by Vicki Green
I try to move my body a little, but I am in so much pain I can barely move. He hits me again in the same place. I flinch and scream out again.
“Move damn you!” He screams.
Sharp pain is piercing my side, like a knife is being repeatedly pushed into it. I move up against him as he keeps ramming his cock into me. I still can’t move much. He hits me again. “Damn it, bitch! Come on, you can do better than that!” I suck up the pain and start moving with him. Not as much as he is but more than I was.
He gets faster and faster slamming his cock in and out of me. I hurt so bad that I feel dizzy. Finally he stops, grunts and pulls out of me. I can feel the liquid from him inside me. I shudder.
And with that he leaves the bedroom slamming the door behind him.
I doze on and off trying to figure out how I can get out of here. My wrists and ankles are sore from my tugging on them trying to get free. I can feel liquid running down my arms and am thinking it might be blood from the ropes biting into my wrists. I haven’t heard any noises from outside the room for a while, but I didn’t hear the front door either so they must still be here.
A little while later I hear the bedroom door open. Both men stagger into the room. Mick has a bottle of Jack Daniels and Willie has a bottle of Tequila.
“Time to have some more fun, bitch. This time two on one,” Willie says while walking to the left side of the bed. He begins to undress. I look to my right and Mick is undressing too. Oh, No! No!!!! I am quickly trying to think of a way out of this.
“Wait! I want a drink too, then we can really party. Untie me and let me show you what a great time we can have,” I say. Maybe if I can get on their playing level, I can escape.
“He, he, he. No way, sweetie. I know you think we may be dumb but we aren’t,” Mick says laughingly.
“I don’t think you’re dumb at all. I just figured since I can’t get away why not join the fun instead of fighting it?” I say trying to sound convincing.
Mick looks over at Willie and shrugs. “What do ya think? Could be more fun if she’s drunk like us and can actually make us get off better.” Willie moves his head back and forth, looking at both of us.
He gives me that cold stare and scowls, “If we untie you and at any time you try to get away I will hurt you so bad you will wish you were dead. Do you understand me, bitch?” I nod slowly. “Untie her and let’s get this party started,” he sneers at Mick.
Mick comes over to the bed and unties my feet. Oh, my ankles hurt so badly, I move them around trying to get the blood flowing. Mick moves down to the head of the bed and starts to untie my hands. “No Mick! I seriously don’t think we are quite that stupid, you idiot! Leave her hands tied. She doesn’t need those loose in order to party with us anyway,” Willie yells. He is completely undressed now swigging his bottle of tequila. He lifts my head and pours some in my mouth. I start coughing and gagging. “Ha, that will put hair on your chest,” he laughs.
Mick is undressed now and takes a huge swallow of his Jack Daniel’s. He lights a cigarette blowing smoke out into the room. Willie pours more tequila in my mouth and I gag more. He stands there, naked, taking a huge swallow from his bottle. “Come on, Mick. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Mick puts his cigarette out in an ashtray on the dresser. “Mick,” Willie yells. “Come over and hold her up.” Mick lifts my body up as far as it will go from the bed while Willie gets underneath me. “Now, turn her over,” Willie demands. Mick rolls my body over onto Willie’s, twisting my hands in the rope. “Owwww!!!!!” I scream.
I can hear Mick moving behind me, then I feel liquid pouring on my bottom. I feel a finger penetrate me in my hole. “UGH!” I scream. He slaps my bottom hard. “Shut up! You’re gonna love this,” he snickers. I am wide eyed as Willie then slams his cock into me while I feel Mick’s cock push inside my hole. Oh My God that hurts!
“OWWWW!!!” I scream. I am now filled at both ends. The pain is excruciating and I have tears flowing from my eyes. I try to squirm, but Mick has a firm hold on my waist. Willie is gripping my breasts with both of his large hands, squeezing them so hard it’s painful. I scream for them to stop, wiggling as best I can trying to move away. Both men are laughing at me.
Next thing I know Willie slams his fist into my left side over the large bruise that is already there and I hear a crack. I groan loudly and my head hits his shoulder from the impact. “I don’t mind the screaming, bitch, but I told you earlier you needed to move, give us both a good fuck! Do it!” He screams at me. I am breathing heavy from the pain. I try to concentrate and begin to move with them. God, I hurt so badly.
After what seems like an hour but I am sure it was only minutes, Mick lets out a loud moan and stills. I feel his fluids seeping in and out of my hole. It wasn’t long after that Willie begins to slow down his body and starts shivering. He stops, closes his eyes and just stays there for a couple of minutes.
Willie finally pulls his cock out of me. Moving me over, he gets out of the bed. He walks to a chair in the corner of the room and begins drinking again. Mick is over at the side of the bed lifting me up he rolls me over onto my back. He walks over to the dresser and follows suit with his bottle, guzzling the liquor. He then lights another cigarette, closes his eyes and takes a deep drag.
My body is shaking uncontrollably as I watch them to see what they are going to do next.
Willie looks at Mick, then at me. While looking into my eyes he says to Mick, “Go ahead and tie her feet back up. I think we need to go out and do some more partying.” Mick nods and begins to approach me. “Noooooo please don’t do this! Please let me go!!!!” I scream.
