sweet and slick moisture, reminding me why I had come undone earlier, why sex was still somewhere in the back of my mind: because he was good, because I was craving his attention, because I wanted to feel wanted and lusted after again.
But this? It was like he was trying to be doubly cruel now, to make up for any bit of kindness he might’ve showed me. I was his fuck toy now, not his lover.
“Oh, the humiliation, Rosalie, what have you gotten yourself into, girl?”
I tried to wriggle away, but there wasn’t anywhere on the table that he couldn’t reach. I wanted to speak out, to make him stop, but I was afraid my voice would betray me worse than my cunt, which was wetter than before. I did not want to show them my need, my intense want, the lows I would sink myself down to, just to feel warm again.
“When else will we get an opportunity like this? Look, she’s fucking wet, she’s a total slut,” he said to the others, and slid out a very slick-looking finger.
I wanted to die. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.
Rosalie the slut.
Yes, I guessed that was me.
I wanted to get fucked. But not like an object.
“Stop it, Colt, why are you doing this?” I begged.
“You were begging me to just recently, and your pussy still craves my cock. I think you’re insatiable, and I’ve brought my friends to help you… enjoy your time with us.”
“No,” Brooks said, and for a moment, I thanked God for His mercy. “She’s the reason Krista is dead and Milo’s going to grow up without a mother. She’s just a tool. We’re going to dispose of her in a few days, as soon as my son can eat something, anything else. Fucking leaves if that means this murdering bitch is out of our lives.”
Colt shook his head and resumed prepping me for sex, his merciless hand fondling and touching my lower body, teasing me, spreading my slickness all over my belly, thighs, anywhere his hand could reach, while his mind was on more important things: convincing his friends to gang up on me and take advantage of my defenselessness.
It was a thought that was both intoxicating and offensive. I wanted this experience, I wanted to have all their attention on me, but to worship me, not debase me, not humiliate me.
Brooks only refused because he hated me – a thing I hadn’t imagined I could ever be grateful for.
“So, what? You’re saying we’ll be taking turns with her?” Lincoln asked, and I did not like how interested, almost eager, he sounded.
“Have you ever fucked a human woman? They are damn tight and so much more sensitive. Look,” Colt said and pinched my nipples.
I screamed out.
“See? And I barely squeezed them. Bitch is primed and ready to get fucked.”
Lincoln whistled. “Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”
I threw visual daggers at him. I was not an object.
“I swear to God, if you guys do this…”
“If we do this, what, you little cock-hungry slut?” Colt mocked.
“Stop calling me that! I am not…”
“Not dripping wet? I can see your cunt spasming, hungry, needing to be stuffed.”
My cheeks reddened, and I was silenced, because yes, I could feel it myself – the shameful desire growing inside me with every insulting and humiliating word and gesture. I wanted more of what he had given me. I wanted to get fucked and taken to heights I had never reached with Jack. But I could never – would never – admit to it out loud.
“Fucking bastards, get off me!” I screamed when I saw Lincoln was starting to get undressed. “I will not be gang raped!”
“Oh, but is it rape if you fucking want it?”
“I do not!”
Colt grinned and lowered himself between my legs, licking me again. I was so turned on by his fingering that his mouth only needed to apply a few teasing sucks and bites, and I was coming undone for him again.
“Say how you hated that, slut,” he laughed.
I chose not to answer. How could I when I had just come again in such a humiliating way? I liked it, alright, but they… they were wrong, they were beasts!
“Not going to join?” Lincoln asked as he walked toward me, though headed to the other end of the table. I started struggling. If my words wouldn’t reach them, then maybe my actions would.
“No. I won’t. She’s a thing, a dead thing. Have your fun,” Brooks