Page 41 of Keeping Her Under
“Then you’ll let our friend here fuck you.”
“W-what?”
“Did I stutter?”
She freezes as she stares up at him. Her face is twisted with so much shock, confusion, and fear. “I don’t want to fuck him.”
“Then that means you choose death.”
“I don’t –” She starts to sob again. “Please. Please don’t make me do this.”
“I’m not making you do anything. The choice is yours.” He stands up and moves away from the bed. “You can let him fuck you in the ass or pussy. You can choose missionary, doggie, reverse cowgirl – whatever you like the best. Everything’s up to you.”
“It’s not!”
“You have thirty seconds to choose.” He pulls out his phone and puts on the Jeopardy theme song. As the seconds play down, he turns to me. Our eyes meet, and he wordlessly asks me if I need to step out for this.
But despite the sickness crawling across my skin, I keep my feet rooted. For Summer, I will face all the darkest parts of me. So I can be better when she wakes. So I can become strong enough to face her demons rather than leaving them to Asher.
She is mine, and I will be the one to protect her.
Shifting his eyes to our hostage, my cousin grins. “You get a choice too, Doty.”
Dad of the Year. Cute. I look at him dryly. He winks at me before focusing back on “Doty.”
“You can either fuck her, or we can chain you up with the other dogs.”
He shrinks against the wall.
The Jeopardy song’s final note plays.
“Times up.” Pivoting on his heels, Asher lifts his gun and points it at the woman.
“I’ll do it!” she shrieks as she throws her arms over her head. Sobs wrack her, but Doty ignores her tears and shucks off his jeans and boxers. He jerks himself as he walks towards her, getting himself hard.
“Wait!” she says on a shudder. Sucking in a deep breath, she rolls over onto her side, then her front. She pushes herself up onto her hands and knees, then slides down her sweatpants to reveal a pink lacy thong. “Please let me keep them on,” she begs.
“Every choice is yours,” Asher assures her.
Doty climbs onto the bed. His weight makes it creak. Her fists dig into the blue sheets. He grabs her hip with one hand and his cock with the other.
“Not my ass!” she shrieks as she jerks forward.
I shock Doty through his collar, and he stiffens on a groan. When I release the button, he falls on top of her. She cries quietly as he takes a moment to breathe.
Asher cocks the gun, and the two of them jump back into motion. Grabbing his cock, Doty tugs on it, getting himself hard again. The woman pushes her ass towards him.
“Go in slowly,” she whispers.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
Leaning over her again, he lines himself up with her pussy. He pushes in the tip, and she makes an uncomfortable noise. Grabbing both her hips, he slowly pulls her onto his cock. She whimpers. He grunts. She takes him inch by inch until her ass presses against his stomach.
“Remember the choice is to fuck him, not to be fucked,” Asher says. “So make sure to show some enthusiasm.” He’s pulled out a phone and has been recording them since Doty first stepped up to the bed. My cousin walks around to get a shot of her face.
She starts to cry even as she gets into a rhythm. The slapping of their hips is making me sick.
Although I knocked myself out with either drugs or alcohol before my mother’s boyfriends crept into my room, I often woke up to that awful sound. The lights were off. I kept my head on my pillow. Their body pressed down on me, but I was numb. I could not feel them sliding into me, but I could always hear that fucking sound.
