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I gasped when I saw the stripper pole in the center of the stage and how each girl was forced to dance for the rowdy crowd of bikers while they groped and pawed at the ones too scared to move. Clothes were ripped off. Some of them ended up naked, trying to shield their bodies. It didn’t help.
I saw a girl picked up and slung over a biker’s shoulder. He was one of the biggest in the room. Nobody said a word as he marched her toward an empty table in a corner, put her on her back, spread her legs wide, and unzipped his pants. She wailed as he rammed his cock inside her, brutally taking what he wanted with his bare ass toward the wall, thrusting hard and fast as he watched for anyone to stop him.
Not a soul intervened.
A few others decided the wait was too much and grabbed girls, intent on slating their lust, when a gun fired toward the ceiling. Plaster fell to the floor as the metal music shut off.
The girls were released and shoved toward the stage. I shuddered, relieved this would stop.
Angel lifted his lip in a snarl. “You want to fuck, you pay for it. These girls aren’t club whores. They’re my fucking merchandise.” He turned to the big biker still stroking in and out of the girl in the corner. “You. Five thousand. I want to be paid as soon as you finish.”
The biker nodded, grunting as he came, pumping a few more times before he pulled out, picked up the girl, and flipped her onto her stomach. His dick was still hard as he entered her again, grabbing her hips as he fucked her in front of the room.
Horror and terror equally seized my body as I joined the line and took the last spot.They’re raping these women and not even fazed by it. Oh, God.
I was wrong. This wasn’t ending. Each girl would be subjected to barbaric acts as soon as she was bought and paid for. Nausea churned in my stomach, and I had to force myself not to puke.Slash. Help me.
The noise had been defeaning in the room before now, but it was quiet except for the slapping of flesh. The big biker didn’t seem to run out of stamina. I heard him grunting and smacking the girl’s ass, rutting into her as he told her how tight her cunt was and how he would take her ass next.
My head felt fuzzy, and I forced myself to stop listening to what happened to the poor girl. I couldn’t help her. Fear kept me imprisoned in the spot where I stood. Drawing attention to myself would only give me a similar experience.
There had to be fifty men in this room, clearly set up for unsavory business like this auction. They called out obscene names and sexual acts, getting off on terrorizing and embarrassing each of us. Their lecherous gazes dissected every woman, falling on me as I was the last to step on the stage.
Over the last few minutes, anger and disgust had taken over my fear. I was pissed, ready to fight to the death.
None of these assholes would take me into a corner and use me like that. No fucking way.
I had tuned out the auctions up until now, probably to keep my mind from splintering or the horror to reduce me to a crying mess on the ground, begging for mercy from men who didn’t understand or care about the definition.
The stripper pole had been forgotten as I walked beyond it to the side, refusing to stand near it, but I didn’t have time to feel glad or relieved. Rage for the way we’d all been manhandled since we walked into this room consumed me. I lifted my chin, facing the men in the crowd with defiance. My hands fisted at my sides, and I could tell they knew I wouldn’t accept any of them without a bloody fight.
Some of the bikers laughed, some whistled or grinned, and a few pushed their way to the stage to get a better look at me.
Angel stood beside me, lifting a strand of my hair. “Red highlights, but below, she’s a natural brunette.”
The asshole didn’t know. What a liar.
“You sample her yet?” One of the bikers shouted from the back of the group.
Angel smirked. “Not yet.”
Laughter erupted, followed by more questions.
“Is she a virgin?”
“Has she worked the stage before?”
“How much to share her with Scourge?”
A grunt came from the corner. “I’ll share this one. She’s getting stretched out all night. Whoever wants her next, it’s a hundred for thirty minutes.”
Jesus. They talked about pimping her out like she wasn’t a person, just an object.
“I’ll take you up on it,” one of them announced, leaving the crowd to slap money in Scourge’s hand.
Scourge pulled out of the girl as she stared at the wall. No expression. No reaction.Oh, please, God. Help her.
The new biker took his place, stroking himself a few times before he entered her, thrusting hard as her body rocked against the table.
