Chapter 7

Penelope

The room is silent as I scream for my father. He’s the one man that should protect me, but he’s not doing a damn thing to stop any of them. In fact, he’s bound up like me with his arms behind his back. The major difference is, strange objects surround his eyes, holding them open.

Again, that slither of fear winds its way around my heart, robbing me of my breath. They’re going to kill us. I don’t know why. What did we ever do to them? The stranger behind me touches me like he owns me, as my father is forced to watch. It’s mortifying beyond belief.

I pray he can’t see how aroused I am from where he’s at. The room is dim, and that should be my saving grace. Only it’s not. Within moments of that thought, the lights go down, plunging us into darkness, but before I can utter a sigh of relief, a spotlight shines down on us both.

“Your father is a terrible man,” the stranger murmurs behind me. “Seems he thought you were good collateral for his gambling debts.” At his words, the question I was asked earlier comes flooding back to me.

In horrifying increments, it’s all starting to make sense. Nausea churns my gut as another man in a suit grips my father’s chin and forehead in his grasp, ensuring that he can’t look away even with his eyes forced open. “Daddy?” My words are weak and pathetic, a mirror of how I feel right now.

How could he do this to me? I did everything he asked for and then some! Beneath the sorrow choking me, a thread of anger wraps around me, strengthening me as I tip my head up to look him straight in the eyes. He flinches at my unspoken accusation, telling me everything I need to know.

They’re not making this up. The bastard actually put me down as fucking collateral. What would Mom say if she were still here? How would she feel knowing her only baby girl is now at the hands of monsters because of this asshole of a man?

Once more, the stranger comes close, his breath skittering across my bare skin. “I’m going to fuck you, Penelope, while your father watches, so he gets it into his head that the house always wins.” Shivers race down my spine as his tongue skims my ear.

Need burns through me as his hands grab me to put me back onto the balls of my feet. I’ve saved myself for what? It’s not like any of the guys I’ve been with ever made me feel half of what I feel at the mercy of these men. Childish. That’s the only way to describe our interactions.

Now, I’m in the presence of men. Men that desire me. Men that know exactly what to do with me. Men that are not above debasing me for their pleasure. I didn’t know that was something I craved until this moment. As humiliating as all of this is, I can’t deny that I’m getting even wetter.

My father mumbles some half-hearted, piece of shit apology, as if he can change things now. There’s a reason he’s down here. It means he’d do all of this again in a heartbeat. Anger wins out, pushing away the cloak of despair threatening to overwhelm me. The man behind me wants me. I can feel his arousal long and thick against my hip.

“I can blindfold you, if you want,” he whispers in my ear. “Just because your father is a jackass doesn’t mean you need to suffer needlessly. He’ll be forced to watch you, but that’s not a punishment you have to take on. Trust me, you’ll be dealt with in a far different way for your actions tonight.”

That’s the only thing that brings back that shaft of fear. As much as I want him to fuck me, I’m terrified of what else they have planned. Once he takes my virginity, that’s it. I’m no longer of use to them. “Please,” I whisper. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Ahhh, my dear, sweet Penelope. I wish I could promise you that. But you see, I never make promises I don’t intend to keep.” He punctuates his words with a nip at my earlobe, and I groan, despite the fear swirling in my gut. He slides his hand further around my waist and descends from there until his fingertips glide along my lower lips. “God, you’re so fucking wet. You want me to take your virginity, don’t you, sweet girl?”

I nod, my gaze sliding back to my father’s. I shouldn’t care that he knows how aroused I’m getting, but there’s still that desperate need for approval. With his eyes forced open the way they are, I can’t tell exactly what his expression is, but I know deep down, he’s disappointed that I don’t fight back. But why should I? I’m here because of him. If anyone should be ranting and raving, it’s him.

Of course, he does nothing. At least I tried. I put up a token resistance. All he’s doing is looking at me and shaking his head in shame. Fuck. That. Straightening up my back, I lean against the stranger, sliding my fingers along his taut stomach as best as the ropes will allow.

