DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) (13 page)

Certain that Shellie was the next victim, Ryan was surprised that the other two girls had not convinced Shellie to be prepared and waiting at the door. Shellie had minimal self-esteem, little income, and a family that she rarely spent time with. She had very little to live for in Ryan’s opinion – compared to the other women.

“I’m
not
going to do it,” Shellie shook her head and stood from the bench.

“Forty,” Frustrated, Ryan stared at the face of his watch as he spoke.

“You stupid bitch, if you don’t go you’re going to die
anyway
,” Elena screamed as she stood from the bench and approached Shellie.

“We can all die. I don’t care,” Shellie shouted as she turned to face Elena.

“Thirty,” Ryan barked as he looked up from his watch.

Ryan was becoming more and more frustrated with each second. His financial fate was in the hands of the women, and completion of this task in the order that he had predicted was necessary for him to succeed in the manner he had hoped. His successes would prove his worth as a man of value and intelligence.

“This
loco
fucker is going to kill us,” her voice cracking, Elena’s felt as if she had sand in her throat as she spoke.

“Then he can kill us, fine.
You go
,” Shellie demanded with a sharp definitive tone.

“
Fuck you
, I’m not
going,” Elena shrieked as she grabbed Shellie’s shoulder and pulled it toward her, turning Shellie around to face her.

“Fifteen,” Ryan shouted as he wiped his brow with his right hand.

“Shellie, we talked about this.
Please
,” Meghan pleaded.

“You act like you’re asking me to take out the trash or do a chore. I don’t want to die. I don’t care what the fuck we talked about.
You go
,” Shellie bellowed as she waved her hands in front of her chest.

“Seven,” Ryan’s voice was getting louder.

“Get away from me, you two.
Just get away
,” Shellie shouted.

All of the women began screaming at once.

“We’ll
all
die if someone doesn’t go out there,” Elena shouted at Shellie.

“
You
go,” Shellie moved to the corner and stood on top of the bench.

“Three,” Ryan was now screaming.

“Shellie, please. Fuck.
Someone
,” Meghan pleaded.

“Two,” Ryan screamed as he looked at his watch.

“Shellie!” Meghan screamed.

“One,” Ryan looked up from his watch and into the room.

“Fuck it. I’ll go,” a voice echoed from inside the concrete room.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

UNCLE JOSH

THIRTEEN.
Meghan’s uncle Josh, in his early thirties, walked into the spare bedroom of his home at 2014 Mountain Road and closed the door behind him.

“If you’re going to behave, I will take the gag out of your mouth. Will you behave?” Josh asked softly.

Meghan, now thirteen years old, had been tied to the bed naked for two hours. Scared, tired, and feeling as if she had no other alternative, she stared at the typewriter on the desk and nodded her head slowly.

Josh knelt beside the bed, reached up over the comforter that was piled beside her and began to untie the bed sheet that was secured tight across her mouth. As he stretched his arm over her chest, his forearm brushed against her nipples.

As her uncle’s arm touched her, Meghan flinched. She had stayed at the home of her uncle each summer for two weeks while her parents vacationed. Each time she stayed, he sexually assaulted her for the duration of her time at his home.

Initially, as far as she could recall, the assaults had been oral. It started when she was nine. Initially, she was taught to perform on her uncle. Additionally, she was taught how to receive pleasure from him performing on her.

The mental pleasure Meghan received from the initial oral stimulation made her feel dirty and guilty. She lived with the guilt each time she reached climax. As hard as she tried to fight the feelings, they continued to come. Based on her fear of disappointing her mother, she felt that she must do as her uncle Josh asked; he was her mother’s only brother. Her mother cherished Josh, and Meghan’s denying his requests would certainly be a huge disappointment to both Josh and her mother.

The summer Meghan turned twelve years old her uncle began teaching her how to have sexual intercourse. The entire time spent at his home that summer was filled with sex. Meghan felt tremendous guilt following that summer.

