Crushed (Torn #7)(26)

The events began to spiral the moment I let Rob place a hand on me in a more intimate level compared to what we were normally accustomed to. I supposed in his point of view, I had given him permission to feel as though he had every right to do those things.

“Where are we going?” I frantically asked while he ushered me away from the crowded room where everyone was dancing, shooting, and boozing.

I bumped into people’s shoulders as we passed by as he maneuvered us into a short hallway, taking a few turns before finally stopping at a door. Once he opened it, it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room, thanks to the only light being what was projected from a laptop screen.

My heart quickly thudded as I scanned about the room, processing what was going on while at the same time not fully getting it. It was as if my mind’s mechanics were not as tuned as they normally would be.

Frazzled and a bit out of sort, I found myself in a room with Rob and his other friend whose name escaped me at the moment. Not so discreetly, this nameless friend turned to his laptop and resorted to sifting through a porn website.

“Don’t mind him.” Rob twisted me around so I didn’t have to see what his friend was watching before he continued to lull me back into his arms. “Just keep dancing with me.”

“Are you serious?” I grumbled, whining about the situation because I didn’t want to dance or be in this room with some guy.

I didn’t feel comfortable. Nothing was. I felt a little faint, parched more than ever, a little sweaty, and the list could go on. And Rob wanted to f*uking dance? Was he out of his senses?

The only sounds in the background were the echoing cacophony of people f*uking and moaning, not to mention the demeaning curses the man was using to address the woman whose vagina he was slaughtering. As much as I tried to block the noise, it was too loud to ignore.

Before I knew it, Rob’s hands were cupping my breasts, massaging them as he backed me against the wall while I tried to get away from him.

“Rob, stop it. I don’t want this. Let’s just head back downstairs. This is not the kind of fun I had in mind,” I tried to plead with him, but he was too out of it and too horny to pay attention.

He merely laughed at my words before applying more pressure with his hands. “C’mon, sweets, we both know you like to be a sex freak.” He nuzzled my neck, kissing it before he dragged my body to the middle of the room where the bed was located. He then used his body to make us both free fall against the mattress, leaving me captive underneath him with a stubborn, hard cock that sat on my thigh.

The moment I felt his hard-on, my body instantly reacted with mixed emotions. I knew one thing then, and that was I had to get out of there before something bad happened.

I tried to push him off while his eager hand sought passage between my legs, but it got harder to keep my momentum when he furiously began to rub my pu**y.

“Rob, no, I’m not comfortable,” I hissed out, somewhat moaning. Deep down, I knew I didn’t want Rob this way, but at the same time, my body’s reaction was a hundred times heightened due to the pill’s side effect.

“Let me just eat you out. You’re going to love it,” he declared, pinning me down with his hand while I felt the other viciously yank and rip off my lacy underwear. In the blink of an eye, Rob’s mouth was on my pu**y, doing what he had promised.

The intensity of his ministrations coupled with my thrashing as I tried to shift my hips from his vicious mouth, making this worse. Unfortunately, my body was beginning to like the electrifying tingles it was getting, provoking something wild within me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his friend unbutton his jeans and take out his dick, yanking and stroking it at a steadfast pace. He was an eager non-participant, milking whatever he could to get a different sexual high as he watched his buddy have his wicked way with me.

Moisture prickled at the back of my eyes as I tried to stop myself from moaning, hating my body for loving what Rob was making it do. All the while, that random guy simply jerked off while watching Rob manhandle me.





From the moment Rob felt my pu**y getting wet, he knew he had me and could do as he pleased, f*uk me as he pleased, and he didn’t just do it once or twice. I honestly lost count. In the end, even my will and my mind stopped fighting as I completely shut down and let it all go.

Images flashed before my eyes at such a speedy rate it made me feel nauseous, but the moment I opened my eyes and found Rob naked next to me, the bile that had been threatening to rise up from my stomach came up. I had to run to the bathroom, clutching my naked body while the other hand covered my mouth. I didn’t even reach the sink or the toilet before everything came out and landed on the floor, and then my guts couldn’t stop retching.

I wasn’t sure how long I was in the bathroom, crumbling after my stomach vacated all of its contents until I was left with nothing but hollowness, an emptiness that gnawed and ate at my soul.

One of the heavy burdens that came with being conscience was guilt. How? How could I have let this happen to me? The question daunted me as I tried to wipe the forming tears away.

Everything I had been through since childhood could not compare to what I was feeling at that moment. It was as if the previous night’s events had compounded everything that I was—what I stood for, fought so hard for, and all I believed were out the door. I had no idea what I was anymore. I’d had something going for me, but after this—feeling highly violated—I wasn’t sure where I could go. I had never dealt with anything on this scale.