“They’re real,” Cesco pants, tearing his lips from mine. “Dad didn’t want her looking like that fake imitation Diana.”
“Fake or not, I enjoyed coming all over them,” the first guy says to a chorus of laughter.
All three are crouched on the floor in front of us, ensuring they have a front-row seat. Bile churns in my gut as I continue to keep my emotions on lockdown.
Cesco tugs my dress down, revealing my lace bra.
“Damn,” one of the guys says. “Totally real.”
Cesco cuts my bra at the front, and it falls to both sides, baring my breasts.
Pain threatens to overwhelm me, but I fight to regain control as they all grope me, tweaking and tugging on my nipples. A stab of pain shoots through my chest when Cesco lowers his mouth to one nipple and bites on it. His fingers continue to pump in and out of me as they all toy with me.
With my dress around my waist, Cesco lowers me to the dirty van floor on my knees. A stained navy blanket is all that protects me from the hard floor as he shoves down his pants and boxers, presses my face into the scratchy blanket, spreads my thighs, and thrusts inside me from behind, groaning loudly.
I block it out as he violates me with his friends watching and shouting encouragement. His gross hands roam my upper body, fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples. Mercifully, it doesn’t last long. He grunts as he spills inside me, and I’m grateful I didn’t give in to Fiero’s recent request to remove my IUD. I’ll need to get tested when I’m back home because he could be carrying any number of diseases. He was always dragging different women into his bed.
“What are you doing?” he snaps, dragging me out of that safe space in my head. He flips me over onto my back, and the position is awkward with my tied hands pressing into my lower back. Cesco tucks his vile cock away, pulling up his boxers and sweats before standing, bending over so his head doesn’t hit the roof.
“Going next,” the guy with the cropped dark hair says, holding his erect cock in his hand as he stares hungrily at me.
I’m splayed on the floor with my breasts hanging out and my pussy on display, and it’s humiliating. I’ve known these boys since they were thirteen. I’m sore and my nipples are hurting too. But I can’t focus on that or what happened because I’ll fall apart before I exact my revenge. All this has done is make me more determined. I know Fiero is coming for me, but vengeance ismine. I channel all my emotion into making a plan, and it distracts me from the trauma I know is waiting on the sidelines to choke me.
I hate being at their feet and so vulnerable. I can’t do anything about my top, but I close my legs, and my dress lowers a little with the movement, covering the top half of my vagina. His semen drips down the inside of my thighs, coating me in a sticky layer I itch to wash off.
“I didn’t say you could have a turn.” Cesco glares at him. “She’s mine. You can look and grope her a bit, but you’re not fucking her. Her cunt is for my cock only.”
“You let us fuck that Diana bitch,” the guy with the dreadlocks says.
“She was a skanky whore.”
“Dude, your stepmom spread her legs for multiple guys when your dad told her to.”
Cesco punches him in the face. “Shut the fuck up. She didn’t have a choice, and in the future, she’ll only be doing that if I’m getting well paid.”
“So, how much to fuck her cunt and her ass?” the guy with messy dirty-blond hair asks.
“More than you can afford,” Cesco snaps, grabbing me by my sore arm and pulling me to my feet.
I cry out as pain rips through my arm.
“Quit crying like a baby.” He shoves me down on the bench, and the motion fully covers my lower parts.
“At least let me jerk off on her tits,” the first guy says, pumping his dick in his hand.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cesco hisses.
“We helped you kidnap her,” the guy with the dreads says. “It’s the least you owe us.”
“You have more money than you know what to do with, thanks to me.” Cesco glares at his friends. “When I end the cartel and take control of Florida, you’ll be the sole supplier of drugs in the state. You’ll be stinking rich, and you can buy a hundred hookers if you like.”
He’s legit insane if he thinks he can take on the biggest Mexican cartel and win. Whatever deal he’s made after his father’s death is playing into the cartel’s hands, not his. I thought Cesco was smarter than his father, but it’s looking like I was wrong.
“But I’m horny, man. Come on, be fair.”
“We’re here,” the driver says, breaking up the argument.
The guys are grumbling when they climb out, and I won’t feel any remorse when I end them. Cesco grips my arm, digging his nails into my skin, as he drags me back into a house I thought I’d seen the last of.
