Chapter 22

You couldn’t fight your demons, so you sent them here to torture me. - hy

Roxy

I don’t know if it’s been hours, or if it just feels like it has. I can’t count how many times the men in this room have been inside of me. With every minute that passed it felt like more men kept coming into the house, standing in line, waiting to fuck their Prez’s wife – something that I hadn’t wanted to be in such a long time, his fucking wife. What a joke it was.

Aimee stopped crying ages ago. I think after a point she realized it was no use, crying only encouraged them more.

“You’re going to fuck her now, or I’ll shoot you both. Pick. Do you want to die, or fuck her?” I hear Rage’s voice snarling at someone, who I do not know that is, until they face me.

Fang and Saber.

They both walk towards me. Fang shoves his cock into my mouth, down my throat, pulling on my hair to look at him as he does so. “Jesus, bro. Why do you look like you’re enjoying this?” Saber snaps lowly at him.

Fang shrugs, thrusting himself back and forth in my throat. “Don’t act like you haven’t wanted to fuck her. You have the biggest hard on for this one.”

“We aren’t fucking her, man. We’re raping her. Can’t you see that?”

“We’re making a choice. One where we both stay alive at the end of this. Man-up and shove your cock inside her before he puts a bullet in you.” I feel the pressure of Saber’s cock entering me at Fangs advice. He wasn’t wrong. In a fucked-up way, I did know that they had to rape me to stay alive. I highly doubt they would stay that way after this, though.

“Fuck,” Fang growls, I feel his cock throbbing as he slides it down my throat. His precum coating my taste buds.

Saber slams himself into me, grabbing onto my hips and pounds himself again and again against me. I can hear the slapping of our skin echoing through the room. “Dammit,” I hear him huff, he snakes his hand under my legs, rubbing my clit harshly, continuing to fuck me hard.

I try to move out of his grasp, wiggling my hips as much as I can, given the restraint. It’s no use, I can’t fucking move, even if I wanted to.

All night I’ve been able to keep myself from coming. I do not get pleasure out of this. This isn’t what I want – I don’t want to be shared against ten men, or more than that. I have my relationship with Vince, even with Aimee, Dracus, and Bolt too. I belong to no one besides them – no one.

As much as I try, my body betrays me. I thrash against him, pussy convulsing around his cock. His moans turn to grunts, feeling himself come inside of me. Fang shoots his load down my throat, shoving his cock as far into me as possible.

When they pull themselves from me, my head falls against the stone, not able to hold myself up. I don’t know whether it is the shame in what tonight has brought me, or in the way my body has just betrayed me.

I doze off, being awoken by Rage’s hand on my throat, I realize I am no longer against the stone. Glancing from left to right I see that I am hanging beside Aimee, both of our arms are zip tied to the coat hanger on the wall. I’d be able to get myself out of this mess, but I can’t. We’re tied so much that there is no unlooping us from this.

Dammit!

She looks to me, face black… when it wasn’t like that earlier. They hit her, over and over… I glance down her body and see the bruising in other parts, over her stomach, legs… god dammit…

He shoves his hand inside of Aimee, she screams, trying to get away, but there is no use. She cries, over and over, jolting against his touch. “Stop, please stop!” she begs.

The second she begs, he slams himself inside of me, and I don’t make a peep, becoming a silent lamb. It’s better this way – if I don’t speak, if I don’t react. Let him fuck me. Let him cum inside, then let him leave… if he even does.

“Stop, stop!” Aimee begs over and over, the ring free from her mouth, I look at her, trying to show her with my eyes that no matter how much she begs he won’t. He’s not capable of feeling compassion for another human. There is no stopping what will come, no matter how much she wants it to.

“Oh? You want my cock instead of my hand?” Rage withdrawals himself from me, shoving himself into Aimee’s pussy, still keeping his hand inside of her and pulling it out slowly. I see the semen and blood that coats his hand, and the smirk he wears as he shoves his hand back in her.

“No, no, no!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he sneers, slamming her body against the wall in front of us as he goes to town, pumping in and out of her quickly until he pulls her hand from her and keeps himself buried inside. He came. It’s his signature move. He moves himself slowly, in and out, pumping into her more and more.

“You’ll get more too, baby. Both of you will.” He withdrawals from her, sliding himself back into me. I close my eyes, not wanting to think about any of this, how this is all my fault… how I brought this not only onto me, but to her as well.

The only person to blame here today, is me.

He does the same to me, pumping faster and faster, savagely inside of me. He wants to make sure I hurt, and I do. Breathing becomes rapid, air hot and heavy on the back of my neck until he stills inside of me. I can feel him convulsing, his sperm shooting through my insides.

“Prez! We gotta go!” I hear someone shout, Rage grabs both Aimee and I by the back of our hair, pulling us towards his face.

“I had plans on taking you both back to the club, making you my personal birthers, giving me all the sons and daughters, I could want. Now… I don’t have the time to get you ready and take you home… all is well though, I’ll just make sure you stay warm and cozy.” Rage takes the metal ring from my mouth and throws it on the floor, as he tucks himself back into his jeans he pulls out a zippo lighter, and then his flask. I watch as he pours whiskey onto the floor below us, then drops his zippo.

“Like I said, you’ll both be warm and cozy.” He cackles, running out the front door.

No matter what… Aimee and I are going to die tonight.