I snap at him. “How do you propose I fuck her if I’m not allowed to stand between her legs?”
Someone throws a packet of lube at me. It hits me in the shoulder then falls to the floor, and I scoop down and pick it up. Then I move into position, happy I’m at least blocking their view of her.
Her whole body is shaking. I feel like the biggest asshole in the world for going along with this. My head is spinning, trying to come up with ways I can make this stop, but they’re armed. Maybe I should let them shoot me, instead of agreeing to what they want, but then what will become of Camile? If I’m dead, and they didn’t get their performance, they’ll be the ones to take her like this. Will they do so, even if I do this?
What if this is just the starter for them? What if us doing this makes them want more and goads them to hurt her? There’s no reason to think I’ll be completely safe from their sick and twisted ways either. Plenty of men get raped by other men in prison and during wars.
Perhaps if it comes to that, I can somehow make sure they target me and leave her alone. I’d do that… for her. My main concern is for Camile. I don’t want her harmed beyond repair by this. I care more for her than I do for my own safety, and I tell myself that if it comes to the worst-case scenario for her, I’ll do anything to stop it, even allowing the men to run a train on me. This is a way to buy time, and a way to maybe keep them at bay. If that doesn’t work, I’ll fucking stop at nothing to ensure none of these assholes gets their filthy hands on her, even if I die trying.
Fuck, I’m so torn up that I freeze in total panic about what to do.
She shoots me a glance over her shoulder and mouths, clearly,do it.
I use the lube, stroking it over my head, mixing with the pre-cum, and then I put some on my fingers and touch her ass.
She looks over her shoulder at me again, her long, dark hair swinging. She’s so fucking sexy, even like this. I hate that I’m thinking that. It feels so wrong.
I hesitate, but she says, “It’s okay, Rook. You can make me feel good.”
Fuck, I almost lose it there and then.
I push a finger inside her ass, and she tenses a little. The clamping of her ass around my finger makes my dick react, as though it’s anticipating how it’s going to feel when it’s inside her.
The men are getting out their cocks, rubbing themselves, and I try to ignore that and push it far from my mind.
“Fuck yeah,” someone says. “This is like our own private porno.”
Camile whimpers and moans as I finger her ass. I want to tell her to relax, but how can I when she’s about to get fucked in the ass at gunpoint with a whole heap of strange men watching and masturbating over her?
The last thing I want is to harm her, which means I need to prepare her the best I can. If she’s aroused, this will hurt less. Maybe she can’t get aroused in this position, or maybe she’s sick like me, and the danger somehow turns her on. Either way, I reach around with my other hand and play with her clit, flicking and stroking it, trying to get her to relax. When I think she’s gotten used to one finger, I add a second. She lets out alittle whimper, and my cock jumps again. I can almost forget that we have an audience… almost.
“Get on with it,” one of the men yells.
Someone else shouts, “Shove your cock in her ass.”
“Do it, Rook,” she tells me, her voice breathy. “I trust you.”
My fucking heart breaks at her words. She trusts me! That’s huge, and it fills my chest with pride and warmth but then sick acid rushes in, corroding those feelings. I don’t deserve her trust. I’m taking her like this, and doing nothing to protect her because, what? I think it will buy time?
I slide my fingers from her body and grip my cock. Lining myself up, I press my cockhead against her tight little hole. There’s resistance—I’m not exactly small—but then she opens up for me, as though accepting me, and the head of my cock vanishes inside her.
Her whole body is trembling and she’s breathing hard, her shoulders rising and falling. Is she crying? Fuck, I hope not. I almost lose my erection at the thought of her tears but close my eyes and focus on the feel of her. If I do lose it, one of these bastards will take my place, and they will hurt her badly.
I shunt in deeper, and she grips the edges of the chair, her knuckles white. I hate how good she feels, like I’m going to blow my load at any moment, even with all these fuckers watching.
Ginger takes a step closer. “Fuck her harder. I want to hear her scream.”
“No,” I growl. “I don’t want to damage her.”
“Do as you’re fucking told. Now, fuck her like you mean it. I want to see those titties jiggle.”
I sink deeper inside her, watching as the inchesvanish. She’s so fucking tight, her ass is gripping me like a vice. Her breathing grows faster, and she lets out a little cry.
“It’s okay, Cami. Try to breathe. Relax, and it’ll be easier.”
My instructions are ridiculous when we have a whole gang of men watching and she’s fucking naked.
Ginger hasn’t finished with his instructions. “Fuck her ass hard, then come inside her. I want to see cum leaking from her hole.”
