My eyes flew open and fixed on him again with hatred.
“There’s that fire,” he nodded, pleased. Oh, how I hated him. “I’m going to take your gag off soon, Kara. I’m going to enjoy listening to all your screams. The screams no one else can hear.”
My eyes widened again in panic and I could feel my throat constricting, needing more air. I balled my hands into fists, struggling against the ropes that bound them together in back of the chair.
“I like watching your tits while you struggle,” Lymon said, now stroking the base of the bulge in his pants. “The way you’re tied up, they’re forced out for me to see. But I don’t like that t-shirt.” He glanced over at his goon, hulking by his side. The other man was younger, maybe around my age, and his eyes fixed on me, hungry. My stomach turned with revulsion.
“Cut it off of her.” Lymon’s voice issued the order, cold and hard. The goon smiled, lecherous and leering, and approached me with lumbering steps. In his hand he held a knife, a sharp one. The metal glinted in the dim warehouse.
“No!” I couldn’t help but struggle and protest, flinching and helplessly trying to move away. But I couldn’t move. I was bound there, sitting under his hulking form as he stood over me with his knife.
“Hold still,” Lymon instructed. “We don’t want that pretty skin marked up. Yet.” After the yet, he chuckled like he’d made a funny joke. I gave an involuntary shudder in fear.
The beefy, thick face of his henchman loomed over me. He balled up my t-shirt in his sweaty, hairy fist, then took his knife to the thin cotton. With great satisfaction in his eyes, he split my t-shirt open right down the middle, leaving me completely naked and exposed. I hadn’t found my bra that morning in the post-lovemaking tumble of my clothing. I now had nothing between me and my captors.
Moaning in protest, I tossed my head to the side, not wanting to see my nudity, or the looks in their eyes as they now took me in. I could sense the goon step away, giving Lymon precedence. First dibs.
“Yes, Kara,” Lymon coaxed me, his voice chilling and cruel. “Feel how helpless you are. I like that.” I whimpered and hated myself for it. I could hear the sickening sound of a zipper. Oh God, was he undoing his pants? Hating to look, compelled to do it, I glanced at him and saw he now had his penis in his hands. He held it, erect, and slowly stroked it as he watched me struggling, naked, bound to the chair.
“This could have been better for you, you know,” he continued, his voice oddly soft, almost crooning. “We were going to have fun, you and me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work. You were going to come to me for protection. I was going to give you time to do it, let you turn yourself over to me.”
I couldn’t help but watch him now, listening to his horrible, hideous words, his hand working his cock.
“I had it all worked out. I’ve waited for this for some time now. I can be a patient man. You were going to come to me.”
I couldn’t help it, my eyes widened. I shook my head no. That would never have happened. I never would have thrown myself at this man’s feet. I never would have given him control over me. He disgusted me to the core.
His empty hand balled into a fist. “But then someone got in the way and gave you back your ranch. Someone changed the plans. But I don’t let people do that to me. I don’t let people take what’s mine.”
He leaned toward me and I could smell his rank breath. “It’s much better now, Kara. This way, I get to force you. I’m going to like it so much more. This way, it’s going to hurt.” His eyes glittered with excitement and arousal.
My head shook no again, my breath coming faster, fear thrilling through every limb. He took it all in, breathing in my fear and getting harder, wanting me to fight it, hate it, struggle against him.
“This could have gone the easy way. I was so close. You had no family. No home. Desperate. Just how I like it.”
The goon still held the knife in his hand. He breathed heavy, open mouthed, eyes feasting on my breasts while he held the weapon. I watched it in terror.
Lymon followed my gaze. “Give that to me.” The goon handed it over and Lymon grasped it. One pale hand on his erect penis, the other on the handle of the knife, he appraised me.
“You’re a little slut. I can see it in your eyes. I know what you want.”
Sweat broke out on my brow as real panic hit. This man wanted to hurt me. He wanted to terrify and torture me and I couldn’t stop him.
“You’re a little whore, aren’t you, Kara?” Now he stroked the flat side of the knife as he stroked his swollen, fleshy cock. The man was insane. I could see it in the cold, emotionless way he watched me. Completely unhinged. “I have big plans for you,” he assured me. “I know what whores like.”
I whimpered and twisted in my seat. I needed to get away. He terrified me.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Kara. You’re going to bleed. But first you’re going to suck some cock.”
No, my struggles grew more urgent. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t do it. I wasn’t capable of taking him in my mouth.
“Yes, you’ll suck me like a good little whore,” he calmly answered my physical protests. “But I also like to watch. I want to watch you struggle until you give up. See you get humiliated. He’s first.”
The goon took a heavy step forward as if he’d been waiting for this, dying for the command. With beefy hands he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to his ankles. His meaty dick sprang out hard and he palmed it as he walked toward me.
I gagged and twisted my face away. I couldn’t do this. I wouldn’t do it.
“Untie her mouth and make her suck you,” Lymon commanded, moving his chair closer and to the side so he’d be at just the right angle to watch. “And come all over her tits,” he ordered. “I want to see that.”
The monster came toward me and stood close, nearly suffocating me with his bulk as he leaned over to unfasten my gag. The second he did, I had plans. I’d sink my teeth so hard into his penis he’d never be able to use it again.
“Wait.” Lymon spoke just
as he was about to undo the knot. “This one’s a biter,” he observed. Suddenly, I felt the cold jolt of metal against the soft flesh of my breast. I looked down and saw the flat side of Lymon’s knife pressed against me. “If you bite him,” he hissed. “I’ll cut you.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head to look at him. “Do you understand?”
It all hurt so much, his tight grip in my hair, my wrists and ankles bound, the fear of what they were doing to me. I whimpered and nodded.
“Good.” He gave me a cruel, tobacco-stained smile. “Now show me what a good little slut you are and suck his cock.”
CHAPTER 7
Declan
I didn’t know how long she’d been gone by the time I woke up. One minute I was lying there, dead asleep. The next I jolted up, balancing on my feet ready to fight. I knew something was wrong. I don’t know how I knew, but I did.
I’d heard a car leave the property, I realized. That was the noise that woke me up. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad had happened to Kara. It was more than just waking up with her not by my side. Rationally, I knew she could have simply gone up to the big house for a change of clothes or some coffee. But my gut told me otherwise. I pulled on my jeans and bolted outside.
No sign of Kara. I ran up to the main house to make sure, knocking and calling her name like a maniac. No answer. Her truck sat parked where it always had been. Racing back to the cabin for my boots and shirt, I grabbed my cell phone and called her number. No answer. I stepped outside and could hear her phone ringing through an open window in the house. She’d left it behind. That’s when I knew with every bone of my body, something bad had happened.
I found old Bill in the barn and scared the daylights out of the man. He hadn’t seen me in six years and now here I was, my shirt unbuttoned and hanging out over my jeans, unshaven and crazy-eyed back at the ranch yelling about Kara.
“I haven’t seen her this morning,” he apologized. “What’s the matter?”
“I heard a car leave,” I insisted.