“That’s right, my dirty little girl. Let’s give your daddy a show, shall we? I’m going to undo your arms so I can tie them a little differently. Unless you want foreplay to be with my belt across your ass, you’ll remain as still as possible until I get you restrained how I want you. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, holding myself rigid. To his credit, he works pretty fast, and soon, my arms are at my side. Tingles race up and down as blood flow comes back in, but all too soon, he’s in front of me, putting my hands together, and putting more rope around them.

When I did a little online exploration, rope was something that always fascinated me. After tonight, I’m pretty sure I’m over it. The rough fibers cut into my wrists, not hard enough to really damage me, but it’s uncomfortable nonetheless. Soon, he connects the hook and motions to someone I can’t see. The hook begins to rise, pulling my arms high in the air until I’m stretched out before everyone in this club.

The man goes back behind me and runs his hands over my body. Every touch is possessive. Which, given the sum he had to pay, he’s essentially my owner now. My clit pulses as his hands slide around front to cup my breasts. “Pregnant or not, my little Penelope, you’re going to make the sweetest milk for me, aren’t you?” His fingers pluck at my nipples, pulling them, stretching them. The sensation is intense, and I’m not sure if I find it pleasurable or agonizing. It’s on that dividing line of pain and pleasure.

The man skims his lips over my shoulder as he kneads my breasts, as if his actions alone will produce the milk he so desperately desires. I’ve heard of wet nurses and women who perform lactation services, but it’s always been in conjunction with babies and not grown men. Then it hits me. Pregnant. Oh. Oh God. That’s the last thing I want.

I’m still practically a kid myself! I don’t need or want a baby! Thrashing about, I try to pull myself out of his grasp, but he holds firm. “Oh, poor thing. Don’t want to be our little cow? I guess you have dear old daddy to thank for that one.”

For once, my father shows a small sign of having a backbone. He jerks about in his restraints, tears falling from his open eyes. I guess it’s just too little too late. “Please,” I whisper, “I don’t want to have a baby. I can’t. I - I just can’t.”

He pulls back around and stands in front of me, stroking his shaft. “Then I guess you better hope to whatever God you pray to that you’re infertile. Because as you can see, I’m not planning on wearing a condom with you. I’m going to stuff that cunt of yours so full of cum that you’ll be leaking for days. And when I’m not fucking you, my friend Nick here will be.”

The man from earlier comes out of the shadows and crosses his arms. Disappointment emanates off of him in waves. I know he said not to run, but how was I supposed to know the punishment would be pregnancy? Nick shakes his head and comes up to me, his clothed body a stark contrast to the naked flesh surrounding me.

“You better hope you get pregnant, my little cow. That’s the only way you get out of this deal. Once you produce a child for us, you’ll be given the choice to live with that baby, lavished on with more money than you can imagine, or stay down here with us and live out your every depraved fantasy.”

He says that, but will he actually give me a choice? These don’t seem like the men that would just allow me to walk away.

Nick pauses, his fingers sliding over my mound. “God, you’re soaking. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He stops at my clit and rubs the sensitive flesh. Groaning, I rock into his touch, silently demanding more. “I hope you decide to stay with us, Penny. I can make every dark wish you have come true.”

Pulling back, he makes room for the other man, and I shudder at the thick erection bobbing towards me. There’s no way they’re going to stall any longer. Soon, that huge cock is going to be inside of me, tearing away the last vestige of my innocence. I should be devastated, but as I stare at the rippling muscles of my owner, I can’t help the thread of excitement running through me.

“By the way, the name is Peter, not Oh God. Please remember that when you start to scream.”

Peter takes his spot on the chair behind me and pulls me in between his splayed legs. Gripping my hips, he runs his lips over the crest of my ass. Nick walks forward, a dark scarf hanging from his hands. For a moment, I feel like a prisoner about to be executed, except it won’t be a bullet piercing my body. With soft, gentle movements, Nick wraps the scarf around my eyes, blocking out the harsh light.

Even though part of me wants to watch my dad, to see if he really feels any remorse over what he did, a bigger part is grateful they’re insisting on taking that ability away from me. With the blindfold, I’m able to concentrate on what Peter is doing and not on my dad. Besides, do I really want to associate him with this moment?

