by Selena Kitt
The women shook their heads, sighed, one even gave an evil chuckle. "There is no refusal," one said sadly.
"And whatever you do," one woman added, "don't tell them you are on any form of birth control. They take those women outside and put a bullet to the head and move on to the next woman to fuck."
Chills ran over Jessa's body and she fought the urge to vomit. Maybe it would be best to lie and say she was on some sort of birth control, just so she could end this nightmare. What would be worse? Becoming some sort of sex slave breeding machine, or dying?
"How many women are here?" Jessa asked.
"A lot. We can hear their cries. Both during sex and during their labor. It's maddening really. To know we will soon add to those screams."
"Is there no way out?"
"Death," was the blunt reply.
Jessa sat in silence and closed her eyes. Maybe when she opened them, she would find this all to be an awful dream. Things like this didn't happen in real life. There weren't large groups of people who could be so evil. This wasn't possible. It just wasn't…
Who were these women? Did they have families, someone at home missing them? How long had they been here?
"There has got to be a way out," Jessa said.
"There isn't. This compound is buried deep in the West Virginian hills. Even if you somehow got in the woods, they'd find you before you could find your way out."
"But all these people. They can't all be bad. Surely there are some who will help us."
"No. The belief is strong. They live by it."
"Belief?" Jessa asked as she tested the chain and the collar around her neck to see if there was any chance of unlocking herself.
"To take back the United States. These crazy people are preparing for war. They are the sickest white supremacists since Hitler."
"Then why do they feel they have to breed with us? How is that preparing for war?"
Another girl who had remained silent up until now spoke up. "They are preparing for a new community of sorts. Building from scratch again. They don't plan on doing this overnight. They've been here a long time, is what I heard."
Jessa couldn't believe what she was hearing. "How has the government not found out about them if they have been doing this for so long? If they are kidnapping women, how haven't they eventually been caught? Surely people are searching for us."
"They live off the grid. Many West Virginians do, and for the most part keep to themselves. My guess is the government has no idea."
"So we have no hope? Is that what you are all saying?" Jessa looked at each one of the women who not only were physically abused, but were emotionally beaten. "We just sit here chained to the floor in a dark room waiting to be fucked? Have you all accepted that as your fate?"
None of the women said a word this time, but their silence was answer enough.
Chapter Three
Jessa must have dozed off. The light from the door opening woke her as heavy boots entered the room.
"Come on, new girl. Time we take you to meet Decker. You better be a good little girl and fuck him real good so he claims you. Otherwise, there are about ten new recruits just itching to get their newbie cocks wet with your juices," the same man who'd brought her in said. He glanced down in disgust at the other women cowering in the corner of the room. "They've already had a taste of these pussies and would love some fresh meat." He reached down, unclasped her chain from the floor, and yanked her up to a standing position. "Walk!"
She followed his command, looking down at the women who all looked up at her with fear in their eyes. Were they scared for Jessa or for themselves? Her bare feet padded across the rocky path, and her captor didn't slow down in the slightest so that she could take her time avoiding the larger, more jagged rocks. If anything, he seemed to walk faster every time she struggled or stumbled at all. She hated this man and would try to kill him the first minute she could. She glanced down at the chain he held as he led her like an animal and wondered if she could grab it and wrap it around his neck and strangle him with it. Sure, he had several feet on her and about a hundred more pounds of mostly muscle, but maybe if she caught him off guard…
"Come on," he said with a tug of the chain, bringing her back to reality. Her super hero days came crashing down, and she swallowed back the fear as she was led up the stairs of a cabin much smaller than the one she came from.
Walking over the threshold, her escort pushed her down to her knees with much more force than was absolutely needed. She looked up with vengeance coursing through her as she stared at a roomful of men, many she recognized as being the same faces from when she first arrived.
