summary -> you pay the price after Ransom crosses another mob boss.
MINORS DNI
warnings -> NONCON. NONCON. NONCON. (p in v, RAPE, unprepared reader, photos are taken). poorly written smut. blood (reader bleeds). slight degradation. pet names (sweets). in all honesty, this was shit, oops.
word count -> ~1.4
You clung onto the wall like a work of art as he admired you like so with a maniacal grin and a menacing glare from his glasses.
He took a step, and you shook a leaf. “So pretty.” His voice permeated through the silence, and the slight growl in his baritone voice did little to ease your nerves as it only proved that this being – this monster – who snuffed out the life of your two guards and swept you away to this horrid prison was no monster at all. He was a man with cruel intentions.
Another step.
“Do you know who I am, sweets?”
You responded with a stiff shake of your head. You didn’t want to let your captor know that his face was, indeed, familiar though you couldn’t quite place it – in fear that he’d take it as if he were just a forgettable face to you.
If he knew you were lying, he didn’t let on.
The man just nodded in contemplation as he stared at you through his spectacles. He took another step, invading your personal space. “So pretty,” he reached out and his ice-cold hand came up to your face. A freezing finger stroking your cheek softly as if he were afraid to damage you – the priceless work of art he just stole.
Unsure of why he repeated it, you let out a shaky breath, “th-thank you.”
“I can see why Drysdale keeps you locked up.”
Upon mention of Ransom, your brows furrowed, and you leaned away from the man. “Ran-Ransom?” You said aloud, your voice and your body trembling still. “Do-do you know him?”
The man nodded and grinned. His teeth baring at you like a predator does its prey. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, I know him.”
His tone alone told you that this man, who has now crowded you into the wall with little chance of escape, did not think of Ransom as fondly as you did. Had Ransom wronged him? How much danger were you really in?
“Sour little priss that boy of yours is,” the man continued. “Killed one of my men, saying I crossed his territory, can you believe that, sweets?” His hand slammed against the wall – mere inches away from your face. You flinched away, but he didn’t mind. “Told him Rogers was a good guy, even worked for his grandfather decades ago. Now, poof, he’s ashes and I gotta tell his wife, Sharon, that Ransom fucking Drysdale killed her husband.”
You were too afraid to interject. He had to have the wrong Ransom – Hugh, your Hugh – worked for Harlan’s publishing company. He wasn’t entangled with the mob – let alone a murderer.
“He took one of my good guys. And mob tradition is,” he grinned, “eye for an eye.”
“P-please d-don’t hurt me,” you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks, which sent blood flowing through his cock. “R-Ran wouldn’t have – “
“You ain’t know about all this, sweets?”
You shook your head. His tongue ran across the bottoms of his front teeth as he took you in – a beauty trembling against his body, pressed up against the wall.
Initially, yes, Robert Pronge did have the intention of killing you – sending you back in a body bag to Hugh Drysdale. But when he first saw you in the photos Jensen had taken from the Thrombey’s charity gala, he knew that killing such a pretty face would be a crime.
“How innocent,” he chuckled.
A strike against another mob family was not to be taken lightly – taking a mafioso’s best girl was grounds for a crime war. But Robert couldn’t help himself. You were just so damn gorgeous – he had to have you for himself.
“P-please don’t hurt me,” you repeated. Your knees buckled and Robert let you fall to the ground. He watched with fascination as your face planted into his slacks, tears staining the fabric. He couldn’t help his hand pressing you into his leg, sliding you over to his aching dick.
You wept as you tried to push yourself off the man, but his sheer strength kept your face pressed against his hardened cock. “An eye for an eye, gorgeous.”
You shrieked as his hand fisted your hair and pulled you to your feet. He shoved you forward onto the mattress on the floor you’ve inhabited for the past day and a half. You tried to crawl away with your head pounding from both your hair being pulled so hard and your incessant crying.
