Iniquity

 

Sean sat in his office on the 22nd floor. He could see cars as small as ants slowly moving along the road. People could hardly be seen at this height. Someone out there was his source, he mused, and someone from all those millions of morons walking around could give him the fame and wealth he wished for…

 

Stop, he told himself. There’s no point just daydreaming. I have to finish this fucking report, get it past the editor… This is all so stupid. He looked at the article he was busy typing on the screen. “Mayor announces legislation to toughen penalties for driving without a seatbelt”. Bullshit.

 

He stealthily reached into his pocket and took out a key-chain jump drive. He had it all stored here, on this little plastic toy. The article he was still ‘investigating’.  He had it backed up at home, of course, but he liked to carry it around with him. All he needed was for this guy to call him, give him some more dirt on that big trial, and he was set for life…

 

The phone rang, interrupting his reverie. He sat up and picked up the phone, putting the jump drive back into his pocket.

 

“Someone gave us a note, says he wants to meet with you outside,” said the receptionist in a bored voice. The source!

 

“I’ll be right there,” he said, slamming down the phone. He could barely contain his excitement. This was it! He could finally meet the guy sending him these anonymous tips on how the trial was all faked, by both sides, etc. He adjusted the hidden mic, composed himself in the mirror, and walked into the elevator.

 

Once on the lobby, he walked outside. There was the usual collection of people walking around, talking, cars honking. Where was that freaking source?

 

He walked around aimlessly for a few minutes, his hopes dwindling. The fucking secretary probably had a 2-hour break before she delivered the message to him. So close…!

 

His phone vibrated and he almost jumped with surprise. Why am I so jumpy, he wondered, and answered the phone.

 

“Corner of Park St.” Came a voice as soon as he answered the phone.

 

“Wait, wait, who are you…?” There was a click and the line went dead. This had to be his source. Who else?

 

Park Street was just around the corner, in one of the more secluded streets. He had expected a public place for the meeting, but its not like he had a choice.

 

Walking down the small streets, the number of people dwindled down to almost nothing. The strange buildings everywhere muffled the sound of the cars. Park Street was just ahead…

 

Someone from behind pushed him hard, and he crashed sideways into a row of trashcans, trying to regain his balance. Before he even came to a rest, the guy picked him up and punched him in the stomach, holding him by the back of his shirt. A passerby dropped her bag of groceries and ran, covering her mouth.

 

“Listen up, Sean,” he whispered in his ear. “This is over. Go back, forget the source. There is no source, never was.”

 

Sean gasped for breath and tried to stay calm. Yeah, stay calm when some freak is about to beat the crap out of him. He could only see that he was dressed in a black hood that came over his eyes, obscuring his face.

 

Still holding Sean by the neck, the hooded man began searching Sean, his hands delving into his pockets. He felt the jump drive and slowly pulled it out, holding it up for Sean to see.

 

“You won’t need this,” he hissed, pocketing the device. A siren could be heard in the distance. “Good bye, Sean. Remember what I told you.” With that he reached back with his forearm and brought it as hard as he could into Sean’s face. Sean slumped to the ground unconscious. The hooded man walked into one of the buildings and disappeared.

 

 

There was nothing to do. Absolutely nothing. Kelly was pointedly ignoring me, and there was… nothing else to interact with. Initially afraid of me, she had shifted her attitude towards indifference. A change for the worse, I mused.

 

Looking across, I could see her ‘snoozing’ in the corner. As usual, she wasn’t actually sleeping, just leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. She didn’t seem to mind me staring at her either, as if to maintain the illusion that she couldn’t tell; that she was actually asleep. That alone irritated me.

 

As my mind wandered, my eyes rested on her again. There was nothing else to watch, besides the ever-exciting gray wall, of course. She was blond, her hair probably shoulder length. A rather small face, nothing remarkable. I even noticed a reddish hole in her ear, no doubt she had some kind of earring in it at some point. Her position didn’t give me the best view of her ear lobe, and I couldn’t tell how many earrings she might have had. Looking down her body, she had C-cup tits, which she somehow never bothered to cover either. A slim waist, from what I could see, and some long carefully shaved legs completed her. I felt silly thinking about how many earrings she might have had, checking her out like a lesbian; there just wasn’t much else to do.

