Twist Me (Asylum Devils #1)

by S.K. Pryntz

I put my knees between her legs, the gun now slowly moving toward her inner hip. She tried to buck me off, but I held her down with my arm. “Who, then?” I growled, my impatience growing along with my dick at the juncture of her thighs.

Her wrestling created the most delicious friction. Her pale eyes moved to the hallway, settling on something outside the door. Could it be those files?

“You think ...

The headiness of that knowledge was dizzying. I knew a lot of girls got their jollies off to us. We were the notorious asylum devils, but this innocent Little Lamb thi...

“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s for work....

Done with the teasing that was making me practically vibrate like this damn toy, I shoved the gun right onto her pussy. The thrashing stopped with a garbled moan. The sounds of her fighting her pleasure were a song to my ears, and watching her accept it was even better.

My Little Lamb was whimpering, grinding her body onto the gun’s edge. Her white panties were translucent now, her wetness a river that created the perfect window of that hairless cunt she tried so hard to hide. “Mmm…no…”

“Yes, Little Lamb,” I encouraged, circling the toy inside the weapon on her pussy. “Give in. Moan all the things you scream at night while you soak your bed like a good girl.” “I-I can’t…” she groaned, shaking her head on the pillow. Moving forward, I ground my cock into her panties. The feel of her heat and wetness made me hiss as that fucking toy vibrated my dick. “Goliath…oh god…” Her body shook and bucked, soaking the front of my pants. I was in awe as the woman beneath me had savagely come undone. When her body stopped, it felt like the world stopped. Dumbfounded about what to do next, I pulled

away as she covered up again, scooting back on the bed. I looked down at my pants. They were soaked, and my dick was pushing so hard into the fabric that I expected them to rip open. “You sing like a little choir girl,” I mused. “Do you pray to your god like that Little Lamb?”

wide, I chucked the likely unusable weapon out of her window, the clatter of it falling into the dumpsters below, making a loud thunk shortly after.

“I don’t like noisy shit.” I leaned back on the bed again.

Now, she looked…confident. It was sexy as hell. “You were a police officer, once upon a time…”

“I can get you out for good, Goliath. I will find a hitch in the system somewhere, and you’ll be free.”

With my freedom over and my deal offered to Goliath, I stared at the form sitting in front of me. My mind raced as this piece of paper would well and truly lock me in this hell for as long as I needed to find these disappearing patients. And now, on top of trying to find the impossible, I needed to discover why the heck Goliath was locked up in here. So much of my research was met with riddles and only one real answer: corruption.

It would take me a while to figure out who was the person to finally throw him in Hospital Twelve. Even his brothers’ crimes didn’t make all that much sense. Pharaoh supposedly loved the woman he killed, and why did he claim his friend betrayed him? Judas seemed to have done something out of character to be placed with his brothers. In a world where he’d lived most of his life surrounded by people who may or may not be real, it made sense that he would hold the people who were tangible so closely.

I gritted my teeth and signed the paper that ensured my life would forever change. Goodbye, Ezello. Hello, Zelle. The nurse stared at me, snapping on her gloves and lubing up her finger. This was the nurse I had seen before who bandaged my arm. For whatever reason, she hated me. Her beautiful face had the most evil of smiles as the guard walked away and drew up the curtain.

Funny, when I’d imagined my body being fully touched for the first time, I didn’t ever think it would be by an angry Russian nurse.

I still couldn’t comprehend that he used my own gun as a sex toy. With the hardness of his sex, he managed to make the interaction feel excruciatingly amazing between his body and the vibration of the toy bullet. Even through the material of his pants, he felt…monstrous.

I clenched my legs at the violation and unsteadily put on the scratchy white tank top and scrub pants laid out for me. I was unable to shake the thought that I wished Goliath’s hands could bring back that warmth right now.

“If you want something from me…” he said, moving closer.

Heat was radiating off him in waves, and I could smell his spicy scent. His eyes were like a trap. Their icy appearance had small drops of blue in them, captivating my gaze. I wasn’t able to look away.

“Then earn it by being a good fucking girl and working for it.” My breath hitched, and he caught the sound as he inhaled my scent. His hand found one of my light brown curls, his inked fingers twirling the strand and letting it bounce up.

“I’d simply take it from them.” He slammed the book shut, and I yipped at the noise, the spell broken.

