by Amanda LeMay
“You ought’a feel damn lucky it’s not you we got tied down here for once, you little shit.” Bobby laughed. “And if you want to keep it that way, you’ll sit back, enjoy the show, and keep your damn mouth shut.”
Apparently, even though DJ had come here by choice, he had become one of Bobby’s many victims and unless he fought back, there was little chance for escape. DJ’s eyes met mine. His mouth moved with a silent apology as tears streamed across the bridge of his nose.
I looked away and tried to steady my breath. I’d have to figure out a way out of this on my own. If Bobby was true to his word, he’d take his time, and give Dain that much more of a chance to find me. I’d hold on to that hope. I wouldn’t break. And when Dain finally found me, I’d recover. I’d be okay.
And Bobby Sanders would be dead.
I listened for the sound of cars on a nearby road. If they were there, the engine noise was drowned out by the thousands of crickets. Besides, being Christmas Eve, not many people would be out, and I had no idea how long I had been unconscious, or if, in fact, this old, abandoned barn really was way off the beaten path.
It had grown extremely quiet behind me—DJ’s soft crying didn’t seem to disturb the crickets, and what Bobby and GW were up to, I couldn’t tell or get my head turned around enough to see. There was the rustle of clothing, the sound of unbuckled belts and zippers going down, followed by low moans of pleasure between two mouths that were otherwise engaged. With the shuffle of booted feet and a few “oh yeahs” and lots of heavy breathing, I didn’t need to see what was happening behind me.
Go for it, boys. Take your time. I’ve got all night.
With all the quiet, the sudden sound of a vibrator made my every nerve ending jump.
“Ahh...fuck...wait a sec.” Bobby sounded breathless. The vibrating stopped and started again, then stopped.
“No. You do not do not stop until I say,” GW ordered, and he was pissed. “Don’t answer that. Do not answer that.”
The vibration happened again then stopped abruptly as before.
“Dain, my man.” I could hear the smile that curved Bobby’s lips. A little beep sounded as he put the phone on speaker.
Obviously Dain had found his truck and his phone.
“Where is she?” Dain’s normally sweet, mellow voice had become something dangerous and deadly.
“Dain, did you know she’s into this bondage shit?” Bobby laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world, then shouted at the top of his lungs, “It should’ve been you!” He followed that with a calm declaration, every word loaded with desire and regret. “I would’a never hurt you. I’da let you do anything.”
I sucked in my breath and when I screamed Dain’s name it literally shook the dust from the barn roof. The second time I let loose, his name became a howl that would be heard for miles.
“Damn, sweet cheeks, you got a set of lungs.” Bobby laughed a bit nervously. “Too bad he didn’t hear you.” He snorted. “Go ahead and scream all you want. There ain’t nobody around to hear it.”
As spread out as Comfort was, I had the sick, sinking suspicion Bobby was telling the truth.
There was more rustling of clothing and belt buckles and boots shuffling around the dirt floor.
“C’mere, big man.” Bobby’s voice changed completely, to something seductive. GW made a few low, throaty comments of his own before Bobby spoke again. “Oh...and don’t worry there, darlin’, I promise to give you my full attention, if ya know what I mean.”
Yeah, I know what you mean, asshole.
I cranked my head around far enough to see GW standing there, his head thrown back, his sandy blond hair swept back from his face and his mouth wide open to the sky, breathing hard and heavy. Lost to his own pleasure, I couldn’t help but notice what a handsome man he was. Why he was in league with psycho-cowboy was beyond my understanding. As for where Bobby was, yeah, I had a good idea. I looked away.
My entire body shuddered uncontrollably as I lay on the bales in the frigid air, waiting to see what Bobby had planned for me. I glanced across the barn at DJ. His eyes were big and round and terrified as he slowly rolled over to his other side and faced the barn wall.
Closing my eyes, two hot tears rolled down my cheeks. DJ would be no help at all. I almost couldn’t blame him for giving in instead of getting his ass kicked again.
Long minutes passed before GW let off a low groan. “Damn, hold up.”
The heat of a big body moved in between my legs.