It was Rune who spoke first. "She's the new one that came in today. I saved her for you. I said she was Decker's if he wanted her. You can thank me later." His comment was directed at a man who stood in the center of the room with his arms across his chest. Jessa could see tattoos on his arms, but couldn't make out what they were. He too wore fatigues, but he actually did appear more soldier-like than the rest of the men. Although rugged in appearance, he did at least seem to have bathed recently. His sandy-blond hair—although disheveled— didn't nearly have the greasy look that Rune's did.
But it was Rune who approached her first. A slap across the face, a grip of her hair, Rune had her. She was no different from the rest. A fuck. A girl to take. One to breed with. Rune would have her, just as he had the other women in the camp. Did it make a difference? Was there any difference in the darkness that took her body?
Yes. Rune took. Rune wanted her for one purpose—to fuck, to breed, to spew his power all over her body. But over his shoulder, she watched Decker… he wanted more. She couldn't quite explain it, but he didn't just look at her, he seemed to observe her. Though both were dark motherfuckers, Decker seemed to want more. She could see that in his eyes, she could feel it in his stare, and she could almost sense his need to claim her as his own.
"She's mine. I want her," Decker declared in a booming voice.
Rune released her hair, took a few steps back, and laughed. "I figured you would."
Decker walked toward her, a spell of slow motion being cast. One step. Two. His blue eyes turned a darker shade of gray with every step forward. His jaw clenched as if her very presence angered him. Yes, he appeared angry with her. As if she had done something wrong. Why were his eyes turning black, when she remembered so clearly that they once were blue? His face, that although had rigid lines before, now looked so chiseled, he reminded her of stone. He postured himself like a cougar. A cougar stalking for the kill. Dark, forbidding, shadowed in lustful strength. His hunt would end in the claiming of her body whether she agreed or not. He never said a word. Never once said her name. It was all in his eyes. The command. The order to give her body to him or else. There was no choice. There was no asking. Fuck him or be fucked. That was her choice.
"Her name is Fuck you," Rune added with a laugh, joined in by the rest of the men in the room.
An eyebrow rose on Decker's face as if this amused him. "Fuck you, heh?" He squatted down before her and reached for her chin. Holding it firmly, he forced Jessa's face up so she had no choice but to stare into his eyes. "Well, Fuck you, I hope your actions do not match your mouth. You may talk a big game, but I don't play with scared little girls trying to hide what they really fear. You are afraid—I can smell it on you." He took a deep breath to accentuate his point. And with an evil smile, he added, "I can smell your terror." He reached for her collar and released her from her constraint, tossing the metal to the ground. The weight leaving her body felt like a hundred pounds, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple gesture of kindness.
He paused, waiting for a response. Possibly waiting for her tears, her pleas for mercy, but she would not give him the pleasure. Jessa would not fuel his evil by feeding his strength with her weakness. She would give him nothing.
Decker moved his face even closer. So close that his lips almost touched hers. "I will tell you this one time, and one
time only. You will obey me. You will submit to me. You will fear me every fucking moment you are alive. And you will fuck me. You have no choice in this matter. You have no voice. It is I who decides your fate. Do you understand?"
Jessa gave a small smile before she gathered the saliva in her mouth into a nice little ball of spit and spat it directly into his eye. "Fuck off!"
Decker recoiled and wiped the bubbling white fluid off his face as fury blanketed his entire expression. The demon emerged right before her eyes. Lucifer himself was being born in front of her. Decker had become the devil.
His hand reached out and grabbed her by the neck, instantly restricting all air. The men in the room all yelled out:
"Kill the bitch!"
"Beat the shit out of her!"
"Teach the cunt a lesson she won't soon forget!"
Call after call from all the devil's spawn. She truly sat in hell. Naked, vulnerable, and strangled by a man's single hand to the throat. She would die in hell. The devil would kill her. This was her fate.
Decker threw her body back and straddled her with his hand still firmly gripping her neck. "Oh, little girl, that was not a wise choice. Looks like I am going to have to teach what is mine a lesson." He began unbuttoning his pants with his free hand, never taking his Satan eyes off hers. His hand loosened around her neck just as darkness threatened to take over.