 

The vent in the ceiling droned on, circulating stagnant air. It never changed, in all the hours I spent here. I could remember it smelling unpleasant when I first got thrown in here. Over time I could no longer distinguish the smell.

 

Time dragged on…

 

A slight movement from Kelly caught my eye. She happed opened her eyes suddenly, staring to my right. This didn’t normally happen with Kelly, in fact the only time she moved suddenly was when someone like Jim came by. I dearly hoped something was finally going to happen.

 

Kelly stared at the door intently. I wanted to poke fun at her for staring at the clearly non-moving mover; about a dozen witty remarks sprang to my mind. Only I didn’t say anything. I don’t even really know why I didn’t; something about me had changed since the time I came here. Whatever, I thought, and looked at the door with her. Fun.

 

About a minute later, I was starting to feel like a moron. Was this Kelly’s idea of fun? Stare at the door and watch my reaction? I wasn’t going to admit defeat just yet, I thought. I continued to stare at the door for awhile, and then, very faintly, heard some footsteps outside the door.

 

Wow. That was pretty impressive, if she actually heard that noise about a minute ago. Or she might have just gotten lucky. She didn’t seem like the brightest bulb to me, but looks can be deceiving. I mean why shouldn’t they be deceiving? I could imagine what I looked like, sitting against the wall, naked, with a broken nose.

 

The noise increased in volume, as whoever was walking came closer. More like shuffling, actually, it wasn’t a clearly defined step. More of a sliding noise. I could only imagine the let down if the person didn’t come in here. In fact, that was unimaginable. It wouldn’t happen, I convinced myself. Who can resist coming into an unmarked gray door?

 

I literally jumped when I heard the door bounce slightly. Someone was fiddling with the doorknob on the other side. Maybe it wouldn’t be so good if whoever it was actually came in. From my limited experience, it never boded well when someone came here. As the door just kind of shook for some seconds, I became more and more scared. What if…?

 

Looking over at Kelly, I could see that she was scared too. She was holding herself tightly, also watching the door rattle. After countless hours of observing her, this was something new. She didn’t do this very often. The door finally flew open and someone staggered in. It was Jim, only a very scared Jim. Not the kind of Jim I was used to seeing.

 

Jim just stood a little past the door entrance, looking around the room wildly. He looked extremely disheveled; his normally small and creepy eyes were wide and staring. He was also puffing audibly, like he was out of breath. One of his pant legs looked darker, like someone had spilled something on him. He wasn’t leaning on that leg, he was sort of half limping; that was why he shuffled down the corridor. Most disturbing of all was the bloody knife he held in his left hand. There was dried blood under his nails, as well as some more fresh blood on his left hand.

 

He hesitated at the doorway, and then swiftly dived in Kelly’s direction. She let out little yelp, and I could see them struggling on the ground for a few brief moments. Jim finally straightened up and leered at me from behind Kelly. He was holding her under the neck with his right hand, leaning against the wall grotesquely. With his left hand, he held the blade of the knife under her neck. Kelly was flailing in his grip, in some way unable to hold herself up. One of her hands was clinging to his hand as it squeezed her neck, the other was groping around frantically, trying to hold onto something. She grabbed his pants, the dark side I noticed, but her hand slid off.

 

Before I could even stand up, there was a loud noise and a stampede of people ran into the cell. I was amazed at how quickly the cell changed from empty to full. Someone pulled me onto the ground, face down, and pulled my hands behind my back. I tried to struggle, but it got me nowhere. I felt like if I moved my elbow it would snap right out of my arm, so I just lay quietly on the ground. Looking up, from my odd angle I could see quite a few pairs of feet in the room.

 

There were two people standing several feet from Jim, pointing large scary looking guns at him. They looked like they just jumped out of some action movie; both had strange vests and uniforms. There was a third man, who I could only see from behind, but he was dressed impeccably in a dark suit. Besides the fact that he was also pointing a gun at Jim, he almost looked normal.

