Tainted Rose

by Abby Weeks

  And standing there in front of the mirror, she knew that it could never work between her and Serge. As badly as she needed someone to get her out of that place, she didn’t want it to be Serge. She couldn’t bring herself to be the girl of a man who was that violent and nasty.

  She knew it deep in her heart, deep in her bones, if Serge kept giving her attention, if he kept trying to make her his girl, it would end very badly for her.

  *

  ROSE SHOWERED AND GOT DRESSED in some of the new lingerie she’d picked up at the drug mart. It felt good to be wearing a new outfit. She also had some new makeup and lotion and that felt even better. She felt a lot more confident and comfortable. The only thing that was still a problem was the fact that her shoes were a size too small. The drug mart didn’t sell shoes. If it did she’d have definitely picked some up.

  When she came back out to the bar, Murdoch, Rust and Serge watched her walk to her seat. She was wearing a matching pair of blue, satin panties and bra with rhinestone decorations on them and she looked a lot more like a stripper than she usually did.

  “Damn,” Rust said when she sat at the bar. “Why don’t you get up off that ass and give us a few dances.”

  She looked at Serge to see if he was going to say anything but he didn’t. She went and put on the music and then got up on stage. She stripped while she danced and got completely naked for them. Apart from that she didn’t put a lot of effort into the dancing. The men weren’t watching her that closely, they were mostly talking among themselves and drinking their beer. There wasn’t much point in getting tired. It was still pretty early and some real customers might show up. If they did she’d need the energy to put on a show for them.

  She saw that Serge had his paper package up on the bar and she listened to see what it was. She’d been wondering since she’d seen it back in town.

  “This is our latest venture,” Serge was explaining to Murdoch and he began opening the package.

  Rose wrapped herself around the pole and leaned back so that her breasts fell down over her face. She remained in that position for a while, swaying to the music. It looked like she was dancing but she could have maintained that position for hours without getting tired.

  “What’s in it?” Murdoch said.

  Serge pulled off the paper, revealing a plastic wrapped brick of cocaine. It was about a kilo. That was a lot of coke.

  “It’s cocaine,” Serge said. “It’s the next thing we want to get into.”

  “We’ve been selling cocaine for years, haven’t we?” Murdoch said.

  “We have, but down in the cities. We want to start pushing it along the highway now. Deuce thinks there’ll be a good market for it among the truckers. They don’t have anything to do with their time and money up here. A little coke would probably be an easy sell.”

  “It would let them drive longer hauls too.”

  “It would,” Serge said. “That’s what Deuce figured. The new laws limit their hours but a lot of them get around that. If they want to get in sixteen hours of straight driving, a little coke is definitely the way to go.”

  Murdoch was nodding. “So how will I advertise it?”

  “Just offer it to whoever looks like they might buy some. Try and get a hundred bucks a gram.”

  “Will they pay that?”

  “I don’t know what they’ll pay. If you can’t get a hundred get seventy-five. Don’t go lower than sixty. We don’t want kids driving up from Toronto and Montreal and cleaning us out.”

  “I’ll stick above seventy-five,” Murdoch said.

  “Good.”

  Serge drank his beer and looked at the brick of cocaine on the bar in front of him.

  “Pass me that knife,” he said after a few minutes.

  Rose knew it was only a matter of time. Serge was the kind of guy who could go only so long before opening a brick of cocaine.

  Murdoch passed him a knife that was lying by the grill. Serge wiped it clean against his jeans and cut open the package. He took a small amount of coke onto the tip of the knife and passed it to Rust.

  “Santé,” Rust said and snorted the coke. Then he slammed his fist on the counter.

  “Good?” Serge said.

  “It’s incredible. Give me a little more.”

  Serge shrugged. He dipped the knife back into the brick and took out another little pile of the white powder. Rust snorted it again and again slammed his fists on the counter.

  “You like that?” Serge said.

  “I feel like ten men,” Rust said.

  He was obviously buzzing. His eyes glistened and darted around the room. They came to rest on Rose and she knew she was in for trouble. There was nothing like a little cocaine to turn some already mean men into absolute monsters.

  “You,” Serge said to Murdoch. “You better taste it before you start selling it.”

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Murdoch said.

  “But don’t get into the habit,” Serge said. “If I find out you’re snorting it all when you’re supposed to be selling it I’ll have your nuts in a sack around my neck.”

  “Not me, boss,” Murdoch said, leaning in over the bar, getting closer to Serge.

  Serge dipped the knife back into the brick and brought it out with a liberal pile of powder. He held it up to Murdoch’s face and Murdoch blocked one nostril with his thumb and snorted the coke through the other.

  “Fuck me,” he said as the drug entered his blood stream.

  “This must be good shit,” Serge said, looking more closely at the brick.

  “It’s fucking beautiful,” Rust said.

  Serge didn’t wait any longer to find out. He dug the knife back into the brick and pulled out a huge amount. It was piled along the length of the knife. He tapped it out onto the bar and rolled up a bill and sucked it up through his nose.

