Taking What's Wicked (Forced Submission #5)(4)
It doesn’t take five hard thrusts before I’m cumming inside her soft wet cunt. I don’t have time to enjoy the orgasm, but I will later. We’ve got to move.
I don’t give her a chance to fight me as I pull out, tuck my cock back into my pants, and throw her over my shoulder. It’s not easy with her kicking and screaming on me, but I’m over twice her size. I turn to look for Dante. He has already pulled up the van to the end of the alley and he’s ready to go. He must have done it while I f*cked her against the wall.
He gets out and goes to the back of the van, opening the double doors. Sabrina kicks and screams out for help into the empty alley, but I just smile. Nobody is close and only we can hear her. The loud bass of the music in the bar drowns out her cries for help.
“You drive. It’s my turn,” Dante says, taking her from my arms. He pushes Sabrina into the back of the van, totally focused on her. “Keys are in the ignition."
I slam the van doors behind them as he crawls in on top of her.
Three
Sabrina
I didn’t think tonight would go this way. All I wanted was a drink and some fun. I was supposed to meet my friend Erica, but she bailed at the last minute. I’d already dressed up and was about to walk out of my house when I got the call. I should have just stayed home.
I wanted to shake things up and thought I would go with a revealing Halloween costume this year. I don’t normally dress up, and never in something like this, but I thought it would be fun. I regret it now as I’m thrown on a dirty mattress in the back of a van to be taken to God knows where.
The one with a scar on his face made me orgasm and f*cked me already. He’s so big, I couldn’t fight him off. I need to remember every detail and try to get away. I can’t give up. I have to fight.
Feeling a surge of adrenaline once my back hits the mattress, I spring up and try to climb out of the front cab. I hear the doors shut behind me as I scramble to the driver's seat, and I’m almost there when I feel a hand snake around my ankle. I’m jerked back onto the mattress, and Dante crawls over me.
“You’re not going anywhere until we’re through with you.”
He leans over me, and I feel his warm breath on my lips. He smells like whiskey and cologne, and I hate how it turns me on. I thought he was so hot earlier, but you never know what's really lurking behind a warm sexy smile. I’m so freaking stupid. I should have seen this coming a mile away, but I can’t remember the last time someone looked at me like he did. He wanted to devour me right there in the middle of the bar, and it was such a rush. I thought I’d play along and be the bad girl who got dirty with a stranger in the bathroom. But instead, this has gone way beyond what I could have imagined, and I have to fight.
Striking out with all the strength I have, I backhand him across his face. He’s stunned for a second, and it’s just enough time for me to try to make it out of the driver's seat again.
When I get to the door, I reach for the handle. At that moment, the door opens. Porter, who raped me in the alley, stands there with a wicked smile on his face. His scar is menacing in the shadows, but it’s his size that’s most intimidating.
“Trying to escape already? Dante hasn’t even had his turn.” He reaches out, grabbing a fistful of my dark hair, and my mouth opens in shock.
“Help!” I manage to scream just as Dante grabs me by the arms, pulling me back into the van and onto the mattress.
I see Porter get in the cab of the van and adjust the mirror so he’s looking back at us. “Fuck her good and hard, Dante. I wanna hear that cunt smacking.”
I’m face down on the mattress when I feel Dante’s weight on top of me. He grabs my hair, tilting my head to the side, exposing my face.
“This first one is gonna be quick, but the second one is gonna take some time. I think I need both of your sweet holes before we get to the cabin.”
I close my eyes tightly, not giving him any kind of response. He can try to take it from me, but I won’t go easy. I’m a fighter, and I won’t go down without a struggle, but I’m starting to think they like the fight.
His hard cock presses firmly against my ass, and I feel his hot breath against my neck. When he moves to undo his jeans, I take my opening and elbow him hard in the chest, kicking out at his thigh at the same time.
Just as I start to pull away, Dante is on me again, this time flipping me onto my back and pinning my arms above my head. “Looks like our little witch wants to play rough.”
I hear Porter laugh from the front seat, mumbling something about Dante not being able to handle me, as he starts to drive away from the bar. It makes me mad that Dante got a hold of me so easily, and I lean up, trying to bite him.
“Oh no, no, no. Only we get to do the biting,” Dante says as he ties my hands together and secures them to the floor of the van. They must have had all this set up before they grabbed me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I start to bite him again when he leans over me to finish binding me, but he grabs my jaw. He takes my underwear out of his pocket and stuffs it into my mouth. He keeps my panties in there, using another small piece of rope to secure them, tying it over my mouth and around the back of my head. I can taste my own desire on my underwear, and the thought makes me shut my eyes tightly for just a second.