 

Jim was still struggling with Kelly in the corner. She had finally got some kind of grip on Jim’s pants, only her hand was covered in blood, oddly enough. Jim was trying to adjust his position at the wall, still holding her under the neck. He was leaning so far back it was no wonder Kelly couldn’t keep her balance. The sound of Kelly and Jim disturbed the silence for some time, until they somehow reached a lasting position, and everything became still.

 

Jim was looking over Kelly’s head and staring at the people around the cell. He looked… weak, standing against the wall, catching his breath. Kelly also stared around the room, clearly scared to death. Her face was a sickly white. Her eyes rested on mine and she gave me a pleading stare. I looked down, there was nothing I could do anyway, I reasoned.

 

“I’ll… fucking kill her,” came Jim’s rasping voice, breaking the silence. He paused in between words to breathe.

 

“It’s over, Jim,” replied the man in the suit slowly. There could be no mistaking that voice. It was Gavin. Bastard.

 

“It’s not!” Yelled Jim. “Get out or… I’ll kill… this bitch,” he screamed, breathing in gasps. He didn’t look so healthy, I thought.

 

“And I would care… why?” asked Gavin. “You know this isn’t about Kelly. It’s about the leak, the ‘source’. You know what I’m talking about,” he concluded slowly. The same slow, calm, poisonous voice. It was definitely Gavin.

 

Jim began to fulfil his threat, pushing the knife into Kelly’s neck. She screamed and tried to pull the knife away from her neck, grabbing the knife by the blade. Blood ran down her hand as she began crying, the knife still cutting into her neck.

 

I couldn’t watch Kelly get butchered by Jim. I wasn’t going to sit quietly and let it happen, Gavin or not. Fortunately, whoever was pulling down on me relaxed his grip somewhat; he was too engrossed in the bloody scene in front of us. Taking advantage of that, I pushed back and tried to stand up quickly. Whoever it was on top of me snapped out of his reverie quickly and before I even got to my knees he slammed me back down on the ground. My tits were crushed against the floor as he pushed down even harder this time, pushing my hands farther into my back. I bit my tongue accidentally and whimpered, kind of pathetically. Everyone else ignored me.

 

Gavin could care less about me making futile escape attempts, but he did seem to mind that his audience was more interested in killing Kelly than listening to him. He stepped forward and ripped Kelly out of Jim’s hands by the hair, throwing her back without looking at her. She screamed and fell on the ground, her face inches from mine. I looked into her face and she stared back, tears pouring out of her eyes.

 

“Don’t play games with me,” hissed Gavin, advancing on Jim slowly. Jim had accidentally let go of the knife, and it lay on the ground next to him. I couldn’t tell if he was even listening to Gavin, he was just staring at the knife and Gavin in turn, as if deciding if he should make a grab for it.

 

There was a nasty silence; Jim, still cornered, looked like he would jump for the knife at any minute. I couldn’t tell what Gavin was doing, he had his back to me. Kelly was lying next to me on the ground, making no effort to stand up or run away. I even noticed that the door to the cell was open.

 

There was a loud scuffle and a bang. I gasped and saw Jim slump against the back wall, bleeding from the stomach now. It wasn’t hard to understand what happened, Jim probably tried to get his gun and Gavin shot him. Jim was panting now, his hands holding his stomach and covered in blood.

 

“Who… did… you … tell…!” asked Gavin again, his voice rising dangerously but going no higher than a whisper. Looking up at Jim lying there, I could tell that something was missing from his face. Those creepy little eyes had lost their glow; his face was expressionless. Was he dead? I wondered. On one hand that was probably good, Jim deserved what he got. On the other, I wished I didn’t actually have to watch all the gory details…

 

“Jay… Jaysss….sss…” rasped Jim. I would have jumped in shock if I weren’t pinned to the ground. I could see blood pouring out of his mouth as he tried to talk.

 

Gavin leaned down next to Jim and whispered something I couldn’t hear. He then tapped him on the head once, drew back a little, and shot him right in the forehead.

