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“Fuck!!!!!”

Their screams echoed in the large bedroom in unison as John’s pelvis made contact with her ass. Her spine arched and settled rhythmically as she panted below him, sweat beading and lazily rolling down from her hairline. Her cheeks were bright and warm, and if it was any warmer they’d be seeing her breath. 

Glancing behind her, he could almost see the tears sparkling in her eyes in ecstasy. Of course, this must be the best way she knows to atone. To open herself to him, his mission. His godliness.  

Of course she loved him. She had to. 

The first slap of skin against skin seemed to startle them both. She trembled, raising her ass to meet him as the Bliss sparkled subtly in her periphery, keeping her subdued and compliant. 

His fingers dug into her hips as he slowly picked up his pace, the wet squelch of his cock plunging into her ass keeping time for their joint moans. Her fingers curled into the duvet on top of the bed, knees sinking into the mattress beneath them. 

“Please- p- I- fuck, fuck!” She stuttered out as he drilled into her, both tattooed hands sliding down and wrapping around her thighs, grasping the muscle and leveraging his cock into her ass at a different angle. She breathed in sharply and let out a low groan, the pitch warbling with the vigorous pounding and the squeaking of the mattress under them. 

“Fuck, so good, little Wrathling. So tight, so warm. All mine, right, deputy? All. Mine!” His praises tapered into a pointed end, hissing at her as her body started convulsing, pussy pulsating rhythmically, grasping at air and desperate for something to hold on to. 

He loved it when she was this desperate- when she came from his dick in her ass alone. Well, that and the obnoxious amount of oral he had gifted to her earlier. His grasp on her thighs tightened again as his cock jerked, coating her hole and her ass as he slowly pulled out, his cum dripping down to her cunt, which fluttered pathetically under the milky white of him. 

His hands smoothed out her thighs, which were already burning with his finger prints, and one wandered to her clit, brushing against her lightly. Teasing. Testing. 

She grunted and bucked her hips, overstimulated. 

He grinned. 

His other hand reached down to wrap around her neck, pulling at her with a firm grasp. With his enemy on her knees in front of him, his fingers now loosely wrapped around her neck, her back against his chest, and his other hand now circling her clit with precision, John was in heaven. 

“You’re gonna give me as many as I want. And I want so many that your pretty little eyes roll to the back of that pretty little head and you remember why you really came to my abode,” he hissed darkly, spent cock rubbing against her ass cheeks, spreading his spend. 

She let out a weak sound at that, ass rubbing against his now half-hard cock, one hand flying to rest over his grasp on her neck, the other sliding up to her breast, pulling and tweaking her tits with abandon. 

He snarled at her again, tightening his grip on her throat and continuing to saw his hips against her ass. She whined in a high-pitched way, eyes glassy and drool beginning to pool in her mouth. Her hips gave a little twitch every time his fingers brushed over at just the right angle. 

“You want round two already, deputy? That’s awful greedy of you, little Wrath,” his finger spread up and she moaned, eyes fluttering closed as her stomach began to tighten again. 

“F-fuck, fuck- John, John! Fuck!” She began in a whisper and ended in yelling, bucking her hips against his hands emphatically. “Yesyesyesyesyesyes yes YES!” 

He groaned himself, cock twitching, getting harder, faster. “Oh darling, look at you. Uh- exquisite,” he cooed against her neck, mouthing at it, spreading the marks around the soft skin, leaving angry, irritated skin behind. 

“Come for me, love. I want to see you fall apart for me, then I’m gonna stuff your pussy too,” he grunted then, humming with pleasure as she began to convulse again, hips twitching between the bar of his arm and the flat of his stomach behind her, his cock now erect and angry between her ass cheeks. 

“That’s it, deputy. Give me everything you have. I want it all.” 

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“Wider,” Jacob grunted. 

She bared her teeth in a mockery of a grin. “Oh? Or what? You gonna make me?”

He grunted, staring at the glistening apex of her thighs with back she was sure was attempt disinterest. 

It’s too bad she could see the tent he was pitching a mile away. She gave a short performative moan and she jerked her hips into her hand on the muddy ground, tongue peeking out to wet the pink of her lips. “Gonna come in and play with me?” She hummed, light and casual. Innocent. 

He was close to breaking. He could feel it as his cock twitched once. Twice as her fingers angled in such a way that some of her cum started slowly sliding out from between her lips. The stoic man sighed, as if she was putting him out, inconveniencing him by doing exactly what he had trained her to do. 

