"Do not touch me," I growled. Georgie chuckled and motioned and Christopher to let go. Slowly his arm withdrew and I straightened myself out as I stood face to face with the eldest of the three.
"If Clyde had handed you over to me in the beginning, you would not speak to me like you did just now," he announced. My stomach felt like I'd swallowed lead. I was weak, sore, exhausted both mentally and physically. I wouldn't doubt I was dehydrated as well; but as I stared into Georgie's eyes hatred flared hot and bright in my mind and I leapt at him, thumbs jamming into his eyes hoping to pop one or both before he could pry me loose. But he was quick, and before I could apply enough pressure he was dangling me by my wrists. Which was pretty painful all on its own.
"I find it almost cute how strong you fight, desperately clinging to hope and failed strength. We have proven over and over that we're stronger, faster and smarter than you. You'd think by now it would sink in." I spat in his face and swung my foot. Georgie swung me before I could connect and let go. I landed hard on my side, crying out when my hip and shoulder slammed into the wooden floor. Grabbing a handful of hair he made me stand facing an empty horse stall. Using his body weight he held me there while he struggled to restrain my hands. He grabbed the rope dangling from the stall door and started to wrap it around my wrists, one at a time so that my arms were slightly above my head and stretched apart.
I fought with strength I didn't think was possibly left in me, but it was useless. Georgie was almost twice my size and defiantly stronger. I pulled against the ropes, but the knots were too tight and too complicated. I felt him grab the back of the wedding dress and rip it down the middle. He reached around and pulled the collar from the front, exposing my chest. With both arms wrapped around me he grabbed my breasts in his hands, squeezing as hard as possible, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. His lips brushed my cheek as he leaned his head forward and inhaled sharply.
"C'mon Skye, struggle harder...It feels so much better when you're fighting it." I felt nauseous when he rubbed himself against me. I swung my head back and was rewarded with a sharp pain as I connected with his cheek. He grabbed the back of my head and slammed it against the stall door. His large hands grabbed my hips and I felt him spread my cheeks and I realized what his course of action was to be next. I recalled how I'd felt earlier that day, tied down, helpless as Clyde had his way with me and I begged pathetically for him to stop. I grit my teeth as I felt him pressed up against me. He was taunting me, hoping to entice a better response but I was determined to give him none.
"Do you want some Vaseline?" Christopher asked, making himself comfortable in one of the folded chairs.
"I like going in dry, makes their pain all the sweeter," Georgie replied, then slammed himself straight into my backside. Gritting my teeth was no good, I screamed as agony rippled through my body. My mind screamed at the pain, it was like a flashing sign was going off in my head, telling me to move, get it out. It wasn't supposed to be there, it was too big, it hurt, and oh god it hurt. I tried to kick him but he kicked my feet further apart and I was confident he had to have torn something. I could feel parts of my body rip, stretching to accommodate him. I shook my head, reduced to tears in a single instant.
"Mmm so tight Skye, guess this holes a virgin too," he muttered, than quickly withdrew. I gasped, relief flooding my senses rapidly followed by apprehension. Georgie didn't hesitate as he began pounding in and out of me, hands wrapping around my neck, squeezing around the front. He'd choke me long enough to where I'd hover just about the brink of passing out than he'd let go, moving his hands back to my breasts where he'd twist and pull on my nipples. His hammering stayed the same, hard and fast, never relenting for a single second. He was punishing me; I felt it in every molecule in my body. This was how he made his wives submit, this had to be how he broke them. I could hear his heavy panting as he worked himself closer and closer to finishing.
Christopher seemed pretty content in just watching; eyes open wide in fascination at the scene on display before him. I felt mortified, not only was I being raped in the ass, but Christopher was watching like it was his favorite TV show. I screamed out my rage and Georgie grabbed my hips bruising them as he grunted one last final time, body freezing as he pressed his full length into me. I sobbed as I felt his release; I could feel his member pulsating as it milked itself of every last drop and he pulled out with a moan. I dangled there, legs uncooperative to support my body weight as I tried to take in what had just happened. I felt a sting as he gave me one good slap on the rear, zipped up his pants, nodded at his brother and left.
"Now you're all mine," Christopher announced as he stood and slowly walked closer to me. I trembled as his hand reached out and smoothed away the hair from my face.
"You look worn down Skye, how long do you think you can keep fighting us? We'll never let you go...Clyde doesn't want to really kill you so you'll just keep getting beatings after beatings after beatings. Nobody can fight forever..." he announced. I closed my eyes tight blocking out his voice. I was Lindsay, not Skye. I had 2 parents who loved me, even if they didn't always show it. I had a younger sister named Rachel and a little pug named Athena. My boyfriend was Mark; we were going to college together in the Fall. I wanted to be a Veterinarian that focused on farm animals because I had a love for horses.My best friends name was Annabelle. I repeated this to myself; I didn't want to forget who I was. Where I came from, the plans of where I wanted to go. I didn't want to become like Sarah and Ruth who blindly accepte that this was their life now, or like Maggie who had forgotten her own name.
"Skye, you're not passing out on me, are you?" I opened my eyes and glared at him.
"You're all making the biggest mistake of your lives by doing this to me." I replied coldly. He laughed, as he stood behind me. His hands were soft and gentle as he started to caress my skin. Goosebumps spread as he slowly traced my flesh with his fingertips. His hands were tender as he cupped one of my bruised breasts. His finger gently circled the nipple making it perk up in response and he started to roll it between is finger tips. Small currents of electricity shot through the lower parts of my body and I frowned. It felt good, it didn't hurt at all. His other hand came around and started to mimic the actions of his first hand. A moan escaped me and I felt horrified. What the hell was happening to me? He continued to lightly roll and tug, exciting interesting responses from my body. His right hand trailed its way down my chest and past my stomach, my heart beat faster and I found myself holding my breath so tightly it hurt my chest.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me." Instead of a growl my voice came out in more of a whimper. Christopher chuckled and I could feel his now bare chest against my back, his skin hot to the touch, his laugh causing his chest to rumble against me. He kissed my neck, soft and gentle, causing the hair on the back of my arms to rise and I shivered. He leaned close enough and took my earlobe into his mouth where he gently nibbled and sucked on it. I shook my head away, mind feeling a bit dazed.
"Stop!" But he wasn't listening. His hand ventured lower, fingers gently spreading my lips apart just enough he could slid his fingers in between and I almost jumped at the feel of him so intimately pressed against me. He started to gently massage me, fingers moving in a circular motion and my knees buckled. This was like nothing I'd felt before. I found my body betraying me as it started to grind against his hand, aching to feel more of him. I violently shook my whole body, shoving him away from me.
"Just do what you came to do and leave me be," I yelled.
"Where is the fun in that Skye? I can show you so much pleasure you won't want to leave." I felt petrified at the thought, how could my body like it? How could it betray me so easily?
"I don't want it," I replied stubbornly. Christopher pressed me against the stall door and he slid a finger inside me groaning as he did so.
"Already you're hot and wet and I've barely started. Sex doesn't have to hurt Skye, you can enjoy it if you just relax and let yourself." He slid a second digit in and started pumping his fingers in and out, using his thumb to rub against that sweet spot. I closed my legs tightly, holding his hand frozen in place and felt the tip of a knife against my jugular.
"We can also do this the hard way Skye," he warned. I opened my legs back up and he picked up momentum. I cried out and he buried his fingers down to their last knuckles as I moaned. I felt a tightness in my belly and found my hips flexing against his hand. I was not only enjoying his touch, I wanted more of it. Christopher seemed pleased at my response and gladly used his hand to manipulate my body.