  It was a lot. Even from where she was standing on the stage, Rose could tell that was a lot of cocaine. There was no telling what a hit like that would do to a man like Serge. Most men became obnoxious, over confident and more aggressive on coke. Given that serge was a beast even under normal circumstances, she shuddered at the thought of what he would become under the influence of that much coke.

  She climbed up the pole and spread her legs, flashing her pussy at the men.

  “Get on down here,” Serge called out to her.

  She’d known it was only a matter of time.

  “Come on,” he said.

  She looked at them. Rust was rocking in his chair. Murdoch was giggling from where he stood behind the bar. It was Serge that troubled her most, though. The look on his face was deadly serious. He was staring at her as if he was a predator and she was his prey.

  She walked over to him, completely naked. She already had that sick feeling in her stomach that she sometimes got working at the Cat. The life of a stripper like her was never safe. She could never fully let her guard down. It was long stretches of complete and absolute boredom, but it was always punctuated by moments of sheer panic and terror. This was one of those moments.

  She knew enough to know that a completely ordinary night dancing could always take a turn for the worse. From that moment onwards, things would go bad and there would be nothing she could do about it. This night had just turned that corner. Everything that was going to happen to her was a certainty now. From the moment those three men started snorting the coke, it became a certainty. It was cast in stone. Nothing she could do would make it otherwise.

  Serge dug the knife into the brick of coke and took out a huge scoop of the white powder.

  “I don’t want any,” Rose said.

  “I didn’t ask if you wanted it,” Serge said, laughing.

  Rose looked away but he held the knife up to her face.

  “Take it, you stupid cunt,” he growled.

  She locked eyes with him for a moment. How could she even have considered a relationship this man? She put her nose to the blade of the knife and snorted the coke.

  Immediately sh
e felt the surge of pleasure from the drug as it entered her blood.

  “Oh yeah,” Rust said, watching her. “She fucking likes that.”

  Rose held onto the bar to steady herself.

  “That’s some strong shit,” Murdoch said.

  She nodded her head.

  Serge started opening his pants. He pulled them open and took out his cock. It was already getting hard. Rose wasn’t ready for this. Her head was spinning from the cocaine. She hadn’t recovered from the night before either. She’d known this was coming, she’d had an uneasy feeling about it all night, but now that it was here she realized just how much trouble she was in.

  “Come on,” Serge said to her. “Suck on this.”

  She looked down at his cock. It was long and thick and perfectly formed. In a past life she might have been impressed by it. Now she’d seen so many penises that she was never pleased to see another one.

  “I said suck it,” Serge said and reached around to the back of her head and pulled her down onto his crotch.

  She only just had enough time to open her mouth before she was down on top of his thick, veiny cock. He pushed her head hard onto it and she couldn’t breathe. The cock was back in her throat, choking her. She could hear laughter but didn’t know which of them it was coming from.

  After what seemed like a very long time, Serge let up on her head and she was able to come up for air. She gasped as she breathed. The three men were still laughing. Rose looked at each of them and shivered. They looked like a pack of hungry dogs.

  “Come on,” Serge said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Let’s share her.”

  To Rose, the words didn’t register immediately. She heard them but she didn’t fully understand what they meant. Then, as their meaning seeped into her mind, she shook her head ever so slightly from left to right.

  “Hell yeah,” Murdoch said.

  “We’ll fuck the shit out of her,” Rust said.

  Rose couldn’t catch her breath. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe but she was so tense, so scared, that her breathe wouldn’t come.

  “No,” she said quietly.

  She looked at Serge. She would give him anything. Whatever he wanted, she would give him. In that instant of fear and terror, in that moment of desperation, she knew that he had won. If he wanted her she would be his. If he would offer her his protection, if he would prevent her from being gang raped, if he would take her into his arms and keep the other two off of her, she would let him. She would be his.

  “Please,” she said, looking directly into his eyes.

  She knew that he had some feelings for her. She knew that he at least liked her. He’d taken her out on his bike to town. For a man like him, that was a big deal. He didn’t just let anyone on his bike. He’d bought her gifts. He’d even saved her leather racing suit. He had to have some feelings for her.

  She knew she didn’t love him. She knew she didn’t even like him. She was pretty sure she hated him. But if he would protect her from the other two she would give herself to him.

  “Please, Serge,” she whispered, “don’t do this. Don’t let them do this to me.”

  Serge’s smile spread even wider across his face. There was an animal wildness in his gaze. She knew that all was lost. He didn’t love her. He didn’t care about her. He cared about nothing, no one. He wasn’t going to protect her. She could see it all. He was a beast. There was no doubting it.

  She turned and fled. She was stark naked, she didn’t even have the red heels on, but she didn’t care. She ran straight for the front door of the bar. It was as if she believed she could escape. That was crazy. She knew it was. There was no where for her to run, no where for her to hide, she didn’t even have any clothes on, but she ran for that door like her life depended on it.

  She didn’t know if anyone was chasing after her. She didn’t turn to look. She was too frightened. She fled like a terrified animal being chased by a pack of ravenous dogs. She reached the door in a second and crashed through it, out onto the ground. Something had tripped her up from behind as she burst through the door and she fell onto the muddy, snow strewn parking lot.