 

This time I actually screamed as Jim’s head flew back at a crazy angle, blood flying out the back of his head and splattering on the back wall. There was a little round hole in his forehead where the bullet went in, his eyes wide and his mouth pulled open for some reason. I stared at him in horror for a few seconds, transfixed by the sight.

 

The room became quiet again and Gavin spoke under his breath with one of the guards. They lowered their guns and were sneaking looks in my direction.

 

Another familiar face ambled into the room; it was the skinny guy with the needles. His face brought back memories, and I shuddered. He leered when he saw me looking at him, but walked past me and crouched near Kelly. He had rubber gloves on, and turned her onto her back, holding her head up with his hands. He appeared to be examining her, now looking at her bloody hands.

 

“Don’t bother,” said Gavin softly. “We’re done with these two.”

 

The skinny guy understood more of that then I did, and stood up, looking around the room.

 

“Cut off enough of Jim to fit in a shoebox and send it to his friend, Jason. He’s next…” said Gavin, nodding at the two guards.

 

One of them picked up Kelly by the waist and dragged her out of the room. Gavin walked after her and then the guard pinning me to the ground pulled me up by my shoulders and steered me out of the cell. I couldn’t resist a look back at the cell; seeing Jim leaning against the wall with a hole in his head was something I never imagined I’d see.

 

Once in the hall outside the cell, the guard put me up against the wall and then just left. No restraints, nothing. I saw Kelly leaning against the wall next to me, her old idiotic expression of perpetual surprise back on her face. I looked up and found myself staring into Gavin’s gun, only several feet from my face.

 

“I was supposed to do this a long time ago,” he said hurriedly. He wasn’t as calm as he’d been when he killed Jim, but his gun didn’t waver.

 

“I’m tying up some loose ends, and I don’t really want any more surprises from you,” – he waved his gun around – “and the only way to really do that is if you’re, well, dead.” He was going to kill us? I couldn’t understand this… I couldn’t cope with that answer. Dead? Me?

 

“Sorry for the wait,” he added quietly, and shot Kelly in the stomach. I don’t know if she was expecting it or not, to be honest I didn’t even know if she was listening to him. She made an uncharacteristic grunting sound and bent over, holding her stomach. Slowly, her feet collapsed under her and she slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood on the wall. She came to the bottom and lay still, a pool of blood beginning to extend from her body.

 

My eyes froze on Kelly lying on the ground, dead. I couldn’t believe it. She was dead… how did this all happen? Could this happen to me too?

 

“Goodbye, Kate,” said Gavin quietly, and breaking my stare at Kelly I looked up at Gavin. All I could see was his gun, blurred by my tears. “No… don’t”… don’t kill me. I could almost see myself lying next to Kelly, dead. Such a waste… my life, ending like this? I couldn’t believe it… I wouldn’t let it happen. “Please, don’t shoot… don’t kill me…” I kneeled in front of him, reaching out with shaking hands, hardly realizing what I was doing.

 

Gavin stared at me for thirty seconds, my heart pounding painfully. At any minute he would shoot, and I would dead, gone, no more… His gun moved back and I screamed, covering my eyes, but all he did was point it up. Was he…?

 

“I guess I shouldn’t kill you after all,” he mumbled, holding the gun up. So that was it? I was safe? My heart stopped beating and I looked up at him, still kneeling.

 

“Will you do anything for me?” he asked quietly, looking at me seriously.

 

“Yes, yes, anything… I’ll do anything for you,” I breathed. I couldn’t believe my luck, and I wasn’t about to ruin it because of my pride. “I’ll be your…”

 

I heard a giggle and looked back up. He was laughing, wiping his eyes with a gloved hand.

 

“God, I love it when they beg,” he said, and as if he was still suppressing giggles snorted a couple times.

 

I was crushed. How could he be so… cruel? So evil? I no longer cared for him, for anything. Maybe I should die. I couldn’t stand this world anymore. Looking down again, I saw his polished shoes and wanted to spit on them. Instead, I just lay down and curled up in the fetal position, waiting for him to shoot me. Get this over with, bastard. I’ll see you in hell…

 

As abruptly as my self-righteous anger started, it stopped, and I no longer hated him. I just pitied myself, pitied myself for all that had happened to me. Crying, I choked back a sob and looked up at Gavin. He had finished enjoying himself and was pointing the gun at me again. “Goodbye,” he said, and the gun clicked.

