Natalie #3
“Coming.” I call back and make my way to the back of the building.
I knock on the partly open door and wait for him to tell me to enter.
I immediately regret my decision to open the door.
Howard stands there butt naked, his hardened cock in one hand, a gun in the other.
What should I do? He leans against the desk, groaning under his breath.
I lift my foot to take a step back getting ready to run, maybe if I’m fast enough I can make it out the building before he can get dressed.
“Don’t even think about running, or screaming.
Come. Here.” He growls and points the gun at me.
I can’t run now, if I try he will just shoot me.
Shit, I should have brought my phone back here with me.
I should’ve answered it and kept Julian on the line so he can bring the police here.
I shuffle towards him , pulling the pepper spray out from my pocket slowly.
“I don’t think so,” he laughs sadistically.
“Give me the spray.” He lets go of his dick and holds his hand out to me.
My own hand trembles as I put the spray into his open palm.
“Good girl, now get on your knees.” He walks behind me, closes the door, leans on it then points to the floor.
“Prove to me your Pa was right about you.” He smirks.
So much for flight or fight, what hits me is fear, pure agonising terror as feelings from my childhood emerge.
Stay still.
Be quiet.
Be a good girl.
“What?” I breathe. Why is he talking about Pa?
I haven’t seen him since I left home eight years ago.
Never even kept contact with him, why should I after what he did?
After what they both did. I wished I could have taken the younger ones out with me.
But there were no more girls by then. They either got sent away to live with the uncles and brought back whenever the social workers came around or ran away.
The only ones left were Ma’s precious boys.
“Why do you think I’ve kept you around all this time?
Certainly not just for your work ethics.
But your good ol’ Pa ,” he mocks my Southern accent, “He t old me how good you are with your mouth. He taught you young right, so you’ve had a lot of practice over the years.
” He smirks. “I’ve been biding my time, waiting until I know you have nowhere and no-one to turn to.
And now I can mold you into my submissive little pet.
” His hand, sticky with his pre-cum glides over my cheek, “Now show me how good you are.” He grabs my hair and shoves me to the floor.
He tries to shove his dick into my mouth, I keep it shut tight, just the thought of sucking anyone's cock makes me feel sick. I never did it with any of my ex’s.
Not after being forced time and time again to swallow the cum of my pa and uncles.
“Stop being a brat and suck my cock already.” A sharp pain shoots through my head as he hits me with the butt of the gun. Once. Twice. Three times.
I can smell the iron of my blood as it starts trickling down my face.
He lets go of my hair and I drop to the floor, my whole body trembles as I try to keep myself up with shaky hands.
He laughs in a cruel way as his foot comes down on my back repeatedly.
I lose my balance and fall to the side. More kicks rain down all over my body as he screams about what a pathetic whore I am.
Using his hands, he rolls me onto my back and slams the top of his foot in between my legs.
Again and again. “Why won’t you fuck me like you fucked the others huh?
” I’m too frozen to move, unsure of whether it’s shock or pain keeping me from fighting back.
“You sucked them raw, had their cum for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So why not me. I can give you the world. All you have to do is be a good girl and open your mouth.”
He stops his relentless kicks and bends, taking my hair back into his hands.
“Oh, I see. Maybe you need a little incentive. Pa did tell me how you like being fucked from behind.” He uses my hair to pull me up and shoves me against his desk.
The pain in my chest is excruciating as I can physically feel some of my ribs crack.
He starts pulling down my pants and underwear, I’m too weak to fight him off if he’s going to rape me again.
What I don’t expect is the cold barrel of the gun to be thrusted into my ass.
The pain is bad enough to almost make me pass out, but I force myself to stay awake.
I can’t trust him with my unconscious body.
He shoves the barrel in deeper, then glides two fingers into my pussy, making me feel full.
My mouth opens, ready to scream but Howard shoves his hand over my mout h, silencing me.
He pinches my nose between his finger and thumb.
Using his other hand to alternate between fucking me with the gun and fingering me.
Today is the day I die at the hands of my boss.
If not from suffocation then from either the head wounds or the blood loss as I feel it trickle down my legs and face.
My body weakens as I struggle to get oxygen into my lungs.
I can’t think of anything but the pain. I try to think of my happier times with Julian, but that just hurts more.
Why didn’t I listen to him this morning? Why did I come back here ?
Howard removes his hand from my face, leaning over me he bites my ear, hard enough to make it bleed.
“Now kneel.” He sneers, twisting my hair around his fist. I don’t fight him.
I can’t fight him. He will kill me. I know he will.
“Good,” he chuckles. “Now show me how a little doll treats her daddy .” I drop to my knees, my aching legs try to stay up so I don’t push the gun even further inside me.
His laugh is evil as he sees me struggling.
Then as further torment, he pushes on my shoulders.
The pain is agonising as the barrel is pushed in deep enough for me to feel the trigger guard against my skin.
Leaning across he grabs his chair, rolls it over to us and sits.
He lifts his hands to my face and forces my jaw open before inserting himself.
I need Julian. If only you were real and can get him for me. I need my man. I want him .
Tears stream down my face as he fucks my mouth.
He knows Pa, and Pa told him everything.
I can’t believe it. Was Howard one of the ‘uncles’ from back then?
I start to gag around his thickness, making him laugh and go deeper.
He pinches my nose again, just to torture me even more.
I try to relax my throat and fail. As I start struggling to breathe and unconsciousness starts hitting, a pop can be heard from the front of the building.
I can barely keep my eyes open as he pulls away.
“Fuck.” Howard pushes me to my hands and knees and removes the gun.
I try to stand but I’m in too much pain, too lightheaded.
Too defeated. Howard grabs his pants and quickly slips them on, throwing me my underwear and telling me to put them on.
Another pop echoes, followed by the intercom buzzing and Xanders weak voice buzzing through it..
“Hurry the fuck up bitch.” He growls at me, shoving the gun into my temple.
I’m tempted just to let him shoot me. At least all this will be over.
“I said put them on.” He starts to sound a little panicked.
After managing to just about pull my underwear on, Howard lifts me by my hair and pulls me out of the room.
“Mr Howard.” Xander sounds defeated, his voice strained. “Help me, please.”
“What the hell is going on?” Howard calls out, and when he is met only with silence, stops and shoves me in front of him.
“Walk.” He holds the gun to my head again.
He has to hold me up as my legs weaken from under me, making my scalp sting even more as he uses my hair to keep me up straight.
I try to stay conscious, I really do. But my body and mind are exhausted.
I close my eyes as we walk, letting him lead me to wherever he wants me to go.
“Let her go.” A womans voice can be heard. “Now, you fucking asshole.” She sounds pissed. I can’t see who is talking, but I do feel Howard start to shake.
“Put the gun down or I’ll shoot her.” Howard threatens. Oh, how I wish he would. Death is certainly better than dealing with this over and over again.
“I’ll have you on the floor faster than you can move that trigger a millimetre.” She replies.
“Who are you and what do you want? Money, take it. But her?” he taps the sticky barrel of the gun against my cheek, “This whore stays with me.”