Twelve of Roses

“Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked no one in particular, running his nose up the side of my neck.

“She looks better than the last one,” Justin agreed, bringing a beer bottle to his mouth.

“The last one?” I asked.

“Well, you’re not the first. As a matter of fact, you’re my last. Remember what I told you last night?” Con asked, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“I don’t understand. Why me?” I looked around, willing one of them to answer my question.

“We’ll get to that a little later. First, we’re going to entertain our guest,” he whispered in my ear, gently nibbling on the lower lobe and reaching around me to slide his beer bottle between my legs.

My breath hitched as he pressed the hard, glass rim against my pussy. Slick condensation rubbed off on my thighs.

“Spread your legs, Rosie,” he murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“No, please don’t make me do this,” I whispered.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I’ll just bend your friend over and shove this bottle up his ass. Does that sound like a fair exchange?”

“You move, and she’s going to slice you open,” Justin warned when Wes made a sound in his throat.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Is that yes, or a no?” he asked, ignoring me. Shutting my eyes, I stood up and pulled his boxers down. Con hummed his approval and began pulling the shirt up to expose everything.

“Con, please,” I tried again as he pulled me back down on his lap, spreading my legs.

“You know, when you beg, my dick gets hard. When you cry, I get a little harder. And when you scream, I almost forget myself and say fuck all logic.” He ended his rant on a hiss, pushing the rim of the bottle into me.

There was no wetness to greet it. The solid, thick rim forcibly stretched my hole. As he continued to ease the bottle in, my body tried to force the hard, foreign object out. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get in the mindset of accepting what he was doing.

My legs reflexively tried to close, making it hurt more. I sank my teeth down into my lower lip, splitting it open. A choked sob rattled in my chest.

“If you don’t want anyone to get hurt, you’ll spread them open nice and wide, so everyone gets to see the show.”

He braced his forearm across my chest to pin me in place and began sliding the bottle in and out of my pussy. The condensation on the glass did nothing to aid me. There was no flexibility or give in the glass. It was the layered rim that hurt the most, brushing against the dry walls of my pussy.

When he began to move the bottle in a circular motion, a pained moan involuntarily slipped out. My dignity and pride ruptured into a million little pieces.

“Leave her alone,” Molly sobbed, burying her face in her hands.

“Don’t cry, Molly. Rosie likes being my whore,” Con soothed, pushing the beer bottle in so far I screamed and jerked off his lap. I landed face-first in the dirt, my vision obscured from tears. Con stood up and brought the bottle back to his mouth, downing the remaining beer with exaggerated gulps.

I had never felt so low in my life. I wanted to crawl into the flames and die—I’d let them take me straight to hell if that’s what I deserved.

“You still wanna hang out with my girl, Wes?” Con asked.

The sound of his zipper going down had my mind going into a void, switching off to save me from whatever he planned to do next.

“She’s just a friend, man. I didn’t even know she was with you. I swear. It’s not like that” Wes’ voice cracked.

“Then why did you feel the need to further explain that you aren’t interested? Most people don’t do that with someone they’re just friends with, Wes,” Justin pointed out.

“Good point,” Con agreed.

“What do you want from me?” Wes begged.

“I want you to sit there and watch as Rosie sucks my dick,” Con explained.

“No,” I moaned from my position on the ground, repeatedly.

“If you do this, I’ll let him go,” Con coaxed.

“But you said—” Vicky began.

“Shut up,” he snapped at her. “Rose?”

He could be full of shit, but I had to at least try and free Wes. Molly too. A tiny flare of hope blossomed in my chest.

Pushing myself off the ground, I scooted to where Con stood, gritting my teeth as I went. Everything hurt.

Con brought my face level with the zipper of his jeans, and pain radiated from between my legs. I kneeled at his feet and peered up at him, knowing I was a filthy mess. That didn’t stop him from pulling his hard dick out and rubbing it across my lips. It took all the willpower I possessed to open my mouth and let him in.