DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) (14 page)

“Let me do it, lie still, okay?” Ami asked.

Jonny nodded.

As Ami lowered herself onto Jonny’s massive cock, she immediately reached climax and shuddered from the orgasm. Feeling ecstatic and somewhat embarrassed, she closed her eyes, shook her head slightly, and smiled. Facing Jonny, with Dent standing behind her, she started lowering herself onto Jonny’s massive cock again. As she did, she reached in front of her hip with her hand, and started rubbing her clit.

“You go already?” Jonny asked.

“Yeah a small one,” Ami lied.

“You fucker. You never cum that quick with me,” Dent complained, still standing behind her..

“Well, his cock is the size of a fucking arm. There’s a huge difference. He hits spots you don’t,” Ami sighed as she lowered herself slowly onto Jonny’s cock.

Slowly, she found a rhythm that worked for her and felt comfortable. She bit her bottom lip as she had another orgasm. As she opened her eyes, she raised her left hand to her lip, pressing her index finger to her lips. As Jonny smiled, Dent climbed up onto the bed behind her.

“Okay, bend over,” Dent demanded as he pressed his hand in the middle of her back.

“Easy,” Ami complained as she slowly eased herself forward.

Ami leaned forward as Jonny reached up and began to squeeze her breasts. Continuing to slowly work her way up and down Jonny’s cock, she had another light orgasm. As she placed her hands on his chest, she felt Dent slide his lubricated finger into her ass.

“Oh fuck yes,” Ami cried as she bit her bottom lip.

Dent slid his finger in and out of Ami’s ass as Ami continued to ride Jonny’s cock. Feeling more satisfied from sex than she could ever recall feeling, Ami provided herself a mental nod of satisfaction for agreeing to allow Dent and Jonny to do this to
her.
As she began to tingle deep inside, she began to believe she was actually doing this to
them.

“You ready?” Dent asked.

“Fuck yes. Do it. Do it Dent, fuck my ass,” Ami begged.

Dent slid his finger from Ami’s ass, and she sighed. Slowly and with care, Dent began to slide his rather large cock into her ass. As he did, she lowered herself to Jonny’s chest and moaned. As her breasts smashed against Jonny’s chest she looked into his eyes and smiled.

“Fuck me, Jonny,” she whispered into his ear as she gripped his shoulders.

As Jonny’s hips began to work up and down from the bed, Ami groaned and bit her lip. The level of satisfaction she felt from being stuffed with two cock s at once wasn’t double; it seemed to be ten times as heightened. As Dent slid his cock in and out of her ass slowly, Jonny’s cock pushed deep into her pussy. Deep inside, she could feel their cocks bumping against one another as they fucked her slowly.

“Oh God, I’m going to explode,” Ami growled into Jonny’s ear.

“Wait,” Dent begged as he increased his speed.

“Oh fuck,” Jonny moaned.

“Do it, fucking cum,” Ami begged as Jonny continued to press his massive cock deep inside of her pussy.

“Oh God,” Jonny moaned.

“Choke me,” she whispered into Jonny’s ear.

Jonny raised his hands to her neck and began to squeeze.

“Harder. Choke the fuck out of me,” Ami begged.

As Jonny’s hands wrapped tightly around her neck, she began to moan. She opened and closed her eyes as she felt herself beginning to black out. As she felt Jonny’s already massive cock begin to swell, her body began to unleash an orgasm that rang throughout her body from her nipples through her vaginal canal and into her ass.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum in you,” Jonny screamed as he squeezed her neck harder.

Jonny began to moan as his cock exploded inside of her. Feeling as if she been punched inside as he came with tremendous force, Ami hit his chest. Almost immediately, she felt Dent cum in her ass as he moaned in pleasure.

“Baby, I’m cumming in that ass,” Dent screamed.

As Jonny released her neck, she screamed in pleasure - feeling as if she had an orgasm that she was certain would end her life.

“Oh my fucking God!” Ami screamed as she squeezed Jonny’s shoulders and bit her lip.