Gasping, she decided to use the precious air he granted her to scream, "You fucking bastard! Get off of me now!" There was no stopping the man, this much she knew. But she would not just lie there and take it like some subdued slave. She may be a captured sex slave, but her soul had not been beaten. She would not be taken without a fight. "I will fucking rip your cock off, motherfucker!"
His silent response was flipping her over and slapping her ass hard. The sound echoed in the room, followed by hoots and hollers of the spectators all around. He then straddled her body, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and lowered his face to her ear. "Shut your filthy mouth if you know what is good for you," he growled.
"Fuck you," she spat.
He rewarded her behavior with another hard spank to her ass and then another. He leaned down and whispered in her ear so only she could hear, "Stop! Stop your resistance now or you give me no choice."
Jessa bucked her torso up as much as she could, hopeful that she could somehow get his large frame off her body. The effort was almost comical on her part, since she couldn't even budge his weight in the slightest.
"Yeah! Spank her naughty ass, Decker. Spank her and then fuck her hard. Make her call out 'Daddy', begging for forgiveness," Rune shouted from the crowd of excited men. Each of them found pleasure in this display of dominance by Decker.
Fuck them all to hell!
"Yes, that is exactly what this bitch of mine needs," Decker agreed as he got off her and looped his finger around a chunk of her hair. As if she were a rag doll, he yanked her to a standing position and led her to the bed that sat on full display in the very back of the room. He pushed her body so she was bent over the edge, face down on a rough green blanket. The smell of dust and years of exposure filled her nostrils. "Let's teach this ass of yours what your fucking master expects from you," Decker said, right before he began raining down spank after spank onto her upturned bottom.
It didn't take long for her flesh to explode into an inferno of pain. With each crack of his palm, shouts of celebration came from the men viewing her punishment:
"Harder!"
"Don't go easy on that bitch!"
"Make her scream!"
"Break her good, Decker. Break her fucking good!"
Whistles, cheers, screams of pure hate and sick vileness suffocated the room.
The mortification that all eyes were on her ass as Decker spanked her like a God damn schoolgirl was by far worse than the actual sting of his hand. Although his slaps eventually increased in severity, and Jessa could no longer hold back the cries. They betrayed her by escaping her tightly closed lips. It fucking hurt! It fucking hurt bad!
"Stop! Stop, you motherfucker!" she screamed between each searing blow. "Stop and just fuck me already." Anything was better than this awful show of power.
Decker continued to spank as he spoke. "Oh, I will fuck you. But not by your command, but by my own. I am the dictator. I am your God. And trust me, little girl, when I do fuck you, you will be begging for it again and again. You won't be able to get enough. I will be like a fucking drug to you." He continued bringing blow after blow to her bottom. The shouts from the onlookers almost formed a wave of deafening music that set the backdrop to her tortuous soundtrack. "You will be nothing but a junkie shaking in need for my touch."
If Jessa could kill the man right now, she would. She would gouge his eyeballs out with her nails and force him to eat them if she could. She would grab his balls, rip them from his body, and laugh as he bled out in front of her. She would torture him. Beat him. Tear his flesh from his bones. Oh, how she despised each and every man who stood in this room. Vengeance would be hers. Yes, even if it was on her dying breath, she would have her motherfucking vengeance.
As if the Gods of mercy gave her one last blessing, Decker finally stopped his assault. The fire lashes from his palm were replaced with a deep throbbing now that her ass had time to process the pain. Fire and brimstone were replaced with a deep surge from her bottom all the way to the lips of her pussy. As much as she tried to fight the sensation of animalistic pleasure, the tsunami wave of lust washed over every inch of her sex, leaving her wet and wanting.
