Page 11 of Their Stolen Obsession
Disgusting pig.
“We’re ready to get her all nice and wet. Right, baby?”
Panicked, I backed up and Zane’s solid chest stopped me. I stared up at him, wide-eyed, and I swear I saw concern, but it was gone in the blink of an eye. He pushed me off him like I meant nothing, and I tripped, falling to the ground. The impact knocked the wind out of me, and my skinned knees throbbed with pain.
Zane stomped toward the men and warned them, “Clean her up.That’s it.Got it?”
One nodded.
The other raised his hands. “Relax. We get it.”
Zane rumbled a small growl of annoyance before he turned around and left with mybucket. He didn’t even look at me cowering on the cement as he passed by after his rough mistreatment. Strangely enough, I wished he’d stay. Sure, he wasn’t nice, but he wasn’t as overly mean as the rest of the bunch I had encountered. Something about that guy stood out from all the others, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.
My attention turned back to the two men I had been left with, and I sized up each one. They were both brawny motherfuckers who I imagined were jacked up from steroids. One wore an unflattering shirt with foliage on it like he was about to go on a Hawaiian cruise, while the other wore a silky purple shirt. Both had tight black jeans on and had bling on each of their fingers, for Christ’s sake! These idiots wore more jewelry than I had ever owned.
The man with the vacation shirt nodded at me. “Why don’t you lose the undies?”
“No,” I argued.
I stood up off the ground and wrapped my arms around myself. Exposure, vulnerability, and degradation left me far too weak. I wasn’t getting naked with these assholes anywhere near me. They’d have to make me.
“Fine,” the other man said as he stepped toward me and reached out to grab me with his greedy hands. “I’ll gladly do it.”
I threw a punch, hitting him right in the nose.
“Fucking bitch!” he groaned in pain.
He slapped me. The blunt force sent me flying backward onto my ass. Seething, he glared down at me with a slight tinge of blood trickling down from his nose. My strike didn’t faze him, but his blow to my face made me dizzy, and I didn’t realize he had grabbed a fistful of my hair until more pain set in. The agony of several roots leaving my scalp made me yelp, and he yanked me up off the cement.
“We told you to get undressed!” the other man roared as he tore my bra off and exposed my breasts to them.
“No! I don’t—” I never got to finish because the man struck me again.
This time, I got a punch to my abdomen, but he held me up by my hair. The blow took the wind right out of me, and I came back gasping for breath through the pain. Uncontrollably, tears fell down my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop them. The agony was far too great and black dots danced in my line of sight.
Another yank to my hair as he pulled my face back to stare at me in the eyes. “Take off your dirty underwear.”
His order fell flat. I wouldn’t listen to them, no matter how hard they tried. I knew if I did, they’d rape me and if I didn’t, they’d still do whatever they wanted to me. Once Zane left the room, I knew histhreat meant shit to them. These two assholes would force me to do anything they wanted, but I wouldn’t let them get away with it that easily.
“Hold her still, Steve!” one shouted as he reached for the elastic band of my underwear.
“No!” I yelled as loudly as I could, and I thrashed my legs.
One foot connected with his junk, and he cursed. The cuss echoed throughout the room, but I didn’t stop fighting. I kicked, screamed, and was close to biting the man holding me by the hair. But my resistance was no use once Steve sprayed me with the cold water from the hose.
Stunned, I had my panties ripped off by those two fucking scumbags who laughed at me. Their evil snickers made me weak as they let go of me and hosed me down right in front of them. The force of the spray bit at my tender flesh. The chill of the water made me hyperventilate, and I wrapped my arms around myself. I had nowhere to go as they doused me like a wild animal with the spray until their torment finally stopped.
“There. The bitch is clean,” Steve groaned as he moved toward me and unzipped his jeans. “But I don’t think she’s wet enough yet.”
Steve pulled out his dick, and he was disgustingly rock hard. He strokedhimself, making me sick to my stomach as bile collected in my throat, and I held the puke back to think straight. I bit my lip, desperately trying to come up with a way out of this, but the other guy in the shitty vacation shirt blocked my only way out. They locked me into a cramped space with each of them in front of me and a workbench behind me.
I had nowhere to go.
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Their Universe
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