Chapter Twenty Two
Two Days Later
“Fuck,” I grunt when he slams into me again.
He has me bent over his desk and is ramming into me so hard that it hurts my belly.
I am weirdly unbothered by this and not triggered, but I am very annoyed.
He is bound and determined to try and get me to come, but I am pretty sure I am broken.
He always ends up getting selfish and just getting himself off, but he’s trying to humiliate me.
All he is doing is humiliating himself, really.
I’m just not dumb enough to point it out.
“Take my cock, bitch,” he growls, quickening his pace and slamming into me over and over and over.
The door opens, but he doesn’t stop. In fact, he goes even harder, forcing a groan out of me every time he slams against my cervix.
When he is about to come, he pulls me off the desk and shoves me down on my knees so he can shove down my throat.
He violently fucks my mouth until he finally comes, forcing it down my throat.
“Afternoon, Josh,” the man says, looking at me. “Is she the one?”
“Yep. Apparently she’s already knocked up,” Josh says, pointing for me to stand by the wall. I do as I am told and just listen.
“Are we terminating?” he asks.
“Nah. She can have the thing. It will tell me if she can survive birth or have complications. I’ll give the kid to her boyfriend,” Josh says. “Let’s confirm so I know when she’s due.”
“Alright. I have the ultrasound set up in the clinic,” he says.
“Let’s go,” Josh says to me. He nudges me to walk ahead of him, so I do.
I am still wearing the same dress and have been keeping myself clean with wash clothes and hand soap.
Supposedly, I will be moved into a room that has a bathroom today, but only if I am good for whatever meeting he is dragging me to.
It’s already been made known that I am not to leave this house at all.
If I do, he will cut my legs off or something.
When we first got here, I was put in a room with a cot, a toilet, and a sink.
Until just a bit ago, I was alone. Someone would bring food in three times a day, but no one would say anything to me.
Josh would come in a few times a day and get himself off somehow, but again, wouldn’t say a word.
Joke’s on them; I’m fine with the silence.
When we get to the other side of the mansion, they point for me to sit on a table. I do, and Josh shuts the door.
“Lie back,” Josh says. I do, and he yanks my dress up.
“Feet in the stirrups and scoot down,” the man says. “Have you ever had an ultrasound like this before?” the man asks me.
“Uhm… No, sir,” I answer.
“It’s pretty simple,” he says. “Just relax, and it will go by smoothly.”
I stare up at the ceiling, and the man swipes the wand across me to spread the lubricant around before pushing it inside of me.
“She doesn't need to see,” Josh says as the man does something. I look up and see the screen in front of me is on.
“It’s her baby, Josh,” the man says simply.
“Fine. Whatever. You piss me off and…”
“I get it,” I snap, but close my eyes for a moment. “Thank you for letting me see my baby, Josh.”
He grunts but doesn’t say anything. I look back at the screen, and right away I see it. “Is that…” I start to ask, but stop.
“That is your baby,” he says, glancing over at me with a small smile. “How far along do you think you are?”
“Uhm… I’m two weeks late,” I say.
“Baby is measuring for… Seven weeks and three days, so that checks out. Your due date is August 16th,” he says. “And here is the heartbeat.”
The room fills with a soft thumping sound, and I close my eyes as tears well up. I wish they were here for this. I wish I could see the joy on their faces being able to see their baby… One day.
“So?” Josh asks.
“By about three months postpartum, if the birth goes okay, she should be good to get pregnant again,” he says.
“Fine. Get her a picture of the parasite and take her to the boardroom,” Josh says, walking away.
“Because I’m a servant now,” the man mutters. “My name is Doctor Benson, by the way. Call me Declan, though.”
“Kay,” I deadpan.
“Believe it or not, I am not here by choice, sweetheart,” he says.
“Ayla,” I say. “My name is Ayla.”
“It’s not good to meet you, Ayla. I’m sorry this is happening,” he says. “But… I’ll take care of you and your baby. I promise.”
“What’s in the boardroom?” I ask.
“Ah… yeah, that’s a stockade. He’s going to have all of his men rape you,” he says. “But…”
“But what about my baby?” I ask.
“He probably wants me there to watch and see how you handle it. I would highly advise that you relax as much as you can. Your body is capable of amazing things, Ayla,” he says, tearing off a picture and handing it to me.
I see the little blob, and I swear to it right here that I will keep them safe. No matter what.
Declan doesn’t clean the lubricant off me, but I sense that is for a reason. He helps me stand and waits for me to fix my dress before we go to the door. “Ready?” he asks me.
“No,” I lie.
“Deep breath,” he says. I nod, and we walk out of the room.
Unless Declan is a great liar, he seems genuine in how he is trying to take care of me.
We walk through the house and end up outside a door.
He gives me a moment to breathe before opening the door.
I am clutching the picture of my baby in my hand as I walk inside.
At least two dozen pairs of eyes turn to me, and Josh is at the front of the room, standing with a spanking bench.
“Ah, yes. This will be better,” Declan says, gesturing to the bench.
“Here’s the deal, Ayla,” Josh says to me. “All of my men will get a turn with you before I fuck you. This allows them to get it out of their system so they can respect my rules and not touch you.”
Sounds like bullshit to me, I think. What I say instead is, “Yes, Sir.”
“Everyone will wear condoms so you don’t catch anything,” he says. “Do I need to restrain you, or will you be a good girl?”
“I’ll be a good girl,” I say softly.
