“Shellie, please. Fuck. Someone,” Meghan pleaded.
“Two,” Ryan screamed as he looked at his watch.
“Shellie!” Meghan screamed.
“One,” Ryan looked up from his watch and into the room.
“Fuck it. I’ll go,” a voice echoed from inside the concrete room.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
UNCLE JOSH
THIRTEEN. Meghan’s uncle Josh, in his early thirties, walked into the spare bedroom of his home at 2014 Mountain Road and closed the door behind him.
“If you’re going to behave, I will take the gag out of your mouth. Will you behave?” Josh asked softly.
Meghan, now thirteen years old, had been tied to the bed naked for two hours. Scared, tired, and feeling as if she had no other alternative, she stared at the typewriter on the desk and nodded her head slowly.
Josh knelt beside the bed, reached up over the comforter that was piled beside her and began to untie the bed sheet that was secured tight across her mouth. As he stretched his arm over her chest, his forearm brushed against her nipples.
As her uncle’s arm touched her, Meghan flinched. She had stayed at the home of her uncle each summer for two weeks while her parents vacationed. Each time she stayed, he sexually assaulted her for the duration of her time at his home.
Initially, as far as she could recall, the assaults had been oral. It started when she was nine. Initially, she was taught to perform on her uncle. Additionally, she was taught how to receive pleasure from him performing on her.
The mental pleasure Meghan received from the initial oral stimulation made her feel dirty and guilty. She lived with the guilt each time she reached climax. As hard as she tried to fight the feelings, they continued to come. Based on her fear of disappointing her mother, she felt that she must do as her uncle Josh asked; he was her mother’s only brother. Her mother cherished Josh, and Meghan’s denying his requests would certainly be a huge disappointment to both Josh and her mother.
The summer Meghan turned twelve years old her uncle began teaching her how to have sexual intercourse. The entire time spent at his home that summer was filled with sex. Meghan felt tremendous guilt following that summer.
Josh’s instructions to her, initially, explained her necessity to perform for him as he requested. Meghan felt that he was, after all, her uncle – and she felt guilty telling him no. He further explained it was an avenue for her to show him how much she loved him and cared for him. Her refusal would indicate a lack of love, Josh assured her. Her lack of love would be explained to her mother, who would be crushed. The sex, without a doubt, would be proof of her love for her mother as well as her uncle.
“God doesn’t want us to have hatred in our heart for anyone, Meghan,” her uncle Josh had told her that summer.
“If you don’t allow me to show you, it means you don’t love me. It means you don’t trust me. Meghan, it means that you don’t care. If you do care, you’ll do this for me. I don’t want to force you, you must let me. Do you understand?” he had asked.
Meghan agreed that summer to allow him to do as he asked. Now thirteen years old, she had a boyfriend. She felt differently about the sexual acts. And she began to feel as if what she had been doing for the last four years was wrong.
“Okay, now have you settled down?” her uncle Josh asked as he stood up, the bed sheet in his hand.
Meghan nodded.
Meghan watched as he removed his shirt and tossed it beside the bed. Meghan felt disgusted by his hairy body. As he rubbed the hair on his chest with his hands, she felt her stomach convulse and heave. She fought back the sickening feeling as he rubbed his hairy body.
“Are you ready?” her uncle smiled as he asked.
Desperately, Meghan wanted to shake her head and scream. For the last two hours she had been bound to the bed, her arms and legs tied. Naked, she lay on the bed, shivering and cold. She knew what she must do to please him. Pleasing him was a terrible necessity.
Meghan bit her bottom lip lightly and nodded her head.
“Say it,” her uncle demanded in a soft tone.
“I want you Uncle Josh,” Meghan whispered.
“No, say it louder. Like you mean it. Tell me what you want. You know the rules,” her uncle pleaded.
“I want you…” Meghan hesitated.
“I want you to…” Meghan’s throat felt as if it was full of dirt. Her words barely escaped her mouth.
“I want you to teach me,” Meghan muttered.
“That’s a good girl. You want me to teach you what, Meghan?” her uncle asked as he unbuckled his belt.
