Except, there's going to be no safe word here, there'll be nothing but pain and the wrong kind of humiliation.
It will be pleasure only for one.
He wraps his hand in her hair and keeps his gaze on me as he forces his dick down her throat and fucks her face brutally. "Paolo."
The big man comes in and grins, already freeing himself. "Which hole?"
"Cunt today, I think. I'll fuck her ass dry tonight."
The man undoes his pants and kneels, lining up and slamming in.
"Fuck," Paolo mutters. "Bitch is always tight."
I keep watching the brutal rape of Gretchen, sickened and unable to do anything because Dom still has the gun pointed my way, and he still watches.
And that's why I don't look away. Because I want to see what he's going to do to me if we're not rescued.
Then he shoves her face down, crying out, clearly coming down her throat.
Paolo is still going, and he fucks her, lying on her, drilling her into the floor.
Through it all, she doesn't make a sound.
And my heart bleeds.
I know, though, if I ever get near a weapon, I'm killing both these men.
"My darling, sweet dry little Lourdes." Dom rises but doesn't tuck himself away.
He hugs me, and my violation quota is beyond exceeded.
I want to kill him, beg him to let Gretchen go. Leave her alone.
I don't. Somehow, I get the feeling it'll only make it worse.
"Yes?"
"Soon, you'll get this." He grips my wrist and drags my resisting hand to his cock.
He laughs as he rubs it up and down my hand.
I could throw up right now, but I force myself to stay strong. To endure. This is nothing compared to what Gretchen is going through.
"So sweet, so shy. I'll break you, though. I just wanted you to see the delights awaiting you."
I try not to gag as he calls out to another two guards.
I've never been so pleased to have myself blinded like this.
Unfortunately, it sharpens my hearing, and I catch her quiet cries that are almost undetectable, Paolo's grunts, and the slapping sound of his flesh hitting hers. And then, mercifully, I'm led away and back to the guesthouse.
The moment I'm back up the stairs and in the room, a tear-stained Lyndall rushes to me and hugs me, but then she draws back. "What happened?"
"Nothing." I try to smile.
Shaking her head, she drags me to the nearest bed and sits me down.
She gets on, cross-legged. "Something did. You look like you just saw a ghost or something."