The sensation filled her body and ran from her crotch to her boobs and back again, over and over - until it finally dissipated. Uncertain of the amount of time that passed, she opened her eyes and stared at the wall.

“Nobody move,” Ami begged as her body shook in climactic bliss.

As she lowered herself onto Jonny’s chest and closed her eyes, she felt as if she was somewhere other than earth. Her entire body shook and she exhaled and relaxed her muscles. All she cared to do was bask in this feeling and last forever.

When she awoke, the room was empty. Although this was unlike Dent, she wasn’t surprised. She expected that she may have slept for a considerable amount of time, and maybe the boys had left and gone to the bar.

As she stood, shaky legged and walked to the bathroom, she smiled, thinking of the next time they could fulfill this desire again. She truly felt as if she had used them for her satisfaction, and not vice versa. A she entered the bathroom, she saw a note on the mirror, stuck with soap, and drawn on paper with lipstick. She pulled the note from the mirror and read it.

Fucking slut.

Don’t bother.

As she shook her head and tossed the note into her trash can beside the toilet, she thought to herself.

The next man she agreed to be with would be different. A kind of different that made her feel comfortable. A man like no other.

As she sat and started to pee, she cried.

For the last time.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DYING TO SURVIVE.

FIFTEEN.
“You fucking crazy, dumb, stupid fucking bitch. I ought to…” Elena stood on the floor and screamed at Shellie.

“Well, I didn’t want to die. I wasn’t going out
there
,” Shellie pleaded as she stood on the bench and pointed toward the door.

Filled with disappointment and anger, Elena felt as if her blood had begun to boil. She was certain if Shellie had volunteered to die next, she and Meghan could determine a means of escape. Now with Meghan gone, she had no avenue of escape or surviving. Elena knew that
she
would never voluntarily give her life to Ryan, and that he would have to earn her departure from this earth.

“Get down from there, you dumb cunt,” Elena screamed as she took a swipe toward Shellie’s leg with her arm.

“Stop it,” Shellie shouted as she kicked toward Elena.

Elena swung her arm toward Shellie’s leg once again, catching Shellie’s ankle in her hand. Gripping Shellie’s leg tightly, she tugged on it sharply, pulling Shellie down onto the bench. Shellie hit the bench with such force that she was momentarily disoriented. Now gripping both legs by the ankle, Elena pulled Shellie to the floor.

As Shellie flopped to the floor, her head landed hard against the concrete, befuddling her even more. As Shellie opened her eyes, she saw Elena bend over her and reach for her neck.

“You stupid fucking bitch, I ought to kill you,” Elena shouted as she grasped Shellie’s neck in her hands.

Filled with rage and a fear of dying, Elena knelt over Shellie and placed her hands around Shellie’s neck and began to squeeze. Shellie attempted to fight Elena from choking her, but in her confused state, offered minimal resistance. Frantically, Elena squeezed harder and harder as she screamed.

“You stupid fucking bitch. I’m going to kill you and put your fucking body at the door,” Elena bellowed as her hands tightened around Shellie’s neck.

As Elena choked Shellie, she began to feel relief. She felt as if killing Shellie would provide an assurance of her being able to live through this nightmare. As she continued to squeeze Shellie’s neck, Shellie’s resistance became lighter and lighter.

Shellie’s eyes widened as Elena squeezed the little remaining life from her. As Shellie’s heart beat its last beat, Elena’s rage heightened. Desperately trying to find answers to a question that had no answer, she continued to squeeze Shellie’s neck long after Shellie had drawn her last breath.

As Elena realized that Shellie was dead, she released her neck and stood over the body As she looked down at the lifeless body, Elena spat onto the concrete floor beside her.

“Fucking
puta
. Who’s next
now
, bitch?” Elena hissed as she kicked Shellie’s body.

Filled with rage, Elena bent over and grabbed Shellie’s ankles. As she pulled the body toward the doorway, she felt as if her accomplishment would seal her fate to a one-on-one fight with Ryan. Elena was prepared to challenge Ryan and she was certain she would prevail.

Elena believed that Ryan was killing for fun. And she, on the other hand, was killing to survive.

