Better than We've Had (boyxboy)

Chapter Eleven

Once in town I secured a place at the inn, which was conveniently located on the upper floor of the bar. I say convenient because tonight, tonight, I was planning on drinking my sorrows away. Nothing soothed a broken heart faster than getting smashed out of your mind, or so I've been told.

There I sat at the bar with some other members of the crew. Some openly chatted with me. Most spat obscenities. I was finishing my third drink and feeling pleasantly warm. My head was swirling inside, a much wanted distraction from my problems.

I would get over them, him, eventually.

Time healed all wounds, or at least made them more bearable.

After my fourth drink I decided it was time to take a walk around town. I was not yet ready to head to bed and I was sure the cool night air would feel wonderful against my overly hot skin.

And I was right, the rush of relief I felt upon walking out and feeling the cool caress of wing was instantaneous and welcomed. I passed by a lot of the buildings he pointed out to me earlier. When passing the brothel I heard moans coming out of the alley. That seemed weird to me. Usually, in my experience, you were more likely to hear moans coming from within the brothel. Like the crowd who gathered at a hanging, I could not tear my eyes away from what I saw in that alley.

In it, I recognized our master gunner Gustav, his green eyes glowing like beacons in the night. He was doing something with a woman. No sooner had I identified what they were doing than I made to move on, not wanting to alert the couple that they had been spotted in such a compromising position.

As luck would have it, he spotted me, "Hey Molly," he greeted, "vant to come take her place? It no matter who's suckin' or I'm fuckin' as long as there's a tight hole around my dick."

Well, I'm definitely not dignifying that with a response. I renewed my pace deciding that now was the perfect time to head back to my room at the inn.

There was a harsh slapping sound and a feminine cry. Before I could even turn around to see what had happened to the poor girl that had been with Gustav, a rough hand grabbed my arm and yanked me backwards.

"Ye think you're better than me Molly?" Gustav growled.

Faking bravado I really wasn't feeling, Gustav was huge, I bit back, "Actually, yes, I do. I would never have stooped so low as to hit a woman."

"Brave words coming from someone who's no better than a woman," Gustav seethed dragging me toward the doors of the brothel.

I tripped after him, really having no choice but to follow as he yanked me through the doors. Barging into the main room he shouted, "Who vants to help me vith this vone?" He was kind enough to emphasize "this" by shaking me like a child's dolly.

There was a round of low guffaws and I saw a number of Intrepid's crew jumping to their feet eager, not to help me but, to help Gustav with whatever sinister plan he had thought up.

Worse still, I recognized all the men by name. Simon, a rigger with long black hair. Avery, a fiery red head with the personality to match. He was an able bodied sailor. Vincenzo and Mark were also there. This wasn't going to be pleasant. If I didn't get away they were going to beat me to a pulp.

They all helped Gustav wrestle me into the alley while I struggled futilely the whole way.

Gustav pushed me against the wall. My head hit the hard surface with a disorientating thud. Then the beating started. There seemed to be fists and boots everywhere at once with no slowing of pace. They were laughing with each new blow, shouting new creative obscenities with each agonizing hit.

A kick straight to the groin made me fall to my knees.

"Not like he needs them anyway," one of my attackers growled, probably referencing my abused man parts.

"Hold him down," Gustav ordered. Why was holding me down even necessary at this point? I wasn't going anywhere. I was just waiting for the assault to end.

There were hands on either side of me gripping my shoulders roughly. They forced me onto my hands and knees, in a crawling position, then held me tightly.

My trousers were lowered.

God no... not that.

I thrashed around until somebody smacked me in the face hard. The slap had my already spinning head trying to figure out which way was up. I couldn't understand what was going on around me. But I needed to get away.

There was someone behind me.

With no warning, he was inside me.

I cried out in anguish. The intrusion hurt, physically, but it was so much more than just the physical pain. They were taking something from me. These men, no they weren't men were taking something I hadn't given them. They were taking something that I had only ever given to one person. A person I loved. He started to move in and out, and I screamed with every movement. This was not something done in love. How could a person do this to someone else?

"Somebody shut him up," the man pounding me hissed.

Then there was someone in front shoving into my mouth. With a threat of, "Bite me an' yer dead."

It was Mark.

And, threat be damned, I seriously considered doing it for a couple of seconds. What did I actually have to live for?

They were taking everything away from me. And Sebastian, well he didn't want me in his future.

Maybe this was my future. Forever the bitch for a gang of judgmental pircks.

I cried as they continued to use me from both sides. They were taking turns, switching each time one was spent, occasionally stopping to beat me in between spitting me like a pig. If I so much as breathed the wrong way they beat me.

I stopped struggling. If I let them do what they wanted maybe they'd tire of me faster and leave me be.

When they were through, what seemed like hours later, they let me fall to the ground in that dirty alley and tied up their trousers, going back to their homes for the night.

I could feel blood and semen leaking out of me and down my legs. Too weak to move, to even pull my trousers up, I laid in that alley waiting for the pain to end.

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Picture of Gustav, the biggest jerk of this chapter.