Robert grabbed your two ankles, forcing your body to lay flat against the mattress as he pinned you down with all his weight. You flailed your limbs in attempt to thwart him but to no avail.
Fabric was ripping all around you, but you didn’t know what it was until you felt his could hands against your bare hips. You cried out as he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you like the monster he truly was.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweets.” He said as his hands flew to the neckline of your blouse and ripped it down along with the front of your bra.
You were bared to him like a new toy on Christmas morning and he smirked down at you, eager to play.
In a last effort to fight back, your hands flew to his face, scratching like a wild animal. It lasted only a few moments until he grabbed both your wrists and pinned you down. His glasses had flown away, cracked against the concrete floor somewhere. His brow displayed a cut, a thin trickle of blood weeping from the broken skin.
His brows furrowed at you and he tsked. “Dumb bitch.”
You begged, “please, please don’t.”
Robert didn’t heed to your cries and pleas as he cuffed both your wrists into one large hand and undid his pants. He pushed them down along with his underwear to reveal his enormous, throbbing cock, the tip angry and glistening with pre-cum. Your hips began to shift, trying to buck him off, but his free hand pressed against your stomach, hard to keep you in place before he pumped his cock a few times and thrust it into your unprepared cunt.
You screamed, body convulsing in pain as he fed your poor pussy his cock. “Take it,” he spat, “take it you stupid bitch.” He bottomed out with one single, slow, and agonizing thrust, swaying his hips as if to taunt you. He released your wrists as he pumped into you slowly before digging through his pants to retrieve his phone.
“N-no,” you murmured as you heard the shutter of the camera. “S-sto-stop.”
He continued to take photos of your cunt filled with his cock. Unbeknownst to you, blood had begun to trickle from your hole, your body unprepared for such an intrusion. The photos highlighted the crimson ring gathered around his cock.
Robert chased his release, despite your cries. To add reprieve from the onslaught of torture, his fingers found its way onto your clit, drawing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and to your dismay, it sparked pleasure.
Intense pleasure. One that had you arching your back into this monster’s chest and moaning with guilt. He watched as you shivered beneath him, biting your lip as you tried to stifle the cries of pleasure, only to fail when he pressed against your stomach again and the tip of his cock grazed your G-spot. You were no longer fighting him, your body giving into the confusing pleasure and the pain – even your hips began to thrust back.
Your body arched again as his cock tapped against your G-spot a few times and a pleasured scream escaped your lips. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, fluttering as you came. He groaned, watching you, as he found his release. The cum spraying against your aching walls a strange comfort. He continued to thrust into you just to watch your body convulse with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Robert basked in the way you trembled and cried. Yes, Ransom kept you pristine and protected in your frame, but Robert Pronge would argue that he created art.
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okay but,, imagine if the reader had been a complete brat and gone out without letting Lee know. He waned her before about the dangers out there and that he wont always be there to save her. This gives him an idea. Lee decides to scare her by locking her up in a prison cell with Robert Pronge. Lee lets him do whatever he wants for the next few hours and even sits himself in a chair to get a better look..
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a/n: idfk how to do the keep reading thingy on mobile. Also I TRIED AND OMFG I JUST REALLY LIKE SOFT DARK CHARACTERS OKAY?!
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You asked Lee if you can go to the store later but when he told you that he’ll be doing extra shifts, you told him that you can go on your own. Lee didn’t like the idea of you going out on your own and he decided to give you a speech about the dangers of the outside world.
“Anyone can hurt you!”
“Anyone can just take you. In a blink, you’re gone. Taken away from me. Do you want that? Do you want someone to take you away from me?”
“No.”
“So don’t go out without me. Don’t go out by yourself, got it?” He was so angry and adamant but you really wanted to go out. You needed to go to that store.
So you decide to ignore Lee and go to the fucking story anyway.
Of course, Lee finds out. He’s the sheriff and everyone basically works for him. So it’s not a surprise that someone tattled on you.
