Page 12 of Force of Nature

No, no, stop, I don’t want this. Not with them. Not like this…

I cried out in pain as Martin bit my nipple, putting an end to my internal shame spiral. My dad cursed loudly, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him again. Not when there were so many strangers’ hands and mouths on my body. Zeb pulled away, holding up his fingers, tinged red with my blood.

“Proof is in the pink,” Zeb crowed. “Prepare to pay up, big guy.”

“Not so fast,” said Ox, having moved closer. “I’m going to need independent verification.”

Ox’s thick fingers forced their way inside me. Duke jumped at the chance to shove his tongue down my throat again just as I was starting to sob. It was all too much. I felt like a rag doll. I wasn’t a person to these men. I was a thing to be used. Abused. Violated.

When Duke finally let me breathe again, I noticed that Zeb was standing back from the others, unzipping his pants.

Oh my god.

His erection was pointing straight at me. I told myself to look away as he began to stroke it, but I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I’d never seen a man get hard in real life before. I didn’t want to be even remotely curious about this monster’s anatomy. But there it was. I watched him through wet eyelashes while the other men stepped away from me. I nearly lost my balance as Duke let go of my hair, and I was forced to depend on my own strength to stay upright.

“Since you’re a virgin, I’m going to assume you don’t know what to do with this,” Zeb said with a smirk. He stroked himself faster, his gaze roaming across my body. “It’s simple, baby. First, you’re going to get down on your knees, right next to dear old dad over there, and then you’re going to suck my cock.”

I took an uneven step back, but Duke was right there to stop me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his palm on my stomach. In his other hand, he held a knife in front of my face.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” he rasped in my ear. “Guns are good for crowd control, but I’ll tell you, this knife is my favorite toy. If you don’t do what Zeb says, I’m going to start carving pictures into your pretty, virgin skin. How do you think Daddy will like that?”

The look of dread on my dad’s face told me exactly what he thought of that potential scenario. My stomach lurched at the idea of taking Zeb’s cock into my mouth, especially in front of my dad, but I knew there was no point in refusing. If I didn’t do it willingly, they would make me do it. Still, even though I hadn’t refused, I wasn’t submitting quickly enough for the men’s liking. Duke shoved me toward Ox, who dragged me over to my dad and forced me to my knees.

“Scooch over,” Zeb said. “Get nice and cozy. I want him to be close enough to hear you choke on it.”

I chanced a glance at my dad’s bruised and bloodied face. It looked even worse up close. The skin around his eye was swollen and there was dried blood from his nose stuck to his facial scruff. Thankfully, the bleeding seemed to have stopped.

“It looks worse than it is,” he mumbled, but I suspected he was only saying that to make me feel better.

Zeb grasped my chin and forced me to look at him. I flinched at the sight of his erection, so close to my face. “Open up. And watch your teeth if you want to keep them.”

Zeb wasted no time pressing the head of his cock between my lips. With his hand at the back of my head and his dick in my mouth, I braced my hands on his thighs to keep my balance. But there was nothing I could do about the speed and force with which he drove into my mouth. I let out a muffled cry of surprise and tried to pull back, but Zeb just chuckled.

He held my head in place and began to pump his hips, hitting the back of my throat with every pass. I tried to push him off, panicked by my inability to breathe, but that did nothing to deter him. All I could do was open my mouth wider and try to pull in some air every time he pistoned back. Within seconds, I was a drooling, gagging mess.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. My jaw ached. Zeb was already moaning, clearly enjoying himself, while I was trying to keep my dinner down. It was horrible, but I just kept telling myself that I had to get through it, give them what they wanted. If they got what they came for, they’d let us go.

I had to believe that.

At some point, I felt the heat and pressure of my dad’s leg pressed against mine. I knew it must have been torture for him to watch them hurt and humiliate me. But even that slight touch was enough to reassure me that I wasn’t alone in this. We would do what we had to do to make it out of here alive. Together.

It seemed to take forever for Zeb to finish, and when he finally did, he buried himself in my throat and held me in place for a long moment, cutting off my air supply. I slapped his thighs as black dots appeared in front of my vision. I frantically tried to shove him away, but it was useless. I thought I was going to suffocate.

I heard my dad say, “She can’t fucking breathe,” before I felt the splash of wet heat at the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it all. It was either that, or choke.

Finally, Zeb released me, and I fell back onto my bare ass, gasping for air.

“Are you okay?” my dad asked. “Willow, look at me.” But I was too ashamed to even look in his direction, much less respond.

“I think you were right, Duke,” Zeb said. “She’s definitely worth all of this effort.”

“Told you,” Duke replied, crouching down beside me. He cupped my cheek, running his thumb over my swollen lips. “God, she’s gorgeous when she cries.”

His voice was almost tender. I met his cold, bottomless gaze and felt my insides clench up instinctively as his lips curved in amusement.

“There’s just one thing we need to figure out,” Duke continued. “Who’s going to be the first to test drive this cunt?”

“No,” my dad said. “You don’t have to do that. You’ve fucked with us and had some fun.Just let us go. We won’t tell anyone.”

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