And survive, Elena was certain, was what she was prepared to do – at any cost.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

WHEN I WAS A CHILD.

SIXTEEN.
Frustrated at the fact that Meghan was the next volunteer, Ryan grabbed the back of the chair across from Meghan and pulled it from the table. As he began to sit down, he recalculated his anticipated profit based on Meghan being the second woman to undertake his torture. As the frustration mounted, Ryan looked up at the ceiling and drew a slow breath through his nose.

He placed his right hand on the top of the table, gripped the edge tightly, and exhaled as he looked down and across the table into Meghan’s eyes.

“First, I have a question,” Ryan paused and took another slow breath.

“Up until and including this moment, what is one memory you wish you could remove from your memory bank? Only one,” Ryan asked softly.

Ryan looked into Meghan’s eyes and waited for her response.

Fearing what may be next, and knowing she had nothing to lose, Meghan spoke of what she had never spoken about to another soul on earth. As she began to speak, she closed her eyes.

“When I was nine, my uncle began molesting me,” Meghan paused, her voice cracking as she spoke. Tears began to run down her cheeks.

“When I was twelve, he began to have sexual intercourse with me. This continued until I was fifteen and my parents were of the opinion that I could stay on my own,” Meghan paused again and took a breath as she wiped her eyes free of tears with her fingertips.

“I feel that he took so much from me, yet I feel guilty. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. To take advantage of a child, to alter their life…” Meghan paused and tried to catch her breath -through her crying she was gasping for breath as she spoke.

“Children are innocent and need to be treated with care, respect, and compassion. If I got to choose, I’d remove that memory,” Meghan opened her eyes and wiped the tears from her face.

“You know what’s really weird? What I remember more than anything is the typewriter that sat at the desk. I used to stare at it to clear my mind,” Meghan closed her eyes and shook her head as she cried.

Ryan studied Meghan and thought of what she said. He remembered the basement stairs, and how he had become to detest walking down stairs. He thought of his childhood, knowing his father played a large part in contributing to who he had become. In the absence of his father’s actions, he believed he would be a much different person. He believed, more than likely, he would not be in the position he was currently in.

Ryan began to feel compassion. He shook his head and attempted to remain focused on the matters at hand.

“As you can see, there’s a camera on the tripod beside me. A light will illuminate as soon as,” feeling frustrated, Ryan paused.

Ryan reached across the table toward the remote control for the camera. As he attempted to grasp the remote, his hand shook uncontrollably. Embarrassed, he quickly pulled his hand from the table and into his lap.

“You don’t want to do this do you?” Meghan asked softly as she reached for a towel.

Meghan wiped the tears from her face with the towel and placed it on the table in front of her, resting her hand on the towel. She studied Ryan, finding it interesting that he would wear a white dress shirt, slacks, and a black suit jacket if he intended kill her.

Ryan looked up and into Meghan’s eyes, “It is not a matter of
desire
, Meghan. It is a matter of
necessity
.”

“Explain to me how…” Meghan had not finished her thought or statement before Ryan interrupted her.

“Stop!” Ryan barked, “I am not here to reason with you.”

“As you can see, there’s a camera,” Ryan paused and moved his right hand from his lap to point toward the camera.

“You’re shaking terribly,” Meghan stated as Ryan’s trembling hand reached over the table.

Quickly, Ryan pulled his hand back into his lap. Shaking was a sign of weakness to Ryan. Embarrassed and frustrated, he took another slow breath as he looked at the ceiling. As he exhaled, he looked down into Meghan’s eyes. He felt his eye lid began to quiver. Slowly, and without thinking, he pressed the index finger of his right hand to his eyelid.

“I am going to offer you
options
,” Ryan stated softly as he pressed his finger to his eye.

Meghan looked over the table, noticing the handcuffs that he had removed, the scalpel, rubbing alcohol, towels, stacks of money and remote control. She considered why there would be such an amount of money on the table before her. Considering all things, she assumed that Ryan was going to offer her the money in exchange for
something.
What, she didn’t know.