He drove straight to the shop, guiding you back in his cruiser, almost as if you’re being arrested but he let you sit on the passenger’s side. He was quiet throughout the ride which was scary because he’s usually mouthy when he’s mad but when he’s quiet…
He’s really really mad.
Your anxiety only got worse when he missed the turn to your house and straight to the station.
He stopped the car before quickly getting out, walking towards your side, and helping you out. Even mad, he still guides you.
You follow him inside, frowning when he grabs your arm before pushing you inside a cell with a strange man. You ignored the man, watching Lee as he closed the gates before getting a chair and placing it just in front of your cell.
“Such a pretty little face…” the strange man says from behind you. Your skin prickles when you feel him getting closer to you and you glance at Lee with tearful and frightened eyes.
“L-Lee what’s ha-happening?” You watch Lee’s jaw clench and unclench before he adjusts himself on the chair.
“I told you not to go out on your own, didn’t I?” He asks, giving you a glare.
“You did.” You confirm.
“But you still went out.” He hisses.
“But I still went out…” You repeat, bowing your head in shame.
“I’m sorry, Lee… I just really wanted to buy—” You try to reach for the paper bag but then Lee grabs it through the gaps of the cell before tossing it aside.
“Doesn’t matter what you needed to buy, darling. You still disobeyed me. I’m not making rules for my own good here, sweetheart. I’m making them for you.” He shakes his head in disappointment, making your heart clench in regret.
“I’m sorry, Lee! I really am!” You cry, not aware of the hungry look that the strange man behind you is giving you.
“I won’t do it again. I promise!” Your hands clamped around the bars, reaching out to Lee. He grabs your hands before giving each a kiss and letting them go.
“Oh, you won’t do it again. I’m pretty sure of that…” He smiles before loosening his belt.
“I learned my lesson, Lee. I won’t do it again. Please let me out…” You whisper, eyes blurred with tears as you begged him. You could see conflict in his eyes as if he’s fighting with himself.
“Oh, you will learn your lesson, sweetheart. I know it’s hard to teach you some manners but this time, I’m pretty sure you’ll learn.” He nods at the man behind you before you feel yourself being dragged back to the stranger’s chest.
“That’s Robert. He’ll help you learn a simple lesson, sweetheart.” Lee smiles before leaning back against his chair.
“Nice to meet ya, pretty face!” The man behind you, Robert, cheers before tearing your clothes apart. You were too shocked to react and you only snapped out of it when you felt his rough hands palming your breasts.
“L-Lee!” Your voice cracks at Lee, desperate and scared.
“I know, sweetheart. It’s scary but you have to learn!” Lee frowns before nodding at Robert once more.
You feel a kiss on your cheek before his hot breath fans your ear.
“This’ll be quick, baby. Just gotta teach ya a lesson like your daddy told you…” You whimper when your hair is yanked backward and a stinging sensation fills your body when Robert forces his cock inside you.
Your screams seemed to turn Robert on because he only went faster and harder, ignoring your sobs and seemingly enjoying the scratches that your nails are giving his arms. He uses your breasts as a handle to keep your body against him while his hips continue to rut into you.
“Ow!” You cry out when you feel his teeth biting into your neck when a loud bang comes from the metal bars.
“Don’t fucking bite her, Pronge!” Lee’s voice was strained and you looked at him, seeing him stroking his cock while his eyes continued to glare at Robert.
“My bad…” Robert chuckles before wiping the skin that he bit and placing a kiss on it.
“Sorry, baby…” He continues to rut into you and you see Lee matching the rhythm that Robert is using to pound into you.
Robert easily manipulates your body so you’re on your knees and he forced your face down against the floor only to be yanked up so a pillow could be placed against your face.
“Gotta keep that pretty face comfortable…” Robert chuckles before patting your cheek and crawling behind you.
“Ready or not…” Robert sings before seething himself inside you with the same rhythm as before only this time, his cock enters deeper, hitting a spot that always made your legs shake.
