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The air stills in my lungs. He’s not, he can’t be talking about…sex. Can he?
I swallow hard, thinking about his words. I don’t want to tell him anything, and I won’t. I grit my teeth as his free hand starts roaming over my body once again. His fingers glide over my skin, and I try to wiggle out of his hold. He snickers under his breath at my feeble attempt and instead cups one of my breasts.
His body vibrates with anger, and maybe lust, as he finds my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt. Using his thumb and index finger, he pinches it, rolling the beaded tip. I try to jerk away from his touch, but there is nowhere to go. I’m helpless and at the mercy of this evil man’s touch.
He continues to pluck at my nipple and to my utter shock, the pain comes with an unfamiliar pleasure. My core tightens, and fire fills my belly while shame overcomes me.
How could I possibly feel any kind of pleasure from this?
I watch him closely while he keeps working my nipple. I don’t want to close my eyes again, but when he moves on to the other side, giving my other nipple equal attention, I can’t help it. My eyes flutter closed and something that sounds more like a moan than a cry for help escapes my lips.
Trey starts laughing and removes his hand from my breast. “Of course this turns you on, I bet you would love it if I gave in and fucked you right here. Right on your daddy’s pristine floor. How would he feel knowing that my brothers and I took from you just like he did from us?”
“No!” I scream, fear overtaking whatever emotions I was feeling a moment ago. I don’t want this. I don’t want him. I thrash against the cold floor, wishing I could be anywhere else but here. I should’ve gone with my father. Why did I have to be so stupid?
“No?” The amusing tone of his voice makes me want to punch him.
“So you’re saying if I slide my hand down between your legs right now, I won’t find your pussy wet? I wouldn’t find your cunt begging for my cock?” At his words, I press my thighs together, not wanting him to touch me there. Especially because I know he is right. I felt the gush of moisture between my legs when he started touching my breasts, rolling my hardened nipple between his fingers. My traitorous body is enjoying this without my permission and it’s making me sick to my stomach.
Tears sting my eyes once more. “I don’t want this. Please…I don’t…” My lips tremble and I peer up into his eyes.
“Maybe in here you don’t.” He taps a finger to my forehead. “But your body sure as fuck does.” I shake my head, letting the tears fall from my eyes. No amount of begging or pleading is going to change what’s about to come. I might as well stomach it, and attempt to survive, right?
Footsteps echo down the hall, and I know the other men are coming back. Oh god… there’s going to be three of them now, instead of one. They’ll overpower me in an instant, taking whatever they want from me.
There is real fear filtering through my body, and yet a zing of confusing pleasure at the thought of having these three criminals touch me.
“What the fuck are you doing? She needs to be tied up,” one of the other men hisses, anger seeping from his eyes.
“Just having a little fun…I wanted to get a taste of what’s to come, but she’s playing hard to get, even though I know she wants it.”
The man rolls his eyes. “Let’s go, we can fuck with her when we get back to the house. We’re already over on time here.”
In an instant, Trey moves off of me, pulling me up by my arms so I’m standing. The other two men come up to us, one of them grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. It takes me a moment to realize what he is tying me up with. The plastic cuts into my skin right after I hear the zipping noise of a cable tie being fastened.
As soon as my hands are tightly secured behind my back, all three men start walking toward the back door. Trey grabs one of my arms, while the guy who just tied me up grabs the other. As if that’s really needed. I doubt I could escape one of them let alone three. They pull me through the hallway, my feet barely able to keep up with their fast pace, and huge steps.
My eyes are trained on the third guy walking in front of us. All three of them are well over six feet tall and muscled like an ox, but he might be the biggest one. Even though he’s wearing a long sleeve black shirt, I can see his well-defined muscles move beneath the fabric. He stops at the back door and turns his head to glance over his broad shoulders.
