20 #2
They manhandled me onto my back with Harry still straddled above my hips. The cold air brushed over my bare skin as Pete pried my legs further apart and settled between them. Harry slapped my cheek, but I stayed unresponsive, stuck in a haze of dissociation.
“Damn, well, I’m still fucking her,” Pete said.
“Tie her wrists—”
I groaned and gave a feeble attempt to resist, but a rough orange rope was wrapped around my wrists and dragged above my head before I could get anywhere.
“Hurry up, Petey, I want a turn,” Jas said from somewhere nearby.
Harry moved up my chest and left room for Pete to settle between my legs.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Harry smirked when he saw my eyes flicker with awareness, and gave my cheek a few hard pats.
I felt my legs get pushed up and back and Harry wrapped his arms under my knees. The position drew my legs almost to my chest, nearly lifting my ass off the ground. The panic started up anew.
“This view—” Pete groaned.
He slapped between my legs and I cried out around the gag.
“I want to hear her scream,” Pete said. “Take that out.”
Jas pulled the fabric out and I gasped in air, quickly hyperventilating. I could feel Pete’s fingers as he pulled me apart. He tugged my curls and pinched my clit hard—I gritted my teeth until he didn’t let up, and I couldn’t help but scream.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I choked on each sob. He eased inside me, slowly at first, only to pull out and jerk his hips forward roughly. He pounded into me fast and hard and the angle was excruciating. I screamed over and over again until Harry covered my mouth with a curse and a laugh.
“Shit, she’s loud.”
I lost consciousness again to the sound of rough laughter.
The next time I registered anything, I was curled in a ball outside the ring of firelight and I was alone. My wrists were still tied and I was fully naked and gagged with what I realized were my panties. I immediately started shaking and crying softly, completely overwhelmed and terrified.
The men weren’t around the fire, but I heard their snores in the large tent across the way.
My teeth chattered violently. I was slowly deteriorating into shock, but I knew if I was going to make a move, it had to be now.
I slowly eased my way toward the deeper shadows.
Pain exploded between my legs and in my lower belly and when I looked down, I noticed the blood that coated my thighs.
Some of it was dried, most of it wasn’t, and each move I made caused more to slip down my legs.
I knew that wasn’t good. I clenched my teeth around the gag and fought to keep my whimpers of agony as quiet as possible.
I’d made it almost to the edge of camp when I heard footsteps.
“Ah, you’re awake.”
I flipped over to see Jas as he came into the light. He zipped up his fly. He must have been off taking a piss. He came over and knelt down with concern in his eyes.
“You bled a lot so they stopped,” Jas said. “Harry said he’s taking your ass in the morning—”
Dread choked me and I visibly trembled. My eyes widened and I silently pleaded with him.
Jas smiled sadly. “I can’t let you go, they won’t like that. But, I’m smaller than them, maybe I should take you now—prepare you for Harry…”
He seemed to brighten at that thought. I tried to scramble away, but Jas grabbed my hair and bodily dragged me over to a log.
“Yeah, I’ll just stretch you out a bit so they don’t tear you as bad.”
I tried to fight him, but I was too weak. The moment he draped me over the log, I panicked. I couldn’t touch the ground with more than my toes and my arms hung uselessly down around my head. He stepped close and pressed his hips against mine.
“Shh, it’s okay, I’ll go slow, baby,” he cooed.
Jas ran his hand up and down my spine in his attempt at comfort. It did nothing but increase my anxiety. He parted my ass cheeks and moved his thumbs over my hole. Spit dropped and he massaged it in gently.
“God, you have a nice ass—”
His thumbs pushed inside and caressed the edges to help stretch me. It still hurt. I cried out against the gag and feebly tried to struggle.
Why couldn’t I escape?
All the training, all the hard work, and here I was just as helpless as I’d always been. The defeat settled like a weight, and along with the shame, all the fight left. I went limp across the log, resigned to whatever Jas was going to do. It would hurt less to fight anyway.
