Locksleigh

Chapter Four

My hands were tied behind my back as he led me through the little town the bandits have established. His friends trailed behind us. There were six of them. Two thin and lanky with matching faces, a burly man with a ginger beard and two overly large muscled men who looked dumber than bread. I said as much when they hauled me to my feet and tied my hands together. I had a spit lip to show as a reward for my big mouth.

The settlement was small. It was It was nothing like the Empire. No polished greys and whites, no programmed cameras or cars, and to my horror, no clothes on most of the women. The women in their little community were all stark f*****g naked. I suddenly felt strangely overdressed in my cargo pants and tank top. One of the men had picked my backpack up along the way. There was at least a little hope. If I got to my backpack, then I had a shot at surviving. I needed that backpack. I watched the burly man disappear with it into a building with a red thatched roof. I needed to know where they were going to keep it.

I struggled against his hand on my arm, He paid me no head. My struggles have been insignificant enough the entire way here and it bothered him little. In fact, by the tiny little smirk on his face, I’d say he was enjoying himself. f*****g bastard. But still I fought. I owed it to myself. I owed it to my sister. It attracted a lot of attention as we walked though the settlement, dozens of hungry male eyes looking my way and a few pitying female ones. That was if they dared look up from the ground.

God, I knew this was going to happen. I just knew it. This was the exact reason why I didn’t want to take the job. The risk was too high, and with my rotten luck, I should have known for a fact the bandits would find me. There was no escaping their wrath once you’ve stolen from them. I cursed Glitch for even mentioning this job to me. Even more so, I cursed him for talking me into it. It’ll be fine, he said, They’ll never know, he said. Bloody asshole. I was so, so angry to let an anti-social hermit like Glitch talk me into anything. I should have just taken the money from the six chips and had my hot dinner. I should have told Glitch to go f**k himself as soon as he mentioned anything that would anger the Bandits. I should have. But I didn’t.

I still wasn’t sure what the leader was planning to do with me exactly. Would he strip me bare and parade me around for his men to have? Was he going to kill me? The honest truth was, I don’t think he knew either. He glanced in my direction too long when he thought I wasn’t looking. I didn’t read into it too much.

He led me through what seemed to be the town square which consisted of a giant firepit that had a boar on a rotisserie over the flames. Dozens of people investigated me, calculating as if to know just how loud exactly I would’ve screamed if I were the one over the fire and not the boar. I shuddered and without my consent, my body leaned into the leader’s. If he noticed, he didn’t bother showing as much.

We reached a wooden house with a white thatched roof and before I could investigate it further, he ushered me inside. He never said a word, never acknowledged my existence other than for the few tugs and pushes in various directions. My stomach had turned into a knot. I didn’t know what was about to come my way. Or better yet, I didn’t want to admit what was about to happen to me. As if acknowledging it would make it real and I wanted nothing of the sort.

“What’s your name?” I managed to ask, feigning ignorance as he closed the door behind him and slid the makeshift lock into place. If I wasn’t trapped before, I sure as hell was now. I gulped.

He turned on me then, blue eyes ablaze with something I hadn’t seen in a man before, especially not when they were looking at me. His long strides felt agonisingly slow and when he finally reached me, I took clumsy step backwards. He grinned and caught me by the waist, pulling me closer to him again. “Ash.” He said roughly lowering his head to my neck, breathing me in. “My name is Ash.”

“Ash.” I repeated, testing his name. My knees nearly gave in when he bit my neck roughly and I yelped. A low chuckle emitted from him. “f**k you, asshole!” I cursed and immediately regretted it.

He backed me up against a wall that seemed way too flimsy from the outside to hold the pressure he put on my body. My hands, still behind my back, were chafed raw and emitted a low throb. It echoed in my head.

His voice was alluring, a deep purr that drew me in. “Listen, little Rabbit, and listen closely because I’m going to say this only once.” Ash tugged a loose strand of hair behind my ear and the motion seemed out of place to me. “You belong to this community now. You cost a lot of men and women a good life today and now you will repay them with yours. You will earn your keep. You will help the other women with their chores and help the men with their other needs.”

“No!” I sobbed at the last part. “Please, I didn’t know. If you let me go, I won’t ever be in your way again,”

“You’ll never be in my way again anyway. You know why, Little Rabbit?” I shook my head, not trusting my own voice. “because the only place you will be is on your back displaying your p***y to anyone willing to look.”

“I’m begging you-“

“I’m sure you will.” He chuckled. “But first I want a taste of what you’re worth.” In one swift motion, Ash had torn my tank top from my body and was kneading my breasts through my bra. I didn’t want to enjoy it, I didn’t want to yearn for his touch. But I did and I found myself leaning into his hand as he manhandled my breasts. I’d never been touched intimately before in my life not even by myself, and the only thing close to a loving touch was a hug or comforting pat on the back from my sister. My mind was rebelling against this, but my body was starved for affection and couldn’t care less about I wanted. A hand reached up to my face, his thumb and forefinger taking my chin between them before he tilted my head back so I could look him in the eyes. “You are so beautiful.” I could feel the chill run down my vertebra. When his minted breath skimmed across my lips I found myself lured and captured in the trap he had set. His hands cupped my neck, and before I could think to say anything witty in reply, his mouth had taken mine and it was instantly all his.