“Good. Get up there, and we will get started,” he says, patting my ass. I sigh and go to the spanking bench. I pull my dress up slightly so I can put my knees in place. I bend over to lie across the top platform and keep my head down with the picture, still clutched in my hand.
“Any advice for my men, doctor?” Josh asks.
“Make sure everyone is using lubricant and don’t be too hard on her cervix. You could cause bleeding,” Declan says simply. His tone is tight, and I can tell he doesn’t want to be here.
“How about you show us, Doc?” Josh says, and everyone chuckles.
Do they not think he’s going to, or does he have a tiny dick?
I get that Declan doesn’t want to be part of this, but it doesn’t sound like he has a choice.
“Unless of course you were lying when you said you no longer associate with the Meridian family.”
Oh hell…
I’ve heard Thane on the phone with his father. I don’t know much about the situation, but it sounds like his father is not who he seems and Thane keeps that secret for a reason.
“I’ll do it,” Declan says simply.
“Good. Show us how hard we can fuck her. You understand? Go right to the line and show them,” Josh says. “Remember, I know the answers to these questions, Declan. Don’t try to deceive me, or it will be you that my men fuck next, right before I deliver your severed head to Thane’s front door.”
“I got it,” Declan laughs. It’s the fake fucking laugh, and his hands shake when he pulls my dress up to lie across my back. His movements are unsteady, telling me I truly can trust him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers almost inaudibly before pressing his cock against me.
“Any day now, Declan,” Josh says.
I decide to keep him from getting himself killed and push my hips back just a bit, taking the head of his cock into me. I gasp because he’s just as big as Thane and Reid. Holy fuck, he is huge. He pushes into me a bit more, and Josh yells. “Hello?! Fuck her, Declan.”
“Unless you want me to rip her open, how about you be patient,” Declan snaps back. I hear footsteps before Josh laughs.
“Well goddamn, son. You’re about to hollow this bitch out. She better come with all that cock you got,” Josh says.
“Noted,” Declan growls, pushing into me more.
I groan as he stretches me, but he stays steady and keeps going.
When he starts rocking his hips, it forces a moan out of me that makes the others chuckle.
Declan quickens his pace and holds tightly to my hips, railing into me harder and harder.
Eventually I can’t stop it from flooding out when an orgasm makes my vision blur and the slightest moan floods out.
My head is pulled up, and Josh ruins it all by forcing his dick down my throat.
With both of them pounding into me, all I can do is fill the room with gargled screams.
When they come, they pull back, and another man comes up. I am still so fucking dazed that it doesn’t even register that he’s there until he stabs into my ass.
He comes in under two minutes before another man starts fucking me.
One by one, I count twenty-five more men who come up and fuck me.
They take turns between my pussy and ass.
Some are halfway decent. Most are terrible.
They all use lubricant and condoms, though.
I am so goddamn tired by the time someone picks me up that I can’t keep my eyes open.
I’m still holding my picture, though, and I’ll never let it go.
I get laid in a bed, and someone is cleaning me. When I force my eyes open, I see Declan. “I’ll be quick. Just rest,” he tells me.
“Can they hear?” I mutter.
“No,” he says simply.
“You know Thane?” I ask, watching him clean me.
“He’s my big brother,” he tells me. “He’s also going to fucking kill me.”
“Nah,” I say. “I won’t let him.”
“I’ll try to get a hold of him, but… Ayla, you have to do what they say. No attitude. No running. Just do as they say. He will get what he wants and give you back.”
“As long as my baby is safe,” I say.
“Right now, yes. He’s weird about not allowing abortion. Once it’s born… I don’t know,” he says.
“But for now?” I ask.
“He’s going to lock you in this room and make me take care of you. He has forbidden me from fucking you, which is fine. I’ll be here to bring you every meal and check on you and the baby. He will come in and rape you, I’m sure. You won’t be allowed to leave otherwise.”
“I’m going to die of boredom,” I say.
“There is a television, and I can bring you books. Really, whatever that doesn’t require the internet.”
“Can I have a tablet without the internet?” I ask.
“I’ll ask him. Why for?”
“Reading, drawing, writing, just whatever,” I say. “Don’t get yourself in trouble.”
“I’ll ask. Just be careful what you do with it,” he says. “I’ll bring you some things in the meantime.”
“I’ll suck his dick for a moon pie,” I say seriously, making him smirk. “This doesn’t feel like captivity.”
“It won’t as long as you don’t piss him off,” he says. “Just… don’t believe a word he says. Ever. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
“Get some rest. I’ll come back in the morning,” he tells me, pulling the covers over me.
“I’ll bring you some clothes in the morning.
There are some snacks on your bedside table.
I also left you some salve you need to use.
Josh knows, but you are incredibly swollen.
You aren’t bleeding or anything, but he needs to go easy on you so you might bleed. ”
“Is the baby…” I start to ask.
“Yes. They’re well protected, but getting fucked by twenty-six people in a short period of time is a lot of friction, even with lubricant. So expect him to find other ways to get himself off for a while.
“Alright,” I sigh.
“Try and sleep, Ayla.”
“Thank you, Declan,” I say.
“Don’t thank me, Ayla. I raped you,” he says before walking out of the room.
I stare up at the ceiling for a moment before I unwrinkle the photo and look at my baby. I put one hand on my lower belly and speak softly. “Mama is going to take care of you, little bean. I don’t care what I have to do; I will get you to your dads.”