“Slap her ass,” you hear Lee’s quiet voice and you look back at him who seems to be close with how his hips are jerking against his hand.
Robert smacks your left cheek hard, earning a loud yelp from you. He continued pounding you from behind, groaning and pleasure as your walls started to clench around his throbbing cock.
“You can cum, baby,” Lee’s voice reaches your ear. You didn’t want to cum on Robert’s cock but his hand finds its way to your cunt, fingers playing with your clit, eager to pull a release from you.
He didn’t have to wait long because soon, you were a crying mess while your whole body shakes on the floor as Robert continued to pound into you.
Just when he’s about to cum inside you, he’s pushed out of you by Lee who quickly shoved himself inside of you, thrusting a few times before cumming inside of you, releasing thick and warm coats of his seed.
“Ahh fuck!” Robert exclaims, finishing himself off on your ass.
“You fucking bitch…” Lee growls before wiping Robert’s cum off your ass with a white cloth.
Lee helps you up, wrapping his jacket around you before pulling you close. He tilts your head towards him, a finger on your chin before asking.
“You learned your lesson?”
You only nod at him, eyes tired as they fluttered shut. Lee presses a kiss on your forehead before guiding you up.
“That’s my girl.”
Robert stands up, patting his pants clean before smiling at the sheriff.
“Hey if you wanna help with teaching your girl some manners, you know where to find me,” Robert laughs at the glare that Lee gives him.
“In your fucking dreams”
“Fucking your girl is a dream,” Robert sighs dreamily, looking at your sleeping form against Lee.
“It’s a one time favor, Pronge. Now get the fuck out of here. Our deal is done.” Lee brings you back to his cruiser as Robert follows the both of you.
He stares at your form on the passenger‘s side while Lee closes your door.
“Call me when you need someone dead. I like your method of payment.” Robert snickers.
Lee didn’t like how Robert seems to be infatuated by his girl. Lee couldn’t blame him but you're his. You’re Lee’s and nobody else’s.
“Fuck off, Pronge.”
“Whatever.” Robert steals a glance at you one last time before leaving.
Lee enters the car before driving home. He looks at you before smiling. He knows you only love him. You’re good like that. You just have to be taught some lessons from time to time.
But he’s sure as fuck that he won’t be asking for Robert’s help anymore.
Lee looks at the bag that you were holding earlier and he feels his heart skips a beat when he sees what’s inside.
Candies
“Oh, my baby…” Lee smiles at your sleeping form before pressing a kiss on your nose. He wouldn’t have to worry about Robert.
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“FUCK! Move it you goddamn moron. It’s the little skinny pedal on the right!”
You punctuated the tirade by smacking your hands on the steering wheel.
If you were late because this fucking asshole couldn’t figure out how to fucking drive your wrath would blanket the Earth in pain and fire.
“Ok,” you thought to yourself, “that’s a bit much. Calm your ass down.”
Pulling in a deep breath you tried to relax but a quick check of your phone destroyed whatever miniscule inner peace you had found.
11:30pm
If you didn’t get to the warehouse in 30 minutes you had not only cleared out your savings account for nothing but, much much more importantly, you would lose your one and only chance to mingle with THE Chris Evans.
Every year the abandoned warehouses in the now shuttered manufacturing district hosted haunted attractions. Local legends about murdered seamstresses or deranged psycho killers were the usual fare. You and your friends went every year even though you spent more time laughing than screaming.
Tonight was different. The city was hellbent on revitalizing the area. However, tax increases had been voted down and the regular historical foundation fundraisers weren’t working.
Miraculously someone on the Mayor’s staff’s husband’s second cousin’s uncle’s first wife knew someone who knew someone else who knew Chris. Somehow he had been convinced to do a one night only completely immersive Halloween event.
By a unanimous vote it was decided that The Hitman would be perfect for the evening considering the city’s history. The promo material promised over 8,000 square feet of mafia-style murder, mayham, blood and guts all set to a 70’s backdrop.
