“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.”