Meghan pulled on the restraints that bound her arms. The restraints were taught, and she knew that there was no relief to speak of. Her pulling against them was a reassurance that she couldn’t get away and she was forced to perform as he asked. She relaxed and sighed softly.
“Teach me how to make a man happy,” Meghan said softly.
“Okay, now all at once. Remember?” her uncle asked as he unbuttoned his pants.
Although Meghan was looking at the foot of the bed, and her uncle stood beside the bed, she could see his pants fall to the floor. As he began to stroke himself to erection, he waited for her pleadings.
Meghan stared beyond the foot of the bed at the typewriter that sat on the desk against the wall. As she focused in the typewriter, she began to speak.
“Uncle Josh, will you teach me how to make a man happy?” Meghan whispered.
“Yes, Meghan. Yes I will,” her uncle said softly as he climbed onto the bed.
“Now you know what uncle Josh needs first. Remember? We have to get him wet first. Open up,” her uncle explained as he straddled her neck and began to force himself into her mouth.
Meghan, with each stroke of her uncle’s flesh against her face, took her mind to a field of flowers in the pasture behind her parent’s farm.
They were sunflowers, and often as a little girl, she would run through the flowers and hold her arms outstretched, swiping the stalks as she ran. To her, the flowers were a scented manner of escape. The sweet smell of the flowers filled her lungs, becoming part of her. All of what life included stopped while she was in the field of flowers. While surrounded by the sunflowers, nothing else mattered. Filled with their scent, often she would turn and face the sun, and dream that she was a flower as well.
As Josh grunted, and she felt his weight upon her, Meghan held her eyes closed tight, and ran through the field of flowers with her arms outstretched.
Nothing.
Else.
Mattered.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MAKE IT A DOUBLE.
FOURTEEN. “You have to tell me how to do this, Dent. Because you sure as fuck aren’t going to show me,” Ami complained as she became frustrated.
Ami had dated Dent for just shy of a year. Their relationship was primarily sexual, which didn’t particularly bother Ami. In fact, considering all things, she enjoyed it. Dent left her with an amount of freedom that she was comfortable with, and enjoyed. The sex, generally speaking, was second to none, and Ami expected she’d have a difficult time getting better sex anywhere without a difficult time of trial and error.
“Jonny, lay flat on your back, and keep your cock stiff,” Dent said as he pointed to the bed where his friend lay naked.
Jonny lay back on the bed and stroked his cock with his hand, waiting for further instruction. Ami stood beside the bed naked watching Jonny stroke his cock. As he stroked his cock, she began to finger her clit, attempting to keep herself well lubricated. Ami’s sexual drive, by her own admission, was extremely high, and required a constant level of heightened sexual stimulation to keep her attention and maintain her desire for multiple orgasms.
As she inserted her second finger into her pussy, Dent began to bark out instructions.
“Now you’re gonna need to climb up on him and take that in your ass,” Dent demanded.
“Dent, I’m tired of your temper, and I will not take that in
my ass. I’m down for a double, I am. But you’re ruining it for me. One, you need to stop screaming at me. Two, I ain’t gonna take Jonny’s cock in my ass. It’s the size of my wrist and ten inches long. I’ll take yours in my ass and his in my pussy. That’s the deal,” Ami’s voice rose as she spoke.
“I ain’t letting him fuck that pussy,” Dent barked as he pointed at Ami’s crotch.
“Okay fine. No deal,” Ami said as she pulled her fingers from her pussy.
“Okay, fuck it. Fine. Get up Jonny. I’ll need to lie down,” Dent shouted.
Dent’s temper often became elevated for any number of reasons. Although he never hit Ami or caused her a tremendous amount of dissatisfaction, he had slapped her a few times. Slapping, to Ami, was not abuse. She viewed it, right or wrong, as part of doing business in a relationship.
As Dent climbed onto the bed, he grabbed the tube of lubricant from on top of the dresser. As he lie on his back, he began to stroke his cock and liberally apply lubricant as he did so. Within a matter of seconds, his cock was hard, and glistened with lube.