 

I just continued to stare at him, at the gun. Was I dead? I didn’t feel anything… I remember how all those dumb movies where they said, “if this is dying, it’s not so bad,” it really wasn’t. I moved my hands down, expecting to see blood pouring out, but there was nothing. Looking back at Gavin, he was shoving his hand into his pockets, the gun opened at an unnatural angle.

 

He had just run out. The stupidity of this whole situation made me turn red. His stupid little revolver had already been emptied 6 times, the bastard. I couldn’t believe that he was going to calmly reload in front of me, and then kill me. This was totally insane.

 

“You know, this never happened before,” he said, as if talking about the weather. “Never ran out, and I must’ve killed… oh I dunno.” He was filling the gun with bullets, relaxed, as if he was fixing a watch for a customer and just making conversation while he worked.

 

He put the last one in and pushed the gun together with a snap. “All set, now,” he said to himself and shot the wall as if to check. I screamed, thinking he had just shot me. I was shaking on the floor, my heart thumping audibly. This was so surreal.

 

Gavin pointed the gun at me, again, the familiar pose. I stared at the gun, my hands shaking, my face covered in tears, I must have looked really pathetic. This time Gavin actually looked like he was having sincere second thoughts. I hoped anyway.

 

“Y’know… hmmm…” He was debating with himself. Just make up your mind already, I don’t have all day. “You see if I don’t shoot you, then I can preserve my little record… I don’t think it counts if I misfire and then don’t actually kill you, you see?” I couldn’t tell if he was rambling for my benefit or his own.

 

“Alright, whatever. No one knows who you are, you don’t know anything, and no one gives a shit about you. Lets go.” As abruptly, he put his gun in his pocket and started down the hallway. He was letting me go now?

 

“Don’t push your luck,” a voice said behind me. Turning around I saw one of the guards chewing something behind me, spitting a brown substance on the floor next to me. “Go already,” he said again, nudging me with the toe of his boot.

 

Dazed, I stood up and walked down the hallway, after Gavin. He was whistling, the sound rattling around in my head and hurting my ears. I could barely walk, my knees unwilling to support me. I had to hold on to the wall to maintain my balance.

 

Not far along the corridor, Gavin held open a door and smiled at me, gesturing in a mocking manner. “Ladies first, Kate,” he said in a honeyed voice.

 

I walked in the door he held open for me, and onto a stairwell. Gavin nudged me in the ribs, and I walked up the stairs, slowly, unsteadily, holding on to the railing for support. Gavin’s loud obnoxious whistling echoed in the air.

 

We reached the top, and there was a large door at the end. It had a lock on it, the usual, whatever. Just open it Gavin, let’s get this over with. But he didn’t feel like opening the door, since he just stood behind me whistling.

 

“Open the door,” he said quietly, and resumed his whistling. Ok, I thought, you can have your fun. Who cares? Reaching out I grasped the door handle, pulled, and as expected it was locked. Now you open it, I thought.

 

Looking back, I saw him still whistling, leaning against the wall. He was whistling the main melody from Star Wars, of all things. I had no strength left to think with, so I just sighed and stood in front of the door.

 

“Here, let me show you.” He came up behind me, and pushed me against the door. I obligingly turned my head to the side and let him push me against the door. Whatever floats your boat…

 

“Now you take the handle, like this,” taking my hand in his he put it over the handle. I wasn’t interested in playing along and my hand slid off the handle back down once he let go.

 

“No no no, like this,” he said again, putting my hand against the handle and holding it there with his hand. “Now we bend it down, and…” he pushed against my hand, turning the handle down. Putting his other hand against my back, he pushed and the door flew open under my weight.

 

We staggered through the door, still holding on to the handle. Wow, how funny. Gavin was roaring with laughter.

 

“Not so clever, are we,” he said in between bursts of laughter. What was so funny about this? You shoot me, screw up, and now you tell me to open doors? What?

