Page 10 of Behind the Masks
“Like a slutty little puppet,” the guy said as his fingers tightened on my chin. I tried to pull away but he tsked me, pushing my head down so my cheek was pressed hard into the ground. “Be still. If you fight us, I’ll have to tie you down.”
It was a strange sensation. My pussy burned from the stretch, but once the hand was all the way inside, I felt his fingers tickling my inner walls as he explored. I didn't expect it to feel good, his hand moving in and out as he kept stretching me, his free hand on my clit as he worked towards getting me off.
There was a sharp crack on my ass and I tightened around the hand, making the guy curse as he moved a little faster. Sounds left me that I didn’t even know I was capable of, my fists clenching by my sides.
When I came, his hand moved in and out furiously, my voice cracking as I screamed.
That was the last thing I remembered.
Chapter
Three
My whole body ached as I sat up in bed, and if my pussy and ass weren’t so tender, I would have thought I’d been dreaming.
How had I gotten home? Why did I feel clean?
I sniffed my hair to find it smelled like my shampoo, telling me I’d showered.
Had I been drugged? Why didn’t I remember getting home and showering?
I got to my sore feet and almost fell over as my legs shook slightly, stumbling out to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.
I looked like shit, wincing as I brushed my hair to try and look a little more sane.
Once my teeth were brushed, I padded out to the kitchen to find Warren, Kaye, and Alec drinking coffee. As usual, Kaye got up and poured me one, bringing it over to me as I sat at the table to join them.
“How drunk did you get?” Warren muttered as he ran his gaze over me with a frown.
“I told you, she didn’t,” Alec sighed, putting his elbows on the table to study me. “Tell him, Rose.”
“I didn’t get drunk,” I agreed, sipping my coffee. “You guys all look fine this morning. Behaved?”
“I got called into the gas station and had to leave to cover someone’s shift,” Warren grunted with annoyance, flicking his eyes to me. “The guys said they kept an eye on you. Was that true?”
I couldn't exactly say they were lying. If they’d been watching me, I definitely wouldn’t have been railed on the ground among the sticks and leaves by three strangers.
“Yep,” I answered, my back going straight when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“Hope you fuckers saved me some coffee.”
Slowly, I turned, finding a guy I’d never seen before. His black hair was a mess from sleep, and as much as my eyes wanted to drop down his bare chest to inspect his sculpted body, they were stuck on the ink on his neck.
Be the storm.
“Put some clothes on, dude. My sister’s here,” Warren grumbled, his friend finally looking at me.
It was him. The talkative guy who’d been dirty talking to me in the woods while he and his friends railed me.
His mouth curved into a dark smirk, my pussy clenching at the memory of his hands on me.
“Doesn’t look like she minds.” He stepped closer, holding his hand out to me to shake. “I don’t think we’ve officially met. Zack.”
“Rose,” I managed to say with a straight face, shaking his hand. His fingers felt like I remembered, his voice hitting me straight in the core as his green eyes burned into me.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
“Absolutely not,” Warren scowled, moving to swat his friend's hand away from me.