“No, get up here, and face me, and lower your ass onto my cock. When I get in that ass, let me get a few strokes. After I’m good and in her ass, Jonny, you get your ass up on my lower legs. My calves, whatever, facing me, and just straddle my legs. Just kinda stand there, squat, whatever,” Dent waved his hand over his thighs as he spoke.
“Then, you bend over, Ami. And lay your head on my chest or shoulder,” Dent paused and looked up at the ceiling.
As Ami listened she slid her fingers inside her now soaking wet pussy. The thought, to her, of having two cocks inside of her at once was a huge turn on, and not something that she had ever done. She and Dent had talked about this for some time, and now that the time had come, she was beyond ready. As she pressed her fingers up to her knuckles and closed her eyes, Jonny began to speak again.
“And Jonny will…” Dent hesitated.
“Fuck, are either of you two shit-heads listening?” Dent screamed.
Ami opened her eyes and looked at Dent as he sat up on the bed.
“Yeah,” Jonny said as he stroked his massive cock.
“Yep, got it,” Ami said as she slowly closed her eyes and tried to reach climax.
“You fuck bubbles. If you were listening, you’d know we got it backwards. Jonny, you got to be lying on your back. Same instructions, but you got to be in her pussy. You’re on your back. We straight?” Dent bellowed.
“Yep,” Jonny said as Dent slid off the side of the bed.
“Yeah. Straight,” Ami said as she opened her eyes, clearly frustrated at all of the yelling.
As Jonny got on the bed, Ami climbed onto the foot of the bed. As he stroked his cock, she climbed onto his thighs and immediately lowered herself onto the tip of his cock.
“Easy,” Ami said as she pointed to Jonny’s face.
He nodded and slowly worked his hips up and down.
“Let me do it, lie still, okay?” Ami asked.
Jonny nodded.
As Ami lowered herself onto Jonny’s massive cock, she immediately reached climax and shuddered from the orgasm. Feeling ecstatic and somewhat embarrassed, she closed her eyes, shook her head slightly, and smiled. Facing Jonny, with Dent standing behind her, she started lowering herself onto Jonny’s massive cock again. As she did, she reached in front of her hip with her hand, and started rubbing her clit.
“You go already?” Jonny asked.
“Yeah a small one,” Ami lied.
“You fucker. You never cum that quick with me,” Dent complained, still standing behind her..
“Well, his cock is the size of a fucking arm. There’s a huge difference. He hits spots you don’t,” Ami sighed as she lowered herself slowly onto Jonny’s cock.
Slowly, she found a rhythm that worked for her and felt comfortable. She bit her bottom lip as she had another orgasm. As she opened her eyes, she raised her left hand to her lip, pressing her index finger to her lips. As Jonny smiled, Dent climbed up onto the bed behind her.
“Okay, bend over,” Dent demanded as he pressed his hand in the middle of her back.
“Easy,” Ami complained as she slowly eased herself forward.
Ami leaned forward as Jonny reached up and began to squeeze her breasts. Continuing to slowly work her way up and down Jonny’s cock, she had another light orgasm. As she placed her hands on his chest, she felt Dent slide his lubricated finger into her ass.
“Oh fuck yes,” Ami cried as she bit her bottom lip.
Dent slid his finger in and out of Ami’s ass as Ami continued to ride Jonny’s cock. Feeling more satisfied from sex than she could ever recall feeling, Ami provided herself a mental nod of satisfaction for agreeing to allow Dent and Jonny to do this to her. As she began to tingle deep inside, she began to believe she was actually doing this to them.
“You ready?” Dent asked.
“Fuck yes. Do it. Do it Dent, fuck my ass,” Ami begged.
Dent slid his finger from Ami’s ass, and she sighed. Slowly and with care, Dent began to slide his rather large cock into her ass. As he did, she lowered herself to Jonny’s chest and moaned. As her breasts smashed against Jonny’s chest she looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Fuck me, Jonny,” she whispered into his ear as she gripped his shoulders.
As Jonny’s hips began to work up and down from the bed, Ami groaned and bit her lip. The level of satisfaction she felt from being stuffed with two cock s at once wasn’t double; it seemed to be ten times as heightened. As Dent slid his cock in and out of her ass slowly, Jonny’s cock pushed deep into her pussy. Deep inside, she could feel their cocks bumping against one another as they fucked her slowly.