Peter’s powerful hands grip my thighs and spread them over his, just like a kid about to ride a pony. His thick cock rides up the crack of my ass, and I can’t help but wiggle a bit, teasing him as much as he’s tormented me.

“Minx,” he growls, slapping my clit with his fingertips. It should hurt. By all rights, him striking me should bring pain and not the explosion of pleasure that it does. Groaning, I arch into his touch, rubbing along his shaft again.

He pulls away, and I ache for his touch. Soon, Peter’s fingers return, cupping my breasts in his large palms. Hot, wet heat engulfs one of my nipples, and I pull back, startled by the new sensation. There’s another man in front of me, but I can’t see who it is.

“Shhh. Settle Penny. You better get used to my mouth on you.” I recognize that voice. It’s Nick. My body goes limp with relief as he continues to suckle me. “I’m going to be the one to induce your milk, and trust me, you’ll prefer my mouth over the machines.”

As his lips work me over, his other hand plucks at the other nipple, pulling it, tugging it, bringing me right to the point of pain, only to let go and start again. Moaning, I grind against Peter, needing relief from the myriad of sensations flooding my body. Who knew this is what I was missing out on by suffering the pathetic touches of the drunken frat boys?

“I need you to be honest with me, Penny,” Peter whispers in my ear. “I need you to tell me everything you let those boys do to you.”

“I - I.” Nick’s mouth skims lower, and all thoughts flee.

“Let me help you out,” Nick murmurs, his breath hot against my stomach. “Did they touch you here?” He slides his fingers against my clit.

“N-No, Sir.” I whimper, angling my hips up to him. My arms begin to burn as I hang there, waiting for them to defile me, but I push that to the side, concentrating on just his touch.

“Good girl. How about here?” He slides a finger deep inside, and my muscles contract around the thick digit.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“No, Sir.”

“Why not?”

I pause for a moment, looking deep inside. I don’t know how to answer that because I have nothing to compare it to. “It hurt. They were very rough. It was just a mechanical pumping of fingers.”

Peter lifts me up a touch, giving my arms a moment of relief. “Yes, sweet Penelope. But we’re also rough.”

“It’s different,” I wail, my body tensing at the pleasure coiling deep within me.

“How are we different, sweet Penelope?” Peter growls in my ear. Nick pulls out his finger and slides back further, and soon, Peter’s fat head is pulled up to my opening. The combination of Nick’s knuckles and Peter’s tip as Nick pulls the cock back and forth between my lips makes my eyes cross.

“I’m waiting, Penelope. I will not fuck you until you answer.”

“Because I want this,” I finally admit. “I want you. Both of you.”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against my back. “Almost there, love. Just a few more questions. Did any of the boys touch your asshole or your mouth?”

“No, Sir. I only let them finger me. And even then, it wasn’t worth it.”

“Good girl.” Before the words are out of his mouth, Peter lifts me high in the air and lowers me onto his cock, never pausing, never checking in, just owning me in the visceral sense of the word.

Pain races through me, bowing my spine as I attempt to get away, but I can’t. Peter holds me in a death grip on his cock as he forces my body to acclimate to the invasion. Crying out, I wrap my fingers around the small bit of rope I can and claw at it, desperate for a fingerhold to help me get up.

It’s nothing like the fingers that were jammed into me without thought or care. He’s a huge, thick, pulsing rod inside me, filling me in a way that their fingers tried but failed to do.

“Shhhh, little Penny. Don’t fight him,” Nick whispers against my lips. “The pain will be over soon. That’s just your innocence leaving your body. After, you’ll finally be fit to be our fuck-toy.”

My pussy flutters at his lurid words, and Peter groans behind me, his fingers tensing and releasing against my waist. “Keep talking dirty to her, Nick. She seems to like it.”

It’s then that I feel the press of Nick’s body against my front, sandwiching me in between him and Peter. It’s warm, comfortable, safe. I know logically safety is the last thing I should feel, but for some reason, while I’m here, I feel like nothing can touch me. Sure, they’ll probably make me pay for that security with my body, but is that really such a hardship?