Chapter Thirteen
Mariska
“Wait!” I squeal as I leap out of the shower and rush out of the bathroom.
His foot catches mine, and I fall to the ground.
I don’t get to start crawling before he pushes me flat and forces his cock into my ass.
“NO! Fuck, that hurts. Stop!” I scream as I try to claw myself away from him.
He moves with me as he pounds into my ass, and I can’t help but moan as I collapse to the ground.
I grip onto the carpet as he fucks my ass, moaning and screaming through every violent thrust. “Take it whore,” Dawson growls, fucking me into the floor.
“Fuuuuck!” I moan. I bang my forehead on the floor, and he immediately grabs my hair and yanks my head back so far that I scream out in pain until I let him roll us.
My back is against his chest, and he holds my hips as he continues to fuck my ass, deep.
Zeke grabs hold of me and forces his cock into my pussy, and they both start fucking me harder as I whimper in pain.
Every time I relax a bit, Zeke slaps my breasts over and over until I am in tears.
They get me up to the bed. I think they’re going to let me rest, but then I am tied face down with my arms stretched out in front of me.
They push something into my pussy, and I already know it’s a wearable vibrator.
I know Dawson bought it today, probably for this reason.
One piece is covering my clit while a part is internal and pressing against my G-spot.
They push my thighs together and restrain them so the toy cannot escape.
When it comes on, it starts sucking on my clit and vibrating so intensely that I am moaning and screaming in seconds.
That’s when a belt slaps across my ass so hard that my vision blacks out for a second, and I am suddenly coming so hard that I can’t breathe.
The belt hits me across the thighs, ass, and back as the toy forces me to repeatedly come.
“I can’t,” I cry out. “No more.”
“One more, baby. You’re doing so good,” Zeke praises me as Dawson hits me with the belt again.
“Fuck! It’s so good,” I moan.
“I’m going to tell you something, but I need to make sure you hear me,” Zeke says, cupping my cheek as I look at him with my head turned.
“Now?” I whine.
“Yes, baby,” he says gently. I nod once, and he kisses me. “It was a match. Mark was the one who raped you. Meghan helped make sure we stayed apart.”
Before I can react, the belt snaps across my ass again, and the pressure is building again.
I expect the belt to come down on me again, but Dawson suddenly grabs my hips and buries his cock in my ass.
The sound that comes out of me as he fucks me is a cross between pain and intense pleasure.
His cock is stretching me wide, and the toy in my cunt has me coming back to back, numbing my brain.
When Dawson comes, Zeke starts fucking me even harder, but wraps the belt they were just hitting me with around my throat.
When it is pulled tight, Zeke starts fucking me as hard as he possibly can, and I can’t breathe.
I can’t scream. I am completely at his mercy, and I do not doubt that I am safe.
I was brutalized once before, but this is so different.
I know that, though this is painful, the pleasure drowns out almost all of the discomfort.
This moment is what defines our trust; it’s the evidence of us.
By the time Zeke comes, he has choked me nearly to unconsciousness several times before letting up on the belt.
This time, he doesn’t, but I do not fight the darkness that swallows my thoughts.
I let it consume me. Just as I am about to slip away, he releases me, and an orgasm more intense than anything I have ever felt is what forces me into my dreams.
The next morning, I wake to gentle kisses peppering my face. “Mmm,” I groan.
“Wake up, my love,” Dawson says, kissing me.
“We have a surprise, baby. Wake up,” Zeke says, and I open one eye. “There she is.”
“A surprise?” I ask.
“Please, don’t do anything gross with me standing here,” Kevin pleads.
“You,” I say, sitting up. “Why are you in my bedroom?”
“Because I wanted to deliver this news personally,” he says. I glance up, and my parents are standing at my bedroom door. It's light outside, and probably has been for a while.
“Okay…” I say slowly. “What’s up?”
“A search warrant was issued late last night for Mark and Meghan’s phones.
We started with the cloud and found a video of Mark raping you in Meghan’s cloud storage.
Arrest warrants were issued for both of them.
When serving the warrant, Mark shot and killed Meghan before turning the gun on himself.
He was pronounced dead an hour later at a nearby hospital. ”
“Well damn,” I say. “What about his parents?”
“That investigation will continue, but it’s likely we won’t be able to prove anything definitively enough.”
“Well, Mark and Meghan are dead, so that’s good enough for me,” I say. “And Adam?”
“He made his full confession twenty minutes ago,” he tells me. “So, take some time to rest and relax. Come back Monday, and we will jump into the next one.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a smile. “Thank you for believing in me.”
“You’re welcome, Mariska,” he says, smiling. When he leaves, Mom and Dad give me a quick hug and make their escape before Zeke and Dawson lay me back on the bed, and I snuggle between them.
“I love you both so much,” I mumble.
“We love you too, Riss,” Zeke says, hugging me to his chest. Dawson snuggles up close behind me, so I am squished between them, and I feel like I am in heaven between them.
I never thought I was meant to find happiness, but these two are proving that wrong at every turn.
I can finally find peace with my trauma and move on.
I know some days will be harder than others, but I know I can weather any storm sent my way.
No matter how much I hate what happened to me, I never would have had a chance to share this moment with these two men otherwise.
So, my survival and happiness are buried in the evidence of us.