Decker leaned forward and whispered in her ear again. "It's important that you listen and do exactly what I say from this moment on. Your life depends on it." His voice seemed… softer, the sharp edge of venom erased. Jessa looked over her shoulder and stared into his eyes that were blue once again. Odd.
Maybe she should have listened, heeded the man's warning, but she couldn't. She couldn't submit willingly. "Go to hell," she hissed.
His blue eyes darkened again and he shook his head, clearly deeply disappointed in her answer. He shoved his index finger into her mouth, almost gagging her with how far he forced it in. "Suck it. Make it nice and wet, because I'm about to put it up your ass. Make it slick, baby, unless you like pain."
Hoots and hollers once again followed his crass command.
Any sign of softness vanished as he moved his finger around the inside of her mouth, collecting every ounce of moisture she had in it. Jesus, why did her pussy pulsate at the thought of what he was about to do?
"You should have listened to me," he said under his breath, again just loud enough for her to hear with all the noise around them. "Now I have to fuck you for all to see."
His spit-covered finger penetrated her ass without any warning.
She cried out as the biting pain sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. His finger claimed her in the darkest of ways. He thrust it in even deeper, stabbing at whatever shield she had put up. With each pump in and out of his invasive digit, her wall of resistance crumbled.
"Fuck her in the ass," someone called out.
"Fuck her like an animal," another screamed.
"No," Rune's voice boomed. "Breed the bitch."
"Yes, she's mine. I claim her as mine," Decker declared as he pumped his finger in and out of her ass, causing Jessa to involuntarily moan. She hated herself for doing so, but couldn't hold back her mews as she gyrated against the edge of the bed. Her clit demanded attention, and she tried her best to meet the need without being so bold and reaching down with her hand—although the thought definitely crossed her mind. What would these bastards care, anyway? But then again, she didn't want them all jacking off to her sexual act.
Decker thrust his finger as deep as he possibly could and leaned toward her ear once more. "I'm going to fuck you. Allow me. Don't fight me. Trust me when I tell you this. Let go of your pride and just open your legs and allow this."
He pulled his finger out, and she could hear him pulling his pants down. She knew.
She could hear him, sense him, feel his sexual presence without even having to look over her shoulder. He would fuck her… and God help her—she would allow him to.
It wasn't a scream that escaped her lips when his cock penetrated her wet pussy. It wasn't a curse, or a demand for him to stop. It was a gasp of delight, followed by a moan of pleasure. Her mind screamed to resist, yet her body demanded her to yield. He was inside her, balls deep. She was one with the devil. Evil had merged with her soul, and all light that held on by a thread became conquered by the darkness of Decker's possession.
Over and over his cock thrust. It didn't feel like any other fucking of her life. No, this was primal.
Primal fucking. Yes, this was nothing but a primal fucking. In, out, in, out. There was a rhythm. There was a cadence. Her body marched in cadence to his possession. His cock conquered her pussy. Simple. There was no way to describe it other than simple. His hard cock entered her wet pussy without any thought. This was normal. Well, at least this was normal in his fucking world. Put a cock in a pussy, cum in her deep to ensure it takes hold, and then walk away. Fuck, cum, breed. Simple.
Her pussy stung. It burned from the inside out. It scorched her core. It decimated all that was good left inside. All that was left was fucking evil. All that was left was rape, conquer, demand, hate, and beauty. A dark, awful, alluring beauty. Fucking beauty. That was what there was. Nothing but dark, fucking beauty.
Jessa had blocked out the sounds of the voyeurs, but clearly Decker hadn't. "Everyone get the fuck out. I want to have what is mine in peace. Get out and let me be," he demanded as he continued to desecrate her body with his driving force.
All the men did as if he'd asked respectfully. Not a single argument was given, nor a sign of resistance. They all clearly saw this Decker guy as a leader, and one to follow directions from.
When the door closed behind the last man, Decker stopped his motions and pulled his cock out of her without warning. The action actually had her moaning in need. She wanted it back. She wanted evil to enter her again.