AJ walks over to me and flicks through more Polaroids of multiple women who have been mutilated and are in the same chair that I am currently sitting in.
My pulse hammers against my ribcage as my eyes dart from the pictures to AJ, then at the rest of them.
Jared answers with an evil glint in his eyes, “We are going to have some fun.”
Striding over to me, he squeezes my clit.
Sickness surges over me, and I don’t even have time to make sense of what I’ve just seen. Ryan throws his head back, not wanting to witness the assault on my body.
“Oh, you know, just some innocent fun.” Cora finds something in the cart beside me, but I’m not able to see it. As shecomes closer, I see it’s a flogger, and she rears back and whips my stomach.
I scream out as agony wracks my middle. I thrash uncontrollably, attempting to create distance from her.
“Strike her pussy for me; make it red, sweetheart,” Jared tells her lustfully. “AJ, force Ryan to watch; I like an audience.”
Cora positions herself between my legs gleefully.
I begin to plead with her. “Cora, please, don’t! How could you do this? No! Please,” I cry out as tears roll down my face, and another lash makes contact with my pussy.
Jared has stripped off his clothes, and I see his erection at half-mast. He grips it with his hand, stroking it and heaving erratic breaths with his teeth clenched.
Convulsing as pain pierces between my legs, I scream until my voice cracks. The whippings blur together, and I’ve lost count.
The whole time, I hear the brokenness in Ryan’s voice, begging them to stop.
Finally surrendering to the unbearable burning, my eyes grow vacant as I will my mind to go elsewhere, anywhere from this room of terror.
“Alright, sweetheart, that’s enough; move out of the way,” Jared commands her, practically shoving her to the side.
She acts as though it’s no big deal, but I see a moment of hurt flash through her eyes. She composes herself and brushes beside him; to make up for it, he yanks her into him and consumes her lips with his.
Feeling numbness down there, Georgia walks up and hands Jared a bottle of what looks like some kind of cooking oil with gloves on, her legs fidgeting as she says impatiently, “Make it entertaining.”
“Thank you, gorgeous,” he winks at her with a faint smirk. “I always do.”
Violently, he hauls out the little table right underneath the chair.
Then, he opens the bottle and douses a generous amount over my pussy. The oil is scalding, and it sears my pussy as it drips down to the chair. I scream in agony, shaking my body to try and get it to stop.
I muster any strength I have left as anger leaks into my voice, and my eyes descend on Jared. “Problems getting it up that you have to defile my body and rape me, Jared?”
Laughing with unhinged intensity, holding his stomach with one hand, he says, “Nothing like that.” Then, a blankness covers his face, and he lowers his voice. “I just like it; it’s the fear running through you that sends a thrill to my dick.”
Cora comes into view beside me and takes a leaf blower, aiming it at my pussy; relief sweeps through me.
He crawls over the table with a demented expression, watching my face and waiting for my reaction.
Whimpering under my breath, I beg, “Please, don’t do this! Just let us go, and we won’t tell anyone.”
Grinning, he licks his lips.
My heart lurches up into my throat, pounding wildly, and my hair catches the tears streaming down my face.
Plunging his cock into me without warning, my back bows at the intrusion from the welts, burns, and the soreness I woke up with.
This will forever be embedded in mine and Ryan’s brains. The thought flits over my mind as I fight off the churning of my stomach, trying to shift myself enough to end this attack.
Jared pummels himself into me relentlessly.
