Chapter 12 #2
What if this is just the starter for them? What if us doing this makes them want more and goads them to hurt her? There’s no reason to think I’ll be completely safe from their sick and twisted ways either. Plenty of men get raped by other men in prison and during wars.
Perhaps if it comes to that, I can somehow make sure they target me and leave her alone.
I’d do that… for her. My main concern is for Camile.
I don’t want her harmed beyond repair by this.
I care more for her than I do for my own safety, and I tell myself that if it comes to the worst-case scenario for her, I’ll do anything to stop it, even allowing the men to run a train on me.
This is a way to buy time, and a way to maybe keep them at bay.
If that doesn’t work, I’ll fucking stop at nothing to ensure none of these assholes gets their filthy hands on her, even if I die trying.
Fuck, I’m so torn up that I freeze in total panic about what to do.
She shoots me a glance over her shoulder and mouths, clearly, do it.
I use the lube, stroking it over my head, mixing with the pre-cum, and then I put some on my fingers and touch her ass.
She looks over her shoulder at me again, her long, dark hair swinging. She’s so fucking sexy, even like this. I hate that I’m thinking that. It feels so wrong.
I hesitate, but she says, “It’s okay, Rook. You can make me feel good.”
Fuck, I almost lose it there and then.
I push a finger inside her ass, and she tenses a little. The clamping of her ass around my finger makes my dick react, as though it’s anticipating how it’s going to feel when it’s inside her.
The men are getting out their cocks, rubbing themselves, and I try to ignore that and push it far from my mind.
“Fuck yeah,” someone says. “This is like our own private porno.”
Camile whimpers and moans as I finger her ass. I want to tell her to relax, but how can I when she’s about to get fucked in the ass at gunpoint with a whole heap of strange men watching and masturbating over her?
The last thing I want is to harm her, which means I need to prepare her the best I can.
If she’s aroused, this will hurt less. Maybe she can’t get aroused in this position, or maybe she’s sick like me, and the danger somehow turns her on.
Either way, I reach around with my other hand and play with her clit, flicking and stroking it, trying to get her to relax.
When I think she’s gotten used to one finger, I add a second.
She lets out a little whimper, and my cock jumps again.
I can almost forget that we have an audience… almost.
“Get on with it,” one of the men yells.
Someone else shouts, “Shove your cock in her ass.”
“Do it, Rook,” she tells me, her voice breathy. “I trust you.”
My fucking heart breaks at her words. She trusts me! That’s huge, and it fills my chest with pride and warmth but then sick acid rushes in, corroding those feelings. I don’t deserve her trust. I’m taking her like this, and doing nothing to protect her because, what? I think it will buy time?
I slide my fingers from her body and grip my cock. Lining myself up, I press my cockhead against her tight little hole. There’s resistance—I’m not exactly small—but then she opens up for me, as though accepting me, and the head of my cock vanishes inside her.
Her whole body is trembling and she’s breathing hard, her shoulders rising and falling.
Is she crying? Fuck, I hope not. I almost lose my erection at the thought of her tears but close my eyes and focus on the feel of her.
If I do lose it, one of these bastards will take my place, and they will hurt her badly.
I shunt in deeper, and she grips the edges of the chair, her knuckles white. I hate how good she feels, like I’m going to blow my load at any moment, even with all these fuckers watching.
Ginger takes a step closer. “Fuck her harder. I want to hear her scream.”
“No,” I growl. “I don’t want to damage her.”
“Do as you’re fucking told. Now, fuck her like you mean it. I want to see those titties jiggle.”
I sink deeper inside her, watching as the inches vanish. She’s so fucking tight, her ass is gripping me like a vice. Her breathing grows faster, and she lets out a little cry.
“It’s okay, Cami. Try to breathe. Relax, and it’ll be easier.”
My instructions are ridiculous when we have a whole gang of men watching and she’s fucking naked.
Ginger hasn’t finished with his instructions. “Fuck her ass hard, then come inside her. I want to see cum leaking from her hole.”
I’m balls deep now, seated inside her fully. My hands are on her hips, her skin silky soft beneath my touch. I pull back, slowly, wanting to give her body as much time as possible to get used to my invasion. My breathing grows ragged as I try to control myself.
“You’re not listening,” Ginger barks. “Do it hard. Don’t make me come over there and show you how it’s done.”
Camile looks over her shoulder at me again, her dark eyes glistening, her eyelashes clinging together with tears. “Just do it, Rook. I’ll be all right.”
“No.” I won’t hurt her. I won’t.
“I’ve had enough of this nicey-nicey shit.” Ginger snickers. “Give me a packet of that lube.”
What the fuck is he doing? I go rigid and hold still inside Camile. I pray he’s not planning to take my place. But I don’t hear the rasp of his zipper.
He moves up right behind me. I’m conscious of the fact I’m naked with a man holding a gun at my back, and while I want to focus all my attention on Camile and making sure she’s okay, it’s kind of hard to focus.
I glance over my shoulder to find him dripping lube over the muzzle of the gun.
My brain goes into panic, though my cock is still rock hard.
My first thought is of Camile, and where he’s planning on putting that gun, but he doesn’t move from behind me.
“I said fuck her harder.”
The cold metal of the barrel presses between my ass cheeks, and I suddenly know exactly where he’s going to put the gun!
I freeze and brace, then pain tears through me as the muzzle buries itself in my asshole.
I grunt, my breath trapped in my lungs. It’s painful, because he just rammed the thing in me, the bastard.
But it’s not the first time I’ve had something up my ass, and I don’t mind a bit of ass play, so I’m not exactly a virgin at this stuff.
As I get used to it, the stretched feeling only serves to make my dick harder, despite how insanely fucked up this is.
Camile glances over her shoulder at me, her eyes wild, her cheeks flushed. “What’s going on?”
Ginger chuckles. “Your boyfriend is getting to experience what it’s like to be fucked in the ass.”
“What?” she exclaims.
“It’s a gun,” I tell her, breathless. “He’s put his gun there.”
She whimpers. “Oh, God.”
Ginger is clearly enjoying himself. He pushes a little deeper, pain spiking through me, though I know he’s barely breached my ring.
Maybe I’m getting off lightly. This is giving a whole other meaning to ‘just the tip.’ For some reason, my thoughts go to that damn hazing, and I should be grateful for it because, hell, maybe it prepared me for this shit and helped me be less freaked out.
He laughs to himself again. “Is the safety off? Is my finger on the trigger? Who knows. We’re having fun, aren’t we?”
And… suddenly my whole belief that I can deal collapses.
Those words give me a sudden, all too visceral image of what might happen if the safety isn’t on, and he pulls that trigger.
Utter, ice-cold terror grips me, and I feel my cock start to soften.
Oh, God, no, no, no. He’ll take her if I don’t do this.
He pushes the gun deeper, forcing my hips forward. “You get the idea. The more you fuck her, the less of this gun you’re going to have in your ass.”
I’m like a puppet with a stick up its ass, only my stick is a lethal weapon, and the puppet master is a sick fuck.
Ginger is controlling my movements now, and it’s like he’s fucking us both, using the gun on me and my cock on her. I have no choice but to try to match his rhythm to avoid the barrel driving deeper and causing God only knows what damage.
I squeeze my eyes shut and ram into Camile, hoping that because I’m no longer rock hard, it won’t be as painful.
Will she ever be able to look me in the eye again?
I bet this will ruin everything between us forever, but if it means she won’t be raped by these men, I’ll take that.
If it means she can be with the others and be happy, then I’ll take that.
Still, the guilt hits hard as I fuck her.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.