Wicked Ways (Dark Hearts Book 1) Page 5

  Another man slapped up onto my pussy and asshole – Dirke. Then he unclipped and took off my bra. I glimpsed Madoc patrolling the outside.

  Whimpering and off balance, I was shocked again and again by the effect of Reuben’s touch. Dirke’s muscular arms crossed my chest and he grabbed at me, pulling me into his body and hanging onto each bared breast as if they were trophies.

  “Can I fuck her first?” I could hear the grind of his teeth, feel the dig of his jaw on my head and smell him. Dirke’s body scent was as strong as a feral animal’s.

  When he tightened his hold, I gasped. The rope creaked from the strain and my mouth stung from the burn of the rope. He’d deliberately pulled my body downward.

  Madoc circled beyond Reuben, fascinated, his gaze roving over every aspect of the scene but coming back again and again to my mouth where the rope etched into the corners of my mouth. The small sharp fibers of the hemp were wearing away skin.

  I tasted blood and groaned, trapped, absorbed in the surreal weave of pain and pleasure evoked by his ability. They could do anything and I would like it. Giving in to that was hard to do. My body, yes, but the logical part of my mind was sobbing at the dichotomy of this humiliation that was tearing me in two.

  Madoc had stripped, as had Dirke. Hard cock slid along my seam then nudged at my ass.

  That I was wet enough to make that feel good, to make me hear the slippery sounds – that seemed the worst of all this, that Reuben could arouse me so easily.

  Rapt in what was being done, and in my reactions, he’d not looked away, once.

  “Yes. Go ahead. Fuck her ass. Dry.”

  I sucked in a shaky breath. No.

  The chuckle from Dirke was evil. “I would if I could, but she’s too wet.”

  Eyes shut, I felt him probe at me again. A shock from Reuben’s hand seemed to liquefy my groin. When Dirke’s cock slid into me, forcing wide my asshole to what seemed its very limits, I whimpered and tried to bow my head, only to be stopped by the rope. My gasps sawed at my ears. The pleasure was extreme and ratcheted upward fast, as he shoved further inward. A climax threatened. My legs shook. My hands grabbed at air and I whined through teeth, past sodden rope.

  Reuben slipped two fingers into my pussy, exploring me while whispering dirtiness.

  “That’s it. Take it. Take that big cock in your ass. Your ass is ours.” He kissed me turning his head and biting my lips and nose and chin while he piled on more words. “Our slut. Our wet cunt. Our asshole. You can come now. Come. Now.”

  He crammed more fingers into me, maybe a thumb too, stretching my entrance, scratching me, but nothing mattered, and I strained, gasping, nothing mattered except the pulse from his hand that sent me...

  I jerked frantically into a full-blown orgasm that lasted ages and had me shuddering, my heart pounding like a rockstar drummer. My ass and pussy squeezed down onto Dirke’s cock and those mind-bendingly, amazing, fucking fingers.

  I moaned, eyes shut, mouth feeling torn, with Dirke’s cock inside me triggering more tiny climaxes. If he let me go, I’d hang lifeless, begging for more.

  “Madoc.” I heard him say. “Come here. Fuck her too. When you’re done, we’ll give the neighbor a treat.”

  As I opened my eyes to summon a protest, Reuben’s glare shut me down. Cloth was wrapped over my head, over my eyes, and knotted roughly. My sight was limited to what I could see between the buttons fastening a man’s shirt.

  They hoisted me up, with their hands beneath my thighs. A man, Madoc, it must be, found my entrance with his cock and began to fuck me there. The only part of me still held by Reuben was my arm, which he had by my wrist. That possession of me, along with being blinded and tilted into whatever position they wanted me in, it muddled my head. I’d have trouble telling up from down.

  They alternated shoving in, Madoc with his arms beneath my thighs, taking my weight, exposing me so they could both reach me. When they speared into me to the very deepest, at the same time, I shuddered, and a second later, writhed squeaking and choking into yet another orgasm.

  While the men continued to fuck me, I calmed into a shivering wreck. Their thrusts thumped into my flesh and I heard their gasps, muffled by the cloth, as their own pleasure mounted.