. His tongue came forward, licking my bottom lip, relenting only to lower his mouth and kiss at my collarbone. My bare shoulder became a canvas for him to adore with soft licks and kisses, the occasional bites causing his mouth and tongue to become the brush that painted the soft purple marks on my tanned skin. My pants and underwear were around my ankles before I knew what had happened.

A groan rumbled in his chest and it reminded me of a lion that had cornered his prey. He wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up and instructing me to wrap my legs around him. I obeyed without thinking it through. The cold, tough texture of the wood behind me, scraped against my shoulder and back. Again he captured me in a kiss, devouring me to my soul as his tongue slid over my lips, teeth, tongue, just tasting me as if the kiss would let him taste just how ready I was for him.

I heard him undo his zipper and hard, warm flesh pressed between my folds. I knew his c**k was ready to sink into me and to my horror, I wanted him to. I wanted all of him inside me and I wanted it now. I didn’t care how needy I sounded. Didn’t care that he was raping me, At this point I wasn’t sure it was r**e anymore. I was attracted to him in a way I couldn’t explain.

He smirked against my lips, heated breath skimming against me, and I knew it was time. As he pulled from the kiss, he looked down at me, so he could watch my face. His hips pressed forward, pushing the thickened tool with an eager pressure. Press after press caused the tiny hole of my slit to finally widen enough so that he could push into my cunt. Slowly his hips pushed forward, stretching apart the velvet heat of my walls. It was painful to a point that I was about to cry. He was my first. My first kiss, My first f**k… I was sure he didn’t know. If he did, he didn’t show it. He showed my p***y little to no mercy as he pounded into me again and again. My arms hit the wall painfully every time he pushed into me, stretching me further and further until I was filled with nothing but him. Until I could feel nothing but his engorged c**k ramming into me over and over again. I was on the brink of tears. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was ashamed of how much I was enjoying this or how much it hurt or how much I wanted more of him, wanted a release.

“Please..” I begged.

One arm wrapped around my waist, his other hand slammed into the wooden wall behind me. He was practically hissing at this point, his moans escalating into a primal snarl, "f**k, your cunt feels so good, milking my c**k like this, I knew you were a good one as soon as I saw you in that van the first time." He laughed and bit my shoulder. I then felt his c**k thicken as it filled, the c*m vein on the underside becoming bloated, and his hips thrust even faster at a pace I didn't even know was possible. Every thrust pinned me harder against the wall, numbing my arms even further.

“c*m for me, little Rabbit.” He commanded and without knowing that I was the one who was holding back, I combusted as he hit a particularly sweet spot. I mumbled inaudible curses, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking me. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to me, but I was certain that if this was my reward for obeying I wasn’t going to hate it as much as I initially thought.

***

He left me on the floor, used and c*m covered, still laying with my cheek pressed to the floor and my ass in the air from the fifth time he f****d me. He had c*m all over me every time and I was left a sticky mess. Part of me didn't want to get up. Whether it was because I didn't want to admit where and what was happening and moving would make it real or because I was enjoying it and I didn't want it to be over yet, I did not know. It was supposed be the first one. The latter wasn't even supposed to cross my mind. I wanted nothing more than to be in my stuffy little van. Where everything was safe and my thoughts were my own. Where my biggest concern was which purse my nimble fingers would find themselves in next. I hated it.

“You can get up.” he said and I heard his zipper again. Slowly, reluctantly, I sat back onto my knees, covering as much of my body as possible. It took me while to get to my feet with the damned rope around my wrists and the pants restricting my ankles' movement. “Don't even think about It. That isn’t coming off.” he motioned towards the rope with his index finger. “But those are.” He walked towards me with the type of swagger I only ever saw government officials possess. Ash knelt in front of me. I was certain I was never going to see that again. After undoing the laces on both boots and discarding of them and my socks swiftly he ordered me to step out of my pants. I knew that once they were off me, I was never going to see them again so I shook my head which led to him removing them so forcefully, I was sure my skin was going to bruise.

Ash stepped back then and admired me.

“You will earn back the right to wear clothes.” He stated, as if he were saying the sky was blue or dragons were real. I wanted to cover myself up but the rope restricted my movements. I stayed silent but slung fowl words at the restraints in my head. “And the rope isn’t coming off until you get used to not hiding your body. I have a feeling it would be an issue otherwise.”

“Will you…” I stammered over my words. “Will you at least help me wash your c*m off me?”

“No.” He grinned. “you will walk around like that and everyone will know that You were f****d by me. Everyone will know how much pleasure you gave me.” Ash stepped forward and forced my legs apart, sinking two fingers into me easily.

“You're still so wet.” He observed. “It seems to me that you're not used to this kind of fucking.”

“I'm not used to any kind of fucking.” I admitted.

“You're a virgin?” He asked in awe.

“Was.” I corrected .”I was a virgin."