So you’d drained your savings for the ticket and maxed out every credit card. There was no way in hell you were missing this.
11:40pm
“Dammit.”
This was all Chloe’s fault. She had called off sick this morning (you knew damn good and well she wasn’t sick. Bitch had drunk texted you at 3am) leaving you with all the prep work that the night shift had neglected to finish.
Gretchen wasn’t able to get in until noon. By that time you were so far in the weeds it would’ve taken a lawnmower the size of a tank to get you out. When the two of you had finished the prep for night shift you were already an hour behind. You had barely had time to shower and get ready.
Turning off the Interstate you sighed.
That wasn’t entirely true.
What should’ve been a quick shower had turned into a steamy self love session.
Just thinking about Chris with that long hair and that dangerous “fuck me” swagger had your hand moving south.
Between one set of fingers working your clit and the other set rolling your nipples it wasn’t long before you were leaning back against the cool tiles panting.
Finished with what you hoped was a little pregaming you had taken an hour to carefully apply the shimmering pale lavender eyeshadow, rosy blush and frosted peach lipstick. The low cut gold lame halter dress and strappy black stiletto heels completed the look.
And, yes, you might have spent more than a few minutes admiring the way the thin fabric alternatively skimmed and hugged your body in all the right places. Your still hardened nipples just added to the look.
11:50pm
You were here.
Stepping out of your car the valet rolled his eyes.
“I know, I know I’m late.”
“Ten more minutes and the doors would’ve been closed for the night,” the valet huffed.
“I’m really sorry.”
You dug in your purse, grabbing a twenty.
“There’s another fifty if you can park me close.”
With a lecherous smile the valet took your keys, headed for your car.
Taking a deep breath you opened the heavy steel door.
Your senses were immediately assaulted.
Body odor, cheap perfume and stall cologne hung heavy in the air.
A small disco ball attached to the ceiling reflected the dim lighting, cigarette smoke swirling.
“Hey!”
A meaty, sweat stained hand grabbed your upper arm.
“You’re fucking late bitch.”
Taken aback by the man you could only stutter.
“I’m sorry, I…….”
SMACK
Your head snapped to the side.
“I don’t give a fuck if you’re sorry. When I tell you to be somewhere at a certain time I fucking mean it. This guy is a heavy hitter and I promised him a prime piece of ass for the evening. If you fuck this up I’ll have you on your knees sucking dick at ten bucks a pop for the next year.”
Getting a good look at the balding, pot bellied man who had hit you fear spread through you.
Jerking your arm away you went off on him.
“What the hell are you doing. I know this is supposed to be realistic but getting hit wasn’t on the release form.”
The man hit you again, this time knocking you to the floor. You looked around for help. However no one took any notice.
Reaching down he dug his hands into your hair, hauling you up. As he wrested you toward the dance floor the sharp staccato of a car’s horn drew your attention.
Before the door shut you caught a glimpse of a dimly lit street, vintage cars and a smattering of people dressed similar to you.
The rotting warehouses were gone.
You didn’t have time to contemplate what you had seen before you were being roughly pulled through the crush of dancers writhing to Ballroom Blitz.
Your “guide” stopped just short of a dark corner booth.
“I need this deal to happen so you do whatever the man wants.”
You peered down at the table. It was littered with highball glasses filled with various quantities of melting ice and, from the smell of it, Crown Royal. Thick white stripes of cocaine were laid out like fenceposts.
“Look who finally showed up. Sorry, she wanted to make sure she looked extra sexy for you.”
A man bent over the lines, snorted it then looked up pinching the end of his nose. He traced his finger across the powder remnants, rubbing the residue across his gums.
“Fuck. She is a tasty piece isn’t she.”
At that moment a flash of light from the disco ball illuminated his face.
You found yourself staring into the cold blue eyes of Robert Pronge.
No, you corrected yourself, not Robert, it was Chris.
Except that wasn’t quite right either.