Josh’s instructions to her, initially, explained her necessity to perform for him as he requested.  Meghan felt that he was, after all, her uncle – and she felt guilty telling him no. He further explained it was an avenue for her to show him how much she loved him and cared for him. Her refusal would indicate a lack of love, Josh assured her. Her lack of love would be explained to her mother, who would be crushed. The sex, without a doubt, would be proof of her love for her mother as well as her uncle.

“
God doesn’t want us to have hatred in our heart for anyone, Meghan
,” her uncle Josh had told her that summer.

“
If you don’t allow me to show you, it means you don’t love me. It means you don’t trust me. Meghan, it means that you don’t care. If you do care, you’ll do this for me. I don’t want to force you, you must let me. Do you understand?
” he had asked.

Meghan agreed that summer to allow him to do as he asked. Now thirteen years old, she had a boyfriend. She felt differently about the sexual acts. And she began to feel as if what she had been doing for the last four years was wrong.

“Okay, now have you settled down?” her uncle Josh asked as he stood up, the bed sheet in his hand.

Meghan nodded.

Meghan watched as he removed his shirt and tossed it beside the bed. Meghan felt disgusted by his hairy body. As he rubbed the hair on his chest with his hands, she felt her stomach convulse and heave. She fought back the sickening feeling as he rubbed his hairy body.

“Are you ready?” her uncle smiled as he asked.

Desperately, Meghan wanted to shake her head and scream. For the last two hours she had been bound to the bed, her arms and legs tied. Naked, she lay on the bed, shivering and cold. She knew what she must do to please him. Pleasing him was a terrible necessity.

Meghan bit her bottom lip lightly and nodded her head.

“Say it,” her uncle demanded in a soft tone.

“I want you Uncle Josh,” Meghan whispered.

“No, say it louder. Like you mean it. Tell me what you want. You know the rules,” her uncle pleaded.

“I want you…” Meghan hesitated.

“I want you to…” Meghan’s throat felt as if it was full of dirt. Her words barely escaped her mouth.

“I want you to teach me,” Meghan muttered.

“That’s a good girl. You want me to teach you what, Meghan?” her uncle asked as he unbuckled his belt.

Meghan pulled on the restraints that bound her arms. The restraints were taught, and she knew that there was no relief to speak of. Her pulling against them was a reassurance that she couldn’t get away and she was forced to perform as he asked. She relaxed and sighed softly.

“Teach me how to make a man happy,” Meghan said softly.

“Okay, now all at once. Remember?” her uncle asked as he unbuttoned his pants.

Although Meghan was looking at the foot of the bed, and her uncle stood beside the bed, she could see his pants fall to the floor. As he began to stroke himself to erection, he waited for her pleadings.

Meghan stared beyond the foot of the bed at the typewriter that sat on the desk against the wall. As she focused in the typewriter, she began to speak.

“Uncle Josh, will you teach me how to make a man happy?” Meghan whispered.

“Yes, Meghan. Yes I will,” her uncle said softly as he climbed onto the bed.

“Now you know what uncle Josh needs first. Remember? We have to get him wet first. Open up,” her uncle explained as he straddled her neck and began to force himself into her mouth.

Meghan, with each stroke of her uncle’s flesh against her face, took her mind to a field of flowers in the pasture behind her parent’s farm.

They were sunflowers, and often as a little girl, she would run through the flowers and hold her arms outstretched, swiping the stalks as she ran. To her, the flowers were a scented manner of escape. The sweet smell of the flowers filled her lungs, becoming part of her. All of what life included stopped while she was in the field of flowers. While surrounded by the sunflowers, nothing else mattered. Filled with their scent, often she would turn and face the sun, and dream that she was a flower as well.

As Josh grunted, and she felt his weight upon her, Meghan held her eyes closed tight, and ran through the field of flowers with her arms outstretched.

Nothing.

Else.

Mattered.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MAKE IT A DOUBLE.

FOURTEEN.
“You have to
tell
me how to do this, Dent. Because you sure as fuck aren’t going to show me,” Ami complained as she became frustrated.

