Wrong Turn 3 Fingers Novels & Stories

So, after I forced down eight bottles of vodka, I finally secured the investment. I threw up until bile nearly came up with blood in my vomit. I took the receipt of two thousand dollars to Timmy for reimbursement, but he only transferred me one hundred dollars. "Did you send me the wrong amount?" "Fifty per person. So, that's one hundred for two people." "But I claimed two thousand dollars," I said as I gritted my teeth.

"Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Please." "Keep counting." "Twenty-nine. Thirty. I'm close. I'm so close." I was right at the edge and about to break. "What number?" "Sixty-eight! I'm at..." He stopped and pulled his fingers out completely. "You lost count. It was sixty-seven." "No, I... please, I..." "Start over." The devastation and frustration and desperate need washed over me. He's gonna start with one finger till he gets to four. Then at five, his thumb on my clit.

With everything still intact except that a finger is missing. His ring finger is gone.

Once I was back in the car, a healer from our entourage came over to tend to us. The good news was that the cut had not been tainted with wolfsbane. It only needed a quick cleaning, and we were good to go. The bonding ceremony went off without a hitch. Iris got the boot, and I heard that the High King's enforcers gave him a week-long time-out to think about what he had done.

I clenched my jaw as I shook my head. I didn’t think twice as I slammed the tenderizer down, shattering his index finger, followed swiftly by his ring finger. His left hand was now a mess of mangled fingers. Why did I start with his left hand? Because I know he’s a leftie. I know he’ll recover, and I might have to heal him, though I’m not inclined to. I want him to suffer without the use of his dominant hand.

He continues, going from the thumb of his left hand all the way to his little finger for five, then the little finger of his right hand for six, all the way to his right thumb for ten. “Let’s say you want to work out what four nines are,” he says. “Fold your fourth finger down.” He bends his ring finger and looks along the line. “Fourth finger,” he corrects the girl next to him, tapping them. “One, two, three, four.” He folds it down for her, and she giggles. “The fingers on the left of the folded down one are tens. The fingers on the right of the folded down one are units. So how many tens do you have?” “Three…” They all say doubtfully.

He leaned closer and adjusted his stance. He inserted the coin, and the machine hummed again. He grabbed the joystick, jaw clenched. He pressed the button. The claw went down and missed the wolf entirely. His brows furrowed. “It slipped.” “It didn’t even touch it.” “It was misaligned.” “Uh-huh.” He clicked his tongue and pulled out another coin. “Again.” Second try. He adjusted even more carefully this time. The claw caught the wolf by one ear. For a second, it looked promising. However, at the very last second, the wolf slipped and plopped back into the pile.

I had been at this for four minutes, which was three minutes longer than it should have taken, and the ceiling was right there, twelve inches above the surface of the water, and that gap was closing. I sucked in a breath and pushed up off the floor, fingers working the lock above the waterline, eyes stinging, lungs already complaining. The sequence was 7, 2, 11, 5. I had gotten seven and two. The third wheel kept slipping back to nine, and I did not understand why until my fingers found a groove in the mechanism on the underside, damage, old damage, something that had bent the wheel slightly so that eleven required extra pressure from the left to seat properly. I pressed left and turned.

Oh gosh, it feels different to have three big fingers inside of me. Unlike his other two fingers that were buried deep inside of me, Reiner used his third finger to curl upwards towards the top of my pussy walls where my G-Spot was. Once he found it, he started moving both his hands at once. He thrusted his two thick fingers into me deep and hard while his other finger jerked upwards against my sensitive G-Spot. The double stimulation all happening at once inside my cunt is driving me insane with ecstasy. I already feel like cumming.