You tried to pass it off as just good acting but something was wrong.
Very wrong.
A quick glance around only heightened your unease.
It was all a little too perfect.
The club looked aged. The carpeted floor was worn through in places, hopelessly stained in others. Behind the bar the mirror was gray at the edges, coated with decades of smoke.
Your fellow “guests” seemed jagged and rough, their clothes and faces well worn.
But the biggest red flag was the smell. All the old warehouses invariably held the aroma of grease and oil the now gone machines had bled. Your friends used to call it Haunted House #5.
Robert broke your revere by pulling you onto his lap.
“Wait, I’m not sure….”
“Not sure what baby.”
His attention turned to the other man who had taken a seat at the booth.
“I thought you said she’d be ready to go Preston. If you don’t want me to do the job I’m sure you can find someone else.”
The man you now knew as Preston answered in a rush.
“No, no , she’s ready.”
He pinched your arm.
“Tell him your ready sweetheart”
You shook your head.
“No, somethings wrong. I….”
Robert leaned into you.
“I’ve been rude baby.”
His breath was fetid, a combination of cigarettes and whiskey.
“Here,” he brought a glass filled to the brim to your lips, “I started the party without you.”
Gripping your jaw he forced your mouth open, pouring the burning liquid down your throat.
Preston smirked as you sputtered and coughed.
“Uh Robert, you mind if I take a bump.”
Robert handed a rolled up one hundred dollar bill to the odious man.
Preston chose the biggest line. When he finished he handed the bill back.
“Maybe your plaything needs one too. Get her motor running real good.”
Robert tried to place the bill in your hand.
“Uh no. Really I can’t.”
You figured the chances it was really coke were slim but things were spinning out of control. No need to tempt fate.
“It wasn’t a request.”
Robert stuck the bill in your nostril. He bent your head down to the table.
“Go on,” he whispered, “It’ll feel good.”
With no alternative you sucked the white powder up your nose.
The burn was immediate. You shook your head and tried to clear it.
“Good girl. Now we can really start the party.”
Robert reached down, popped the button and unzipped his pants. He guided your hand to his massive hard on. You pulled your hand back like you had touched fire.
His hand seized you by the throat.
“I was promised a good time. As far as I’m concerned you’ve got some lost time to make up for.”
He guided your hand back, covering your hand with his.
“See,” Robert used your hand to pump his cock up and down, “It’s easy.”
When he removed his hand your movement was sporadic.
His hand tightened around your throat.
“I know you can do better than this baby.”
Afraid to refuse you evened out your strokes, swiping across the head to gather the pre-cum that had formed. His hand dropped away from your throat.
As you jacked Robert off under the table he and Preston continued speaking. You tried to pay attention but it seemed to be all code words and gibberish.
“Fuck baby, this ain’t working.”
Robert pushed the table back a few inches.
“Time to really earn your pay. On your knees.”
Your mouth dropped open in shock.
“What. No. This, This has gone way too far.”
Standing to leave, he snatched you by the waist. Gripping you by the back of the neck he forced you down on the carpet. He yanked you between his legs, crossing them behind you.
“Open your pretty little mouth.”
“No,” you shook your head vehemently.
Sighing Robert slid his hand under your dress. He cruelly took a hold of your breast and squeezed. The pain finally became too much and you opened your mouth to scream. He took full advantage, shoving his cock into your mouth. The bunched up fabric of his pants kept you from taking his full length.
Your relief was short lived. One handedly he maneuvered his pants lower. One push and your face was impaled on his cock, the tip pushing deep into your throat.
You choked, his pubic hair catching the tears that had started to fall.
Letting go of your neck he hooked his hand into the front of your hair, lifting your head just enough to see him.
“If you’re a good little whore I’ll let you do it yourself.”
He pressed your face down again, holding it until you were slapping at his legs.
Lifting your head he spoke again.
“But if you’re not I’ll fuck your face until your throat bleeds and I won’t give a damn if you can’t breath. I’ll shoot my cum down your dead throat. Do you understand.”
