Chapter Thirten
Sadie
I wake up in a fog, slowly peeling my eyes open.
I gasp and sit up when I see I am lying naked on a bed.
I feel an unmistakable wetness between my legs at the same time I see Paul and Leo sitting on a couch across the room, talking quietly to each other while smiling in my direction.
I fight the bile that rises in my throat when I realize that one or both of them raped me when I was passed out.
I know exactly where I am. This place is right out of my fucking nightmares.
Every bad thing that’s ever happened to me has happened in this cabin.
I am sitting on a dingy mattress fitted on an old wood-framed bed.
When Paul and Leo stand, I scoot myself to the other side of the bed.
It’s not until they are most of the way to me that I curse myself for not just getting up and running.
I am so groggy from them knocking me out repeatedly.
Every time I’d come to, he would do it again and again.
“Nice to see you awake, although it’s fun to play with you in your sleep,” Paul says as he walks around the bed to stand beside me. Leo is on my other side. I pull my knees to my chest and drop my head to rest on my knees.
“I see now why Lance, Mason, and Dean are fucking feral over you,” Leo says. I have nothing to say that won’t make the situation worse. Even if I wanted to say something, I don’t think I am capable of producing the words right now.
“Scared, Bunny?” Paul says as he lifts my chin to look at him.
I am internally screaming at myself to do something.
Anything. I want to shove his hand away and run out of this cabin, but I can’t make my body respond.
Tears slip down my cheeks when he cups my cheek and tips my head back more.
“Awe. You know how much I dislike your tears, Sadie. Do you remember my rules?”
“Yes,” I whisper. His rules were simple, but strict. No crying, saying no, or fighting, and respond to everything with “yes, sir.”
“Yes, what?” he says sternly.
“Go fuck yourself. I’m not calling you sir,” I say.
He grips my chin in his hand until I cry out in pain before grabbing my ankle and yanking me down on the bed.
He shoves me back, and Leo pins my arms above my head with one hand right away.
His other hand squeezes my breast before pinching and flicking my nipples to make them hard.
He chuckles, and I flinch when he brings his mouth to my nipple and circles it with his tongue before sucking.
He switches breasts to resume his unnerving method of assault.
I feel frozen in place, so I close my eyes and try to think of anything other than his mouth on me.
I think about how, for more than a decade, Leo has pretended to be my friend.
Did he know what Paul did to me at eleven?
Was he just an implant in my life so Paul could one day sneak his way in, or maybe it really was the leaked video that caught his attention?
That day in the parking lot was the first time I had seen him since I was a kid.
Maybe he decided then to get his apparent cousin to help him assault me.
What did they do to me while I was knocked out this last time? I don’t remember how I got in the cabin, so they probably did it when we got in here. The slick feeling I have between my legs is most definitely from coming. It’s a feeling that once you feel it, you never forget what it’s like.
“You know… In all the time you and I spent together… I never got to taste your pretty little pussy,” Paul says as he pushes my legs apart.
Sobs rack from my throat, but I can’t make myself move.
I’m fucking stuck. No matter how hard I try, I can’t convince my body to move.
I open my eyes to see him grab a bottle off a table nearby.
“Let’s turn her,” Leo says. Paul grins before they both move me to lie across the bed so that my head dangles off the bed slightly.
“I want to help you, Sadie,” Paul says as he opens the bottle. He spreads my lips and squirts some of the contents directly on my clit, and I feel it run down and collect with the fluids coming out of me. “I want to get rid of your demons.”
“You are a demon,” I whisper. Leo laughs and puts my hands together, like I’m praying, before taking something that looks like a ribbon and tying my hands together.
“The female orgasm is meant to allow a man to rid her of her demons,” Paul says as he pushes his fingers into me. “Every time she comes, another demon is released. And my sweet bunny… You have so many demons lurking in your body. I want to help you force them out.”
“Please don’t,” I whimper through my tears.
“Remember the first time you had an orgasm for me, Bunny?” he asks as he starts to rub my clit.
Whatever this lube is that he put on me is making me hyper-sensitive.
His touch instantly drags out a feeling that makes me nauseous.
It’s a warm pressure that starts in my belly.
It grows and grows until he gets what he wants.
A moan slips out of me, followed by more tears.
“Good girl, Sadie. You’ll thank me for this one day. ”
Paul hooks his arms around my thighs before licking me, letting his tongue slip between my lips to gingerly tease my clit.
My entire body shudders when he starts to fuck me with his tongue.