I wouldn’t struggle. Why bother? Struggling would only turn Bobby on further and the last thing I wanted to do was to increase his pleasure. Whatever he was going to do, I could handle it—I would handle it. I had never been a wilting wallflower and it would take a hell of a lot to break my spirit. I wasn’t some random, frail human girl. I ran with wolves, damn it. And wolf justice meant whether I made it through the night or not, Bobby Sanders wouldn’t live to see the sun rise.
“Your turn, baby cakes.” He leaned over and nipped my bottom with his teeth, pinching to the point where it wouldn’t break the skin, but it would leave one hell of a bruise for a couple of hours. Then he backed away. “Oh! That shit’s like freaking ice water! Dammit, GW, we need to rig up a way to get a heater in here.”
Something cold and liquid hit the crease of my behind making me gasp. A warm hand touched me, smoothing the liquid around between my legs. My skin wanted to crawl right off my bones.
“You think I’m gonna rape you, don’t ya?” Bobby leaned over me, his erection sliding over my skin, wet with whatever lube he’d used. His breath whispered across my spine before his teeth bit at me again. “That’s not what this is about.” His mouth moved to the other side of my back and I flinched when he bit down. “Nah. This ain’t about me getting my rocks off. Hell, I don’t need you for that. This is about what I can do that’ll have you begging me to get you off.”
Ice-cold liquid dripped onto my ass and ran down my hip. Warm hands smoothed over my skin and my back arched involuntarily as I worked to get away from his sickening touch. Of course, he took it the wrong way.
“Oh yeah, I knew you’d like it.”
You are soooo dead, Bobby Sanders.
Whatever lube he used warmed up and chilled me at the same time. I slammed my eyes shut when his hands came around my hips and lifted me up and back, drawing the leather cuffs tighter around my wrists. My stomach churned as that same strange, nauseating sensation Bobby’s touch produced swept through me. I clenched my teeth and sealed my lips together to keep from tossing my guts. The cuffs strained my shoulder and elbow joints. My muscles, tendons, and ligaments stretched in ways they weren’t used to as he yanked hard to get me closer and I pulled even harder to get away. And as much as I wanted to moan at the ache, I didn’t dare let a sound escape my mouth. Heaven forbid, Bobby would mistake any kind of moan for something it wasn’t.
Bobby repositioned my body and I could feel his hot flesh all up against mine. He leaned over me and scraped his teeth down my side, stopping to bite and lick every couple of inches, making me shudder as I tried to pull away.
“Like that, huh?” he asked when I grunted at the pain in my wrists. “You will.”
If it were Dain’s teeth making those marks on my skin, I would probably enjoy the hell out it...but since it was psycho cowboy Bobby Sanders...
“No. Fucking. Way.” I gritted out between clenched teeth.
He chuckled. “We’ll see about that, cupcake.”
As Bobby’s teeth made the rounds on my flesh, I focused on the twinge in my arms and pulled harder to make it hurt as much as possible. Bobby’s fingers dug into my hips and ground muscle against bone. I welcomed every ounce of pain. Anything to keep my mind occupied on something other than what his teeth were doing and the hot length that pulsed against my backside.
“You ain’t going nowhere.” He pulled me back toward him, then let go long enough to slap a hard hand across my bottom before leaning back over to whisper in my
ear. “I only wanted Dain once. Just once.” I jumped as another hard, stinging slap hit my skin. “Do you know what it’s like to want someone so fucking bad you can taste them? That you can’t sleep without dreaming about them?”
His hand came down on me again, harder this time, punishing me for taking someone he thought should be his.
I was so glad I couldn’t see Bobby’s face, see that painful bliss as he pictured Dain in his head. It was obvious, just once was not what he was dreaming of.
The pipes creaked as I yanked at the straps around my wrist, hoping I could dislocate something as I pulled away. Anything to stop hearing Bobby’s unfulfilled fantasies.
Yes, I knew how he felt. Dain was my sakana, my fantasy, my dream, and knowing mine had come true and his never would, made me almost giddy.
GW’s big body moved in behind Bobby’s and a cold hand wrapped around the hot length that had lay against my skin. A moan of pleasure came from both of them.