  “You’re getting so well fucked, ass and pussy.” Reuben’s voice, dripping with lust. “Unstick yourselves, you two. I want her down and tied over there, by the neck.”

  Thankful for the respite, rasping in air past the rope and finding cloth suctioning onto my nose and mouth, I let them manhandle me. They untied me from the perch and led me blinded, over a few yards of the pavers, before forcing me to hands and knees.

  Where drool fell from my mouth, the shirt was thoroughly wet. The rope slithered from my mouth. I exercised my jaw. A husky thank you fell from my lips before I realized the ridiculousness of saying that.

  Someone chuckled. Already they circled my neck with the rope and were cinching it tight enough to hold me in one place. To either side, my forehead butted the bars; my temples pressed against cool metal.

  “Open your mouth,” Reuben commanded from in front. He must be on the other side of the birdcage.

  I opened. Someone fiddled with the shirt then ripped the gap wider where it was buttoned near my mouth. They put my mouth to the bars then tied my head in place.

  The rope at my neck... If they did that badly...

  “Keep it open.” Reuben entered my mouth, pushing inside me an inch, surprising me with the taste of a man in my mouth. My sexual places reawakened, as if I was a machine that only needed this, him. “Do her ass again,” he added, hoarsely. “Fuck. Your mouth...”

  “Mine this time.” Madoc. Demanding his right. I knew their voices.

  An unnatural lust possessed me. I arched my back, offering myself, wriggling my butt. Where was my shame? But I craved, I needed.

  Unnatural. Perverse. I spluttered and sobbed around his cock, shaken, exhausted, but wanting to be used so much.

  “Good little slut.”

  “She’s in the zone,” someone said softly.

  Fastened in place by my head bound to metal, my mouth filled, I drifted in a haze of euphoria. My legs and arms trembled.

  The rustle and slick sounds of a condom being unwrapped and rolled on accompanied Reuben’s impatient and rhythmic invasion of my mouth. Seconds later, my asshole was penetrated, slower than Dirke’s fucking of me there, but the cock was bigger.

  At my groan and my teeth clamping onto his shaft, Reuben must’ve reached through the bars. He grabbed my hair and some of the shirt in one fist. “Careful, my little cunt. I know the man is big but you’re not to bite me...much.” He laughed and slid in farther, cutting off my air.

  I wriggled, gasping, accepting I was a sacrifice to their carnal needs and could only take what they gave me – one cock plundering my mouth while the other violated my ass.

  “Don’t you dare come,” Reuben muttered.

  Oh. I whimpered but obeyed, as they fucked me and came and withdrew.

  The end was accompanied by slow and distant sound of clapping. Had someone been watching? They unraveled rope and shirt from me, wiped me down, then left me curled on the warm but gritty pavers, exhausted, quivering, and hurting.

  Blinking slowly, unfocused, I stared along the ground.

  There was blood mixed with the cum and drool smeared on the paver before my nose and I was so far gone I had no idea where it had come from.

  “I think we’re finished with her,” someone said.

  “For the day,” someone else added, voice ripe with amusement.

  “Yeah. For today.”

  I shivered. He’d had to tell me not to come. Where was I going? What had I done? Would any shred of my soul be left when they threw me away?

  There must be more than this in my future.

  Chapter 10

  Mister Black

  I had her address and I had Reuben’s address, and I knew she was at his house, but finding out what he was doing to her w
as difficult. The place might not be Fort Knox, but it was a private dwelling surrounded by high, solid-stone fences. A drone would be nice. A private investigator with secret agent skills would be better.

  I was dreaming. I’d do more waiting and pray the man let her out alive. Being man zero seemed to have gained me the upper hand with my awareness of other mesmers, as well as my powers. If anyone ever grew more accomplished, I’d have trouble, but for now I was king.

  I could possibly get into her head and overlay any commands Reuben had inserted. All I needed to verify that was her in my hands.

  Maybe under my foot. The image of that, my foot on her hair, played into my fantasies. A new woman could stir me no matter how many females I’d had in my grasp, or how many my cock had been inside.