Leo forces my mouth open right as Paul drags his tongue across my clit.
A loud and ragged moan fills the room just before Leo pushes his dick down my throat.
Right away, he starts to fuck my throat insanely hard and fast.
Paul pushes two fingers into me and starts to assault me with his hand as he starts to suck on my clit.
I can’t stop the sobbing or the moaning, but it all sounds gargled around Leo’s dick in my mouth.
He isn’t letting up for a second as he assaults me.
I am desperately trying to keep my body from responding, but it won’t listen to me.
It won’t stop inching toward that release that it’s begging me for, but I am trying to deny it.
When the disgusting orgasm floods out of me, he sucks on me harder, making my entire body shake.
I nearly scream around the dick in my throat, and the feeling won’t fade.
I buck my hips involuntarily, my body giving into the steady stream of forced orgasms. Leo pulls out of my mouth without finishing and covers my mouth.
Paul doesn’t stop his torture as Leo talks on his phone.
I can’t focus on his words, but when I hear him mention Todd, I know he’s talking to one of the guys.
He’s playing things off like he hasn’t betrayed them or me.
Like he wasn’t just balls-deep in my throat, stealing his pleasure.
When he finally uncovers my mouth, I can’t take it anymore.
“Stop, stop, stop. Please stop,” I groan. “Stop it. Please.” I can’t stop any of my reactions. My body is desperately searching for a release, and it can’t find what it needs. My hips rock against his mouth as I continue to sob hysterically.
He finally unlatches from my clit but pushes three fingers inside of me. He comes up to meet my face as he rubs my clit with his thumb. He is nose-to-nose with me. “One more, Bunny. You’re doing so well.”
“Please,” I cry. He’s edging me now, and that’s more painful than forcing me to come.
“Say it, Bunny,” he smiles.
“Make it stop. Please make it stop,” I beg.
“Beg me, Sadie. Beg me, and I’ll let you come. Beg me, and I’ll make it stop.”
My entire body is on fire, and it hurts. It hurts so badly. I don’t want to feel this anymore. I fucking hate this. “Please.”
“Say it,” he growls.
“Make me come. Please, just make it stop. It hurts. Please, please make it stop.” I am so desperate to make it stop. I fucking hate myself for this, but I hate feeling like I’m being stabbed by a thousand needles. He finally lets it break, and I groan through gritted teeth.
He pulls away from me, and I am panting. My skin is covered in sweat from how tense I was for so long. My body aches from so many orgasms. I never thought an orgasm could be so painful.
If his goal was to break me, then he succeeded.
I feel completely detached from my body; a zombie that is simply existing.
My tears have stopped, and my eyes settle on nothingness as he pulls me up and into his lap.
I am hardly aware of him or really anything when he pulls me down on his chest and thrusts into me.
My mind easily wanders off. I find it interesting that my brain is suddenly pretending like none of this is happening.
We know it is, my brain and I, but it’s doing its best to shield me from it.
Nothing is processing, and the little bit that does feels like it’s happening to someone else.
I’m not the one getting raped. No. It’s someone else entirely, I just happen to be here.
I feel no sadness or anger. There is no pain or forced pleasure.
It’s nothingness. Even when I feel Leo slowly push into my ass and they start to alternate thrusts, I stay silent.
I don’t make a single noise as they take from me.
They are chipping away at my sanity, and it’s as though they take a piece of me every time they push into my body without my permission.
Soon they’re both grunting and groaning for what I think is the second or third time.
I am then discarded on the bed like a used-up toy.
I curl myself into the fetal position and bury my face.
I still don’t cry or scream out in anger.
I just lie here. Even though I’m dissociated, I still know what’s going on around me to a point.
I know Leo and Paul are still in the room.
I hear the door open and close before Paul walks over to me.
I don’t flinch like I did as a kid. I know it just makes him happy when I react like that.
“Do you have anything you’d like to say to me, Bunny?” Paul asks as he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back so he can see my face.
I could be a smartass, but I know that’s a bad idea. I remember he said I could thank him for that, so maybe he’s looking for something that says it’s consensual. Maybe if I play along, he will stop. Even if it backfires, it is no worse than what he would do to me anyway.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You are so welcome, Bunny,” he says as he leans down and kisses my forehead.
“Remember me when you are naked in bed with them. Think of me when they fill all your tight holes. Know that no matter what they do, I will always be the one who did it first and better. They will never be able to compete with me.” Paul moves away from me just as the door opens again.