Cock Blocker (BRRMC Roadhouse Tales 3)

Holding it up, he presses his thumb on the blade, snapping it like a twig.

I glance around looking for Marcie. The moment I glance up and I see her my chest seizes, my heart skipping several beats. He’s got her balancing on a log with a noose around her neck. Tears are streaming down her face. The blood is still dried to her chest.

“You gave me your word. Let her go and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Now what’d be the fun in that. I like it when you fight back. Makes me hard.” He grabs his dick over his jeans and gives it a shake. “Get undressed.”

“Why?” I look around for a weapon, but there is nothing within reach. Why didn’t I think this through better? If I had told Jagger what was happening, he wouldn’t have allowed me to come but maybe he would have had a better plan. So stupid.

“Because I want to see your tits. That’s why.” He grabs hold of my shirt at the collar, jerking it open, buttons popping off.

“You’re sick.”

“Hurry up. I want to see how you look side by side hanging like my pretty little pets.”

I’m trying to go slow to buy time. My brain isn’t churning out any ideas that will solve anything. My skin crawls but I do what he wants. I remove my shirt, kick my shoes off, and slide my pants down my legs.

“Up you go on the platform. Next to Marcie the fat cunt.”

I shouldn’t have trusted Choke to keep his word. He played me and I let him. Now both Marcie and I are fucked.

He grabs my arm, fingers digging into my skin with bruising force, and jerks me forward roughly. “I said get up on the platform.”

With not much choice I do as I’m told. I stand next to where Marcie is. Her tiptoes are barely grazing the log under her feet. If she moves much more the woman will hang. Bile churns in my stomach.

Choke loops rope around my neck. “The name of the game is balance. First to give in…well you can figure out that part for yourself.” He licks my cheek and tugs the noose tighter. “Such a shame. We could’ve had so much fun together.” He moves away from me and yanks on the end of the rope, forcing me to go up on the end of the log he picked for me. It rolls slightly and the rope tugs at my neck.

“Better find your footing.” Choke laughs.

He stands to the side of us stroking himself over his jeans. “Shoulda made you gag on my cock before I put you up there but once you’re both dead I’m gonna enjoy fucking your corpses while Jagger is forced to watch.”

Unzipping his jeans, the bastard frees himself. I look away toward Marcie. I can see the exhaustion wearing on her face. “Hey,” I whisper, hoping that Choke is too caught up in his own sick pleasure to pay attention to what I’m saying. “I’m so sorry, you were caught up in this. I know your brother and Gus.” Her head snaps up at the mention of her son. “I teach him at school. Well only for a few days, but we’re going to get out of this somehow. Your brother will come for us. I know he will.”

I only hope he finds us in time.

“You gotta stay strong for Gus.”

“You met Gus?”

“Yeah. He’s a great kid. He loves you so much. All he talks about in school is you.”

“No. I’m a bad mom. A bad wife. I just want Denny back. I want my husband.” Something shifts in her eyes that I can’t explain.

I glance back to Choke wondering if he saw it too, but his gaze is focused on his dick as he pumps faster, grunting. Lines etched on his forehead he’s determined to get off. Bile lurches in my throat.

“Tell my son…tell him I’ll always love him.” Marcie pushes down on the log with her feet then kicks it out from under her. Her body drops slightly and the rope jerks against her neck.

“Noooo,” I cry out, watching helplessly as her eyes bulge out like they are going to pop out of the sockets. Her hands fly to her neck, tugging at the rope as her legs kick, piss streaming down her thighs. “Get her down, you rat bastard.”

“Oh fuck, yeah.” He grins, his release jetting out on his hand, and I can’t stop the vomit from spewing between my lips and running down my chest. Tears burn in the back of my eyes as I struggle to keep my toes pushed down on the log.

Choke tucks his dick back in his jeans. The roar of motorcycles thunders down the driveway. “Now the party is really getting started.”

Boom. The barn door swings open with a loud thud. Jagger charges in along with several Black Rebel Riders’ club members at his back.

Choke kicks the log out from under me right as a shot rings out catching him in the thigh. The rope bites into my neck as my body swings freely. I claw at the rope doing everything I can to get my fingers between it and my skin.

Breathing becomes harder and I feel my eyes going big like Marcie’s did. Dots dance before my eyes and all I can think is I did this all for nothing. Marcie died anyway and now so will I.