“I’m opening the door, honey. Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” he hummed quietly, digging out the keys and replacing the music box back into his pocket. In response, she leaned back further and spread her thighs and legs wider. He could almost see the red in her eyes. The Bliss-imbued music box always did wonders on her. 

He hummed at her again, his fingers moving down to his belt, casually flipping it open and opening his zipper, pulling his thick and swollen cock out into the cool night air. His hand slowly worked up and down the shaft as he continued to stare at her puffy lips. Her neck sat at an odd angle against the bars of the cage, her other hand coming up to grasp her breast through the tattered tank. 

“Did good today, soldier,” Jacob grunted, mouth set in a slight snarl under his wiry red beard. She parted her lips and stared at his cock intently, fingers speeding up, plunging into her heat intently, preening under the praise. “And look at you, learning your place. Legs spread and ready to receive.”

She whined, the quiet, wet sounds of her pussy the background music of the evening. She was hoping that he’d at least let her suck his dick tonight- he always rewarded her well when she ran a trial without getting a scratch on her. 

“You’re gonna fulfill your purpose tonight, honey. Gonna fill a lot more than that, too,” he mumbled lowly, mindlessly, watching her fingers disappear. 

“C'mere,” he beckoned, still clutching his cock in a strangle hold at the base. She scrambled to her hands and knees, cracking her neck in a light stretch, and crawled over to him, torn cargo pants still around her ankles. He stared openly at her ass, her hips wiggling as she scooted forward, sitting pretty at his feet in the mud. Tongue out, mouth open, sitting back on her haunches. 

“Fuck. C'mon, girl. Make me proud. Just like earlier,” he reached out to cup her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb, gently leading her face forward and sliding his cock into her mouth, pausing, and then continuing until the angry, leaking tip hit the back of her throat. 

The warm, wet tissue in her throat seized around him, trying to expel the offending object. He continued to run her cheek as she slowly relaxed, tongue out, cradling his cock. 

“Good girl,” he sighed, starting to thrust shallowly at the back of her throat, minutely moving his cock to continue to bump into the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he cut off her airway with his cock, hand immediately skipping down her body to continue her vicious finger fucking. 

He squeezed her cheek a little, pulling out further and starting to more completely fuck her throat. 

“Lemme see those tits, sweetheart,” his low baritone was still relaxed, but she could see the perspiration dotting his temples. She took her available hand, grasped the bottom of that white, ripped, dirtied tank, and ripped it up over her tits. They bounced at the motion, nipples erect. He let out a long groan, repositioning his hand to wrap around her ponytail and control the depth and rate she took his cock in her mouth. 

She moaned weakly around him, the vibration taking his off guard. He grunted as he pulled his cock out of her mouth immediately. 

“Ah ah ah,” he tugged at her smoothly. “No surprises, sweetheart. C'mon. If you’re gonna start being a brat, then I think it’s time for your real trial.”

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Another expulsion of vomit across his hand and chest was her response. It made him scuttle backwards, knocking the tray to the ground with his tattoo setup. She panted, dropping her head as sweat slid down her face, neck, and torso, between the valley of her breasts. Spit and bile slid out from the corner of her mouth and dribbled into her lap. She vaguely remembered that vomit in fresh tattoos was not good practice, but the world was spinning too much for her to pay it much mind. 

“Can’t handle some pain, little Miss Wrath?” John sneered from across the room after giving himself a moment to settle. “Purging the sins from the soul often comes with purging the sins from your body.” When she didn’t lift her head up to respond, he huffed. 

“No need to play coy now. We’re going to continue to get to know each other quite… intimately.”

Still no response. He now vocalized his annoyance with a scoff, stalking towards her with anger in his eyes. As the Baptist wrapped a hand around the back of her limp neck, the only thing that gave him pause was the sound of an alarm blaring. 

“You wait right here, Deputy. We’ll continue this discussion, don’t you worry.” And with that, when she lifted her head again, he was gone. 

When Rook’s head stopped spinning, she was groggy and confused and alone. Her heart was still racing, though, and she just kept sweating. Panic surged through her, choking her to the point of hyperventilation. The uncontrolled, desperate movements against the bindings that held her to the chair managed to scoot her over the stairwell, where a gentle voice pried into her thoughts. 

Do it. Down the stairs and it’ll finally be all over. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to die. 

