Chapter 19
Quinn
A clanking on the bars woke me up. Stretching, I rolled over and rubbed at my blurry eyes. Keith was standing on the other side of my prison, holding a fast-food bag. I groaned. It had been four days since I was captured. Four days of eating nothing but sausage biscuits and cheeseburgers. I couldn’t complain too much; at least they were feeding me.
“Since you’ve been a good girl, I will give you a treat. I brought you some new clothes, and I’ll let you take a shower.”
My eyes lit up at the word shower. I hadn’t been able to properly clean myself since the morning I was kidnapped. Snatching the bag, I returned to the couch and reached inside. There was the usual sausage biscuit with grape jelly. I don’t know why he always gave me grape jelly. I never asked for it and never used it.
Reaching into his own bag, he pulled out a sandwich and began chowing down. With a full mouth, he said, “Hurry up if you want to scrub your butt. I ain’t gonna lie, you kinda stink.”
My eyes narrowed as I took a bite. “I’ve been locked in a fucking cage for four days,” I spat.
He grinned, leaning onto the bars. “Kitty still has claws. Me likey. Me likey a lot.”
I wanted to tell him to fuck off but decided against it. He was giving me a shower, and the last thing I wanted was for that privilege to go away. Swallowing my last bite, I brushed my hands on my pants. “I’m ready.”
He looked like he wanted to say something but restrained himself. Instead, he unlocked the cage and chain. I knew the routine. He would walk behind me with his gun pointed at my back, holding the end of the proverbial leash in his free hand like I was a damned dog he was taking on a walk. Slowly, we headed towards the gift shop. I hadn’t realized there was a shower in there. When I tried to walk into the building, I felt a tug on the chain.
“Where are you going?”
I turned to him. “I thought I was taking a shower.”
“The shower is right there,” he jibed, pointing to a nearby tree.
My stance slumped slightly. That was no shower; it was a water hose attached to an empty milk jug. “What is this?”
“Trailer Park ingenuity.”
I groaned, “Seriously?”
Keith chuckled, “Look, it’s all we got, Princess. I worked hard putting that thing together for you. If you’re going to be a snob about it, I’ll just put you back in the cage.”
“But it’s freezing out here! I’m going to freeze my tits off!”
He grinned, twirling the end of the chain. “It’s hooked up to the hot water. Your tits will be fine. I like them titties; I wouldn’t want to damage them.” Rubbing a finger over his lip, he gestured to the base of the tree. “Body wash and shampoo are right there.”
I picked one up. “It’s for men.”
“Snooty, snooty. Take it or leave it, sunshine.” Rolling his eyes, he walked over to a nearby tree and attached the chain to it. Then, without saying anything, he walked into the gift shop. After a few moments, water began to pour from the holes punched into the bottom of the milk carton. For as redneck as it was, I had to admit it was pretty clever. Reaching my hand out, I felt the temp. It was warm, at least. Maybe a bit too warm. Kicking off my shoes, I cringed at the coldness of the ground beneath my feet. As I worked on yanking down my pants, I stopped when Keith walked out of the building.
“You shy now?” he asked, leaning against the tree I was attached to. “It’s not like you didn’t strip naked for me the first time we met.” He crowded me, his warm body only inches from mine, as his jade eyes glared. Before I could move away, his hand slipped down the front of my pants. “It’s not like I haven’t been balls deep in this sweet little pussy of yours.” I felt his fingers slip between my lower lips and twirl roughly over my clit. When I gasped, he pulled his hand out and chuckled.
He was right, and I hated it. There was no point in trying to hide my body from him. All three of my captors had seen me in all sorts of positions. Glaring, I dropped my pants and panties before pulling off my top and bra.
Turning my back to him, I stepped under the water and soaked my hair. I could feel his eyes on me, and as much as I was loath to admit it, I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t a bit turned on. I could handle the bad boy, outlaw shit. But why did these guys have to be psychopaths? And why the fuck was I still turned on by them even after what they did?
The shower wasn’t nearly long enough. I had barely gotten the suds out of my hair before the water began to chill. Thankfully, I scrubbed my body down before the temperature got too cold. I now smelled like an Irish spring, or some other form of manly scent.
When I stepped out of the stream, Keith walked back into the gift shop and stopped the water. He came out with a beach towel. “I thought you said you had clothes for me.”
“I do. They’re in the funhouse.”
Sighing, I slid my shoes on and snatched the towel from him. He unclasped the chain and escorted me back to my cage, securing me once more. I heard a phone ring. That was my ringtone.