  Pain rushed through her knee as it caught the gravel. She stretched out her hands in front of her and felt the grit of the parking lot cut up into her palms. She was crying but she didn’t know it yet. The icy coldness of the air was overpowering. It was like falling into freezing water. The air out there was far below freezing. She wouldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes naked out there at that temperature.

  But she didn’t care at that moment if she lived or died. She just wanted to get away.

  The bounds of her life had closed in on her and were suffocating her. She could no longer tolerate this existence. She knew that her life had crossed a line. All she wanted to do was get away from this place, even if it was only to die. She’d long known that her soul and her heart could only put up with so much torture, so much sadness and humiliation and pain. She’d always known that sooner or later something would break, her spirit would give up, and she would no longer be able to stand up to the pain and sadness that assailed her every day.

  That moment of breaking had finally come. As Rust’s thick, strong fingers locked around her ankle, as the man literally dragged her by the ankle back into the bar and slammed the door shut behind her, she knew that she would no longer be able to continue with this life. One way or another, dead or alive, she would have to break free or die trying.

  XII

  “HAVE AT HER, BOYS” SERGE said as he looked down on the ground at Rose.

  She looked up at him. Who had she been kidding? He didn’t love her. He didn’t give a shit about her.

  He turned away and lit a cigarette as Rust and Murdoch tried to assess whether or not he really meant what he said. They knew that he’d been slipping into jealous fits of rage lately, they knew it would be risky to fuck any girl who he might conceivably think of as his property, but fueled by the cocaine and their own lustful greed they were both desperate to fuck Rose.

  “Look at her,” Murdoch said.

  Rose was trying to get on her knees but she’d cut them so badly when she’d fallen that it hurt to try and crawl.

  “Where do you think you’re going, little lady?” Rust said.

  Rust was standing over her. He’d taken his cock out of his pants and was holding it in his hand like a weapon.

  “You really mean it, boss?” he said to Serge.

  “Do I have to say it again?” Serge said. “The two of you fuck her. And you better do it hard unless you want me to change my mind.”

  “It’s just she rode out with you today,” Rust said.

  Serge looked at Rust for a second. Rose could understand why he was hesitant to fuck her. The way Serge had been flying off the handle, anyone would be a fool to get on his bad side. She prayed that Serge would change his mind.

  “You,” Serge said, pointing his finger at Murdoch, “I want to see your cock inside that bitch right now.”

  “Yes, boss,” Murdoch said.

  He came around the bar and took his jeans off. Rose shuddered. How was she ever going to get over this? This was going to ruin her. She could already feel it.

  “And you,” Serge said, this time pointing his finger at Rust, “I want to see your fat cock in her tight little asshole. I want to see this slut so filled up with semen that she’s ready to burst. I want you to drown her in it.”

  Rose was shaking her head. Her eyes were dry, she no longer had the tears to cry for this, but she shook her head and watched in pained agony as Rust and Murdoch stripped off their clothes. When they were both naked, Murdoch went over to the door of the bar and flipped to sign. Then he locked the door.

  Rust pulled her to her feet. She looked down at her body. Blood was flowing from her knees down toward her ankles. She would have to clean the gravel out of those cuts later. She thought about that as Rust brought her over to the stage.

  “Murdoch,” he said, “you sit o
n the side here.”

  Murdoch came over and sat down on the side of the stage. His cock stuck up in front of him from his lap. Rose eyed it like it was a poisonous snake. She knew that pretty soon it would be squirting its venom into her vagina.

  “What are you waiting for, bitch,” Rust said. “Mount that cock.”

  Rose obeyed without saying anything. She knew there was no point in trying to resist this. She put her legs over Murdoch’s lap, one on each side so that she was facing him and straddling his lap. Then slowly she lowered herself down onto his lap until the tip of his cock was pressing against the mouth of her pussy.

  “Wet it,” she said to Murdoch and her voice sounded so sad that she hardly even recognized it as her own.

  She was looking straight into his face, his mouth was just a few inches from hers, and she leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Something had taken over her now. She was no longer herself, she was no longer in charge of what she was doing. She was allowing them to control her, to make her decisions. She was doing exactly what they wanted her to do.

  “What did she say?” Serge called from over by the bar where he was smoking and watching the show.

  Murdoch answered. “She said for me to wet her,” he said.

  Serge and Rust laughed. They were so excited. The cocaine was coursing through their veins. Their cocks were hard and hungry.

  “Good idea,” Serge said and took a long draw from his cigarette.

  Murdoch lifted his hand up to his mouth and spat in it. Rose looked away. He rubbed the saliva all over pussy, inserting his finger inside her as he did it. Then he took a hold of her at the waist and pulled her down onto his rigid cock. His penis slid right inside her like a sword sliding into its sheath.

  She moaned as he entered her and he mistook the moan as a sound of pleasure. He pulled her forward again, pressing his mouth against hers, scratching her face with his coarse beard, forcing his awful tongue into her mouth.

  Serge cheered as Murdoch penetrated her. “Alright, cowboy,” he said to Rust, “you’re next.”