INICIAR SESIÓNBillie.Still trembling from the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. My chest heaved as my mind felt beautifully hazy. Law straightened up between my legs, lips glistening with my come, smirking with satisfaction as he watched me try to catch my breath.Leon leaned back in his chair, sipping his pineapple. “What would you like for your reward?” he asked.I blinked, still dazed. “Reward?”“You obeyed my instruction at the church,” he said. “You didn’t react. So you get to choose something you want.”I slowly reached for my bra and slipped it back on, fingers still unsteady. My mind raced. They were actually offering me a reward. I cleared my throat. “Can I really ask for anything?”All three of them nodded.I took a deep breath, gulped air and breathed out. “I’d like one of you to finish what you started,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “Tonight. And… I’d like to guess who it was. If I guess wrong, I’m okay with whatever punishment you decide.”Sil
Billie.“Take a beautiful girl and hide her from the rest of the world… oh girls, they wanna have fun,” I hummed softly as I laid the last plate on the table.I woke up this morning feeling strangely good, even after that very strange dream where Law was cleaning me while I kept saying things I couldn’t quite remember. But it was just a dream. Law wouldn’t do something like that.The men walked into the dining room one by one.“Top of the morning, gentlemen. It’s a beautiful day,” I said cheerfully.I didn’t know why, but I felt so free, fresh, and happy today. My husband was dead. The rapist was dead. The cult leaders also dead. Why wouldn’t I be happy?My bosses looked at me like I was sick in the head.“Why are you all looking at me like that?” I asked, tilting my head.“You sure you’re okay, Billie?” Silas asked, pulling out his chair.“Yes. I had a tiresome night after the oils played with my head, but I’m okay,” I replied.As they sat down, my eyes landed on Law. He had two fre
Law.The house was quiet when I returned, but something felt off.Molly’s door was open.I paused in the hallway, then stepped inside. There, in the center of the cage bed, was Billie.She was on her stomach, face buried in one of the pillows, slowly, desperately humping against another pillow below her stomach. The silky nightdress had ridden up her hips, exposing the bare curve of her ass and the slick shine between her thighs. Soft, needy little whimpers escaped her with every roll of her hips.The sight was both strangely funny and deeply sad at the same time.I walked into the cage, the barred door clicking shut behind me. She must have sensed me because she slowly turned her head, eyes glassy and unfocused. The scent of cinnamon and something sweeter, hit me immediately. She was drugged, badly.“Law…” she breathed, voice thick with arousal. “Please…”I sat on the edge of the bed and touched her arm gently. She moaned at the contact, arching into my hand like a cat in heat.“Fu
Billie.I followed the master’s wives into the back room in silence, the green dress they handed me feeling like a shroud. It was modest but deliberately symbolic. It was the color of something barren and unproductive, waiting to be “made fruitful” by a man. I changed quickly. Anna placed a crown of white flowers on my head while Lena fastened brass jewelry around my neck. The metal felt like chains. Judy applied oils all over my body. “It’s your lucky day, Sister Billie,” Anna said with a bright, practiced smile. “Brother Joe will be a wonderful light to your path.”Lena adjusted the necklace. “A woman needs a man to guide her away from sin. Living as a widow is demonic without a husband.”Judy stepped closer, touching my shoulder gently. “Master wants what’s best for all of us. Brian’s loss was tragic, but we’re certain you’ll feel like he never left.”A little girl, no older than ten walked into the room carrying more flowers. She stared at me with wide, hollow eyes. I felt a
Billie. In one swift, unexpectedly powerful motion, he grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing. I gasped sharply as my feet left the floor. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, and before I could process what was happening, he hooked my legs over his broad shoulders. I was completely suspended and hanging in the air. The only thing keeping me from falling was his strong hands gripping my ass and his shoulders bearing my full weight. My short dress had ridden all the way up, leaving me completely exposed. My heart slammed against my ribs as I realized just how helpless I was. If he let go… I would fall. “Law, wait… I’m too heavy—” I stammered, voice shaking. He looked up at me. “You’re not heavy,” he growled against my inner thigh. “ You look so adorable. Is this your first time being held up like this?” I nodded frantically, legs trembling on his shoulders. “Then calm down ,” he murmured, lips brushing my soaked pussy. “I got you. Soaki
Billie. I had to guess correctly. This was my only chance. “Just last night?” I asked carefully. Law raised an eyebrow. “Any other night you have in mind?” “Yes,” I said. “The previous night too.” “Go ahead,” Law said, leaning back. “Who do you think it was?” I looked at each of them slowly. The first night felt sensual, almost worshipful. The second night had felt like punishment with teasing, denying pleasure and control. Silas seemed like the sensual type. Leon was definitely the punisher, since he knew about the toy. Law… he still hated me. He wouldn’t bother touching me, let alone making me come. “First night… Silas,” I said. “Second night… Leon.” They exchanged a glance. “You’re wrong,” Leon said simply. “On both,” Silas added, a smile playing on his lips. My stomach dropped. I was so sure… “Because you failed twice,” Leon continued, “you will give up wearing any inner clothing for a week. Starting now. That’s my punishment for you.” I gu







