Distorted Hope Page 3

  I struggled against him, making him laugh.

  As he held me hard against his chest, his hand paused just a few inches from my hip, and he nuzzled my ear. “I’m not a bad lover, you know,” he murmured, his warm breath giving me goose bumps. “If you don’t fight me.”

  “Please, don’t,” I whimpered, squeezing my legs together.

  “You and Jason were planning on fucking tonight, weren’t you?” he whispered in my ear, his thumb creeping further up my leg. “I’m dying to know what kind of panties you’d wear for that.”

  I was certain he was making fun of me and tears filled my eyes. “Please, let me go,” I whispered.

  “Let her go!” Jason shouted, lunging across the van, but the other two men caught him and pulled him back onto the bench.

  Dark-Eyed Man flashed a wicked grin at Jason. “Jealous my hands are where you wanted yours to be?”

  I wondered why Dark-Eyed Man was bothering with me when I was certain he could walk up to any woman and take her right there.

  His thumb brushed the side of my hip and I jumped and tried to squirm away, but he was too strong. When his fingers slipped under my panties, I squeaked and fought harder. “No! Please!” With my ankles tied together I couldn’t fight very well, but I slammed my elbow into his chest and fell to the floor of the van on my elbows and knees.

  The men, except Jason, laughed; he was struggling against the men holding him.

  “I love a woman on her knees,” Dark-Eyed Man commented, pulling me up by my hair. “You like sucking cock?”

  My eyes widened in fright and I shook my head wildly. I’d never even been in the presence of a naked man, let alone seen a cock. Except on the computer.

  “I’d love to see those luscious lips wrapped around my dick,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, bringing me closer to his hips.

  Jason cursed and lunged again.

  “Knock him out,” Dark-Eyed Man said without taking his eyes off me. “I was going to let him watch, but he’s too aggressive.”

  I tried to look at Jason, but Dark-Eyed Man held my head so I couldn’t turn. I heard a struggle and then silence. My eyes filled with tears again. “Please, don’t hurt me,” I begged.

  “I won’t choke you when you take me into your mouth,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Well, I could, but I won’t.” He glanced out the front window. “Guess we’ll have to wait until later.” He pulled me back into his lap and I saw the airport ahead of us. I felt a prick in my neck and looked to see Dark-Eyed Man holding an empty syringe. My eyelids drooped and I succumbed to the darkness.

  I woke up lying on a bed, the ground beneath me moving in a strange way. When my eyes were able to focus, I realized I was in a small bedroom with no windows. There were two doors in the wood-paneled room and something that looked like it might be a closet.

  I stood on shaky legs and tried to open the first door, but it was locked. The second door led to a small bathroom, which I realized I needed to use.

  When I came out, Dark-Eyed Man stood in the open doorway that had previously been locked. I could see a narrow hallway beyond the opening. Looking up at him, I wondered what he wanted as he regarded me impassively.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked in a tone far gentler than I expected.

  “Scared,” I whispered, pressing myself against the wall behind me. Is he here to rape me?

  He nodded. “Understandable. Are you feeling nauseous?”

  Strange question. I shook my head. “Well, maybe a little.” Sick with nerves.

  Dark-Eyed Man closed the door and sat down on the bed, pulling me to him. He traced my lips with his thumb as I stood between his legs, trembling. It tickled and I rubbed my lips together, making him chuckle. “I haven’t been able to get those lips out of my mind,” he murmured and pushed me down to my knees.

  Realizing what he was going to have me do, I shook my head and tried to stand, but he pressed down on my shoulder and held me fast. I watched in horrified fascination as he reached to unfasten his pants and pull his cock free… his very large, hard cock.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Suck me,” he ordered in a husky voice, pulling me close. It was dark and throbbing and a bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

  Shaking my head, I tried to pull away; I had no idea what to do with that. Yes, I’d read lots of erotica, but real life was totally different than print. I wasn’t even sure I could get my mouth open that wide.

