King by E.R. Hendricks

Author:E.R. Hendricks [Hendricks, E.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

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His hot breath of whiskey and something garlicky warms the side of my face. My eyes flicker, trying to focus on one thing, but by the time my eyes focus on something, they blur again. Where am I? I feel a pinch, and I look down and see a man between my legs, his face smudged like some sort of abstract painting as he stares down at me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to lube you up before Antonio takes that tight little asshole of yours.” I see a flash of crooked teeth, but everything looks quadrupled as if I’m looking through a kaleidoscope. This is just a bad dream, right? I go to speak, but my voice seems far away, and I don’t know if the words even leave my mouth.

“Are you sure you didn’t give her too much, Carlos?” Antonio looks mildly worried as he stares down at me. “Matias would charge us double if we killed one of his girls.” His accent comes in thicker now that the alcohol he has been gulping down kicks in. I can’t feel my fingers or my toes, so I try and focus on wiggling them, giving myself something to concentrate on.

“Ahh, she’ll be all right. Probably just a lightweight.” Carlos chuckles as he yanks his pants down, his belt clinging as it smacks off the table under me, the one they have me tied to.

My mind spins, having trouble focusing on any one thing. All I can hear are the high-pitched screams of what must be more women near me. The large open room encourages voyeurism. And for men who can afford it, to have their every twisted desire met. The women are expendable, the men’s secrets buried. My stomach turns as I feel the blunt tip of what I’m assuming is a cock at my entrance. It won’t be the first time I’ve been raped, but after the last time, I swore it would be my last. I swore no one would ever get this piece of me without my consent. I buck and fight, my limbs barely cooperating. I flounder like a fish out of water against the table, anything to stop this from continuing.

“Ah, maybe I didn’t give her enough.” Carlos laughs as he lunges forward, using his weight to try and pin me fully to the table.

“N-n-nooo.” I slur, but the words come out. Not that it matters to men like this. They don’t need consent—fuck, they don’t even want it. That’s half the fun.

There’s a groan to my right, and I see Antonio’s got his ruddy cock in his hand. “I love it when they fight.” He strokes himself, and I turn away in disgust. My head spins with the rapid movement. I can’t do this again. I won’t!

“Come on, bonita, just lie there and take it like a good little whore and I won’t have to hurt you.” Carlos’s tone goes from joking to serious in an instant, and I can see he’s close to losing his patience.

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