“Shut up,” she rasped through the rushing of her pulse in her ears. “‘m not gonna kill myself.”

She then threw herself down the stairs. 

“You good, Deputy? Your shooting’s been a little… off.” The woman was panting, elbows on her knees and in a squat as the world tilted around her. Mouth dry as the desert, lips trembling and twitching. “…Rook?”

“‘m good,” she breathed. “All good.” She cleared her throat and straightened out- then listed to the side. Eli’s hands wrapped around her elbows before she went horizontal. “Fuck. Sorry.”

“You sure you’re alright?” His concern would have been more touching if she didn’t know that he was more worried about the mission she was about to undertake than her well being. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” she repeated, offering a weak smile on a face colored with pallor. “Thanks for letting me crash, I’ll be on my way.” That concerned look was still fixed on her, but she simply wiped her damp forehead with the back of her hand and teetered out of the hideout. 

She wasn’t terribly surprised when, not half an hour later, the world started spinning even more. The ground came up to meet her as her vision went. 

Now, Rook couldn’t necessarily say that she was surprised at waking up in strange places anymore. So when her eyes fluttered and there was a shitty projection of wolves on the wall in front of her, she only blinked to make sure it wasn’t another hallucination. Her head was pounding, the formation of a migraine settling behind her temples and eyes. Her hands were twitching in their- oh, she could have guessed it- restraints. She barely made a noise before Jacob wandered in front of her and the other two people she was between. 

Ah, yes. The older brother. 

She had put off spending too long up north, but she knew it was a matter of time before he got his hands on her. 

Now, she tried to listen- really, she did- but it felt like she was underwater, and her heart dropped into her stomach spontaneously. The emotional swing left her dizzier than before as tears trailed silently down her cheeks, her expression otherwise flat. The numbness spread from her stomach now, and her eye twitched. 

This did anything but dissuade the veteran in front of her, obviously taking her tears as upset at what she saw. 

“What’s wrong, Deputy? Not feeling particularly strong?” Her silence was only broken with the occasional sniffle, face blank. “That’s alright. We’ll see in your Trial. Weakness will be culled.”

As he situated himself in front of her and opened a music box, her stomach got tight and her fingers twitched. Her head pulsed and those fucking sparkles appeared in her vision. 

Then red. 

Then nothing. 

“C’mon, Deputy! Come join me in the Bliss,” Faith cooed, the cloud of pollen settling in her airway. Rook coughed, waving the saturated air away from her mouth. She just… didn’t stop coughing. 

“Come now, don’t tell me some flowers are going to kill you,” she giggled maliciously. The deputy just kept coughing, now doubled over. Spit slid from her mouth as her coughs became barks, tissue grating against tissue. As her diaphragm continued to spasm and her lungs seized, Faith’s sneer was slowly fading, a puzzled look overtaking her face. She tilted her head when Rook collapsed into the Bliss flowers all around them, finally seeming to break from her coughing fit. 

“Rook?” she peeked down at her, curious. “What’s wrong with you? You haven’t been playing right recently. It’s annoying.” The Deputy just panted, eyes screwed tight. 

Then, the strangest thing happened. Rook started crying. 

Not tearing or sniffling or weeping. Sobbing. 

With a smile on her face. 

“Deputy?” The responding sob made Faith take a step or two back, thoroughly confused. What really threw her, though, was hearing the Deputy’s voice for the first time. Not just for her, but in the entire family. A smug sense of victory slid through Faith’s bones, chest puffing a little and giggling. 

“Thank you,” Rook gasped out between sobs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you-“ When her eyes opened slowly, she only saw clouds and butterflies and her body felt light. Lighter than it had in a while. She only stopped her profuse gratitudes to catch her breath and sniffle, breath hitching as she just laid there, limp. 

“You’re so welcome, Deputy! See? You can be free here. Come with me, the Father would love to speak with you, I’m sure. He’s been asking after you, you know.” Rook was practically dead on her feet as she was dragged upright, back hunched, eyes and nose irritated, and barely able to lift her legs to move forward. Faith made an annoyed sound again. 

“No dragging your feet now. Come on, let’s sing together. I heard from the Marshal that you love to sing! Said you were humming to the radio before you came to us.”

Rook just blinked sluggishly, a quiet smile on her lips. 

When she came face to face with what may or may not have been a hallucination of one Joseph Seed, he took her face in his hands. She had a peaceful look fixed on her face as he tilted it this way and that. 