I begin kicking at Mick as he ties my feet. Once they are tied my ankles are aching with pain. Damn that hurts! They are so sore and my wrists are so scraped up now.
Willie comes over to my left side and smacks me across the cheek. OUCH! “Shut it, bitch. I am sick of hearing it.” Then he rubs my cheek. “Don’t you worry when we get back we’ll party some more,” he smiles wickedly.
They both quickly dress and leave the room. I listen for noises and can hear them walking around. Finally, I hear the front door slam. I am alone again.
Chapter three
I have no idea what time it is, I just know it is still dark outside. I am so hungry, thirsty and cold. The pain I feel is everywhere. I can barely move my body anymore.
I hear the front door shut, but not loud. Then I hear footsteps walking around. Why would they be so quiet? They have to be majorly drunk by now and it doesn’t seem like they have been gone that long.
Footsteps quietly approach the bedroom door and then the door opens slowly. It’s so dark in here now and with only one good eye open it’s making it hard to see. Finally a man approaches the foot of the bed. He has a flashlight and aims it at me. He moves the light slowly up my body to my face. I close my good eye and then open it squinting and blinking. He sees that he is blinding me so he moves it away to the left side of my face a bit.
“Please, don’t hurt me anymore. Please let me go,” I cry with a shaky and hoarse voice. Tears are streaming down my face now. I don’t know who this is but maybe he will help me and let me go.
He speaks to me as if speaking to an injured animal trying not to spook. “Shhhh, I am not going to hurt you. I am here to help you. I am going to untie your hands now, ok?” I nod at him, watching him move to the head of the bed. He reaches over me untying the ropes. As he pulls at them the pain radiates down my arms. I wince and close my good eye. He looks down at me, while he works. “I’m sorry if I am hurting you. I am trying to be careful but I don’t know how much time we have before they come back.”
There are so many questions I want to ask. How does he know they left? How did he know I am here? If he knew I was here why in the hell did he wait so long to come in and get me out?
Finally he gets my hands free and my arms drop down on the bed. “Owwww!” I scream.
“Shhhh, please. We need to be quiet,” he says softly
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He goes down to the end of the bed and frees my right foot, then my left. I try to sit up but the pain in my ribs rivets through me causing me to stay still.
He comes over and gently helps me sit up and moves my legs over the side of the bed.
I try to look at his face but he has a Hoodie on and with the hood up it’s covering the side of his face. He looks around the room and finds a t-shirt on the floor and starts to hand it to me. “Um, no sorry. One of them used that to clean himself,” I grimace.
“Oh, sorry. Let me see if there is anything in the closet over there.”
He walks to the closet and slides one of the doors open. There are just a few men’s shirts in there. He grabs one and heads back over to me. “Here, I know it’s not great but it’s all I can find.”
It’s a men’s plain button down shirt, worn, with some of the button’s missing. I lift my right arm and put it in the sleeve but when I try to lift my left arm, I cry out. “Here, let me help you. We need to hurry,” he says. He takes the side of the shirt from me and helps me put it on. He buttons up the shirt and then stands back a bit. “Can you stand?” He asks. As I try to stand I wince with pain and sit back down.
“It’s ok, don’t worry. I’ll help you.” He bends down and puts an arm under my legs. His other arm wraps around my waist as he lifts me into his arms. “UGH,” I moan. Oh My God that hurts!
“Sorry, sorry!” He says looking down at me.
I was unable to see him very well before, but now I get a good look at his face. As I look into his eyes, I see they are not only dark blue but the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. He looks at me with caring and concern showing on his face. I can feel that he is well built by the muscles in his arms that are cradling me and by his chest that I lay against.
He carries me out of the bedroom. This is the first time I have seen outside this room. We walk down a short hall and turn into what appears to be a small living area with a little kitchen off to the right. No walls separating the two rooms. Everything is dirty and run down.
He walks us to the front door, opens it slowly and looks around. It’s dark outside and only a dim porch light is on. Squinting I can barely make out a truck to our left, partially hidden in the trees. He walks us over to the truck and opens the passenger side, slowly lowering me onto the seat. He takes the seat belt and reaches over me to fasten it. Once I am secure he runs around the front of the truck, gets in the driver’s side, fastens his seat belt and starts the ignition.
As he drive’s on to the main road, he reaches behind him and pulls out a bottled water from a small cooler there and hands it to me. I thank him, open the lid and drink the water so fast that the bottle is empty in a matter of seconds.
“Ok, slow down there or you’ll make yourself sick,” he says with a grin. He reaches up and pulls down the hood that was covering his head. Wow, he takes my breath away. He’s beautiful.
Now that I can see him better not only are his dark blue eyes heavenly but he has dark blonde hair with light blonde highlights throughout. It’s a little long on the sides, almost to his shoulders. It looks really soft and makes me want to run my fingers through it. He has a chiseled jaw that is to die for, literally, with a light scruff of a blonde beard.
He sees that I am shaking and turns the heat up in the truck.
“How? How did you know I was there? How long were you waiting before you came in?” I ask, my teeth chattering.