“Emmy, I have a favor,” I said, grabbing a napkin and dabbing some of the mush that spilled. Emmy looked at me and smiled. “Does it involve hurting someone? I’m super bored.” Was she joking? Wait…nope. Better not to know.

“Oof!” I slammed into a wall of…Pharaoh

caught my arm before I fell, but the look in his eyes said it was out of habit, not kindness.

He put his hand over my mouth. “No. Don’t speak. You are trouble, and whatever you think you are here to do, just stay the fuck out of my way. You may have Goliath and Judas wrapped around your pretty little fingers, but you try that on me, and I’ll break more than a nail, princess.”

The wind was knocked out of me as I was slammed against the door frame, Pharaoh’s face an inch from mine. He inhaled deeply, his nose lightly grazing the skin on my neck, and looked over at his brother, who was staring at us curiously.

“People that come here see us like broken little toys to fix. That is my problem. Some people can’t be fixed, sweetheart, and some….” He moved to my ear, his breath leaving goosebumps on my skin. “Some like doing the breaking.”

However, I remembered the tunnels Emmy had mentioned. The only one I knew of was sealed up by concrete now, thanks to Goliath and his control issues. He thought he could block me from escaping him again.

“Hello, Little One.” I yipped at the sound and spun around, coming face to face with the most unusual of the triplets. What was it with these freaking men? And why was he skipping? “We’re loving the costume.” Judas pointed with his finger. “Although I think black is more your color, white washes anyone out.”

“Shrinky dink loves threesomes with Larry and me. She’s more into mind fucking us, but we’ll succeed eventually, right Larry?”

“Because if your playing doctor, I volunteer, and I have a very stiff⁠—”

Eventually, he shrugged and started walking past me. Confused, I tried to piece together that interaction when he doubled back and bit me on the shoulder. “Ow! What was that for?” My eyes were bugging out of my head as I watched this weirdo and what he might do next. Laughing to himself, he said, “What? Do I have an acquired taste?”

Trying to cover my face with the lab coat, I started to walk away, but Judas grabbed my shoulder and turned my body around to face a hallway with one old-looking door at the end. Turning around, I saw him smile and saunter off without a word, whistling some tune and skipping down the hallway back to the hospital’s wing. I could have cried when that old door came into view fully. Opening it, the smell of old paper and the cold, moldy basement assaulted my nostrils. Finally, I’d arrived.

There was nothing on me, of course. My files had been obliterated at the exact time they were written. Nobody wanted their hand caught in the cookie jar of dishonoring a praised hero. The thought made me growl, and

my anger made my blood pump faster. My eyes locked onto the traitorous cop. Her curvy body was wrapped up in a lab coat. Did the good little girl steal?

She was nearing another door, this particular room a personal favor...

I had to give it to her. She had some spunk. Instead of caving in on herself, as I figured she would, she started throwing punches at the back of the plush white material.

Did she believe in God and that her Sunday mass with her pops wasn’t a ruse?

took a few steps, waiting as my prey walked backward and bumped right into my

hard body. She stilled for a minute before turning around and meeting my eyes. “I told you, Little Lamb…” I w...

against the white plush wall. Caging in her tantalizing body with mine, I leaned down until our noses almost touched. “...

She was wriggling her body, trying to free herself from my grasp, but the more she squirmed, the harder I pressed her into the wall. “Thanks for the massage, Little Lamb,” I whispered, grinding my pelvis into her.

All I had to do was go on my tiptoes to get a nice blow job, but I wasn’t exactly sure she wouldn’t try something stupid like biting me…yet.

I knew how much she hated me, but she wanted me, too.

“Sure thing, Little Lamb,” I crooned, licking her neck, taking a fist full of her hair, and angling her throat. “Just as soon as you admit it.” Her eyes were daggers as she spat at me. I widened my eyes in surprise.

removed my hand to wipe her spit off my face and chuckled. Grabbing her throat, I anchored her against the wall and brought my hand under the lab coat, slipping my fingertips underneath the hem of her pants. “If you want me to stop, then admit you like this. You want this. You want…”

Her little panties were such a thin barrier to her warm cunt. I could rip them so easily.

further. Her gasp as it landed on her gloriously wet pussy was a surprise to her. I simply moaned, removing my hand and tipping her head up to look into my eyes as I shoved my fingers into her mouth. “Your slippery pussy says otherwise.” She growled as she gagged on my fingers, and her arousal slid down her throat.