Page 4 of Ensnared By Silence
He lowered himself to the floor and pressed a small compartment under the seat before pulling out a small bottle of whiskey, wiggling his eyebrows as he opened the bottle and handed it to me. I took a small sip as his lips wrapped around my nipple and he hiked my dress up. Pressing his hardness into my aching center, I took another tiny swallow, and felt the liquid fire burning as he rocked his hips against me.
“Do you want some?” I asked, handing him the bottle. With a shake of his head, he returned the cap and placed it back into the compartment.
I looked at him with confusion and he pulled my dress over my exposed breasts as the limo turned into the long driveway to his house. He sat next to me and I righted my dress as he adjusted his erection. I bit my lip and let my gaze lock with his as the car slowed in front of the house. He wiggled his eyebrows up and down before we came to a stop.
Opening the door, he helped me out as I steadied myself on the four-inch heels I insisted on wearing. Nodding to the driver before the car pulled away, he wrapped his arm around me as we ascended the stairs. Unlocking the door, he helped me over the threshold and linked his fingers with mine as he tugged me behind him.
His parents were upstairs, and from the sound of the TV, they were watching the news. Being as quiet as possible, we maneuvered through the house and into the backyard. Tucker moved into the pool house last summer after we started dating, so it was no surprise when he walked me past the pool, keeping an arm around me on the uneven gravel. My head was floating from the whiskey and I smiled up at him as we got to the front porch of the small house. He opened the door and helped me into the living room.
I sat down on the couch, the room tilting to the left, and I rested my head on the back, willing the alcohol from my system. The glass of champagne and two shots of whiskey were hitting me harder than usual. I drank water at the bonfire and usually avoided more than a drink or two.
“You’re so beautiful,” he remarked as he removed his shirt and tossed it onto a chair in the corner.
“Thank you,” I slurred and blinked my eyes, fighting the heaviness that pushed at my brain.
In my sleep-addled brain, I swear I heard Tucker say, “Fuck, I can’t wait to shove my cock into you.”
He may talk dirty, but he was never crude or crass like some of his friends, and I tried to blink away the sleep threatening to pull me under. I closed my eyes for a moment and a pleasant darkness surrounded me as I heard shuffling in the room.
Grunting and panting pulled me from the half-asleep/half-awake state I found myself in, and the first realization I experienced was the rocking and pushing against my body. I knew someone was on top of me and I could feel their dick inside, thrusting painfully with no regard to my pleasure. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t seem to open my eyes. I was aware of what was happening to me but couldn’t lift a finger or utter a word to stop it.
The sound of the door opening was clear as day and I felt my head lull in that direction, still unable to open my eyes fully. Slivers under my eyelids showed two shadowed figures enter the room as the person on top of me continued to use my body for his enjoyment. The sound of slapping skin echoed into the room and the part of me that still trusted people died right there in that moment.
“Damn, Tucker, I see you started without us,” a voice laughed out, and I heard a zipper opening. “Fuck, she’s got great tits. Fuck her harder. I wanna see them bounce.”
Tucker hammered into me and my rapid heart rate was clearing the fog I was trapped in as he violated me. It’s a depressing reality to know this wasn’t the first time I was abused like this, but I prayed it would be the last. I could survive whatever was about to happen, but I knew I would never be the same again.
“You know I wanted a taste before you wrecked her,” Tucker’s voice replied with a chuckle and he thrust his hips faster. “Tonight’s ourlast night together, so I wanted it to bespecial.”
The three voices laughed, and a piece of my soul died right there in the pool house. I trusted my boyfriend to take care of me, not drug me and take advantage of me while I wasn’t able to say no. He took a choice away from me and my eyes burned, but no tears fell. My heart was beating out of control as I felt myself being carried into another room and they shifted me from my back to my front, Tucker now underneath me. My head was resting on his shoulder and I was dead weight on top of him as he used me in front of his friends.
“We’re not going to wreck her if you dosed her properly. In fact, she won’t even know we were here,” another voice reasoned, and I felt someone push against my back.
My brain was screaming no, but my body wouldn’t respond as I felt the person under me spread my ass cheeks apart and a glob of cold gel landed on my untouched ass. I didn’t recognize the voices, but I tried to latch onto anything I could.
A hardness pushed at my ass and the burning sensation shot through my legs and spine as he thrust into me, splitting me apart. He groaned and Tucker continued to work his hips, pushing more of himself into me. The pain was extreme, and tingles were working through my limbs as whatever Tucker gave me wore off.
“Fuck, her ass is amazing.” The person behind me grunted as he worked himself in and out faster and harder.
“Let’s see how her mouth is,” the third voice said, and the person behind me gripped his fingers into my hair, pulling my head up painfully as another hand gripped my jaw and forced my mouth open.
Someone pushed their dick inside my mouth as the three of them cheered, “Fuck, yeah. This bitch is airtight. I’ve wanted to do this since the day you brought her home.”
Raucous laughter rose as they continued to abuse me, gripping my hips to the point of pain and injuring more than my body as they each found their release. One by one, they withdrew from me and left me covered in their release, lying across the bed, naked and alone.
“Let’s grab a drink and a smoke before she comes to,” Tucker urged, and when I heard the outer door close, I felt a whimper rise from deep in my chest.
Tears fell from my eyes as I slowly blinked away the fog I was swimming in, trying to get back to the surface. Everything hurt, and with slow hands, I reached between my legs and could feel fluids covering me. I prayed they didn’t cause too much damage as I delicately pushed off the bed, my eyes sensitive to the light shining in from the living room.
I could see the three of them puffing on cigars by the pool and I stumbled before falling back onto the bed. The room was spinning, but I was able to find a bottle of water on the dresser. Swallowing deeply, I quenched my thirst and washed the taste of the man’s release from my tongue.
With each swallow, my head cleared more and more, and the laughter from outside made me freeze. Glancing through the curtains, I watched as the three of them toasted, and when I saw who was with Tucker, the fire inside turned from steaming to boiling. His older brother, Wesley, and his best friend, Jared. They were in college, and I always felt uncomfortable when they came home to visit and I went to see Tucker.
I silently grabbed my cellphone and began recording as they joked about triple teaming me, joking they should have invited a few of Wesley’s other friends to join the party. Silently, the tears fell as Wesley pumped his hips and laughed. Tucker and Jared slapped palms together as the last moment I captured broke another piece of me, forcing the pain into a deep crater in my soul.
“It’s not like anyone’s going to believe her if she remembered anything. She’s just a piece of foster trash from the Flats,” Tucker cackled and I turned the recording off, immediately saving it to my cloud drive.
I considered Tucker to be a friend and now realized he was anything but. Reaching into his closet, I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt I left after the last pool party and pulled them on, having to take a minute after each movement to keep myself upright. Whatever they gave me was still lingering, threatening to pull me back into a conscious abyss.
