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Eyes wide, I freeze.
“Good girl.”
Tank’s hands cover my breasts, and he tweaks both nipples with his thumbs, causing them to pebble.
“You’re beautiful.”
Swallowing back the bile that has crawled up my throat, I shake my head.
Tank bends and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. The roughness of his beard scratches me as he sucks and flicks his tongue where no man has gone before. A whimper escapes me, and Tanks stops to look in my eyes.
“I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you. Your mother could have asked me for anything, and I would have given it to her.”
He kisses the other nipple, then continues further down, and licks between my folds. I try to snap my legs shut, but his hands hold me open. His tongue enters me, and I close my eyes tight.
“Do you like that?”
“No.” My voice sounds firmer than I feel.
Tank sucks on my clit, then swirls his tongue over it. “What about that?”
“No!”
Tank gets off the bed and goes back to the dresser, he pulls out a tube and squirts it over his cock.
“I tried to make it good for you.” He drops the tube back into the drawer and comes back to the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Tank positions himself back between my legs, his cock is in one of his hands and he strokes it up and down then leans over me, and places it at my entrance.
“I’m sorry.”
Eyes wide, I frown at him.
Tank looks down then pushes himself inside me. It burns and the pain is horrible.
“I’m going to try and go slow.” He pulls back out. “But I’ve always wanted to fuck a virgin.” Tank pushes back inside of me and I whimper. “Might go easier on you if you bend your knees and open wider.”
Crying at this violation, I do as he says. Tank thrusts back into me. Then he does it again and again and again. I’m crying, sobbing, as I pull against my restraints.
“So, fucking tight.”
Tank kisses my neck as he bucks into me. He’s an animal, grunting and groaning, his weight on top of me feels suffocating. When at last he’s done, Tank rolls off me and looks down at himself. Blood coats his condom.
“Next time will be better.”
With his back to me, he goes into the bathroom, and I hear the shower being turned on. As best I can, I curl into a ball and scream into the pillow. Tears soak through as I sob uncontrollably.
I hate my mother.
I hate Tank.
I hate this fucking clubhouse.
The shower stops and Tank comes back into the room. He undoes one restraint and then the other before picking me up and carrying me into the bathroom.
“Do you think you can stand?” Numbly, I nod. Tank puts me on my feet and picks up a wet face washer. “Open your legs.”
Closing my eyes as tears stream down my cheeks, I do as he says. Gently, he places the face washer on my pussy and wipes. My sobs get louder, but he doesn’t stop. Tank once again picks me up and then puts me in the bathtub. He also gets in and sits down.
