They didn’t call anyone else that night.

They decided they wanted me to themselves a little longer.

Harlan made the choice while looking down at me on the rug. “Not yet,” he said to Victor. “We finish breaking her in first. Then we can share the leftovers with the others.”

The word leftovers sent another dark pulse through me. I should have hated it. Instead my cunt clenched around nothing, still sticky and sore from everything they had already pumped into me.

They gave me food and water and another short shower. Then they started again—and this time the edge was sharper.

Harlan took me first in the living room,...