“Please” I beg “I don’t intentionally ignore you. I have a boyfriend; I just don’t see other men that’s all it is. I love Nick I don’t mean to make people think I’m being rude or ignoring them.” I try to reason with them but it’s no use
“Don’t give us that shit” Tommy says “you notice. You just think you’re too good for us, with your perfect tits and barely twenty-three year old body” he continues as he climbs on the bed and reaches above my head to the handcuffs. I feel the metal brake away from my skin just as Jack moves to sit beside me. I try to push him away as his fat face moves closer to mine, the smell of beer and cigarettes becoming overwhelming but Tommy grabs my wrists as he pulls me to a kneeling position and kneels behind me with his legs on the outside of mine, trapping my arms behind my back, his rough fingers grasp my breasts making me shudder in disgust. Jack kneels in front of me as he pulls my face up towards him stretching my neck and causing it to start to bleed again, his mouth closes around mine, his tongue pushing its way past my lips.
“GET OFF HER YOU BASTARDS! I hear Nick scream as Tommys hand moves down my stomach and back up to my breasts, this time moving under my white tank top.
“Mm god they feel perfect Nicky boy, you’re a lucky son of a bitch ain’t ya” Tommy laughs.
Nicks struggles become wild with determination to help me, our eyes meet and I know he can see the fear and pain I’m feeling. His eyes mirror mine and seeing the pain in his gives me some strength to fight back, I don’t like him hurting. I relax knowing Tommy will relax too thinking I either want then to do this or I have no fight left in me, before I pull my wrists from his hold and swing my arm back to punch Jack in the face. He loses his balance enough to have to put his leg on the floor to stop himself falling from the bed, quickly I lift my foot hard pushing myself forward on my hands as my foot connects with Tommy’s balls. Nick continues to struggle but it’s no good, Jack grabs his knife and walks over to Nick, he looks me in the eyes as he pushes the knife just hard enough to pierce the skin like he did with me but this time he pulls the knife across the base of Nicks neck.
Both mine and Nick’s screams collide around the room
“NO PLEASE” I scream trying to make my way to them but Tommy holds my upper arms tight, pulling me against his chest, his long fingers digging into me and hurting enough that I know I will have bruises tomorrow.
“STOP FIGHTING US OR HE DIES” Jack shouts at me, my eyes still locked on Nick as I nod, sobbing and hoping he’s okay.
“LEAVE HER ALONE YOU PRICK” he shouts at them but Jacks hand just swings back and punches him in the face
“Please…I will do what you want just please don’t hurt him” I cry looking over my shoulder at Tommy who doesn’t seem to care about what his partner is doing and just continues to paw at my breast and kiss his way over my shoulders and upper back
“Prove it” he stops long enough to say “take your top off” he continues, moving away from me.
My shaking hands cross over my waist as I grip the hem of my white tank top and begin to lift it up exposing my smooth stomach, then higher to release my naked breasts before lifting it high enough to pull it over my head and drop it to the floor beside the bed.
“Baby no…” Nick says quietly. I look over at him and move down the bed till I’m right in front of him, though both attackers watch me closely neither move to stop me as I stand up and bend down to my knees in front of Nick. Looking him in the eyes mine fill with tears again as I lean forward and softly kiss his lips. I feel his lips move under mine as he kisses me back filling it with all his love and a silent promise he will stop them. I know that’s not going to happen, the best case is going to be, we live.
“I’m going to pretend it’s you Nick. Just you and me like before they knocked on the door” I whisper quietly so I can’t be heard by the others. I can see tears filling his eyes, his hatred at himself loud and clear. “I will be ok. As long as they don’t hurt you. I love you and only you Nick” I say standing up and moving back over to the bed.
“So sweet. Now come here and kiss me” Tommy sneers as he pulls his tee shirt over his head. Looking back over my shoulder I see Jack standing behind Nick with his knife still poised at Nick’s throat. I climb onto the bed and kneel in front of Tommy; I close my eyes trying to picture Nick in front of me
“Open your eyes bitch.” He says as his right hand moves to the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, slanting his lips over mine he pushes his way into my mouth before I can say anything. I feel as well as hear him growl into my mouth before I starts to slide my tongue around and over his. He lifts my hands and arms that are clenched at my sides and wraps them round his neck, pulling me closer with his hand on my waist until our bodies are pressed tightly against each other’s, I feel his cock hardening against my stomach as he starts to move his mouth slowly over the corner of my mine and down towards my chin. he lifts my head for better access at my neck causing me to wince at the pain from the cut, I see him smile from the corner of my eyes before I feel his flattened tongue move from the base of my throat all the way up to the painful red cut that Jack made not long before, pain shoots through me again as his hot tongue pushes harder against it, he pulls my face down towards him and I see my spilt blood covering his tongue, his green eyes sparkle with humour and lust at my disgust. He pulls me tighter to him again and starts to use his left hand to caress my right breast, his thumb sliding in circles around my nipple before firmly rubbing over it. Surprised I feel pleasure course through me and unconsciously arch my back for more.
“Mm like that do you?” He breaths into my mouth, “god you got a hot little body aint ya” his mouth travels back down my neck this time moving lower as he places his tongue on my chest, sucking my left nipple into his mouth and tugging gently, I feel my stomach clench and my juice’s pool against my will between my thighs, looking up at the ceiling I feel my tears start up again. ‘I can’t believe my pussy is getting wet, I don’t want this I hate this’ I think to myself as his hand move down my pink cotton shorts and between my thighs
“Wow your wet” he says pleased “I knew you would like this, I could see it in you that day at the Supermarket. You looked so beautiful with your white dress and blonde hair flying behind you as you rushed to get what you wanted, the look in your eyes as you past me said you needed to be fucked good and hard… we followed you here. We watched you dance around cooking for that useless cunt, his hands pawing all over you but I could tell he wasn’t giving you what you needed as he fucked you on the sofa.”
I try to make sense of what he’s saying, I vaguely remember wearing my white dress but it hasn’t been for a while, the weather has been too cold for it lately with us not having much of a summer this year, I know the last time Nick and I last had sex on the sofa was at least three weeks ago, does that mean they have been following and watching me all that time? I look towards Nick seeing he has worked it out too; the anger on his face says it all.