Chapter 12
ROOK
I’m hurting all over, but I won’t let Camile go through this on her own.
My worst fear—after them killing her—is that they’ll take turns raping her.
Then the Camile I’ve grown to know and love, will no longer exist. She’ll be so damaged, that sweet light that drew me to her will have been turned to darkness.
I’d dedicate the rest of my life to figuring out a way to turn it back on again, but prevention is always better than a cure.
If these fuckers can be satisfied by watching a show, I hope they’ll leave her alone.
The room has filled with people. I count six men now. Several of them are clearly bikers—the assholes who grabbed me when my so-called friend betrayed me—but the others I’m not so sure about.
I don’t regret coming here. I don’t regret acting outside of the MC, even though Jack is going to fucking kill me when he sees me again, if he sees me again. If I hadn’t, Camile would still be here alone, and they wouldn’t be satisfied with getting a show. No, they’d want the real thing.
They’ve made her dress in a skimpy red and black lace thong and a matching bra, and she’s got a tiny fishnet style black dress over the top that barely covers her ass.
Her feet are clad in strappy sandals with stiletto heels she could break her ankle in, and it doesn’t help that they look a size too big.
One of the guys unhooks me from the pipe I’ve been tied to for hours.
I wonder if I can fight now that I’m untied, but one of them has a gun, and I can’t risk either of us getting shot.
He drags me over to where the chair is positioned in the middle of the room.
I’m still hurting from the beating they gave me, but the meds have taken the edge off.
He shoves me into it. “Sit in the chair. Let’s see her give you a dance.”
“Dance, dance, dance,” the men chant at Camile.
She looks awkward and embarrassed, but she approaches me and stands directly in front of my shins. She shimmies her hips side to side. Her movements are stilted and her big eyes shine with unshed tears.
Shouts come from the audience. “Take off his shirt. Wiggle that ass at us. Come on, put some effort into it, or we’ll put a hole in his leg.”
I think she’s going to tell them to fuck off, but she must realize how hopeless our situation is.
We’re outnumbered and the fuckers have a gun.
We don’t have any choice. She ups the ante, lifting her arms up and moving her body sinuously.
She’s good, so good she could be a dancer in a seedy club instead of a girl who has been kept virtuous by her family for years.
Fuck, I hate that I’m finding her so sexy right now. What kind of man does that make me? A fucked up one, I’m sure, because the element of danger is also weirdly adding to my arousal, and my cock is showing its approval as it grows thick and long inside my jeans.
Camile teeters in her heels. Her face is a pale mask of fury, but she does as they ask and puts on a show. Facing me, she leans in as though pushing her tits in my face, while she lifts the bottom of my t-shirt, and takes the chance to whisper in my ear.
“It’ll be okay. We just need to give them what they want.”
“Cami…” I say.
“Don’t let them hurt you again. I’m okay with this so long as it’s just you and me. Tune them out.”
She pulls my t-shirt up over my head and tosses it to one side, then starts to dance for me again.
“Nice ass,” someone shouts. They make clucks of approval. “Shake it for us.”
She gives her hips a jiggle and her tits bounce. I try not to stare, but it’s kind of hard when they’re right in front of me. Despite the situation, or maybe in a sick way because of it, I feel myself getting even harder for her, a line running down the denim of my jeans.
“Lose the dress.”
I’m unsure which man shouted, but Camile obeys.
She pulls the dress from her shoulders and lets it slip to the floor so she’s in only the cheap underwear and heels.
“Now get his cock out,” Ginger hollers from where they’re all watching.
Camile bites her lower lip and reaches for my jeans.
“You don’t have to do this,” I hiss at her.
She gives me a look that says, “Yes, I do.”
I hate that my cock seems perfectly happy to see her. It jerks as she undoes my jeans and reaches her small hand in to free me. Her fingers are warm as she wraps them around my erection and pulls me into the open.
The men continue to shout instructions. “Now down on your knees.”
“Suck him off and make it good. I want to see you choke on that cock.”
“Make some noise. Groan. Give us a proper show.”
She drops to her knees in front of me, pulls her hair out of the way with one hand to form a ponytail, and then leans in.
Her hot, wet mouth covers the head of my cock, and my eyes roll with pleasure.
I suck air in over my teeth with a hiss and grip the sides of the chair so I don’t automatically grab her hair and force her deeper.