  I had to remember why I needed her, though. To help me kill the others.

  Chapter 11

  Zorie

  I heard the men talking as they walked away, felt the metal points of something under my naked shoulder, staples perhaps, and the cold flatness of cardboard boxes. Staples – I’d remembered the word. My mind was ticking over again, though I wished I could’ve stayed in that mindless, ecstatic place I’d been in for what could have been hours.

  They’d kept me for days, made me answer any phone texts to reassure my friends – one of the ironic and tragic benefits of holidays. No one thought I’d done more than taken a well-earned, impromptu break.

  The sky was framed by the opening of the dumpster in which I lay. They’d dropped me in here like garbage. He’d told me he’d see me again, soon. I ached, everywhere, but in particular between my legs and on my breasts where they’d bitten and clawed at me.

  Cum was cooling on my face and in my hair, on my breasts even. I wore nothing, though he’d thrown my clothes in after me, my pretty white dress and panties and bra. This bin was in an alley near my home, he’d said.

  He despised me, threw me in here, yet he wanted me again.

  Jewel-struck pinpricks in the black, so high above.

  I blinked at them, as if the next blink would reveal something else.

  That those stars were the same ones I’d seen before seemed impossible.

  The worst of it? I’d loved what they’d done to me, these last days, but I was going to accomplish worse. I craved going back to him.

  At least now I knew I could store the hate inside me, beneath the craving, and he couldn’t tell.

  How had I not seen this disaster coming? It seemed wrong that I’d not sensed this. A cataclysm should give more warning signs.

  Tears formed at the back of my eyes and I couldn’t, yet, cry them out.

  Chapter 12

  “Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth.” - H. P Lovecraft

  Zorie

  When I was sure the only sounds in the alley were those coming in from the road – passing cars, distant voices, and the tap of people walking, I lifted myself with my hands on the metal edge. I peered out. Nothing and no one, only the dim light from an aging fluorescent above a door to the left with STAFF ONLY written on it. This was behind the local supermarket.

  I dressed in my panties and bra then used the dress to wipe myself down. The tears were coming now, silent, unheralded, as if the tears of someone else. If anyone saw me, it was going to be obvious that I was a wreck – that I’d been in an orgy or worse. This wasn’t me. Not my life.

  All my questions were piled up in my head and I refused to think of them.

  They could wait.

  I’d get past this. Sneak in back home. My purse was here too, and inside were my house keys and my phone.

  Ignore stares. Walk fast and get home. Just do this.

  But it would happen again if I couldn’t shake loose from him.

  Shut up. I steepled my fingers on my forehead.

  Compartmentalizing, I was queen at that.

  Terrifying myself by agonizing over ramifications could wait.

  I draped my dress over the rim – couldn’t climb in that, then searched with my bare feet for the highest part of the cardboard stack. No shoes meant the occasional staple poked at my soles. My heart was pumping under high pressure. My systolic and diastolic readings would give my doc palpitations.

  I tried to get a leg up and over only to have my shaking arms fail.

  Fuck.

  Sniffing back the clog of tears, I clung to the dumpster edge to regather myself. Gym clearly hadn’t worked. I could do this. Walking along the street covered in cum wasn’t as bad as being found trapped in an industrial bin.

  Do this.

  I straightened.

  “Zorie? I can see you. It is you?”

  Oh god. Grimm’s voice.

  Unsure of what to do, I sank until my eyes were just above the rim.

  He was silhouetted against the brighter lighting of the street and approaching.

  He stopped when he reached a spot a yard away.

  “You need me to call the cops? The text message said you’d be here. I’m guessing you didn’t send it, from what else it said.” He heaved out a breath but his face was in darkness.

  Damn. Reuben must’ve set this up. What had he told Grimm? I rested my forehead on the metal and closed my eyes, feeling weakness sway in. “What...do you want?”

  “To help you. They’ve left you in a bin with no clothes on?”

  I almost giggled. So polite. He couldn’t say naked?

  “Let me call the police.”

  “No!” That answer had shot out before I could think, but it was right. He mustn’t.

  “No?” The silence was long, painful.

  “No.” Because I couldn’t say a word to them anyway.

