“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” Father lights his cigar, then gestures for the waitress to come over, and she hurries to his side. “Be a good girl and dance for us, sweetheart.”
As her hips start to sway, my father smacks her ass when she spins to face the senator.
Bile rises in my throat. Beside me, the senator’s wife leans in to suck on my lobe while she grips me through my pants. “I’ve been thinking about this big cock,” she whispers as I sit stock-still. “The nasty things you can do with it.”
Shoving her hand away, I stand up and excuse myself.
Father barely pays me any attention when I tell him I need to take a piss. Instead, he winds the foxtail around his hand and orders the waitress to bend over and show her cunt.
Sick bastard.
Desperate to escape, I hurry out of the room, not daring to breathe until the classical music fades behind me. I need to get out of his house, but my vision swims before I make it down the next hallway. My heart kicks like I’m seconds away from a heart attack as I crash into the wall.
Briefly squeezing my eyes shut to clear my vision, I shuffle down the hall, using the wall for support. Where the fuck am I? I look around, but my head swims.
“There you are,” a feminine voice says, sliding red nails up my arm—nails as red as the runner. “You shouldn’t be out here in your state.”
Before I know it, we’re in a different room with deep green curtains framing the large windows that overlook the cliffs. I have no memory of how I got here.
Eager hands fumble with my belt before I’m shoved onto the four-poster bed beside the bookshelves, but I’m mostly aware of the rustling clink of her diamond bracelet as she finally gets my belt undone.
“Get off me.” My words come out slurred. I shake my head to clear the haze, but the world still spins like a carousel. I try to shift her off me, but my limbs won’t move. Heavy, like I’m in a dream. Heavy and useless.
Somehow I find myself vertical, gazing up at the ceiling—at the chandelier. Where am I? Fuck, what’s happening?
I try to lift my head, but the moment I do the world tilts on its axis. Something is really fucking wrong. As I shift onto my side, a feminine voice curses. A hand cracks against my cheek, sharp and stinging, before I’m forced onto my back again.
“Lie down, baby.” The voice fades in and out, warped. Rough fingers pry my mouth open, and she orders me to swallow the bitter pill pressed onto my tongue.
“That’ll make you hard for me.”
“I don’t feel well,” I slur, trying to sit up again, but she shoves me back down. I lash out blindly, limbs flailing, and she stumbles, hitting the floor as I stagger toward the door.
With my pants tangled around my ankles, I lose my footing and slam into the bookshelf. Hardbacks and picture frames crash to the floor.
“Baby, where do you think you’re going?” The voice distorts like something out of a horror movie, sickly sweet one second, sinister the next.
“Jessica?” I ask as I’m guided back toward the bed. How did she get here?
“It’s me, baby. You need to lie down.”
The voice is wrong. Before I can say it, the room tilts again and I hit the mattress hard.
A weight straddles me. Strokes my dick. I try to move, but firm hands pin me down. “I’ll make you feel good. Better than that slut can,” the voice croons as heat sheaths me.
I try to lift my arms. They won’t respond. When I finally manage to raise one, it drops heavily against my chest, useless, like it doesn’t belong to me at all.
Whiny moans fill the room. I fight my body desperately, but my mind can’t make sense of what’s happening. Through my spinning, blurred vision, large breasts bounce in time with the warped moans. Sharp nails rake down my chest, the pain a distant sting, something I register only vaguely, like everything else slipping beyond my grasp.
When darkness finally pulls me under, I welcome it.
Anesthesia knocks you out. You close your eyes, and when you wake up, you have no sense of time having passed. You were just…gone. It’s how I feel now as I slowly come to, wincing because my head throbs like a motherfucker.
“Jesus fuck,” I mutter, clutching my tender head as I push up onto my elbow. The moment I look around, I scramble upright, my legs tangled in the white sheets.
What the fuck?? Whose bed is this?
Horror crashes through me as vague memories resurface. Memories of breasts. Breathy moans. Nails clawing my chest.