“Dain’s next, Bobby,” GW murmured as Bobby moaned. “I’ll get him here if I have drag him in by all his pretty, black hair.”
Bobby’s hands tightened and loosened with the rhythm of the hand that stroked his cock for him. I heard the sounds their mouths made as they kissed, smelled the arousal that seeped through their human pores.
Bobby hadn’t been lying when he said this wasn’t about me. The damned psycho was in love with my mate. Not real love, but probably the closest to real love he would ever feel. Nevertheless, Bobby lusting after what belonged to me made my blood boil and my wolf seethe.
Dain is mine.
“You ready?” GW asked.
Every muscle in my body seemed to pull even tighter.
“Fuck yeah.” Bobby’s answer came out on a breathless pant.
The hands that had been wrapped around my hips came away as GW moved back for a second. I sucked in a deep breath and concentrated on calming my wolf. I knew what was going to happen next.
“Damn, this shit is cold.” GW deep voice broke my concentration. “Hold still...” Bobby bent over me again, grabbing the edges of the hay bale as his teeth went to work on my back again.
“Oh...fuck...” Bobby groaned over and over as if he were in pain. Their rocking motion started slow and easy and each time they thrust forward against me, the weight of GW’s body sandwiched Bobby between us. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he said, his voice thick with pleasure.
My teeth chattered not only from the cold but also the stress of waiting to feel Bobby’s body invade mine.
But...he didn’t. Though I figured he would, eventually. But right then, he and GW just rocked back and forth, slowly building up speed.
I pulled harder on my wrists, wishing I wasn’t so scared of breaking my own bones as a way of not feeling what was going on behind me.
Kill him. Kill them all, my wolf half insisted.
Tied up, my human brain countered.
The unmistakable click of wet flesh rubbing vigorously against wet flesh sounded only inches from me, while the bales beneath me continued to rock gently as Bobby and GW moved together above and behind me. I could feel the movement of Bobby’s own hand rubbing against my backside as he pumped himself in full strokes up and back.
“C’mon. C’mon. C’mon.” Bobby groaned, then drew his last word out in one long syllable. “Fuuuck...”
Something hot splashed my cold skin again and again. The bales suddenly jerked hard, out of rhythm. The smell of semen filled the air around me.
“Oh...yeah,” Bobby grunted out between GW’s sudden, hard thrusts.
Bobby’s body slapped against my naked butt as GW slammed onto his. Together they sang out in a chorus and damn, I wanted to shove mud in my ears to block out the sound of their voices. With a couple more hard thrusts and low grunts from GW, the deed was done.
“Did you see that, GW?” Bobby laughed breathlessly as he ran his fingertips from my shoulders down my back, leaving a cold, wet trail. His body shuddered between my legs. “Damn, that was sooo good!”
And this was exactly why Bobby didn’t have a slew of little ones running around. He was a lot more careful than Chuck had been. Then again, Bobby probably never loved any of the girls he had been with, whether they had been with him willingly or not.
Tears streamed down my face. I twisted and turned, trying to wipe them away on my shoulders, but I couldn’t reach.
I’m okay. I’m okay.
I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, trying to slow the racing beat of my heart.
I’m okay.
The last thing I wanted was to have any part of Bobby Sanders—soon-to-be-dead psycho-cowboy—left inside of me once he was done.
The heat of GW’s body moved away and took the rustling sounds of denim with him. Bobby pulled his jeans up right there and leaned in again as a hand spread his semen up and down my back.
“We’re nowhere near being done with you, sweet cheeks,” he said right next to my ear. “There’s a lot more where that came from.” Bobby laughed at his own joke.
I didn’t move, didn’t hardly breathe, though I wanted to sob at the relief that flooded through me when Bobby hadn’t actually raped me. Yet...that was. But I was certain that if it took Dain too long to find me, at some point, either Bobby or GW would get around to the raping before killing part.
“I’m not braggin’, but me and GW, we can come like that all night.”
I could hear the smile in his voice. Yeah, he was bragging and well, being humans, I knew they would both need some time to recover. In the meantime, I was sure they would keep themselves entertained with whatever torture they had planned for me.