Ami had dated Dent for just shy of a year. Their relationship was primarily sexual, which didn’t particularly bother Ami. In fact, considering all things, she enjoyed it. Dent left her with an amount of freedom that she was comfortable with, and enjoyed. The sex, generally speaking, was second to none, and Ami expected she’d have a difficult time getting better sex anywhere without a difficult time of trial and error.

“Jonny, lay flat on your back, and keep your cock stiff,” Dent said as he pointed to the bed where his friend lay naked.

Jonny lay back on the bed and stroked his cock with his hand, waiting for further instruction. Ami stood beside the bed naked watching Jonny stroke his cock. As he stroked his cock, she began to finger her clit, attempting to keep herself well lubricated. Ami’s sexual drive, by her own admission, was extremely high, and required a constant level of heightened sexual stimulation to keep her attention and maintain her desire for multiple orgasms.

As she inserted her second finger into her pussy, Dent began to bark out instructions.

“Now you’re gonna need to climb up on him and take that in your ass,” Dent demanded.

“Dent, I’m tired of your temper, and I will not take that in my ass. I’m down for a double, I am. But you’re ruining it for me. One, you need to stop screaming at me. Two, I ain’t gonna take Jonny’s cock in my ass. It’s the size of my wrist and ten inches long. I’ll take
yours
in my ass and
his
in my pussy. That’s the deal,” Ami’s voice rose as she spoke.

“I ain’t letting him fuck that pussy,” Dent barked as he pointed at Ami’s crotch.

“Okay fine. No deal,” Ami said as she pulled her fingers from her pussy.

“Okay, fuck it. Fine. Get up Jonny. I’ll need to lie down,” Dent shouted.

Dent’s temper often became elevated for any number of reasons. Although he never hit Ami or caused her a tremendous amount of dissatisfaction, he had slapped her a few times. Slapping, to Ami, was not abuse. She viewed it, right or wrong, as part of
doing business
in a relationship.

As Dent climbed onto the bed, he grabbed the tube of lubricant from on top of the dresser. As he lie on his back, he began to stroke his cock and liberally apply lubricant as he did so. Within a matter of seconds, his cock was hard, and glistened with lube.

“No, get up here, and face me, and lower your ass onto my cock. When I get in that ass, let me get a few strokes. After I’m good and in her ass, Jonny, you get
your
ass up on my lower legs. My calves, whatever, facing me, and just straddle my legs. Just kinda stand there, squat, whatever,” Dent waved his hand over his thighs as he spoke.

“Then, you bend over, Ami. And lay your head on my chest or shoulder,” Dent paused and looked up at the ceiling.

As Ami listened she slid her fingers inside her now soaking wet pussy. The thought, to her, of having two cocks inside of her at once was a huge turn on, and not something that she had ever done. She and Dent had talked about this for some time, and now that the time had come, she was beyond ready. As she pressed her fingers up to her knuckles and closed her eyes, Jonny began to speak again.

“And Jonny will…” Dent hesitated.

“Fuck, are either of you two shit-heads listening?” Dent screamed.

Ami opened her eyes and looked at Dent as he sat up on the bed.

“Yeah,” Jonny said as he stroked his massive cock.

“Yep, got it,” Ami said as she slowly closed her eyes and tried to reach climax.

“You fuck bubbles. If you were listening, you’d know we got it backwards. Jonny, you got to be lying on
your
back. Same instructions, but you got to be in her pussy. You’re on your back. We straight?” Dent bellowed.

“Yep,” Jonny said as Dent slid off the side of the bed.

“Yeah. Straight,” Ami said as she opened her eyes, clearly frustrated at all of the yelling.

As Jonny got on the bed, Ami climbed onto the foot of the bed. As he stroked his cock, she climbed onto his thighs and immediately lowered herself onto the tip of his cock.

“Easy,” Ami said as she pointed to Jonny’s face.

He nodded and slowly worked his hips up and down.