Page 56 of Orion Ruined

My heart thumps in my chest and tears prick my eyes. I feel sick, like my head will explode from the tension. Here I am again, like a petrified deer surrounded by hyenas. I ran away to avoid this.

Someone behind me grabs the neck of my t-shirt and tears it in half. They all pull on both sides while I struggle to fight them off. I am left without a top on and I cover my breasts, frozen in fear.

“Check out her bazookas! Shotgun!”

People yell and jeer. I try to run away, but they’ve formed a circle around me and are pushing me from one person to another to do what they want with me. Fear coils tightly around me as I realize how useless I am, how powerless to fight back. There are too many.

“Let me go,” I whimper as two girls grab my arms and lift me, while the man who was with Kai earlier hooks his filthy fingers into my jeans and panties and takes them off, even as I kick him.

“Make sure the sneakers stay on. It’s my initiation gift to her!” Natasha yells.

Kai must be around. He must be close. “Kai! Help! Kai!” I scream gutturally. I’m not giving in, not today, not ever.

“Cover her mouth!”

A girl rips up a tablecloth and tries to tie it across my mouth. A few of them restrain me while I bite and kick, but I’m overpowered. The courage is sucked out of me like a vacuum when the girl headbutts me, incapacitating me for a moment, which gives them enough time to bend me over a table and tie my arms and legs to it. I choke on the terror penetrating every pore in my body at the horror I know is coming. “Please, God, I don’t want this, please, God, please,” I hear myself muttering.

“How many can your sweet little pussy take in one go, Em? I bet all of us!” someone behind me sneers. “We need someone at her head, to check her holes thoroughly if she wants to become one of us, right?”

Their words send chills down my spine. I hear laughter. Girls like me are helping them. They are pushing them into this, watching the show, seeing me helpless.

I’m tied to a table. Perhaps it would be best if I just closed my eyes, but I can’t. I look back once last time and raw panic sets in, my heart thundering. This is it. Everyone has undressed and they’re pumping their cocks. I give one last pull on the restraints, trying to tear my arms and legs free, shaking like a live wire.

I cry, I beg, and end on a sob. “Please, please… don’t.” My words don’t make sense. They come out unintelligible through the gag that was put on me.

“You knew our initiation rites. You got to be taken for a test drive by everyone in here, Em.” Natasha’s smug voice makes me sick. “Or maybe Kai forgot to tell you. Shame. Don’t worry, you’ll get over it. We all have.”

She nods at someone behind me and just as I feel his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, I hear a gunshot, followed by a thud on the floor.

I lift my head and look back. Kai. I start crying in relief, the sounds muffled by my gag. I want off this table.

He glares at everyone, crazed, a rabid dog. Totally unpredictable in his nature.

Panicked, hushed whispers rise from the group. They turn to each other with fearful eyes.

Natasha looks shaken. “Y-you killed Rocco.”

“Isn’t the rule, whoever brings a chick here gets to fuck her first?” Kai demands.

They’re all silent. I’m crying. I don’t want to be a part of this. I just want to go home.

“Right. So what the fuck d’you think you’re doing to her?”

Silence.

“W-we thought you already fucked her.”

“Everyone who touched her, step up.” Kai’s cold, calm voice is scaring even me. “If you groped my girl today, step up!”

A man steps forward.

“What did you do?”

“I grabbed her tits.”

Kai points his gun at him and shoots him between the eyes. His body drops to the floor with a dull sound.

“He can’t do that!” someone whispers.

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