  “Open,” he said with gritted teeth. “Open your mouth.”

  I shook my head again, whimpering and struggling as he pushed me forward, pressing himself against my lips.

  “Do you want me to choke you with it? Are you into the rough stuff?”

  “No,” I whispered, keeping my mouth as closed as possible, but he took advantage of the slight opening and shoved my mouth down over the head of his cock.

  “Don’t bite me, or you will regret it,” he warned in a soft tone.

  He pushed my head down and I opened my jaw, trying desperately to keep my teeth away from him, but as soon as he got near my throat, my jaw closed slightly as I choked and gagged.

  “Never deep-throated before?” he asked with a chuckle, allowing my head up slightly. “You’ll get used to it.”

  I coughed and choked as he pushed my head down further, tears running down my cheeks. I pushed my hands down on his thighs, trying to get away.

  “Relax your throat,” he said. “Press your tongue down to the bottom of your mouth.”

  I tried but kept gagging. He growled but didn’t push himself so far back into my mouth. I tried desperately to remember what I’d read in the erotica books and did whatever came to mind.

  Several minutes later, he let loose a rumble from his throat and grasped my hair tighter. I gave a muffled squeak as my mouth filled with a salty fluid, and I tried to pull away from him but he held me still.

  “Swallow, Kyra. It’s rude to spit it out.”

  Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him. He frowned at me and I took a deep breath and swallowed, trying not to gag. It wasn’t the most horrible thing I’d ever tasted, but I didn’t particularly care for it. When he released me, I huddled against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest, afraid to look up at him.

  “It’s just a fucking blowjob, Kyra. It’s not like I took you in the ass.”

  My jaw trembled and tears continued sliding down my face.

  Dark-Eyed Man watched me for a moment and then sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. But you better get used to the idea of giving blowjobs.” Leaning down, he grasped my hair as he emptied another syringe into my neck.

  I woke sometime later in the same room—the floor beneath me still moving in that odd way. I got up and used the restroom again and drank from a water bottle next to the bed. I could still taste the man’s cum in my mouth.

  The door opened as I sat back down on the bed, and I bunched the bed covers in my fists as Dark-Eyed Man walked in. I trembled as he closed the door behind him and stared at me.

  “If you do as I ask, I’ll get you some food.”

  “What do you want?” I asked with trepidation, feeling my stomach growl.

  He smiled. “I want to see those beautiful lips around me again. This time with enthusiasm.”

  Please don’t make me do that again. “I don’t— I never…” I stared at the ground.

  “You’ve never sucked cock before today?” He snorted, walking around the bed and coming to stand in front of me. “I hardly believe that.”

  I glanced up to see his pants bulging in front of my face and looked back down.

  “Why would any of your boyfriends not beg you to have that mouth around their dick?” He slid his hand into my hair and grabbed a fistful of hair and stepped closer. “Suck me,” he ordered in a husky voice.

  I looked up at him, eyes wide, and he flinched slightly and then frowned.

  “If you don’t open your mouth, I will remove your clothes and take you up to the living
room and let every man on this yacht have his way with you, however he wants.

  “We’re on a yacht?”

  Dark-Eyed Man nodded. “And they’ve all seen you and they all want to fuck you. I’m keeping you down here to keep you safe, but I expect a little courtesy in return.”

  I shook my head and tried to back away. “Please, don’t make me,” I whispered.

  “You’re trying my patience,” he growled. “Mouth or pussy. You decide. Or ass. I’ll take your ass, too.”

  My lower jaw trembled and tears spilled down my cheeks.

  “It’s just a fucking blowjob, Kyra. It’s not that big a deal. You’ve done it once already. You’re getting off easy with me. Nathan would be done with you by now.”

  “Who’s Nathan?”

  “My boss. The one who’s asked for you and Jason.”

  “Oh.”

