“Hold her, boy. Fuck her face. Hold her head.”
He couldn’t fight as the threat of what they would do was there. Stroking his fingers through her brown hair, he held her and slowly started to thrust between her lips.
Fear filled her eyes as one of the men grabbed her hands off him, and held them behind her back.
“Fuck her face, or do you need me to force it?” The inked man put his hand on the back of her head and started to force her to take him.
He hit the back of her throat, and she gagged. He wouldn’t let her stop though, and made her take more.
Skye couldn’t take it, and he moved out of the way just as vomit spilled up. She emptied the food they’d been given onto the floor.
“Ungrateful bitch.” The man grabbed her face and rubbed it against the vomit. “Sick slut. You need to learn to swallow cock.”
Noah tried to stop him, but he was held down. His cock stood out, and he hated his reaction, was sick of himself.
The men who had rubbed her in vomit, picked her up and stripped her clothes off, and Noah watched as he shoved her into another room.
“What is he doing?” Noah asked.
Panic filled him as he heard the sounds of flesh on flesh.
Skye’s screams. It went on and on, and he had to get away. To help her.
He couldn’t do anything. Helpless. So fucking helpless to what was happening.
Seconds passed. Minutes. Why did time seem to go so incredibly slow? He couldn’t handle this. It was too much.
Just as he was about to lose his mind, Skye appeared.
Completely naked.
Her skin was red as she’d been slapped. Her ass, her back, her stomach, all of it was covered with welts.
He couldn’t believe what he saw.
The inked man grabbed her and positioned her over the desk, locking her into place. Her ankles were secured so that her legs were splayed. Next, her hands were held open, and Noah shook his head as the man gripped her ass and spread her wide.
“Come on, boy. Come and fuck this pussy.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“You think you’re in a position to question me?”
“I’m not going to hurt her. I’m not going to rape her.” Noah couldn’t do what they wanted him to do.
The inked man smiled.
“Okay. I know how to handle this.” The inked man let go of her ass, and Noah watched as he went to the small cupboard on the wall. “You’re the star of your high school. You’re used to having guys and girls look up to you.”
He watched as the inked man took down a paddle from the cupboard as well as some lubrication and a dildo.
Noah could handle anything they threw at him. He was a guy. Skye was just a girl. She shouldn’t be here.
The inked man didn’t come toward him though. He stepped to Skye and hit her hard with the paddle. Her scream filled the room.
“Stop it,” Noah said.
“I don’t hear that. I hear you refusing to do as I say. When I tell you to do something and you say no, this is how you’re going to get punished. I’m not going to hurt you, Noah, I got a feeling you can take it. I’m going to hurt her. Every single bruise, cut, broken bone, or pain she suffers, is your responsibility. So, tell me, Noah, how is it going to be? You going to make me kill her?”