“Oh God, I’m going to explode,” Ami growled into Jonny’s ear.
“Wait,” Dent begged as he increased his speed.
“Oh fuck,” Jonny moaned.
“Do it, fucking cum,” Ami begged as Jonny continued to press his massive cock deep inside of her pussy.
“Oh God,” Jonny moaned.
“Choke me,” she whispered into Jonny’s ear.
Jonny raised his hands to her neck and began to squeeze.
“Harder. Choke the fuck out of me,” Ami begged.
As Jonny’s hands wrapped tightly around her neck, she began to moan. She opened and closed her eyes as she felt herself beginning to black out. As she felt Jonny’s already massive cock begin to swell, her body began to unleash an orgasm that rang throughout her body from her nipples through her vaginal canal and into her ass.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum in you,” Jonny screamed as he squeezed her neck harder.
Jonny began to moan as his cock exploded inside of her. Feeling as if she been punched inside as he came with tremendous force, Ami hit his chest. Almost immediately, she felt Dent cum in her ass as he moaned in pleasure.
“Baby, I’m cumming in that ass,” Dent screamed.
As Jonny released her neck, she screamed in pleasure - feeling as if she had an orgasm that she was certain would end her life.
“Oh my fucking God!” Ami screamed as she squeezed Jonny’s shoulders and bit her lip.
The sensation filled her body and ran from her crotch to her boobs and back again, over and over - until it finally dissipated. Uncertain of the amount of time that passed, she opened her eyes and stared at the wall.
“Nobody move,” Ami begged as her body shook in climactic bliss.
As she lowered herself onto Jonny’s chest and closed her eyes, she felt as if she was somewhere other than earth. Her entire body shook and she exhaled and relaxed her muscles. All she cared to do was bask in this feeling and last forever.
When she awoke, the room was empty. Although this was unlike Dent, she wasn’t surprised. She expected that she may have slept for a considerable amount of time, and maybe the boys had left and gone to the bar.
As she stood, shaky legged and walked to the bathroom, she smiled, thinking of the next time they could fulfill this desire again. S
he truly felt as if she had used them for her satisfaction, and not vice versa. A she entered the bathroom, she saw a note on the mirror, stuck with soap, and drawn on paper with lipstick. She pulled the note from the mirror and read it.
Fucking slut.
Don’t bother.
As she shook her head and tossed the note into her trash can beside the toilet, she thought to herself.
The next man she agreed to be with would be different. A kind of different that made her feel comfortable. A man like no other.
As she sat and started to pee, she cried.
For the last time.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DYING TO SURVIVE.
FIFTEEN. “You fucking crazy, dumb, stupid fucking bitch. I ought to…” Elena stood on the floor and screamed at Shellie.
“Well, I didn’t want to die. I wasn’t going out there,” Shellie pleaded as she stood on the bench and pointed toward the door.
Filled with disappointment and anger, Elena felt as if her blood had begun to boil. She was certain if Shellie had volunteered to die next, she and Meghan could determine a means of escape. Now with Meghan gone, she had no avenue of escape or surviving. Elena knew that she would never voluntarily give her life to Ryan, and that he would have to earn her departure from this earth.
“Get down from there, you dumb cunt,” Elena screamed as she took a swipe toward Shellie’s leg with her arm.
“Stop it,” Shellie shouted as she kicked toward Elena.
Elena swung her arm toward Shellie’s leg once again, catching Shellie’s ankle in her hand. Gripping Shellie’s leg tightly, she tugged on it sharply, pulling Shellie down onto the bench. Shellie hit the bench with such force that she was momentarily disoriented. Now gripping both legs by the ankle, Elena pulled Shellie to the floor.
As Shellie flopped to the floor, her head landed hard against the concrete, befuddling her even more. As Shellie opened her eyes, she saw Elena bend over her and reach for her neck.
“You stupid fucking bitch, I ought to kill you,” Elena shouted as she grasped Shellie’s neck in her hands.