“Do you have anything to say, Deputy?” Faith poked from behind them. 

“Thank you,” Rook rasped, fresh tears spilling. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” The man in front of her looked taken aback. 

“Of… course, my child. It seems as though you have found peace. It brings me hope that you can still be saved and usher us through the Collapse.” She nodded vaguely in his hold. “Come, Deputy. Let us speak, you and I. Faith- an excellent job.” Rook didn’t have to turn around to feel how the woman behind her preened under the praise, her giggles and humming slowly abating as she disappeared into the green mist. As Joseph pulled away from Rook, she leaned in, halfway chasing his hold. His brow furrowed, though it smoothed out quickly as she looked up at him with wet eyes. 

“Atonement is within your reach. You need just come to us and we will help you through Eden’s Gate.” The clouds around them were slowly dissipating, and as they one by one disappeared, panic hooked around her heart. His words passed by her without impact as her focus was sharply jerked away from the prophet before her. 

“No- no, no, no, no-!!!” she screeched as the sparkles vacated from her periphery. When she felt her cheek twitch, strong and uncontrollable, she screamed and bolted. 

“Deputy-!” 

Rook didn’t know if she knew the cliff was coming up. If she wanted to lie to herself, she could say she didn’t, that she was still coming out of the fog of Bliss. 

But she knew better. 

Knew the intrusive thoughts that were striking her like lightning, seething and coaxing and pulling her to end it. Be lucky enough to break her neck in the fall. 

Be done with it. Quick and easy. 

When her body careened over the drop off, she blacked out. 

“What the fuck is wrong with her?”

“I’m not sure, but obviously there’s something going on. We need to get her to the clinic, sooner rather than later.”

“We can’t just leave! And we can’t afford to lose her to sitting around in some clinic-“

“Nghhh…”

“Rook? You okay?” She squinted at the bright lights above her, adjusting slowly. 

“Wher’m’I,” she rasped, the taste of stale bile coating her tongue, the world spinning. 

“Back at the jail, Rook. Tracy, do you mind…?” Rook heard the woman scoff before she presumedly left the room. “Talk to me, rookie. What’s going on?”

“…nothing,” Rook mumbled, reaching up to rub at her eyes and taking stock of her body, pulsing like she was one angry bruise. She could feel the look he was giving her. 

“There’s no reason to play a goddamn hero if you can barely stand up straight.” She coughed a little, starting to sit up, swallowing down a pre-vomit burp, and immediately lying back down as her stomach roiled. 

“Dunno what you mean. Sounds like we can’t afford me sitting in a clinic somewhere.” She wished that she could have put some emotion behind her words, but she was flat. She felt hollow. Empty. And the feeling just doubled after her last experience in the Bliss. She shivered. 

“You getting a fever?” 

“Huh?”

“You’re sweating and shaking. And it’s mid spring.” Her mouth twitched. “Listen, Rook, if you need anything, you can always tell us.” Rook wanted to scoff, wanted to rage and refuse and tell him that she knew the truth, that she was just a tool and there was no point in saying she was anything else. 

But, she reasoned. Being a tool was at least being useful. Gave her some sort of purpose. 

“I know it’s not really any of my business. But you- I don’t mean to presume, but damn it Rook, you look like you’re-” 

The withdrawing was silent. 

She clammed up. He heaved a sigh and sat on the edge of her cot, taking off his hat and running his hand through his hair. “If that’s what it is, you gotta hole up somewhere and ride this out, alright? We can’t afford to lose you.” He pushed for only a second before putting his own feelings to words. “I can’t afford it.”

She didn’t answer, looking at him blankly. Her head was spinning, her thoughts cluttered and unable to be sifted through. Insidious voices and urges spilled over the edges of the walls she had put up and intertwined with those of more innocuous natures. She was crumbling, falling apart. At least, she thought so, though she couldn’t be sure. 

She couldn’t feel a thing. 

“I’ll take care of my shit,” was her response, and he sighed again. He looked like he wanted to say more, but ended up simply putting his hat back on and making his way out of the room, a hand squeezing her shoulder before he parted. Rook just pulled the blanket over her head and trembled. 

“You don’t... have anything? Nothing at all?”

“I’m so sorry, honey, but with the Peggies having shut off any way in or out of the county, we’re fresh out of anything even close to an SSRI, SNRI-” The ground dropped out from below Rook and the clinician’s voice got further away. “How long has it been since your last dose?”