One of Jas’ thumbs disappeared and I heard his zipper drag down. He pushed his cock into my pussy and I locked up as the burn became unbearable. He abandoned my ass to rub circles roughly over my clit.
“I can make you feel good,” he panted. “Just relax for me.”
He thrust gently a few times. “Okay, that’s hot—your blood all over my cock.”
When he pushed against my ass, I struggled and tried to kick back at him.
“No, no, none of that.”
He grabbed my thighs and drove his hips forward.
He was definitely smaller than the other two, he wasn’t wrong about that, but I dissolved into sobs when he pushed his head inside.
He spit again. I felt it drop onto my skin.
It helped a little bit, and he coaxed and muttered encouragement as he forced his way through the resistance. It was excruciating.
“There we go, sweet one—you’re doing so good, a little more—”
He was fully seated in seconds, his breath ragged as he draped over my back. He smoothed a hand over my hair.
“Just like that—see? Not so bad.”
I’d never wanted to kill anyone so badly in my life.
Not even Vetticus and Albatron. Maybe Octavius, but Jas and these men were a very, very close second.
The rage inside me was hot, molten—alive with a sentience all its own.
It felt like a living thing that could burst from me at any moment if I only had the strength.
Jas moved slowly in and out until the rhythm dissolved his breathing into short, panting gasps.
The discomfort grew as his thrusts sped up, but he didn’t last long, and for that I was grateful.
After he came, he pulled me down into his lap and wrapped me in his arms. I didn’t have the strength to resist. He petted my head and whispered things I had no interest in hearing.
My wrists lay against his thigh and when he shifted to get comfortable, my hands slid to his belt and brushed against something.
My senses sharpened—it was the hilt of a hunting knife.
Under the guise of nestling into him more, I moved my fingers over the leather sheath.
“Yeah, baby, just relax,” Jas said.
I could hear the satisfaction in his tone at my behavior. He liked that I was complying and using him as comfort. I wanted to take out my fury on him, but instead I made a soft whimper to cover up the sound of the leather loop unsnapping.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Jas continued to murmur.
I was already a mess, so my short, breathless pants against the gag weren’t seen as suspicious.
Jas continued to rock me in his arms and I slowly eased the blade out.
I knew I was only going to have one chance at this.
One chance to not only kill him, but make it quiet enough not to wake the other two.
Jas’ hand traced along my jaw and lifted my chin. I froze, the terror in my eyes not fake at the thought of him realizing what I was doing. He pulled the gag out of my mouth.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said softly.
I shook my head and then stopped—because this would work to my advantage.
His lips descended on mine and I fought through the nausea.
Disgust rushed through me and when his tongue shoved into my mouth, I nearly gagged.
I slipped the knife the rest of the way out and the adrenaline nearly made me pass out with the rush of it.
The next pass of his tongue, I bit him. Blood flooded my mouth and I swallowed his scream as I clamped down and didn’t let go.
He sought to push me off, but I brought the knife up and shoved the blade into his neck.
I released him and gasped at the sight of his half-severed tongue as it lolled out of his mouth.
I yanked the blade out to a spray of blood and he made a quiet choking sound before the surprise faded from his eyes and he slumped over, gaping like a dying fish out of water.
“Jas?” Harry’s voice called out from the tent.
I quickly sawed the rope off my wrists. Panic flared when I saw the tent flap rustle, but I wheezed in a deep breath and fought it back.
“Jas, you better not be fucking with her—” Harry’s head poked out. “Hey! Shit—Pete, wake up!”
I scrambled back into the shadows with the knife clutched tightly in my fist. My heart thrashed in my chest as I gained my feet and took off into the trees.
I ran blindly, the adrenaline and pain battling it out as I stumbled and crashed through the dark woods.
Harry and Pete shouted in anger somewhere over my shoulder—they’d discovered Jas.
I heard their pursuit and knew if they caught me this time, I was dead.