“Now DJ over there, he needs some pain to really get off and like I said, I’m the givin’ type. Ain’t that right, DJ?” Bobby laughed as he directed his voice over toward where DJ was against the barn wall.
I looked up to see DJ had turned back over, and was now sitting up facing us, his eyes locked on Bobby. Though I could see the flat-out hatred on his face, it was also mixed with undeniable lust.
“You’re a dead man, Bobby.” He smiled and shook his head. “I oughta just start digging you a grave, lay you to rest with all the other people you’ve killed in this barn.”
“I’m gonna kill you myself if you don’t shut the fuck up!” Bobby shouted. “Now, get over here. You know how this works. We done it to you enough times.”
No. Not DJ, too.
The next thing I knew, Bobby was standing in front of me, his hand in my hair again, but just stroking it this time, spreading the smell of lube and human semen through my messy strands of blond.
“We’re gonna turn you over now, darlin’, and if you give us a lick of trouble, I’ll make sure you wish you hadn’t. You understand what I’m saying?”
I nodded my head. In truth, I had completely grasped my situation. If I did manage to get free, I totally understood the gravity of shifting into my wolf form. It came down to what I could live with more—slaughtering all three of these humans and living the rest of my life knowing I enjoyed tasting their flesh and blood—or the alternative, being violated by all three and possibly hurt badly. As for the worst-case scenario, I refused to think any further than that. I had to believe Dain would find me before it was too late.
DJ stood up slowly, brushed off his hands, and headed toward me, then stopped at the head of the pipe stall. GW had stepped back behind me and the next thing I knew, my left leg was unbuckled and quickly refastened, twisting me sideways as they turned me over. My left arm was next. Then back to my right leg and right arm. The speed and coordination in which those three guys moved, I had no doubt they had done this same flip-over maneuver many, many times before. And with that, the decision was made for me. All I could do was pray Dain would find me before I died. He had to.
My flesh prickled from the bits of old, scratchy hay stuck to my sweat-soaked skin.
GW’s fingers traced a trail from my belly button to my throat.
“Righ
t here,” his deep voice rumbled. “Right here is the sweet spot. Like a target.” That smile I had once thought made him handsome spread across his face. I looked away as he lowered his head and licked the valley between my breasts with one long stroke. My stomach twisted as my skin seemed to ripple in icy cold waves.
A target. That’s all I was. A target for their sadistic games.
Bobby and GW stepped over to a large metal box, the lid banged open with a loud clang. I was certain a box like that held a few items I really didn’t want to see or feel against my skin.
DJ hadn’t moved from next to my head. He stood there looking down at me, the haunted look set deep in his brown eyes.
“Don’t worry ’bout DJ violating you, baby cakes, there ain’t a damned thing about girls that can get him off, if you know what I mean. Ain’t that right, DJ?”
DJ’s eyes flashed a sudden, deep hatred at Bobby. Then he looked back at me, sadness covering his face. Stepping closer, he leaned over me and took my face in his hands, his eyes full of unshed tears.
“I’m so sorry.” His mouth moved and the words came out on a small whisper of air, then his lips touched my forehead. “Goodbye, Jessy.”
“Please loosen the straps,” I whispered urgently. “Please, DJ. I can get out if you just loosen them.”
DJ shook his head. Tears leaked out and streamed down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry. He’s gonna hurt you. He’s gonna make you beg. But...he won’t...kill you...right away.”
Oh yeah, I feel so much better about that little bit of info. Riiiight.
“Please!” I whispered frantically.
“Get over here, DJ,” Bobby ordered.
I heard the crack of a leather strap against a wooden beam. DJ looked up and shook his head as more tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped off his chin.
“No, I’m not playing your games anymore.” DJ glanced down at me one more time. “He’ll make you watch. I’ll try...” He choked on his words. “I’ll try not to...die...too fast.” Then he ran for the barn door.
GW took off after him, his heavy cowboy boots thudding hard against the dirt floor. DJ managed to pull the barn door open and get outside before GW caught up with him and dragged him back in, kicking and punching and flailing around for all he was worth.