Duke holds out a beer to him. He pops the top off the bottle and takes a drink, his eyes hollow as a doll’s. “I’m done with her,” he says with a shrug. “Do whatever you want.”
His words slice jagged lines through my heart. How many times has he said I’m his, times I didn’t appreciate, times I fought against? I didn’t want to be his plaything. Now I see what a fool I was. Belonging to Royal, letting him own me, being his Dolce girl, his little slut, even his plaything, is the best thing that could happen to a girl like me. My mother is right. I should never have shot for the stars, never believed I deserved better. I should have taken what I was given and been thankful. But I wanted more. I aimed too high, and like Icarus, I’m freefalling with nothing to catch me.
Baron steps toward me. I curse and writhe, yanking at the ropes until I feel them burning my skin, tearing it. “Let me go,” I scream, spitting like a cat, twisting away when he comes at me.
“Don’t worry,” he croons. “You’re going to love this. You wanted it in the basement, but you couldn’t do it because you were with Royal. But now you’re not. You can have what you always wanted—all three of us. Just like a Swan.”
“You said you wouldn’t overpower someone, that you liked the challenge,” I blurt, grasping at straws, at anything that might help me reach the boys inside these monsters.
“Oh, it’s a challenge,” Duke says, stepping up on my other side. “I’m gonna make you cum, baby. Anyone can fuck a bitch. Making her cum is the real challenge.”
“I like to win,” Baron says. “You fought hard, but we won. Now we claim the spoils.”
Baron takes out a knife and cuts the hoodie off me while Duke wrestles my jeans. I kick out, hitting his mouth with my knee. His nose is already bleeding, and I feel the crunch of his teeth with satisfaction. But as hard as I fight, they get me stripped.
“Shut her up,” Royal says, leaning on a tree and taking a swig of beer, a slightly annoyed expression the only sign of humanity on his face. “She’s used that lying mouth for the last time.”
Baron cuts the hood off my sweatshirt and pulls it down over my face, wrapping a length of rope around it. I start to thrash. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. When I try to scream, he pulls the rope tighter, so it cuts into my mouth, binding my jaw open. He wraps it around tight until I’m gagged. I try to breathe through my nose, through the fabric. Not to panic and pass out.
I won’t cry again. I promise myself that. I will endure it, and I won’t give them the satisfaction of more emotion. They prowl around me, touching me, Baron’s fingers warm on my cold skin, Duke’s damp from the beer bottle. My skin crawls, and I bite back a whimper. I’m exposed, like I was on that basement floor. But this time, Royal isn’t stepping in.
“Who goes first?” one of them asks. “Or should we both go at once?”
“Flip a coin?” the other says. I realize that without seeing them, I can’t tell them apart. I don’t know which is which. Panic hit me in relentless waves.
I shudder as I hear a soft clink. They chuckle. And then a pair of hands falls on my hips. I bite down on the rope, willing myself not to make a sound.
“Look at that ass,” he says. “I’ll fuck that later.”
“We’ll flip on that, too.”
“I don’t need to make you cum,” he purrs in my ear. “I like going in dry.”
He pushes me against the tree, holding me pinned. I think it’s Baron. I hold onto that, some small familiarity that makes it less frightening, knowing who it is. I hear him unzip, feel the terrifying heat of his cock against my skin. He kicks my feet apart and positions himself between my thighs. I want to believe it isn’t real, that Royal will stop them like he has every time they joked about this. He has to. At the last second, he’ll stop them.
But he wants this. He told them to take me.
Baron thrusts up into me, and I choke on the gag, shocked at the pain when his thick cock forces its way past my clenched opening. “Oh yeah,” he groans, reaching around my body and sliding a hand between my thighs, touching every part of me while he thrusts into me from behind. “Pussy this good is worth the wait, isn’t it, little darling?”
Tears of pain pour from my eyes, but I don’t make a sound. I’m not crying. It’s just the sting of pain making my eyes water. I focus on breathing as he drags himself out and thrusts deeper, working his way into my dry flesh that feels like its tearing to shreds with each thrust. It feels like a splintered broom handle is reaming into me. I bite down on the rope to keep from screaming.
“Keep going,” Duke says, his voice heated, right next to my ear. “Get her ready for me.”
“Christ, she’s so tight I can hardly get in,” Baron groans, thrusting to the hilt inside me. “I’m gonna wreck her cunt so hard.” He fucks me harder, holding my shoulders to the tree while he drives into me. To my relief, I feel myself slickening his cock, easing his entrance.
“Holy fuck, look at that, she’s bleeding like a virgin,” Baron says, his voice rough with lust. “It makes me so fucking hard. I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum inside her,” Duke says. “I want her dripping for me.”
“Where else would I cum?” Baron asks.
They laugh.
I bite down harder when he cums, slamming me against the rough bark of the tree. “God, she feels so fucking good.” He groans the words, grinding into me, his hips against my ass, little bursts of liquid heat filling my burning insides. He didn’t wear a condom. He’s stripping my dignity, doing the most intimate possible act to me, not with me. He violated my raw, unprotected core, like he’s entitled to it.
“Dude, it’s my turn,” Duke says, pulling him off. “I’ve waited too long to feel that sweet pussy milking my dick.”
I think I make a sound, but it’s lost behind the gag. My brain is reeling with shock. I can feel Baron’s scalding cum trickling down my cold thighs, and revulsion wracks my body.