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contempt,
    incurring a grudging respect that was
    almost gratifying. The attacks had
    ended after the first year.
    When the women pulled him into the
    water, he sucked in a breath. Despite
    the fact the oasis had to be in the
    center of a desert, the water was cold
    as hell as it sloshed around his
    calves. Giving him no time to
    become accustomed to it, they
    dragged him in to his waist. There’d
    rarely been a hot shower in prison,
    but a spray of cold water was not the
    same as immersion in a vat of it. His
    nipples beaded up tight, though he
    noticed the women, all of them
    naked, were not similarly affected.
    They seemed as impervious to the
    frigid temperature as Dona was to the
    heat in her outfit. Fiona reached out
    to pinch one of his nubs idly. When
    he winced and pulled back, they all
    laughed.
    “Mariah, take him under and get his
    hair wet.”
    Mariah was apparently the redhead,
    for she stretched up, wrapped her
    arms around his neck and shoulders
    and covered his lips with hers. He
    yelled his surprise into her open
    mouth when his feet were yanked out
    from under him. Hooking one hand on
    the back of his head, the other
    pinching his nose, Mariah took him
    down, his body weighted and held
    fast by two of the other women.
    He struggled despite himself, kicked.
    His panic increased tenfold when
    tendrils of something he couldn’t
    immediately identify wound around
    his ankles. They pulled his legs apart
    firmly and held him. When his eyes
    opened and he could see through the
    wake he was creating, he saw ropes
    of some kind of pond weed were
    holding him, though it was hard to
    make them out past Mariah’s flowing
    hair. Her mouth was wet and hot, her
    tongue playfully teasing his as his
    breath rasped hard in and out, his
    terror making him desperately need
    oxygen. Thankfully, the women were
    bringing him up to his feet again,
    though the organic bindings held his
    ankles fast, keeping him immobilized
    for their intentions. As he came up,
    Mariah let him go and he drew a
    deep breath, the only one he got
    before a hard rubber ball gag was
    shoved in between his teeth and
    buckled behind his skull, taking
    another defense away from him. He
    was starting to shake. The cold, fear
    and something else were working
    him, something he couldn’t bear to
    think about. Where was Dona?
    Where the hell—
    He found her standing by the water’s
    edge, watching. She hadn’t left him to
    the mercy of her minions. While he
    knew this was all being done at her
    behest, for some reason he clung to
    that thought as a comfort. The snake
    woman was sitting on the bank just
    behind her.
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    “You’re very lucky that Aliyah’s pet
    doesn’t like water,” Mariah crooned.
    “She can’t resist teasing, particularly
    when she smells fear. None of us
    can.”
    “Olivia, you shave him, we’ll wash
    him.” Fiona beckoned to the blonde
    with a straight-edged razor and
    Olivia took it. As she approached,
    Nathan felt Mariah’s hands on his
    dick, unbuckling the harness.
    Olivia descended, the blade in her
    teeth as the waters closed over her
    head. “I wouldn’t move a muscle,”
    Fiona advised. “Ladies, take him
    back.”
    “Shit. What the—” The gag muffled
    the words, underscoring the futility of
    protesting. While it was a relief to
    feel the restraints loosen on his
    ankles, it was a momentary respite,
    for his calves were seized in the
    women’s hands and he was lifted so
    he floated horizontally on the water.
    Now each woman had a portion of
    him, holding him level. He wanted to
    thrash as Olivia emerged between his
    legs, but he believed Fiona’s
    warning. He suspected they could
    care less if his struggles left him
    maimed.
    Olivia slicked back her hair so it
    clung to her skull as though she were
    a silver seal touched with gold. She
    had smaller breasts than Dona, but
    they curved upward in a tempting
    manner. A diamond and gold ring
    glittered at her navel. Removing the
    razor