Reaching into his pocket, Keith pulled out my cell and rolled his eyes. “This fucker has been calling all morning.” Pointing the gun at me, he ordered, “Get on the couch.” When I complied, he opened the phone and brought it to his ear. “Hey, buddy. Quinn can’t come to the phone right now. May I take a message?”
I could hear Cameron’s voice on the other end, but I couldn’t make it out. Keith kneeled down on the floor, inches from the bean bag. His free hand forced its way between my thighs. I didn’t resist since his gun was still very much aimed at me. “Fine, here she is.” Setting the gun down, he tossed me my phone. He mouthed the phrase, “Don’t fuck this up.” Then, as if it were nothing, he slid two fingers inside of me.
My body began to shake as they moved. He was finger fucking the shit out of me, and I couldn’t stifle the groan that escaped my throat seconds before I answered the phone. “Hello?” I asked, my voice high-pitched.
“Quinn?”
My eyes locked on the gun that was still pointed at me. There was a twisted grin on Keith’s face as he jammed his fingers deeper.
“What do you want, Cameron?”
“I know I pissed you off, and I’m sorry. I was hoping we could hang out later.”
“I’m… I’m busy right now.” The words came out in heavy breaths, and a loud moan escaped my lips.
“Are you—?”
He didn’t get to finish the sentence before my back arched, and I dropped the phone. It slid down the bean bag chair and clattered by Keith’s knees. With a toothy grin, he picked it up and brought it to his ear, never once slowing the pace of his hand. “I’m making her cum right now. She’ll call you later, buddy. Okay? Bye.” He hung up and pulled his fingers from my throbbing pussy.
Getting to his feet, he stuffed the phone back into his pocket. When he turned to leave, I asked, “Is that it?”
Stopping, he raised an eyebrow at me. His lips parted as his eyes narrowed slightly. “What game are you trying to play, Sweet Pea?”
I locked my eyes on his. “None, that’s the entire fucking point. You guys locked me up here for four days without anything to do. I’ve been bored out of my mind. At least this was entertaining.” That was only half of the truth. Yes, I was bored as hell, but more than that, I didn’t want to end up like that poor man in the dentist’s chair. I wanted to live. And if that meant spreading my legs for a few serial killers, then morals be damned. This was self-preservation.
He sauntered towards me until his crotch was only inches from my face. Slowly, he unbuckled his belt and let his jeans slide to the floor. I could see the thick outline of his cock through his boxers. “Pull them down,” he ordered in a soft and soothing tone.
I did as he asked, never once taking my eyes away from his. Not until his long, girthy cock was hanging out just begging me to play with it. Holding the gun, he used the barrel to push a strand of stray hair behind my ear. “You know what to do.”
Leaning over, I wrapped my hand around his throbbing member, then slid it between my lips. Before I was ready, he clenched my hair and forced my mouth further down. “That’s right, Sweet Pea, take it all. All the way. Swallow it like a good girl.”
The way he was pushing my head, I really had no choice. I could feel it sliding down the back of my throat; the length caused my eyes to water. I didn’t know how much longer I could do this before I gagged. Then what would he do? A moan escaped his lips, so I fought the urge to vomit and moved my head faster, firmly pressing my tongue to the underside of his cock.
“God damn, you’re so fucking good at this,” he moaned. When I didn’t think I could handle it anymore, he pulled away and shoved me onto the beanbag. Kicking his pants away, Keith climbed on top of me. Before I could even prepare myself, he was inside my vagina. His first hard thrust hit my cervix, making me cry out.
“What?” he asked as he pounded into me. “You wanted to fuck, so let’s fuck. Let’s see how much of this cock you can take.”
God, it hurt so good! He was hitting my back wall with every thrust he gave, showing no mercy. Every movement was hard and rough. There was no gentleness to it; the caveman had returned with a vengeance. I was moaning loudly, unable to help myself. I must have sounded like a cat in heat, but I didn’t care. Never in my life had I been fucked so good. My toes were curling, and I could feel the burning in my belly. “I’m gonna cum!” I screamed.
“Then cum for daddy, you dirty fucking girl! Come on, bitch, cum for me!”
At any other time in my life, I would have hated being called a bitch. But this was hot. I wanted him to say it again. The words almost left my lips when my breath caught, and my orgasm roared through my body. He must have been able to feel it because the moment my eyes rolled back, he let out a roar of his own and I could feel his warm, sticky cum seeping from my body.
After catching his breath, he gripped my jaw and looked deep into my eyes. I thought he was going to speak, but instead, he licked the side of my face and climbed off me. “If this is how you want to stay entertained, then we’ll make sure to entertain you every fucking night.”