“A while,” she answered vaguely. She truthfully didn’t know. Couldn’t even tell you the date. “I tried to taper but…” The clinician looked at her with pity. Was it pity? She wasn’t sure. Couldn’t focus enough to tell.

“Your dosage was pretty high, huh?” Rook just stood there, stiff. 

“I just need something for it. Anything. Please.”

“Tell me some of your symptoms, maybe we can treat those.” The other woman turned around and started digging through the drawers of the medicine cabinet in the corner of the room. 

“Nausea. Vomiting. Dizziness. Dry mouth. Sweating. Chills. Muscle twitching. Shaky hands. Can’t focus. My heart’s been racing and I think it’s skipping beats. I can’t catch my breath. I can’t sleep, and when I do I have nightmares.” The other woman nodded along. 

“Alright. And your other symptoms?” Rook kept quiet. The clinician turned around to give the Deputy her whole attention. “Deputy?”

“Racing thoughts. Numbness. Thinking of killing myself and other people. Invasive thoughts. Mood swings. Despair. Panic attacks. Dissociation.” As she kept listing what her life had been for who knew how long now, her shoulders dropped further and further. The clinician, she was sure, meant to project a sympathetic look. 

Yes, she realized. It was definitely pity. 

“Well, I can probably give you some of our stock for anti-emetics- things to help with the nausea and vomiting. And I believe we have some anxiolytics- medications for help with the anxiety. Though this also comes with concerns about other withdrawal symptoms.” Rook let out a wet scoff, sinking onto the cot in the corner. She put her head in her hands, starting to cry. “I’ll give you some anti-epileptics as well to use as needed. They’ll make you groggy but they’re your best bet given the circumstances.”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she wheezed. “I can’t do it. How am I supposed to help people if I can’t even shoot straight?”

“Time away may be helpful. Well, as away as you can get. Maybe a cabin somewhere in the mountains?” Rook shook. 

“I can’t just up and leave. I can’t use a doctor’s note to excuse my absence from fighting a cult.” The clinician shook her head, closing the drawers. 

“If you can’t take care of yourself, how are you meant to take care of everyone else?” Rook was silent at that, head in her hands as she tried to slow her breathing. “No one wants you dead, Rook.” 

She scoffed at that. 

“The Peggies want you alive, from what I’ve seen on the TV.”

“I don’t even want that,” the Deputy murmured. 

“To get picked up by the Peggies, you mean.” She shook her head. 

“To be alive.” 

There was a stale silence. The clinician cleared her throat, straightening up. 

“Well, I’ll give you what I can. This process takes time and can quite frankly be deadly. You’ll want to keep an eye out for the more severe symptoms of what’s called serotonin syndrome, like confusion, fever, agitation, and seizures. I would usually push to have you wait it out here, but-“

“But you can’t have Peggies at your doorstep.” Rook’s voice was flat, dry. Empty. The other woman didn’t try to protest, just kept that look on her face as Rook grabbed the offered medications, wiped her face, fixed her guns to her person again, and stumbled out of the building. 

She didn’t have a choice. She didn’t think she’d make it through this either way. Might as well make it easier on everyone and just fuck off to the mountains. She was sure they’d forget her in the chaos of this whole mess, and she wished desperately that she felt bad for being thankful of that thought. 

Rook barely blinked at the sound of knocking. Her body was lax, loose on the old, beat up floral couch in front of the roaring fireplace. She had found this cabin out in the middle of nowhere in the mountains, notably unused and explicitly abandoned. Her body shook and sweat soaked every inch of her, but she felt light. Floaty. Unsure of how long she’d been there, dropping her walkie in one of the larger lakes on her way up.

She was brought back to earth again when there was another knock. She didn’t have it in her to croak any sort of warning or inquiry, just let out a slow breath and stared at the ceiling. She knew it was a gamble to light a fire, the chimney puffing smoke, but she was freezing, and the mountains got cold in the night. 

“Lamb?” 

Rook was surprised that her hallucinations were now including the manic cult leader. She wondered if it was auditory, but the sudden appearance of his face over hers- too close, as always- answered that. 

“You are ill.” She offered him a slow blink in response, adjusting to this curveball her brain decided to throw her. 

“Left to slaughter, where are your little Resistance friends?” Oop, there was the older brother. Of course it couldn’t have just been one of them. She couldn’t even get mad, though. Better to hallucinate them than the eyes of the people she’d been killing indiscriminately. 