 

“It even says ‘Push’ all over the door.” He added, giving the door a final look before letting it close. He continued ridiculing me over the door, and I just closed my eyes. I couldn’t hear what he was saying; I was just enjoying the cool air. We weren’t outside, but from the dim lighting we looked like were in a parking garage. I leaned back against the wall and savored the cool air, the temporary freedom. I had been stuck inside a cell for who knows how many hours, and the feeling of finally getting out was… indescribable.

 

I broke out of my little reverie when I heard a new voice talking. Looking over, Gavin had finished taunting me about the door and was talking quietly with some other guy. The other guy looked pretty scared, mostly nodding his head and smiling. I could barely make out what they were saying, but I didn’t care enough to listen.

 

“Kate… Kate! Come over here,” called Gavin loudly, and I opened my eyes again, looking at him. The other guy was staring at me, his eyes round. Finally, someone who had a normal reaction to seeing a naked woman, I thought.

 

“Enjoy yourself,” he said to his new buddy, and slapped him on the back. The other guy was staring at me fixedly. Our eyes met, but he didn’t look away. Advancing on me, he got up in front of me and started fumbling with his pants. Oh no, not this…

 

He was standing directly in front of me, pretty much pinning me against the wall. I looked over at Gavin, pleading with my eyes. He was busy lighting a cigarette and didn’t notice.

 

“That’s it, yeah, that’s it…” said the guy, pushing down on my shoulders and talking in an unnaturally low voice. I resigned myself to what I was going to do, and just kneeled obediently. He took his slim looking cock out of his pants, and put it in my mouth. He was already semi-erect, and I could feel it expand as it touched my mouth.

 

I just opened my mouth and tried to imagine I was far away, floating somewhere with Max… I caught sight of Gavin smoking next to us, shattering my illusion. He looked back at me, and smiled, giving me the thumbs up. I looked away, utterly depressed.

 

The guy was having much more fun than I was, I thought glumly. I was just kneeling with my mouth open, like a some freakish sex toy while he rubbed and groaned all over my face. His cock reeked of stale piss, and his pubic hairs brushed my eyes.

 

After several minutes, his cock began to twitch inside me, and I realized a little too late what was coming. I pushed his short little dick out of my mouth, but he had already shot some of his sticky fluid down my throat. The rest landed on my face as he pulled out himself, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

 

I tried to expel the salty crap in my mouth, but it was already too far down my throat. Coughing strangely, I swallowed and looked up. The guy was wiping his cock with a tissue, and shoving it back into his pants.

 

“Thanks,” he said breathlessly, dropped the tissue, and walked away. I could feel the cum on my cheek, and I reached to wipe it off. That didn’t work so well, since all that happened was it got stuck on my fingers, and my face. Picking up his spent tissue, I wiped my hands on it, but dropped it when I heard a nasty squishing sound. Ugh.

 

I automatically looked over at where Gavin was smoking, and did a double take. He wasn’t there?! I could see the ash on the ground, the cigarette butt, but no Gavin. I was free!

 

I could hardly believe my luck. He shoots at me, runs out of ammo, and then lets me go. He was one weird dude, but I wasn’t going to push my luck. The only problem was… I was stark naked. With cum on my cheek. And no cash. What the hell, I’ll figure something out, I reasoned.

 

There was a big bold ‘3’ on the door, and I began walking up levels. The garage was relatively empty, and poorly lit. Strange thing was, I expected it to get brighter as I went up. It actually seemed to get darker; until I realized it must be night outside. I hadn’t expected that, somehow I expected it to be morning, or some reasonable waking hour. Then again, it’s not as if you can tell from inside a cell.

 

Reaching the top, I ducked under the gate and… outside. It was amazing, I had dreamed of this for a long time, and it was everything I expected it to be and more. The night was cool, dark, and the moon prominent in the sky. The only trouble was all I could see down both sides of the road were closed shops, and swaying street lamps. Where was I?

 

I started walking on the sidewalk, hoping to see some indication of where I was. Maybe I could get a phone and call Jessica. “Taylor the Tailor”, read one shop. “Tarrot-readings, Crystal ball readings,” read another. What is this bullshit?

