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Jessa
With every passing moment,I’m more confused as to why I’m still here. They should have figured out by now that this whole thing was a mistake. My dad must have gotten their message and responded to it by now, so why am I still here? The uncertainty is worse than the actual fear of getting hurt. I have nothing to prepare me for what is to come, all I know is that these men aren’t to be messed with and that they will hurt me if they have to.
I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting in this cell since I have no way of knowing what time it is with no windows. The same dim light coming from the ceiling fills the room every second of the day, making it almost impossible to sleep. I nibble on the sandwich and drink some of the water, but I don’t want to eat or drink too much, not without knowing when my next chance to go to the bathroom will be.
Parts of me hope I don’t have to spend the night in this cell. The room is dirty and nasty, and not to mention it gives me the creeps. I can’t believe I’m even thinking this, especially since they’re the enemies in all of this, but I really want to sleep in bed with Trey and Wes again. It felt good, and I felt safe, which is ridiculous to say or even think since they kidnapped me, and have threatened me in a number of ways.
But that’s the thing… they’ve threatened, that’s all they did. They didn’t actually hurt me, not really. I thought they would rape and beat me but there isn’t a single scratch on me, and my virginity is still very much intact.
They did touch me, but their touch was gentle this morning and brought me unbelievable pleasure. I have this nagging feeling they were only rough on camera to keep me scared and to make my father bend to their will. Even after what Wes told me this morning, I don’t think they actually want to hurt me. I might be naive in my thinking, but I can’t help how I feel and right now I feel that they won’t injure me. Their actions don’t line up with their words.
Those feelings evaporate when the door opens, and Wes appears in the doorway. I bite the inside of my cheek, my stomach clenching, heat filling my nether region. I don’t understand my reaction to his presence, to any of the men. I stare up at him. His face is void of all emotion just as Declan’s is constantly. I don’t know how they do it, but somehow they’re able to shut off their emotions. Must be a family trait because when Trey comes into view directly behind Wes, he looks the same and a shiver runs down my spine at the sight of both of them looking at me with not a sliver of emotion in their eyes.
And without a doubt, I know that even if they don’t want to hurt me, they’re still going to. Trey steps into the room and close to me. His hands reach down for me. I blink slowly, thinking he is going to pull me to my feet, but instead he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and over my head, leaving me completely naked, completely exposed. I shiver as the cold air hits my bare skin.
I’m barely registering what’s happening when he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into a standing position. My knees wobble, fear zinging through me. They’ve both seen me naked, so I don’t even bother trying to cover up, but I still don’t like being so exposed. It makes me feel cheap, used, and I’m certain that’s the point, for them to remind me that I’m nothing more than a means to an end. I’m young and naïve, but I’m not stupid.
Neither of them says anything, and instead they each grab one of my arms, their warm hands wrapping around my slim limbs. They walk me back toward the room with the camera in it, each step seems to echo louder around me. I want to be brave, I don’t want to be weak and beg, but the moment we step into that room, my fear overtakes me, and I find myself fighting against their grasp.
“Please, don’t do this,” I whimper, trying to dig my heels into the floor. Again, I’m met with nothing but silence. Instead of fighting me, they just pick me up like I weigh nothing and deposit me on the bed.
Declan is already waiting, standing next to the bed, his face nothing more than the permanent mask he always wears. I peer up into his eyes and see nothing, and I wonder if he has a heart, if any of these men have a heart. Wes takes his spot on the other side of the bed, leaving me with no escape. I mean, I guess I could try and escape, but it would do me no good. Trey does something to the camera and the red light lights up, letting me know we are filming.
“Time is up, old man. We have been more than patient with you. Maybe you think we are bluffing, that we aren’t fucking serious, so we’re going to show you how serious we are,” Wes’s lip curls into a snarl before he lifts his chin to Trey.
Declan makes a grab for my arms and pulls me off the bed while Trey moves the camera to where we’re standing at the foot of the bed. I want to say something, beg them not to hurt me, but fear is strangling me, robbing me of the ability to speak. I can barely breathe, and tears prick at my eyes. But I refuse to give them the satisfaction of begging, or crying on camera again. I might have done so yesterday, but I won’t today.
I glance over to Wes and Trey giving them one last pleading look, but they are stone-faced, their eyes cold. Declan’s large hands land on my shoulders and before I realize it, I’m being pushed roughly down to my knees. I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out knowing that my knees are about to hit the hard floor, probably crushing bones with the force of his hands. Except nothing happens. My knees never hit the hard, cold floor, instead they land on a pillow.
When I blink my eyes open once more, I find Declan gazing down at me. He pulls my right arm up and ties it to the side of the bed, while Wes does the same with my left. Again, I want to fight them, but what’s the point? They’ll just hurt me more, make me cry, and prove further that they hold all the power.
When they are done, Declan moves to stand directly in front of me. His crotch is at the same height as my face, and with my arms fastened to the bed, I know exactly what he is about to do. I know even before he starts to undo his pants and takes out his fully erect member.
My stomach clenches, but only partly in fear. I can’t help thinking about the shower this morning and how good it felt to pleasure him. But one fleeting look tells me this experience might not be as pleasurable as the one earlier. At least not for me.
My chest is heaving, my breasts bare and jutted out in front of me. Declan pinches my chin and tilts my face up forcing me to look at him.
“If you bite me, I’ll personally pull out all your teeth. Got it?”
I nod ferociously. I had no intention of biting him, but now I’m going to make an extra effort to keep my teeth away from his skin.
“Now be a good little whore and open your mouth so I can fuck your face.” He releases my chin and I open my mouth, my bottom lip quivering as he pushes the smooth head of his cock between my lips. He slides over my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag.
Tears well in my eyes, and I try to remember what he said earlier, that I should swallow with each stroke. But this is different, harder, and when he starts to really thrust into my mouth, I find it harder to breathe, to swallow, to do anything but let him use my mouth as though I know he would use my pussy. And shockingly I can feel the wetness between my thighs pool and the familiar tingle of pleasure in my lower belly mount.
Pleasure consumes me and all I can think about is his cock filling my pussy like he is filling my mouth. I imagine how he made me come with his finger this morning, how amazing it felt to come apart at his touch. For once he wasn’t cold, wasn’t as heartless as he normally is.
Seconds tick by and his thrusts grow wilder. Soon he’s thrusting into my mouth relentlessly, to the point of suffocation. Panic grips me, and I gaze up at him, willing him to stop. I grip onto the restraints and try my best to focus on my breathing. I can feel drool slipping out the side of my mouth and down my chin. But I ignore it, it’s nothing. I continue to stare up at him, pleasure overtaking his features as his cock hits the back of my throat, and a muffled gag slips past my lips.
I feel his hand cradle the side of my head and the touch is comforting and soothing all at once. It instantly calms me down and lets me concentrate on the throbbing between my legs. My wetness is dripping down my inner thighs as I feel his cock growing larger inside my mouth.
With a loud growl he flexes his hips and with one final thrust into me he stills and his warm and salty cum fills my mouth. He drags his thick member over my tongue slowly until his head is right between my lips. Cum and drool dribbling down my chin.
“Suck it clean like the dirty fucking slut you are, and swallow every last drop or else I’ll belt your ass,” he orders and I close my lips around the velvety smooth head and suck. His crude words only adding to the throbbing wetness between my legs.
“We are going to leave your daughter tied up to the bed like this until we hear from you. We’ll take turns using her mouth tonight, then we’ll move to her pussy in the morning and finally to her ass by the afternoon. If you’re lucky, she might be recognizable by the time we get done with her,” Wes says into the camera before Trey turns it off.