“I’m sorry it took me longer than I had planned. I’ve been sitting out of sight in my truck waiting for the best moment to come in to get you without getting us both killed. Once I saw them leave and drive off, I waited a few more minutes just to be sure they didn’t turn back around,” he said staring out at the road as he drove.
“But how did you know I was there?” I ask again.
He begins to speak slowly. “Well, it’s kind of a long story. I’ve been watching them for a couple of years now, undercover. This is the first time they’ve actually grabbed someone and brought them back to their hideout. I was shocked at how stupid they’ve become but this was the opportunity I needed to nail them. I’m sorry it was you they took.” His eyebrows are drawn as he frowns.
I look around his truck. It’s clean but you can tell it has been used a lot. The seats are a little worn but comfy. I look at him and smile a little. “Thank you for getting me out of there, for whatever reason you had being there, I am glad you were.” I begin to cough and grab my left side with my right hand.
“Are you ok? No, of course you’re not. What a stupid thing for me to say. I’m taking you to the closest hospital for them to check you out. Is there anyone I can call for you?”
I slowly shake my head and laid it back against the head rest and close my eyes. All the bumps in the road are not helping my ribs and sore body at all. The pain is getting worse as we move on. That’s the last thing I remember as everything fades to black.
Chapter four
When I awake, I am in a hospital room wearing a lovely hospital gown. My right hand hurts. I look down to find an IV attached there. Wow, my head hurts, my eye, my left side and I am sore down below as well. I look around and see the man who saved me, my savior, is asleep in a very uncomfortable chair by my bed. He looks so tired. I’m sure it’s been a long night for him while he waited to rescue me.
I start having a coughing fit. I am coughing so hard I feel my face turning hot. The next thing I know a cup of water is being pushed into my hand. I grasp it and try to drink when I hear, “Drink it slow or you’ll end up choking.” I move my eyes up and see my savior looking down at me.
I was finally able to get some water down me and the coughing subsided. I look up at him with a small smile. “How long have we been here? The last thing I remember is being in your truck.”
He looks around the room then back at me. “Actually, we have been here about 3 hours. I brought you through the ER and they took you into a room there. When they finally let me go to the room the Doctor said that he was going to keep you overnight and you would be moved to a private room but they didn’t tell me anything else.”
I can’t believe we had been here that long and I hadn’t woke up until now.
I look up at my savior and ask, “So I never got a chance to ask you. What is your name?” My eyes follow him as he walks back over and sits in the chair by my bed. He looks at me and cocks his head to the side. “I never got a chance to ask your name either.” He smiles at me with those beautiful gleaming blue eyes. Internally, I sigh.
I laugh a little causing my ribs to protest and wince. “I asked you first.” I smile shyly. As he reaches over me he takes my right hand and shakes it.
“My name is Jesse Richards.” I laugh again closing my good eye shut and open it again to see him staring at me with a concerned look on his face. He half smiles. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t keep making you laugh when you’re hurt.”
“I haven’t laughed in a long time, that part feels good. My name is Cassie Morelli. It’s nice to finally meet my Savior.”
He laughs. “Well I don’t know about that.”
“No, seriously, you are my savior. I can’t thank you enough for getting me out of there. I know they were going to kill me when they were done with me,” I say remembering their words of hatred.
The door to the hospital room opened and a female Doctor walks in with a nurse behind her.
“Good you’re awake. I’m Dr. Moore. Are you in a lot of pain?” I nod my head. The nurse then comes over with a syringe and pushes it into the IV.
Dr. Moore smiles, looks at me and says, “There that will help. Are you hungry? I can have Nurse Allen get you something to eat.”
“Yes, please. Thank you,” I say quietly. Dr. Moore nods to Nurse Allen and watches her leave the room.
She walks over and sits in the chair that Jesse had once occupied. She looks at him and says, “If you could leave us for a few minutes I would like to speak with Cassie alone. I will let you know when we’re done
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He looks at me and I shake my head slightly. He looks back to the Doctor. “No, thank you. I think she would be more comfortable if I stay.”
The Doctor turns to me. “Is that ok with you?” I nod. The Doctor nods back and then proceeds to explain that I have 2 slightly cracked ribs and there is heavy tape around them to help hold them together while they heal. I have a bruised left cheek and a black eye.
She adds. “With your permission I would also like to perform a rape kit procedure on you. Jesse has told us you had been raped. This will help evaluate any presence of sexually transmitted disease agents. By having a rape kit done, it will also help us gather forensic evidence that could help convict your kidnappers when they are caught. I know the procedure can be intimidating, but I promise we will take it slow and I will explain each step as we go. We have already collected your clothing when you came into the hospital, but we need to swab your bite marks for saliva, look for loose hairs on your body, and take pictures of your bruising as well as do vaginal and rectal swabs.”
Taking a deep breath she continues. “We also offer an Emergency Contraceptive pill. You may have heard it called ‘The Morning-after Pill’. It is 95% effective in helping to prevent pregnancy. We can proceed with these tests once you have given us permission.”
I look over at Jesse and back to the Doctor. “Yes, I. I would like that please,” I say shyly. She smiles, “Very good. Are you ready to get started?” I nod again.