You weren’t sure if it was the terror or your sense of self preservation that had you nodding your head.
Robert smiled and picked up his glass. He swirled the amber contents, taking a sip.
“You better get started baby. I’m not a patient man.”
A chuckle drew your attention to Preston who sat watching intently.
Trying your best to ignore him you placed your hands on Robert’s knees for balance and started bobbing your head.
Wanting it over you pulled out all the tricks you knew, hollowing your cheeks so you could take him deep, using your tongue for added friction.
After a few minutes he uncrossed his legs from behind you. He shoved one leg between yours.
A low moan of shame formed as the tip of his booted foot slid easily across your pussy lips.
“Baby likes it rough huh. I knew that bump would get your engine going.”
He used his other foot to push you down farther, spreading your legs.
“Fuck my shoe whore. It’s nice and dirty just like you.”
You rocked your hips, dragging your clit across the tip of his shoe, the slightly longer sole flicking your clit almost painfully.
Moving back and forth your mouth and hips found their rhythm. The cocaine in your system had you whining, your body primed to cum.
Abruptly Robert caught your head with both hands. His foot left your pussy as he mercilessly fucked your face.
The thrusting of his hips wobbled the table knocking over the glasses, the alcohol spilling down your back.
You felt his cock twitch a second before he came, his hot cum coating your throat.
He rode out his orgasm then pressed your face hard into his crotch.
“Swallow every drop baby.”
Content that you had followed his order he lifted you back up onto his lap.
“Damn sweet thing, You’re a mess.”
Pointing towards a hallway he said, “Go clean yourself up. Bathroom is just down there.”
The eagerness to leave must have shown on your face.
“Oh no, we ain’t finished yet. The night’s just getting started. You got 15 minutes.”
In your haste to leave you tripped over his legs. You landed ass up on the table. He ran his hands between your legs, swiping through your slit.
“Mmmmmm,” he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them one by one.
“Poor cunt didn’t get hers did she. We’ll fix that when you get back.”
Slapping your ass Robert sniggered.
“Clocks ticking.”
Regaining your footing your half walked, half ran toward the corridor.
This was fucked up. Seriously fucked up. It was just supposed to be a meet and greet. How the hell had it gone off the rails. And what about those cars, the street, this place.
Lost in your thoughts you missed the ladies room. Turning around to retrace your steps you gazed across the bar. Like a beacon in a storm an exit sign burned bright.
You had to check the urge to run. That would only draw attention.
Instead you waited until you could blend in to a group of giggling women headed for the dance floor.
As they branched off you made a run for it.
You hit the exit door hard, damn near flying through it.
The parking lot you expected to find wasn’t there. Instead there was a dark alley. It smelled of garbage and urine. The air was full of exhaust.
“What the fu….”
ZING
Something sticky and wet splattered your face, neck and upper body. Whatever it was dripped from your cheek.
You stared at your hand and saw that it was covered in blood. You drew in air to scream but a hand slammed across your mouth.
“Jesus Christ Clay. This bastard was supposed to be dead an hour ago.”
“Lay off man. Traffic was a bitch.”
“Get him in the fucking van. We gotta get him to the loft. Preston wants proof in two hours.”
Watching the dark headed man throw the dead body into the van broke your shock.
Crazily you struck out, kicking and frantically throwing your elbows.
“Grab some rope Clay. Little whore here needs to be taught a lesson.”
Clay strutted back from the van.
“Thought we had a schedule to keep Freezy.”
He handed the rope to Robert.
“What do we have here.”
The brunette lifted your chin.
He looked familiar but you couldn’t place him. In a different time and place you would have found him attractive, maybe even vibrator worthy. A rush of slick flooded your pussy.
“Hold her so I can tie her up.”
You were pushed forward into Clay’s arms.
Robert wrenched your arms back, wrapping the rope from your armpits to your wrists.
