Chapter 2
One of the golden metal strands of the bedframe creaks as it twists to life in the night, snaking its way up to [Name]'s unconscious body; it curls around her neck, squeezing with just enough force for her to stir in her sleep. Two more painted metal strands join the first, adding onto the pressure against her neck until her eyes flutter awake in a panicked state. On instinct, she tries to lunge forward and catch her breath, but ultimately causes the metal on her neck to squeeze tighter.
"In a hurry?" A voice calls out from a dark corner in the room, amused.
Breathing was becoming difficult for [Name]. "Erik?" She rasps, hands clawing at the metal strands around her neck. "Erik, what... what are you doing?"
Footsteps approach the bed. "I'm doing what you told me to do." Erik answers with a twisted smile, towering over [Name]'s breathless form. "You wanted me to 'let go for once, have some fun', didn't you, darling? This is me having fun." Again, the metal tightens around her neck, threatening to snap it.
Warm tears begin sliding down [Name]'s purpling cheeks as she tries to breathe. Erik takes uses her weakness against her and straddles her at the waist, admiring the art beneath him with a careful eye; as her eyes begin to fall into unconsciousness, the pressure of the metal is completely released from her neck. The gasp of breath that flooded her lungs could have been heard in the hallway had it not been for the special soundproofing that Hank had done.
[Name] opens her mouth to speak, but she is silenced by Erik's lips crashing against her own to steal the breath from her more intimately. Her hands find his chest, scratching and pulling him closer to her by his shirt. Both of his hands are on either side of her cheeks, holding her in place against him.
Erik flips the two of them, holding [Name] against his chest without breaking their kiss. Her shirt rose to her stomach in the process, exposing it and her nearly nude ass to the chilly air of the night.
"Take it off," the growl comes as Erik pushes [Name] up to straddle him, but it isn't Erik that speaks. It's Hank - and he's standing at the side of the bed.
Without question, [Name] strips herself of the shirt and discards it on the bedside floor. Her upper half is entirely nude; her nipples are perky with the cool air. Erik takes full advantage of this development and takes a handful of breast, rolling the soft flesh in his hand and relishing the feeling. Hank, in similar fashion, takes a nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the already sensitive bud.
An ear-piercing moan bubbles through [Name]'s throat, shattering the lightbulb in the bedside lamp with ease. Despite this, the two men fondling her do not seem to react other than growing more aroused at the sound. Erik's clothed erection presses fondly against [Name]'s dripping underwear, and Hank's erection bounces freely near her stomach.
In one swift movement, [Name] pulls her panties to the side and grinds her core down onto Erik. He groans at the wet friction, hands both going to free himself from his underwear and pajama pants. As he worked at that, [Name] took Hank's cock into her hand and massaged down the length of it. He growls at the feeling, biting down gently on her nipple in response.
Finally free, Erik teases [Name] with the head of his cock; she shivers in delight at the warmth it spreads. At her discretion, he shoves his cock into her, stretching her until the entire length fit snuggly inside of her. Small, shallow thrusts followed suit, providing feather-light touches of pleasure.
[Name] contorts her body so that she may take Hank into her mouth while still having Erik inside of her. Hank hisses as her tongue glides across the bottom of his shaft; one of his clawed hands finds her shoulder, grabbing and digging his nails into her skin hard enough to make her bleed lightly. She didn't seem to mind as she forced herself to take all that Hank had to offer down her throat, bobbing her head indignantly.
"Get off of them," another voice sounds from the other side of the room, "and show them who owns you, love. Now."
As if in a trance, [Name] completely removes herself from both Hank and Erik despite their groans of frustration and finds herself walking across the room. She gets down onto her knees - robotic in movement - and looks at the floor patiently. Blood drips down her arm from the wound that Hank created, and a 'tsk' of annoyance sounds from the unseen party.
"Must you ruin everything, Charles? I was here first," Erik sits up in the bed and covers himself with the emerald duvet, "and she was enjoying me far more than she ever could you. No mind controlling needed."
Hank growls. "She invited us here. Did she invite you or are you inserting yourself where you're not wanted again?" He does not bother trying to cover himself.
Above [Name] stands Charles, affectionately petting her hair. "She likes it when I control her," his tone is much darker than usual, "just as she prefers it when you're ruthless, Erik, and just as she prefers it when Hank is more animalistic. The difference is that I have full claim over her, and both of you have none."
A loud bang somewhere in the distance breaks [Name] from her trance, and she finds herself back in her room with the light on and two concerned faces peering into her soul.