I could hear them murmur how much they loved me as their cocks sank into my body.
The pounding sensation at the front of my head pulled me from my dreams. I turned my head to the side and licked my chapped lips. My mouth was dry, and my throat was sore. My neck was throbbing, and my vision was blurry. I tried to move my arms and legs but I couldn’t. Whatever I was sitting on, I was tied to it.
They were making sure I couldn’t go anywhere this time.
“You’re a fun one to catch,” the voice said.
The voice I heard behind me before I passed out.
“I’m always up for a little fun,” I said breathlessly.
“So, I’ve heard. Rumor has it you’re fucking all the Grove brothers. Is that true? Do you have enough pussy for the five of them?” he asked.
“You’ll never know,” I said.
I knew my tough facade was crumbling. My hands were already falling asleep, and I didn’t have the strength to rip the duct tape from my skin. I couldn’t see straight as it was. I could hardly take in the face of the man in front of me. I didn’t recognize him, but I did recognize his leather jacket. There was only one fucking crew who wore those ugly red things.
The Devil Hogs.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Just what we’re owed,” the man said.
“The only thing you’re owed is my fist up your ass,” I said.
“So feisty. I can see why the boys like you,” he said.
“Don’t you dare talk about them like you know them,” I said.
“And protective, too. How sweet. See? I told you guys she was in love with them.”
“I’m not in love with anyone.”
“Then maybe you are more like your mother than you realize.”
“What the fuck do you know about my mother?” I asked.
“I know she’s got a tight pussy, and a mole on her left ass cheek she should get checked out. I know her right tit is bigger than her left and that she mewls like a whimpering kitten when I lick her toes just right. She’s a freak in the bed, that mother of yours. But do you want to know what else I know?”
I felt bile rising to the top of my throat. Because I knew exactly what he was about to say.
“I know she talks a lot when she’s drunk.”
“You son of a bitch. Where’s my mother?” I asked.
“Don’t worry. Her
alcoholic ass is probably at home snoring up a storm. That woman can saw some trees in her sleep, let me tell you.”
There were chuckles around, and I realized that he wasn’t the only one here. I jumped at the sound, and it they laughed, taking pleasure in the pain and fear I was experiencing. I wished the guys were here. If they were here none of this would be happening. Every single one of these assholes would be on the floor, and I would be free.
“She’s not a fan of your business dream, your mother,” the man said.
“And what is it that my mother calls you when she talks shit about me?” I asked.
“You think I’m that stupid?” he asked.
“Yes. I do.”