Betrayed

“Shit man, she seen our faces. We had to bring her here. We figured you’d know what to do.”

Pete, who had been silent until now, asked, “What do we do, Jase?”

Jase’s answer sent cold fingers of fear down Brook’s spine. “Well, she won’t be leaving here alive, that’s for damn sure. So…let me think a minute.' He paused. 'I guess we might as well have some fun with her before we dump her ass. You know me; I never waste a good piece of meat.”

There were sounds of movement. Horrified, Brook realized they were coming for her. Jase’s next words confirmed it.

“Not so fast boys, I’m first.”

Brook shoved the door closed and pressed into it with all her might, but she might as well have saved her strength. It was pushed open effortlessly, and all three men entered the room. Jase reached for her.

“Welcome wagon’s here to greet you,” he drawled. “We wouldn’t want you to feel neglected, now would we?”

Chapter 6

On the road home, Lance drove a little faster than usual, until the pavement ended and road became rougher. Then he slowed a bit to accommodate the uneven surface and ruts. Although it was chilly, he had his window rolled down and one elbow resting on the door, breathing in the clean forest air. It was his tonic, his drug of choice, with its many invigorating and mysterious nuances.

Just after the switch, a flash of blue caught his eye in the trees. Glancing in his rearview mirror to make sure the road was clear, as it usually was; he stopped his truck on the narrow shoulder and got out. Hiking a short distance into the woods, he located the item he had spotted. It turned out to be a tarp tangled in some brush. Inspecting it for damage, Lance was pleased to find it was in nearly-new condition. He folded it up and carried it to his truck. Lucky find! Lance knew he could put it to use.

Crawling back inside the cab, he continued up the mountain. Overhead, clouds obscured the sky and cast the landscape below into gray shadow.

Chapter 7

Brook screamed and held her hands in front of her, palms out, pleading, “No, no, no, please don’t do this. All I want is to leave. Please let me go. I'll keep my mouth shut, I swear! Please!” Jase grabbed her jacket and tore it from her shoulders. Her blouse quickly followed, ripped open and torn away like tissue paper from a gift. She dropped to the floor, arms crossed over her bra-covered breasts. Filled with dread, she pulled her knees to her chest and curled into a ball.

“You need help?” Pete asked Jase, excitement lacing his voice.

“Hell, no,” Jase said as Brook huddled on the floor, staring up at him through her hair. He slid his shirt up over his head, revealing a chest nearly devoid of hair. An intricate tattoo of a bizarre creature with a snake’s body attached to a woman’s head ran up from his right nipple around the back of his neck, ending on his left shoulder. “I got this licked.”

He reached down and yanked Brook roughly up by one arm, bruising the soft skin. Seizing a handful of her hair, he pulled her face forward and mashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Brook gagged and pounded on his chest. Reaching upwards, she tried to pry his hand from her hair.

 From somewhere in the house came sounds of fury; things being thrown around, breaking glass, and thuds. Gina muttered expletives just loud enough to be heard.

Jase grinned at Pete, holding Brook easily with one hand. “It sounds like your old lady is having some fun, too. Hand me a blade.”

Brook’s eyes grew wide with terror, and she quickly lowered her hands to her side. “You don’t need to do that. Please.”

With a cold smile, Jase reached back and Pete laid a knife in his hand. Brook struggled to break free, but Jase tightened his grip on her hair and flipped the blade open. “Better hold still,” he sneered, “or I might slip.” Brook froze as he slid the cold metal beneath the front of her bra and sliced though the silky material. The knife did slip, leaving a thin red line below her breast. She cried out.

“Oops,” Jase said in a mocking tone. Then his mood darkened. “You ain’t hurt bad, bitch. I’ve had worse cuts shaving.” He closed the knife and tossed it back to Pete, who opened the blade and wiped it clean on his pants leg before returning it to his pocket. Brook followed the movement with her eyes, wishing she could get her hands on the knife. But she was defenseless.

Covering her breasts with her hands, she begged, “Stop! Please! Don’t do this.”

Jase released his grip on her hair and moved her hands out of the way. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard. “Ohh, yeah!” he said. “Ain’t these nice?”

“Damn right they are!” Pete boomed. He and Benny watched Jase’s moves, their eyes burning with a strange light. Jase lowered his head, and buried his face between her breasts while Benny whooped his appreciation in the background.

Nothing in Brook’s life had prepared her for what was happening. She felt the intrusion of his skin against hers, smelled the patchouli he wore, and felt revulsion crawling inside her like worms. She reacted without thinking of the consequences; she hit, slapped and pushed on his head. Shoving her hands roughly aside, Jase pressed her down onto the mattress, falling on top of her. “Give me back those tits,” he leered and lowered his mouth to her chest.

Lapping at the knife wound, Jase smacked and slurped. “Yummy! Nothing like fresh blood.” With a grin, he stuck out his tongue, revealing the slick red coating. He bugged his eyes at her and laughed satanically.

“Don’t scare her too bad, man. We don’t want her pissing herself,” Pete said with  a smile, his yellow teeth catching the weak light from the window. His voice trembled with excitement.

Brook rained blows on Jase’s head and shoulders  with her small fists. Jase ignored her and sucked roughly on her breasts, chewing at her nipples.

“You’re hurting me,” she moaned. “Please stop!” She tried to push him off, but it was like trying to move a concrete post. Desperate, she pinched the skin on his neck, pulled his hair, and squirmed in an attempt to slide from beneath him.

“Holy shit, she’s a fighter!” Benny exclaimed, obviously pleased. “My kinda woman. That’s right, sugar! Don’t make it too easy on him. Make him work for it, baby!”

Brook’s heaving body and flailing fists finally angered Jase. “Hold the fuck still.” He pulled back and threw a punch to her stomach. “How the hell am I supposed to fuck you when you’re flopping all over the place?”

Brook sucked for air, finally drew a breath, and groaned. Pulling up onto his knees, Jase reached for the waistband of her pants. Brook got a foot up and kicked, leaving a bloody gouge across his abdomen.

“Fuck! You stupid cunt.” Jase struck her in the face with his fist, and her senses reeled.

“Ah fuck, dude!” Pete protested. “Did you have to hit her so hard?”

Jase, breathing hard, stared down at Brook. “I barely tapped her.” He turned and yelled at Benny and Pete. “Make yourselves useful. Get those damn shoes off this bitch and one of you hold her arms, or I am gonna beat the shit outta her.”

Glad to participate, both men dropped eagerly to the mattress. Benny grabbed the shoes from her feet, running his hands over her legs. He rubbed the bottom of Brook’s foot against the hardness of his crotch, but quit when she regained some of her senses and kicked.

Pete wrestled Brook’s arms over her head and captured both of her hands in one of his. Leaning forward, he tweaked her bruised nipples with his free hand, pinching and pulling on them. Gasping, Brook tried to pull her arms free, but Pete merely tightened his hold.

Jase ripped off her pants, with Benny helping free her legs from the torn fabric. He flung them across the room and then made short work of her panties. Reaching for his fly, his dark eyes glinted with anticipation.