  Dark-Eyed Man grabbed my chin and studied my eyes. His eyes widened slightly and then he frowned. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, looking bewildered, lacing his fingers on top of his head.

  I stared at him. So many things.

  Letting out a loud growl, he strode to the window, staring outside. He took several deep breaths and then turned back around, calmer. “You’ve never given a blowjob before today?”

  I shook my head.

  “Your boyfriends never asked you to?”

  “What boyfriends?”

  He snorted. “Right. Lying won‘t help you.”

  “I’m not lying. Jason’s my first boyfriend.”

  “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-two.”

  “And he’s your first boyfriend? How is that even possible?”

  “Why does that surprise you?” I blinked back tears of shame. Why did he keep making fun of me?

  “What do you do when you want to have sex?”

  My cheeks reddened.

  “Do you do the anonymous thing? Meet a guy online? Meet him someplace and fuck him? I never pegged you for that type of woman.”

  I shook my head and twisted my fingers together.

  He was quiet and studied me for a long minute. “Kyra, have you ever had sex before?”

  I looked away and bit my lip. Would he dump me off the boat if he knew?

  “Kyra.” His voice was deep and commanding, and I looked up at him and shook my head. Leaning back against the wall, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why not?”

  I shrugged. “So many reasons…”

  “Any physical reasons?”

  I snorted. “Just my looks.”

  “What’s wrong with your looks?”

  I stared at the ground and didn’t answer.

  “Were you ever sexually abused?”

  I shook my head.

  “Kyra, look at me.”

  I did.

  “When we get to Panama, Nathan is going to take you to his room and fuck you. You won’t stop him.” He pushed away from the wall and arched his brow. “You don’t want him taking your virginity.” He walked across the room to the door and opened it.

  “Why do you say that?”

  Dark-Eyed Man turned back around to look at me. “Because he’s not going to be patient or gentle with you.” He left, returned with a plate of steak and vegetables, and told me to eat. When I finished, he pulled a syringe from his pocket and knocked me out again.

  “Kyra.” A gentle hand brushed my cheek. The voice sounded familiar—a man’s voice.

  I opened my eyes slowly, squinting in the bright light, and saw Jason looking at me with concerned eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked gently. “Did he hurt you?”

  I blinked, trying to remember what happened. “I—” I paused and sat up on my hip. “I’m okay,” I mumbled, and then turned away from him.

  “Kyra, what happened?” He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my shoulder. “I’ve been going crazy, worrying about you. I haven’t seen you in two days and have had all sorts of horrifying images as to what they might be doing to you.”

  “Two days?” No wonder I was hungry. “I’ve been knocked out for most of it.”

  “I’m glad they didn’t hurt you.”

  “Yeah,” I said absently. Dark-Eyed Man hadn’t hurt me. I swallowed, thankful the taste of him was gone from my mouth. I looked around. We were in a large bedroom on a king-size bed. A white couch and chair sat along one wall and a dresser along the other wall. Long windows on either side allowed sunlight to brighten the room. The walls and floor were all light-colored wood with a large, white rug on the floor. “Where are we?”

  “On a yacht in the middle of the ocean. Mark brought you in here a while ago. Where were you?”

  I shrugged. “Some little bedroom.” I stood and looked out the windows. The ocean went on and on in either direction with no land in sight. “Who’s Mark?”

  “One of the guys on board. I think he’s the leader. The tall one.”

  Dark-Eyed Man has a name. Mark.

  Jason came to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist again. “He didn’t hurt you?”

  I shrugged.

  “Kyra, did something happen?”

  I looked at my hands and nodded.

  “What did that fucking bastard do to you?”

  Turning, I looked at him, surprised at the anger in his voice. He was normally such a quiet, easygoing guy.

  “Kyra, please tell me.”

  “He… made me give him a blowjob.”

  Jason’s jaw clenched and he let out a low growl. “Are you okay? Did he have sex with you?”