“I see.” And the devil- in this case, the younger brother- made three. She halfway wondered if Faith would make an appearance as well, the voices of the three men swirling around her head. She blinked again. “She’s withdrawing.”

No shit, Sherlock. Weren’t they supposed to know that, being in her head? She felt the brush of weight against her forehead, the haze warping around her swimming vision. Phantom touches were new. 

“Y’r no’ real,” Rook mumbled loosely. “‘m I fin’ly dy’n.” There was a moment of tense silence. “Funny ‘s youse,” she continued slurring. “A las’ fuck you fr’m m’brain. Funny.”

“Oh, Deputy,” she heard one of them coo. “You’re in a bad way, dearest. Don’t you worry, we’ll take good care of you.” She blinked slowly again, eyes halfway open. 

“Lemme ‘lone,” Rook breathed, eyes closing as her body shook. “Dyin’ by seizure prolly hur’s.” She let out a weak breath and her lips twitched. “Gonn’ find out.” The feeling of someone brushing hair away from her face made her sink deeper into the cushions. She felt like she vaguely heard shuffling, doors and windows locking and water running, but she was unsure. 

“All you had to do was ask, little Lamb. You poor Child, lost from the flock. We’ll bring you back into the fold, Deputy. Don’t you worry.” Her body relaxed at the soothing tone of the faux Father, and she drifted off. 

When Rook woke up, it was with a wail and a jerk. She flew into a sitting position, then fell back into strong arms and writhed on the mattress she found herself on. Her back bowed and an orgasm crashed into her with some warm, wet swipes against her clit. Cold air nipped at every inch of her naked skin, and the warm hands stroking her breasts continued to pluck at her nipples. She panted as the pleasure slowly receded, her vision starting to clear. She still felt off-kilter, but the distraction of her climax made her pliant. 

When she looked down to make eye contact with whoever- whatever- woke her up so wonderfully, she choked. Two pairs of blue eyes looked back at her, a tuft of red hair between her legs and the burn of a dark beard against her tits as another took a breast into his mouth. Her brain could barely make heads or tails of itself, much less what was happening around her, to her. 

“Good morning, Deputy.” The breath against her ear was a plain indication of who was behind her. “You’ll have to forgive us our trespasses. This is purely for your well-being, we assure you. Isn’t that right?”

The hum of affirmation from Jacob shot right through her, her hands shooting to grab on to something- only to find herself immobilized. A thumb brushed her wrists. 

“For your safety,” Joseph breathed, holding her tightly. “And ours.”

“What’s happening?” Rook slurred, then bowed her back again at the sudden suction against her nipples and her clit. 

“Why, we’re taking care of you, darling.”

“I don’t need- oh god-“ Her eyes rolled back at the fingers sliding into her cunt. 

“Good that this’s happening now, angel. Couldn’t imagine you in the bunker like this,” Jacob mumbled against her thigh, pumping his fingers slowly. From how he said it, it wouldn’t have surprised her that he had imagined it. “Taste better than I thought y’would.” If that wasn’t confirmation, Rook didn’t know what was. 

She felt her heart sink to her stomach as the dopamine slowly eased out of her system from her climax, her mood swinging severely at the sudden decrease. Her breath hitched at the drop, fighting the hands holding her still. The grasp on her tightened to a painful degree. It was grounding. 

“Peace, Rook. All will be well.”

“The pain makes the pleasure that much better, Deputy. Don’t you think?” John purred against her breast, nipping and laving his tongue over her nipple. She didn’t even attempt a response, hips chasing Jacob’s hand as he pulled away from her heat. 

“No- wait-“ She watched him lick his lips and stuff his wet fingers straight into his mouth, maintaining eye contact with her. Blue eyes piercing. 

“Sharing is caring, Rook,” the Baptist pulled away from her chest to dive into her cunt. She squealed at his immediate assault. He pulled away to give her what she assumed he believed was a charming smile. “And we must show you how much we care.”

“I can’t- I don’t understand, why’re you- oh fuck,” Rook’s neck went limp against Joseph and she panted as the middle brother pushed her hair away from her face to stare down at her. She thought she hated those stupid sunglasses he wore, but immediately realized that she wished desperately that there was something between his gaze and hers. She was sure she looked a mess, and she had been told by past partners that the faces of pleasure she made often looked more like those of pain. 