 

The beating of some music turned much higher than was healthy broke the silence. I looked back and saw a car crazily weaving down the road, the music getting louder as it came. The people in the car hardly seemed the type to help me out, and I wished they would just drive by,

 

The car screeched to a stop next to me, on the wrong side of the road. Some kid rolled down the window and stuck half his body out, yelling something at me. I ignored him.

 

“You wanna ride?” he asked indistinctly, turning the music down. I kept walking, quickening my pace. The car followed me, riding up on the curb.

 

“C’mon, we all want you here,” he said drunkenly. I could hear shouts and laughter from inside the car. “We’ll pay you good,” he added.

 

I was getting scared now, the car bumping on and off the curb next to me. There were more shouts from inside, and then some fat guy walked out the side. Accompanied by catcalls from inside the car, he walked up to me and grabbed me around the waist from behind. I screamed and tried to free myself, but he didn’t even notice.

 

He whooped and began pushing his hips against me obscenely, almost knocking me over. No one came; no one heard the noise we were making. I suddenly wished Gavin were still here.

 

“Let’s go,” the fat one said, dragging me towards the car. I struggled and screamed, but he didn’t care in the least.

 

“Wait… hang on are you sure… uh,” asked the guy hanging out the window. He looked scared, but also very excited. Idiot.

 

“Bring that bitch!” someone yelled from inside the car, and the fat guy did just that, pushing me into the car horizontally. I barely ducked in time, my head rubbing against the frame of the car.

 

I landed with my head in some drunken guy’s lap, my feet on the fat guy’s lap as he got in the car after me. The tires screeched and we were off again, bumping along the road crazily. They weren’t very interested in foreplay I noticed, as the fat guy behind me turned me over and quickly shoved his already hard cock right into me.

 

I was screaming and crying, still trying to get away somehow, but no one seemed to notice. Or care. I could almost feel the excitement in them as the fat guy slammed into me over and over again, pushing my entire body forward each time. My hands scrambled for some kind of grip as I felt the guy on top of me overbalance on the small bench in the back of the car. He fell down onto the floor heavily, with me on top of him. He unfolded himself with some difficulty, and readjusted himself so that I was lying directly on top of him, face to face.

 

He smiled crazily and kissed me roughly, his cock spurting inside me. He almost suffocated me with his alcohol-laced breath.

 

Not everyone in the car was happy with him hogging me apparently, and some other kid got tried to pull me away by the waist. The fat guy didn’t want to lose me just yet, so he held on to me by the neck, pushing me into an awkward position with my ass in the air.

 

That suited whoever was pulling me just fine, since he stopped pulling and just rammed his cock as hard as he could into my ass. I almost passed out from the pain, it felt like someone was ripping my legs apart with each thrust.

 

I moaned into the fat guy’s mouth, my body lurching forward with each thrust. Everything was a blur; his idiotic face one big reddish blob. He was no longer ‘kissing’ me, but trying to extricate himself from under me. He managed to get into a sitting position, my face rubbing against his genitals. His pants were around his ankles; they must have gotten stuck when he pulled himself out.

 

He was saying something to me, but I couldn’t hear a word he said. I was gasping for breath, trying to squirm away from the guy raping my ass. He didn’t seem to mind, just pulling my head towards his genitals. My mouth wrapped around them, but I couldn’t taste or feel anything.

 

Seconds later, everyone in the car was thrown forward as the driver slammed on the breaks. I accidentally bit down on someone’s cock, and my tongue. Instantly pulling up, I could already feel blood on my lips and someone yelling hoarsely. Before I knew what happened there was a deafening crash and I was flung forward again, this time much harder. I bounced off the floor, ricocheted off the front seats and landed halfway under the backseat.

 

I passed out briefly, still dazed by what was going on. The car wasn’t moving anymore, but I couldn’t see anything outside the car. Some blood was collecting under the seat next to me. The silence was broken occasionally by moans coming from inside the car. I could hear a siren in the distance, the sound getting louder as it came closer. I couldn’t understand why, why did this always happen to me… so I just lay down my head and cried myself unconscious.

 

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