Lady Vixen

Chapter Six

"Alright Vivian, this is the part where you show us why we should keep you around. Are you ready?" Andre says to me.

"What does that mean?" I ask him.

"Don't worry. I will show you," he says as he gets up from the bed. He stands beside the bed as he takes his shirt off revealing his ripped abs, broad shoulders and chest. If we have met in different circumstances, I would have tried to be with him. We didn't and my attractions for him turns to fear as he feels on my left thigh.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Just relax," he says to me as he unbuttons his pants.

"No. Let me go. Let me go," I say to him beginning to panic.

"Can't do that. Have to see if you are worth the time it took to bring you here," he says to me. He unbuttons my jeans and pull them down to my ankles. He places his body on top of mine.

"You don't have to do this. Please. I will do anything you want. Just," I plea to him before he covers my mouth.

"This is what I want," he says with his brown eyes burning into mine. He moves his hand and force his lips on mine. I can feel his hand slide from my neck to my right breast. He squeezes it and begins massaging it. He forces his cold hand under my hoodie and shirt squeezing even harder on my breast. He moves his lips. I close my eyes.

"Please stop," I say to him holding back the tears.

"I know you like this," he says to me.

"I don't," I say to him.

"Yeah okay," he says to me as he begins to feel on my waist. He slides his index finger on the brim of my panties. He forces his cold hand underneath causing my legs to quiver. He looks me in my eyes as I cannot help but to do the same. "You're tight."

The only way for me to prepare myself for what is about to happen is to not think about it at all. I look up to the ceiling trying to hold the tears in. I can feel his warm legs in between mine. His inner thighs touch on the inner thighs of mine as he raises my legs a little. He forces himself in me causing me to gasp a little. As he gets deeper, the tear breaks through. He places his hands on the bed over my shoulders just a little. His thrusts are hard and lasting. With each thrust, I just want to burst out in tears. I feel so helpless. I don't know what I can do. He pulls himself out of me looking me in my eyes. He smirks, and the only thing I can do is look away. He goes back in for seconds but the second one is only twice as harder. His face was so serious. This is my evaluation. If I don't please him, I am not sure what they are going to do to me. He gets up from me shaking himself off on me. I have never felt so violated in my life.

"This one may be what we needed," he says to the others. "Mark, it's your turn." Mark stands there looking at me. I can tell he doesn't want to. He looks at me with his hopeless eyes knowing he doesn't. The two of them stare one another down. Andre sucks his teeth and walks over to him. He pushes him aggressively to the bed. "Get in there!" Andre shouts at him. Mark slowly gets up on his knees. He unties the drawstring of his sweatpants.

He pulls his sweatpants down to his knees along with his boxers. He slowly grabs for my waist with his cold hands causing me to quiver. He forces my body closer to his as my legs rest on the sides of his. My wrists are in pain as the cuffs dig into my skin. My arms are stretched above my head. Mark looks at me with tears building up in his eyes. I take a deep breath and shake my head at him. It's not his fault. He begins thrusting inside of me. He leans his body in closer as his breathing increases. He places his arms on the bed by my sides. I look him in his eyes as he mouths "I'm sorry." I know it's not his fault. I almost start to feel bad for him. He continues to thrust making the next one faster than the last. He places his right hand around my neck. He starts to squeeze as he continues thrusting causing me to choke. It hurts so bad. I gasp for air, but nothing is working. I cannot stop him. I cannot stop any of them.

"Alright that's enough," Andre says to him as he pulls Mark off me. I gasp for air coughing from nearly dying. I look at Mark as he quickly pulls his sweatpants up and run out of the room. "Pussy," Andre shouts as he laughs afterwards. He looks at me flexing his muscles. I try to close my legs. "You want more?"

"No," I say to him.

"Too bad," he says to me as he gets back on the bed with me. He spread my legs open as I try to fight back. He smacks my legs causing me to stop fighting as I whimper a little. "Stay still," he says to me as he holds my legs open. I can feel his head in between my legs as the wetness of his tongue pierce through my insides. Are they finished yet? Why do I have to keep going through this?

After hours of the torment, they finally left me alone. It got to a point where I had to close my eyes and just let them have their way with me. Even when I close my eyes, they torment me. I can still feel Andre in me. I can feel his kisses down my neck as he rubs on my thighs. I can feel his biceps against my skin and his pecs on my chest still. He left me on the bed with my pants still down and my shirt still up. The coldness of the room caressing my body. I open my eyes to survey the room. There's cardboard on the windows. The bed is just a mattress on the floor and the walls are just plain and horrible. I look at the bottom of the mattress to find Mark standing there looking at me. We both stared at each other as the tears fall from my eyes. Before I could say something, Mark says, "I'm sorry." I look at him not sure what I should say.

"You're sorry?" I ask him.

"I am. It was wrong. I didn't want to..."

"You didn't have to! You could have left. You could've stopped Andre."

"I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"You see him."

"So."

"I didn't want to do it. I hate it every time they do."

"Why let them?"

"They would kill me." I stop and stare at him. I can tell by the look on his face that he was serious.

"Why would you think that?"

"I have seen it," he says to me walking by my side. I flinch as he reaches for me. "Relax." He picks up a washcloth from the side of the bed. He wrings out the excess water and hands me the cloth. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a key. He unlocks the cuffs on my wrists. I quickly rub my wrists as I look at him. "I'll leave you to it. The ankle cuffs stay on, but at least you're free to wash yourself up."

He walks out of the room as I sit on the bed. He closes the door behind him. I begin wiping myself clean of them. With every scrub, a tear follows. So many tears followed. I feel so sick. I just allow the tears to fall as I begin to punch my legs in anger. I need to get out of here. I need to go.