  I shook my head. “He was going to make me do it a second time, but… changed his mind.” And told me I didn’t want to be a virgin when I arrive in… Panama? “We’re going to Panama?” I asked.

  “That’s what I was told.” Jason hugged me to him. “I’m so sorry, Kyra. I begged them to let you go when we stopped in Acapulco, that you hadn’t seen anything, but…” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Why? What do they want with me? What do they want with you?”

  “Apparently, Mark’s boss wants me for a new project he’s been given.”

  The door opened and I looked up to see Mark standing in the doorway with an amused expression.

  Jason growled and lunged toward him, taking a swing at his face. He made contact and Mark grabbed him, pinning him up against the wall. “That was a stupid thing to do, Jason,” Mark said between clenched teeth. “I didn’t fuck her, although I should have.”

  “What the hell does that mean?” Jason asked, his voice muffled from the side of his face being pressed into the wall.

  “It means I usually sample the new girls before I take ‘em to my boss. I didn’t when I found out she hadn’t been with a man before.” He twisted Jason’s arm, causing him to yelp. “If you’re stupid enough to try something like this again, I’ll fucking rape her in front of you.” Mark released Jason and took a step back.

  I backed away to the dresser and clung to the edge, staring at the men. Jason glared at Mark and Mark studied him for a moment and then turned to me.

  “There’s a bathroom behind you, Kyra. A pretty nice once, as a matter of fact.” He motioned around the room. “This is my boss’s stateroom.” He nodded to the dresser. “There are clothes in there for you. When you’re cleaned up, you two can come out and have dinner.” He pressed his lips together and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

  Jason looked worried as he stared at the door.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, walking over to Jason and putting my hand on his cheek.

  He placed his hand on top of mine and gave me a sad look. “Yeah. You should go shower,” he said in a low voice.

  I searched his eyes for a moment. He was troubled. “Jason, what’s wrong?”

  He shook his head. “You look pale. Get cleaned up and then we can go eat.” Jason turned me around and guided me to a wooden door at the back of the room.

  “Oh my gosh,” I exclaimed, looking around after Jason clo
sed the door, his troubled look forgotten. It was the most luxurious bathroom I’d ever seen. The floor was white and gray marble with thick golden veins running through it. The mirror running the width of the room had a TV in the middle of it. In the center of the back wall was a bathtub that could easily fit three people. A glass-enclosed shower ran along one wall with a room for a toilet behind it.

  I caught sight of myself in the mirror—my hair was tangled and my dress was wrinkled. My makeup had worn off except for a bit of eyeliner. I looked… well, about normal.

  I undressed quickly and went to use the shower but when I got in, there were no knobs, just a series of buttons. After playing with several, I figured out how it worked. I poured scented body wash onto a cloth and immersed myself in the relaxing scent, trying to forget the last two days.

  When I was done, I pulled a towel off a high shelf in the shower enclosure and realized I hadn’t brought any clean clothes in with me. That meant I was going to have to go out into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. That meant Jason would see me in nothing but a towel. Oh, God!

  After debating for several long minutes about whether I could just stay in the bathroom the rest of my life, I realized that probably wasn’t feasible and looked down at myself. The towel was very big and covered everything sufficiently. It was only slightly shorter than the dress I’d been wearing the night before.

  Ok. I can do this. I hesitated at the door for a moment but then held my breath and opened it. Jason was sprawled on the bed watching TV and looked up when I walked out.

  “I forgot to get clothes,” I said, thoroughly embarrassed but somewhat delighted about the appreciation on Jason’s face as his eyes swept over me from head to toe. I wished I had combed my hair before I’d come out, but it was too late now.

  Walking over to the dresser, I searched until I came to a drawer with definite feminine clothing. When I realized it was full of short shorts, tank tops, and baby tees, I shook my head in disbelief. I’d never worn stuff like this. There were no panties and no bras. I found two bikinis, but there was no way I was wearing those. I stared at the drawer, not knowing what to do.