Chapter 11
ELEVEN
MADDISON
You have got to be fucking kidding me!
Carol texted me to let me know they had forgotten to latch the trapeze.
I’m terrified of heights and my dumb ass still agreed to help the old woman out because I’m an idiot.
Everything was going fine until the lights shut off and I lost my footing and slipped off the landing.
I swear to God my life flashed before my eyes as I fell.
I knew the net was there but it didn't prevent the fear from engulfing me.
Of course my stupid ass body is thrilled by the fear of almost dying and my pussy is aching for relief.
I take a moment to just lay here on the net and breathe as it slowly bounces me up and down.
It’s not that big of a jump from here to the ground so I’m not worried about being able to get down, until I spot a red light out of the corner of my eye and I realize now that I must be late.
I roll over onto my stomach and stare wide eyed at the three masked guys from last night standing on the ground.
All three of them are wearing the same black hoodies from last night and the masks conceal their identities.
A pang of longing hits me out of nowhere as I picture the three of them being Royce, Derek and Cameron.
“I warned you what would happen if you made me wait,” red says as he takes a step forward.
Instinctively I crawl backward on the net but he isn’t having that.
“You either get down here on your own or I come up there and drag your ass down by your hair… choose.” Need curls inside me as his warning washes over me, slowly easing the fear from inside me as it’s replaced by want.
I dart my gaze to the other two and watch as they both move in separate directions, surrounding me.
I swallow audibly and weigh my options. Derek and the others went home ages ago, so I know they aren’t near to hear me scream if these three tried anything so my only option is…
I look around and when I spot my phone a couple feet away from me with the torch acting as a beacon, I snap my gaze back to red who seems to read my thoughts.
We both move in unison. I push to my feet just as he grips the edge of the net and heaves himself up , knocking me off balance.
I scramble on my hands and knees toward my phone.
I’m mere inches away from grabbing it when a hand locks around my ankle and drags me backward.
“Ahhhh,” I cry out as I kick and try to sink my fingers through the holes in the net to halt my movement, but I can’t.
Red flips me onto my back. I expect him to pounce on me but to my horror he grips my hair and drags me forward by the strands, causing me to cry out in pain as I feel some of my hair rip out.
I’m on my hands and knees crawling after him toward the edge of the net.
He manages to jump down gracefully but his grip on my hair never loosens as he pulls me over the edge.
I stumble and grunt from the force of hitting the ground but his hold on my hair keeps me from falling. I see the other two approaching us out of the corner of my eyes and growl my annoyance.
“Get your fucking hands off me!” I shout as I struggle in his hold, trying to get free. I clamp my mouth closed when he releases my hair only to grip my throat. I push up onto my tiptoes and claw at his arm as I struggle to breathe.
“My hands belong on you and you will never deny me the right to have you whenever and however the fuck I want. Am I clear?” I splutter and smack his arm, trying to loosen his hold.
He squeezes tighter for a second before releasing me with a shove.
I fall to my ass, gasping for air and rubbing my throat.
The son of a bitch has no care for the pain he has just caused me as he moves forward until he is towering over me.
“Get on your fucking knees… now!” I flick my gaze up to him and glare at the bastard.
I know he can see the malice in my eyes, the lighting of his mask would allow him a clear view. Yellow and blue come to flank him on either side, so I shoot them both the same look.
“Come on then, get your cocks out and try to put them in my mouth and see what I do,” I threaten. When red crouches down in front of me and cocks his head to the side, I really do feel terror this time. Out of the three of them, it is easy to see he is the leader and the most unhinged.
When he places his hands on the tops of my shins I turn to stone.
My eyes remain locked on him as he slowly trails them up my legs until he reaches my thighs and digs his fingers into my soft flesh, causing me to wince.
He pushes forward until the rough plastic of his horrific mask is pressed against my face.
I look deep into his eyes and fight the frustration of not being able to see the color of them with him being this close.
These masks plagued my nightmares last night .
“I love it when they play rough,” he says in a creepy robotic tone.
“It makes breaking them and bending them to my will all that much sweeter.” I recoil.
“You coming on my cock last night proves you are a filthy little liar. We’re going to make you so dirty and rotten to the fucking core that you will be ruined for any other man. ”
His words may have me itching with need but the fighter in me refuses to go down without a fight.
“I know three men who have already ruined me for anyone else, so do your worst.” His grip on my legs tightens.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out.
The sand from the arena is biting into the back of my legs but I refuse to show him my discomfort.
“Tonight, we’re going to do things to you that will blow your wildest dreams out of the fucking water,” Yellow says, drawing my focus to him. Red releases me and pushes to his feet. I watch as he reaches behind himself and pulls out a…
“You have a fucking crop?” I hiss and scurry backward along the sand, ignoring the sting as it bites into my flesh.
“Hold her,” red barks. Before I can get to my feet, yellow and blue grab and hold me down on my back, with a knee on each of my arms.
“Fuck you!” I scream when red makes his way toward us.
I kick and scream when he reaches down and begins undoing my pants.
“Derek!” I scream. I’m into some fucked up shit sexually but I have never been whipped.
“Royce!” I call out praying they are trying to find me.
“Cameron!” I startle when yellow cups my cheek so softly.
Before I can focus too much on him, red yanks my pants down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my thong, again.
“Who did you wear this for?” the bastard has the nerve to ask. I glare at the motherfucker.
“I wore red tonight in the hopes my stepbrother and stepdaddy would take turns on me.” Blue chuckles, earning a scowl from me.
Red doesn’t bother using words, the bastard just jerks his arm back that is holding the crop and smacks my pussy.
I cry out and thrash in the other two’s hold, hurling threats at each of them as red smacks my pussy again and this time, I’m mortified to realize I actually like it.
“Can your daddy make you feel as good as we do?” blue asks as red smacks the inside of my thighs when I close my legs. When I still refuse to open them, he smacks them again, but this time there is a bite to the whip and I scream.
“Show me my pussy, Maddison.” I still at the sound of my name coming from red. I slowly open my legs, not wanting him to hurt me again.
“Answer me, bitch,” blue snarls. I peer up at him as red swirls the crop against my lace covered pussy, forcing a shiver of desire from me.
“Daddy can make me speak in tongues,” I taunt, then turn and look up at yellow as I say, “You should see how my brother fucks me, hmmm ,” I moan.
“The way Cam can make me come so hard and forget my own name is a skill none of you will ever master.” My declaration renders them all silent and still.
Victory courses through me and I smirk at red triumphantly.
He wipes the smile off my face with his next words. “Challenge accepted, sinner,” red vows.