7. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Dylan
*** Content Warning: Chapter 7 & 8 contain ON PAGE RAPE***
“Time to play with us, you little cunt.” A sinister voice echoes in my mind. I try to open my eyes, but I can’t. What the fuck is happening? Where am I? The last thing I remember is... Fuck. I can’t remember shit. Tuning everything out around me, I try to center myself. I left the warehouse, drove back to The Den, went to text the girls to meet me, and then boom. I remember someone grabbed me from behind. Memories of a sweet aroma sends white dots to the forefront . Flashes of blurred bodies surrounding me as I hang from chains in an old bathroom. I can barely open my eyes as the familiar voices taunt me.
“You’re such a fucking slut. Walking around acting like you’re better than everyone.” I blink as knuckles slam into my chest as I swing back from the impact, almost knocking the wind out of me. Is that? No. It can’t be.
“Benny?” I rasp, my throat tight. Another fist sends me careening backwards again and I cough from the punch to the stomach.
“No, it’s not Bentley, you dumb bitch. But he is the reason you are here.” That familiar voice laughs and I blink again seeing Carter, Easton, Ace, and a few others, but they are still blurry. I try to clear my vision, but I can’t focus. No! They wouldn't do this to me. The drugs are messing with my mind, it wants to take me under, but I keep fighting it. I’m too afraid to let my mind drift. I’m afraid of what they will do to me. Another crack at my body. Then another, and another, and another. I can’t fucking breathe. Tears stream down my face. I want to go home. Please let me go home.
“Man, I thought you said this would knock her out?” someone whines beside me.
“It’s supposed to, maybe she needs another dose,” someone deeper in the room suggests. His tone is so fucking familiar but it’s also muffled, like hes trying hard to disguise it, or wearing something over his face. I try to scream but something soft is gagging me. I don’t want anymore drugs.
“This isn’t what I signed up for. This is how we get caught, you idiots.” A high pitched voice says as I hear footsteps walk away from me.
“I have a plan for that. He should be here soon. Let’s move her onto the bed in the other room.” Someone says. Is that? No. It can’t be. A prick in my neck is the last thing I feel before they release my chains. Someone lifts me from the ground and wraps my arms around their neck, leaning my head on their shoulder as I'm carried. I take in a sharp breath and freeze. That smell of musk and cedar is so fucking familiar but I can’t put a face to the smell, this drug is clouding my mind. The person carrying me kisses my forehead and places me down on the bed, covering my face with something. My body relaxes for a moment too long as the darkness seeps into my mind taking me under.
Sounds of grunts and scuffling close by bring me back to my present nightmare. I try to move my arms but can’t. I’m awake and can hear everything but I can’t fucking move. My mind is screaming at me to move, to fight back, but I can't. I'm trapped within myself and there's no way out. Tears stream down my face and a laugh echoes in my ear. It was so much better when I tuned everything out but I don’t want to go back to that. I just want to go home.
“What a dumb slut. You can feel everything we do to you and there isn’t shit you can do about it.” His fake, raspy voice, laughs as he runs his hand up my bare thigh. Wait, why the fuck am I naked? I try to kick him away but my legs are in tight metal cuffs that pinch my skin. I don’t like this. I’m scared and I don’t know how to save myself.
“Go on, give us a little show.” The voice commands as the bed dips to my right and I stiffen, bracing myself for what's going to happen. A buzzing sound starts and the feeling of an object begins sliding up my knee to my inner thighs. I attempt to close my legs, forgetting I can’t fucking move. The object slides further up my thigh, causing my body to riddle with goosebumps, my nipples hardening in the cool air.
“Look at those pretty pink nipples perking up with a simple breeze. She's so responsive. What else can she do? Keep going, bitch.” The voice taunts. His voice is so fucking familiar.
“No!” Someone growls and then the sound of a slap echoes the room causing the bed to shake.
“Do it, or the video goes viral.” The sinister voice threatens. The person on the bed takes a deep breath and suddenly I feel a warm wetness as they lick my right nipple, sucking hard. Being touched by a stranger shouldn’t feel good. But it's enthralling, the feeling of the unknown . Feeling his long wet licks all over my large breast, biting my nipple and pulling it in his mouth. The pain mixed with pleasure has me wanting to arch my back off the bed, but I can't. I just lay here completely unmoving, letting this person do as he pleases, taking whatever the fuck he wants. The buzzing object hovers over my clit, pausing and teasing me.
“Cunt face, how does it feel to be helpless and at someone else's mercy while we watch?” The deep voice taunts, “Isn’t this what you like? An audience? It’s what you’ve been begging for every time you fuck your boyfriends out in public.” The person on the bed growls as the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I know that growl, I just can’t think straight. This is fucking maddening . The bed rustles and I hear the cock of a gun close by. If I could move, I would have gasped and cowered away, but since I can't do a damn thing, I’m terrified in my mind. My mind is the only thing I can control at this point. But I’m seriously waging a war with myself. Fuck.
“Make her pretty little pink pussy gush for us.” A more high pitched voice orders. The more they talk, the more familiar they all sound. What in the actual fuck is going on?
“Well fuck. Look at those plump pussy lips. I bet your little boyfriend couldn’t make you feel this good anytime he rutted into you.” Another voice growls, but this one sounds older, more sinister. I hear a slap but it’s not close enough to be the person on the bed.
“Ouch! What the fuck dude?” Nothing is said after that. No response. No noise. This is truly a mind fuck. I just want this to be over. Do what you need to do and let me go home. I just want my bed. I want out of here.
“Fuck this. Since you don’t want to comply, we are going to speed this little party up. Take your dick out and fuck her. Once you make her cum, you are free to go. She stays though.” A whiney voice says. That’s six, including the person on the bed with me. It’s the same men from the bathroom plus a new guest. My mind is playing tricks on me. I don’t know what to believe anymore.
“When is it my turn? I can't wait to wreck her and tear that pussy apart with my cock.” The high pitched asshole says. Never. Stay the fuck away from me.
“Don’t worry, we will all get our turn, then we will leave her to fend for herself. No one will ever want her again. Especially after tonight.” The older guy says. Please, just let me go.
I feel a hard object enter my pussy, but it doesn't feel like it's attached to a person. It’s not warm. One can only assume it's a sex toy. I hear someone spit and the warm liquid lands on my clit and somethingslowly circles my bundle of nerves. I don’t want this to feel good, but fuck, he knows just how to touch me and have my pussy purring like a kitten.
The ominous voice laughs, “Fuck, I want to cum just watching her enjoy this.'' Thank god I can’t see. I don’t want to watch that.
“That's because she’s a slut and wants to be ran in on.” One of the voices taunts. I can’t pay attention any longer. More tears spill from my eyes as I try to center myself again and think of something happy. Maybe if I think of Easton it will help me get through this.
My mind continues to be at war with my body, but when I think of Easton being the one touching me, my heart rate picks up as he presses the toy back against my clit, this time adding a finger to my drenched pussy. All I hear are their laughs taunting me. He presses down harder, holding it there while he finger fucks me slowly, causing my pussy to spasm and gush all over the bed. Tears continue to flow down my face from the embarrassment of what they all just witnessed, but I’m glad they can’t see me crying. One thing I’m actually thankful for is the sac covering my head. The laughs don't stop as he continues his abuse to my body.
Orgasm after orgasm is forced from me. Pleasure and pain mix together and it’s all too much, but my body craves it where my mind is screaming for help. He finally pulls his fingers from meand I take a breath, hoping that they’re done. That relief is short-lived assomeone slides between my legs and I’m suddenly hit in the head with something so hard my vision blurs and everything spins to darkness.