My Ride or Die

Chapter 37

Jenny

There he was. Out little Alexander. Daddy's got him. Daddy's always got him. Hunter was holding Clara on his shoulders. Like the big strong dad he was. Hunter, I love you. I'm so tired.

I tries to stay awake and saw a two combat boots to my feet. Like Hunter's. I kissed them and said, "Oh thank god! Hunter! Hunter, help me." I hugged them and was so happy and relieved he was here to help me.

"Hey there, Cupcake," that voice said. I tiredly looked up.

It was Brandon, sipping his beer and smoking his cigarette. The guys were in the kitchen. I could hear from their laughs. "Brandon! Brandon, please please help me!", I whispered and begged.

He chuckled and sipped his beer again, and he picked my beaten face up by the chin. "Awww, look who's finally being a good submissive little step sister, huh?", he teased.

"Brandon, please-

He suddenly kissed me. I bit his lip and pulled away. He chuckled. "You can't admit you haven't been wanting to do that."

I was disgusted. "I would never," I said as I spat his blood out on the ground. "Oh, please. I saw how you watched me the other night when I brought my girlfriend over. You couldn't resist watching me fuck her brains out."

I looked up at him disgusted.

"You wanted to be her at that moment, didn't you, Cupcake?"

"You're sick!", I cried.

"And you're out of luck if you don't play by my rules, Cupcake!", he said back.

"You can't tell me you didn't like what you saw. My dick, just destroying her insides," he said as he grabbed my face and he forced me to look at that ceiling and he began to talk like he was painting a mental picture.

"Picture it," he smiled as he waved his hand in the air in an arch. "You, me, that sense of...forbidden love," he said as he pulled down the straps of my dress.

I immediately yelped and pulled away from him. He suddenly grabbed my arms and shook me.

"Tell me you wanna fuck me! Tell me! TELL ME!", he shouted.

I was in so much pain. I just wanted him to let me go. I screamed as he shook me because I could tell my arm was broken and my lower stomach was killing me as he forced my torso upwards.

"TELL ME!", he shouted again. "Tell me how you love my dick! Tell me how much you wanna fuck me!"

"OK! OK! YES!", I shouted. He finally let me go and he threw me on the couch.

The guys suddenly came out of the kitchen and into the living room, cheering Brandon on.

I screamed as Brandon took off his belt and pulled by my legs, which were aching, closer to his groin. He ripped off the top of my dress and exposed my breasts.

The guys began to cheer as they held my arms down. Chris held a knife to my throat and put his hand on my mouth. I screamed and struggled as they cheered and high-fived each other.

I could hear Spike barking and scratch the nearby closet door. Like he could sense something was wrong. I didn't know where Hunter was. I just wanted to die. I knew this was the end.

"Go Brandon!"

"Get her, Brandon!"

"Woo-hoo Brandon!"

He still hadn't done anything. Just taken off his clothes and ripped off mine. I wouldn't let him put it in until I got punched in the face.

"Lights out, Duchess", I heard Chris say.