She hums and moans around me, the vibrations going straight down to my balls.
My hips lift from the chair, and I have to remind myself she isn’t doing this because she wants to. She’s literally being held at gunpoint.
I grit my teeth, doing my best not to lose my load down the back of her throat. For a girl who hasn’t had much experience in this department, and who is under a hell of a lot of pressure right now, she’s incredible.
Ginger huffs a frustrated sigh. “This is boring. I want to see her getting fucked.”
“She’s supposed to be a virgin for Ledger,” the one Camile referred to as Lion says. “He’s going to fucking marry her.”
I shoot Camile a look. With her mouth still wrapped around my dick, she widens her eyes at me, a sure sign for me to stay quiet.
They’re not to know we’ve already had sex.
But look at this girl… how could they think we haven’t?
I assume it must be for the same reason Camile was a virgin until yesterday.
She’s been bound by the rules of her society.
Ginger hasn’t given up. “She’s got more than one hole. Have him fuck her in the ass for us.”
Camile pulls off me, twisting over her shoulder to stare at them.
My cock stands fully erect, deep-red, and shiny with a combination of her saliva and my pre-cum.
Does she think badly of me for still having an erection when all of this is going on?
I will it to go down, because if I don’t have a hardon, I can’t do what they’re asking of us, but if I can’t, will they shoot us?
Lion shakes his head. “I don’t think Ledger’s going to like that.”
“Fuck Ledger. I want to see it. She still technically won’t have had a cock in her pussy yet, so it’s all good.”
Is he serious? Does he really want me to fuck her in the ass in front of them all?
“No,” I say. “She’s not been touched before. It’ll hurt her.”
“A bullet will fuck her up a hell of a lot worse.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“A bullet for you, then,” Ginger sneers.
“No!” Camile cries. “Leave him alone.” She turns to me, her dark eyes shining with tears. “It’s okay, Rook. I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me.”
“I can’t…” My voice is barely a whisper. “Not like this.”
“Yes, you can.”
A couple of the guys whoop, holler, and high five.
“Who’s got some lube?” Ginger looks around.
A couple of the men open their wallets and produce some single use foil packets.
“He could always take her dry,” one of them suggests, and they all laugh.
Fuckers.
Can I fight them? Should I dare try?
Ginger turns his attention to Camile. “Take off the rest of those undies but leave the shoes on.”
She gets to her feet. Keeping her chin tucked in, staring at the floor, she reaches behind her to undo the bra.
She curls her spine, tucking in on herself.
I realize I can stand, too, and I’m going to need to if I’m to do what they want.
My jeans are still open, my cock out, so I just kick them the rest of the way off so I’m naked, too, now.
Then I move in front of her, hiding her nude body from the men watching, though I know it’ll do no good.
They’re going to see her at her most vulnerable, and there’s fuck-all I can do about it.
In fact, I’m going to be playing my part in this, but I have no choice.
If it’s not me, it’ll be one of them, and I can’t do that to her.
Ginger moves closer, waving the gun around. “Use the chair. Put your hands on the seat, girlie, so your ass is sticking out. Spread your legs. We want to see the goods.”
She gets into position, and I deliberately move in behind her, trying to block their view.
With her feet apart like this and her ass out, they’re getting a look right at her sweet pussy.
To my surprise, she’s wet and puffy. Had a little part of her enjoyed sucking me off despite the men watching?
Or is this just her body’s way of preparing her for what’s coming?
A trauma response? Hell, maybe the way I’m reacting is a trauma response, too.
The whole situation is so fucked up it’s beyond belief.
“Get out of the fucking way,” one of the men instructs, “or we’ll put a bullet in one of you.”
I snap at him. “How do you propose I fuck her if I’m not allowed to stand between her legs?”
Someone throws a packet of lube at me. It hits me in the shoulder then falls to the floor, and I scoop down and pick it up. Then I move into position, happy I’m at least blocking their view of her.
Her whole body is shaking. I feel like the biggest asshole in the world for going along with this.
My head is spinning, trying to come up with ways I can make this stop, but they’re armed.
Maybe I should let them shoot me, instead of agreeing to what they want, but then what will become of Camile?
If I’m dead, and they didn’t get their performance, they’ll be the ones to take her like this. Will they do so, even if I do this?