  It hit me then – the reason why Reuben had told Grimm. It was to show me how little control I had, and how rigid his was over me even when he was absent. The bastard.

  “Help me out of here. Please?”

  “Sure.”

  After some wriggling and painful maneuvering over the edge, I dropped to the ground. Without saying more, I pulled the dress on, having to tug to get it to travel down my sticky body. I picked up my purse, clutching it as if by doing so I could make things be normal again.

  Practicality was needed. No-nonsense behavior.

  “I need to get to my house with as little fuss as possible.”

  “I’ll help you get tidier and drive you back, but you’re letting me into your house, to talk.”

  Was Grimm my babysitter? He was helping me, though. He was being nice. I needed nice, even if thinking about sharing what had happened to me, in any way, had the same effect on my stomach as screeching chalk. If anyone to do with the university board found out, it was possible I’d be censured for conduct unbecoming. I’d lose my job. All my life’s achievements would be gone.

  I gnawed my lip.

  The hurt behind my eyes intensified into pain.

  No. Stop this...thinking. I ceased breathing for a few seconds and settled calmness into my mind.

  “Just help me, please?” I met Grimm’s eyes for the first time, though his face was still mostly in darkness.

  “I will. My condition stands.”

  Whatever.

  “Let me look at you.” He positioned me in the light then adjusted my dress, my hair, and even took his shirt off to wipe my face, before he redressed himself.

  I couldn’t meet his eyes. This was all so caring.

  He probably thought me a piece of shit and I couldn’t understand myself or what I’d allowed to be done, not at all.

  “No shoes. Can’t fix that. That’s the best I can do. Come on, Zorie, let’s get this over with.”

  The time was late, traffic was almost non-existent, and the street was empty of people. I felt awful sitting in his pristine Honda Prelude with my matted hair and sticky dress and body.

  The keys rattled when I tried to unlock my front door. I was trembling. Inserting the key into the lock took so long Grimm asked if I needed help. I sh
ook my head, making strands of my hair stick to my mouth, and then I had to pull them away. The key finally decided to go where it should. I let out a relieved breath.

  Grimm followed in after me and shut the door. Getting him to leave would require yelling. I didn’t have the energy.

  Showering brought back memories of doing the same in Darwin – washing away the dirt while the awful memories played in my mind. The bloodied, cum-and-dirt-stained dress drew my eye to where I’d left it on the bathroom mat. I couldn’t keep throwing away the clothes he fucked me in...they fucked me in.

  Facing reality ramped up my fears because that meant I’d given in. Meant I knew it was going to keep happening until he said it had ended.

  When I emerged from the shower, I stepped around the dress, but the pooled cloth was a gravestone erected on the remains of my life.

  I will survive. I will stop this. I will.

  There were no clothes in the bathroom so I traipsed out wrapped in a towel to rummage for a pair of tights and a long T-shirt in my antique chest of drawers. Summertime yet the night air made me shiver.

  Grimm was standing in the open doorway. Seeing him made me halt and wonder. With my damp feet on the floor and only a towel around me, at any other time this would be insanely intrusive. Tonight, though, and when he had that little line of worry between his eyes?

  “Want me to make coffee? Tea? Something mind-blowingly alcoholic? I can even do hugs.” He assessed me, not smiling, waiting.

  Hugs? Male contact would make me shudder. I gulped. Saw him properly. He looked amazingly normal even in his rumpled shirt. Time, finally, slowed. This was now, not some chaotic horror movie.

  Poor man. He was a saint, really.

  I had to face this and he wanted to talk to me, so why not try? “Tea. Yes. Thanks.”

  “I’ll bring it up here?”

  I nodded. Why not? If I couldn’t trust Grimm, I was truly fucked. I needed someone true and honest. Tears threatened, but I refused to let them come.

  I needed a cave of comfort and my bedroom had always been my safe zone.

  After I dressed in the bathroom, I walked out and perched on the bed then slid up to the pillow area, wriggling, until my back and shoulders were against the pillows. My wet hair clung to my skin. For now, I could manage keeping my head up. The heat of the shower had ushered in exhaustion.