“Can’t have you ruining the Collapse now, can we?” Jacob hummed as he took up the mantle in biting at her breasts. She writhed again until John’s arm came down and crushed her hips against his mouth. Bruising. Wanting.

“Perhaps this is our salvation,” Joseph mused idly, leaning down to brush his dry lips to her sweaty forehead. “Perhaps this is your entrance into Eden’s Gate. A changing of the tides.” Rook tried to shake her head, but he simply leaned down to press his lips to hers. She hiccuped into his mouth as he pressed chaste kiss after kiss against her lips, her struggles against him slowing with each one. It wasn’t until she opened her mouth to start babbling again as the other two men attacked her mercilessly that she felt a tongue slip into her mouth, muffling her vocalizations. He leaned into her, wrists still held in his firm grasp and only pulling back momentarily to grant her another unsettling stare before diving back down to her. Her body, as much as her pleasure was building again, was on verge of collapsing in on itself. She would have thought John’s noises were performative if she wasn’t receiving the fruits of his labor.

She moaned, low and long into the cult leader’s mouth as the pressure against her cunt receded. She felt Jacob pushing her tits together to thumb at both simultaneously, then swoop down to bite and tug carefully at one. In a move that she would have identified as a concerted effort if her brain wasn’t fried, a wet swipe against her other hole coaxed a buck of her hips into the heat of the Baptist’s mouth. She let out a broken sound into Joseph’s mouth, then a high pitched whimper at the feeling of damp fingers working her clit.

She began to twitch under persistent hands, though she couldn’t be sure if it was due to her impending orgasm or her withdrawal. The wounded sounds that wiggled out of her throat were inhaled by Joseph, who was veritably consuming her. With a push of another finger- was it two? Three?- she squealed, eyes rolling back, and everything went dark again. 

When her eyes opened next, she felt full. Warm, safe, relaxed. When her eyelashes fluttered open, despite the darkness of night that seemed to have settled outside, sparkles invaded her vision. The clouds she was floating on kept her feeling weightless, and as she went to let out a pleased breath, she became vaguely aware of the weight in her mouth. 

Her tongue flicked out to taste and touch, the feeling of softness around something rigid pulling a low hum from her. Something over her shuddered, and she looked up. It took a few seconds to piece together, idly, that it was a cock in her mouth. Rook let out a low groan, lidded eyes peeking up at the eldest Seed. He grunted in response, a small jerk of his hips nestling him deeper. 

The Deputy was still putting together the pieces, Jacob’s hand burrowed in her hair. She  gurgled around him, watering eyes drifting to the body under her. 

When had she rolled over to her stomach?

The mattress under her- no, that was another body- moved in gentle waves, up and down, back and forth. With every shift, her eyes rolled back and she’d mumble around the weight in her mouth. The shifting, pulling, and scraping of hands against her hips and ass made her whine, eyes flickering around to ground herself back in reality. She heard quiet, low rumbling from the bodies she was sandwiched between, hot breath and mouths seeking and pressing against her wherever they could. 

She tried to move her arms, able to lift just enough to dig her nails into the shoulders below her. John- or was it Joseph?- let out a pleased sigh with a grunt, the force of the next thrust into her ass markedly more so than the one before. 

“Easy, Rook,” she heard John purr against her ear. “You keep- shit- you keep squeezing like that and we may have a problem.”

“Peace-“ Joseph’s hiss was at odds with his words, “-brother. She is of our family, now. We will- uhn- welcome her into our fold. Our lost lamb.” Rook grumbled around Jacob, the next forceful thrust jostling her forward enough to take him even deeper. She let out a quiet and subdued moan, tongue swiping at him absentmindedly. A tug on her hair pulled her fuzzy attention to the redhead above her. 

“You’re gonna follow orders like a good little soldier, angel. You’re gonna take every drop of us.” Rook let out a noise- she couldn’t tell you what- and only startled when she felt the thrusting in her ass stop and heat spread through her. This was followed shortly by the same happening in her pussy, and finally her mouth. 

She assumed, idly, with sparkles in her fuzzy vision, that that would be that, and she’d be left to rest. She was spent, limp in the hands of the brothers, spend dripping from her. With the closing of her eyes, though- the moments before green clouds took her away and dragged her back into her exhaustion- she heard the warm mumble of a deep voice.

“Rest, lamb. When you wake, you wil be welcomed into our fold and with it, The Collapse.”