“I don’t know what’s going on anymore but I swear I won’t say a thing if you let me go.”
You continued to ramble.
“Not a word. I’ll donate more money. I’ll leave a good review. I swear.”
Clay clenched his jaw.
“What the fuck is she talking about.”
“Who the fuck knows. Just shut her up.”
Clay thought for a minute then ran to the van. He returned with the dead man’s tie. Robert moved his hand and Clay showed the tie in your mouth.
Robert pulled up your dress. Unbuckling his pants again he pulled your back to his chest, holding you in place.
“We ain’t got much time. You in or not.”
Clay’s hands worked his zipper down.
“Hell yes.”
He lifted your legs, wrapping them around his hips. You could feel him at your entrance.
Running his finger across your cheek he painted your lips with the congealing blood.
“Now you look like a good whore.”
Snapping his hips’ Clay was balls deep in one thrust.
“Damn Freezy, she’s tight as fuck. You been in this yet.”
“Not yet.”
Clay leaned in, licking the blood from your neck.
“Not like you to take sloppy seconds my man.”
“I’m getting something tighter.”
It took a minute for Robert’s meaning to filter in. You tried twisting away but the two men held you.
Clay yanked the tie from your mouth.
“Spit.”
When you refused he backhanded you.
“My good friend Robert is gonna fuck that nice ass of yours. If you don’t want him going in dry you better spit.”
You tried to spit but fear had dried your mouth.
Clay shoved the tie back in and slid his hand across your chest gathering more blood. He ran the same hand through your slit.
“Fuck, whore’s wet as hell. It’s practically running down her legs.”
He massaged your slick and blood mixture around your tight ring pressing his thumb in and out.
“That’s enough. Hold her legs up. I’ll get in first then you can get in.”
Clay did as Robert said, holding your legs up and back.
Robert aligned his cock with your hole and pushed in.
The pain was excruciating. You weren’t an anal virgin but he hadn’t given you time to adjust.
Clay moved closer, his erect cock glistening with your juices.
He elevated your knees and thrust in.
They fucked you in tandem, pulling out and pushing in.
You struggled against them both but it didn’t matter.
Defeated you laid your head back on Robert’s shoulder, letting the men use you like a rag doll.
Robert came first. His cock went stiff and he bucked up into your ass. He pulled out, his cum dribbling down your ass.
With Robert disengaged Clay took hold of your waist. His thrusts became deeper and harder.
“Play with her clit Clay. I promised her she’d get hers.”
Robert took over holding one of your legs up which freed one of Clay’s hands. He rubbed along your slit, settling next to your nub. His thumb circled it slowly. Your body trembled. Robert pulled the tie from your mouth.
“Ask for it baby. Ask and ye shall receive.”
“No, please, please….”
“She thinks she’s better than us Clay. Doesn’t want to admit that we can make her cum.”
“Too bad.”
Clay redoubled his efforts, assaulting your clit. The pleasure grew until he tipped you over the edge. Your hips bucked against him as you came.
He followed a few minutes later.
Both men dropped your legs. Too shaky to stand you fell to the ground.
Robert pulled a gun from his ankle holster and pointed it at your head.
“Wait Freezy.”
“Why. We’re done with her.”
“What if we keep her.”
“Why. She’s just a cheap piece of ass Clay. We can get a dozen just like her inside.”
“Yeah but we got her broke in. And we can do whatever we want. Noone is gonna care. The only person who knows you were with her is Preston. I can take him out easy.”
“Whatever we want huh,” Robert said.
“Yup. The possibilities are endless.”
“Alright. Get her in the van.”
Clay tossed your limp form into the van. Your head bounced off the van floor.
Before closing your eyes you heard the plaintive sound of Don Henley's voice:
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax,” said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
(Eagles
Written By Don Felder, Don Henley, Glenn Fry
Hotel California
1977)
It’s been awhile since I’ve written and since this is pretty DARK I’m only tagging a few people
