Take The Girl

Brody felt like a piece of shit.

He couldn’t believe how quickly things had spiraled out of control. This job was supposed to have been so fucking easy, but the complication of the girl — and his split-second decision to take her — was ruining everything.

He barely slept that night. Brody felt sick — and really fucking angry — when he thought about what Tony and Jim had done to that girl. What they were likely going to keep doing to her so long as she was there. Brody wanted to protect her from them, but he was in a really tough spot. He couldn’t risk turning his partners against him before the job was finished. He needed his cut. And he didn’t trust Tony and Jim not to double cross him.

Brody would keep the girl alive and as comfortable as possible, but he couldn’t keep her from getting fucked.

After tossing and turning, Brody got up early and went to his dresser, extracting a few shirts from it. He walked down the hall, unlocked the girl’s door, and quietly snuck inside.

His caution was unnecessary. The sound had jolted her awake and she sat up in bed, clutching the covers against her naked chest. Brody could clearly see the fear in her eyes, but she seemed to relax somewhat when she saw it was him.

“I brought you something to wear.” Brody held up the shirts before placing them on the foot of the bed. “They won’t fit, but it’s something.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“I was going to run into town for some things,” he went on, unable to make eye contact with her. “I can pick you up some real clothes. What size are you?”

“A six.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “It’d be great if you could pick me up some underwear, too.”

Brody nodded.

“And some other basic things. Like a comb and a toothbrush. Shampoo. If it’s not too much trouble,” she added quickly.

Brody’s heart lurched. “It’s not too much trouble.”

The girl nodded. “Are you, um, going to want something in return?”

The look on her face made Brody want to cry. She really was a beautiful girl. Her long limbs and dark features were exactly Brody’s type, and she had this sweet innocence that was incredibly sexy. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, and Brody would be lying if he said he didn’t want her. But he was not a rapist. He would not stoop to Tony and Jim’s level.

“No, sweetheart,” he said, trying to keep his voice level. “You don’t have to worry about that from me.”

She gave him a relieved smile as her eyes welled with tears.

“I’ll be back later,” Brody said.

***

Josie felt like she was in some kind of dream she couldn’t wake up from. Being ravaged by those men had been bad enough, but being locked in a room and not knowing when she’d be let out again was even worse.

At least the room was comfortable. There was a full bed with clean sheets, a small desk in the corner, and a bathroom. It was old and had cracked tiles, and there was only a bathtub, no shower, but at least she had a way to get clean. And she needed to get clean after what Tony and Jim did.

There was a window in the room, but Brody boarded it up. Josie half-heartedly tried to pry the wood away, but she broke two nails and it didn’t even budge.

Josie filled the tub and tried to clean herself, but she only had hand soap to get the job done. Hopefully Brody would be back soon with some body wash. After her bath, Josie grabbed a flannel shirt he’d given her and put it on. It was large, but it felt so good just to not be naked anymore. It felt strangely intimate to be wearing this man’s shirt.

Josie couldn’t figure Brody out. He was being kind to her. All in all, he seemed like a decent guy. So what was he doing with scum like Tony and Jim? And why didn’t he stop them from raping her? He seemed very much against it.

It didn’t matter. Josie knew she couldn’t trust him. He was still holding her prisoner, so that made him just as bad as the others. She had to stay focused on how to get out of here. Josie figured her best bet was convincing the men to let her go. Easier said than done.

Her door burst open again. Josie turned, expecting Brody with all his purchases, but her heart dropped when she saw Tony.

“Morning, honey,” he said with a smile.

“Hi.”

“You must be hungry, huh?”

Tentatively, Josie nodded.

“Well, come on down to breakfast, girl!” Tony waved her out of the room, as if she was hiding up here instead of being trapped.

Feeling like this was a trick, Josie padded down the hall after Tony. He led her to the kitchen, where the smell of scrambled eggs and coffee hit her nose. Her stomach rumbled loudly.

“Here ya go, Josie.” Jim, also smiling, handed her a big plate of eggs and toast. The smell was heavenly.

“Thank you.”

The men sat down at the table.

“Come sit down,” Tony said.

Josie started for the table, but stopped when she saw both the chairs were occupied.

“Uh…where?”

“Right here.” Tony slapped his lap. Josie’s appetite suddenly disappeared.

“Don’t be shy, honey,” Jim said. “Go on and sit down and eat.”

Heart racing, Josie walked over and perched herself on Tony’s lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her all the way back against him.

“There we go, nice and cozy.”

Josie waited for Tony to do something else, but he didn’t. He just sat there holding her, eating his breakfast. So Josie took a few bites of her eggs and toast.

“This tastes so good,” she said, mouth full.

“Well, we all worked up quite an appetite last night,” Tony said with a laugh. Jim laughed too, as if they were all reminiscing about a pleasant memory.

“You eat as much as you want, honey,” Jim said as Josie shoveled more eggs into her mouth. “You earned it.”

“That’s the deal, right?” Tony brushed her hair back and brought his lips to her ear. “As long as you keep us happy, you get to eat, you get to come out of your room and hang out, and you’ll get some other treats too. That sound nice?”

“Yes,” Josie said.

Tony tightened his hold on her, pulling her even closer. “Use my name, honey. I wanna start hearing you say it.”

Josie turned to look at him and forced a smile. “Yes, Tony, that sounds really nice.”

He liked that. A slow, sexy smirk spread across his face and he placed a kiss on Josie’s cheek.

“You are so sweet, Josie,” he said. He looked to Jim. “Ain’t she sweet, Jim?”

“The sweetest,” he agreed.

The three continued to eat their breakfast. Throughout the meal, Tony’s hand wandered downward until he was gripping Josie’s inner thigh.

“So, Josie, Jim and I had a little bet,” Tony said when they were done eating. “He thinks you might’ve been a virgin before last night. And I told him that sure, you were real tight, but there’s no way a girl who looks like this could be a virgin.”

“I wasn’t a virgin before last night,” Josie confirmed.

“I knew it,” Tony said. “How many guys?”

She nervously swallowed. “Before you, just one.”

Jim wolf-whistled at that.

“Damn, so you don’t give it up easily, do you, honey?” Tony asked. She shook her head.

“But you’re not going to put up a fight with us, are you?”

“No, Tony.”

“Pretty and smart,” Tony commented to Jim.

“She’s a fast learner,” he replied.

“I like that.” Tony’s hand on Josie’s thigh started to move, and he pushed up the hem of Brody’s shirt higher and higher.

“Ooh.” Tony’s eyes lit up as he felt her soft lower lips. “No panties. I like that, too. Josie, from now on I don’t want you ever wearing panties. I want easy access.”

Josie took a deep breath and closed her eyes as Tony slipped a finger inside her.

“Yes, Tony.”

“This pussy belongs to me,” Tony continued as he added a second finger. Josie winced softly, still sore from the pounding the night before. “Say it.”

“My pussy belongs to you.” The words made Josie sick, but she was doing what she had to. It was a part to play, that’s all. She’d find a way out of here, away from these awful men. Maybe she’d even find a way to kill them.

“Hey, what about me?” Jim called from across the table, frowning.

Tony had been pumping three fingers inside Josie, but he stopped at that, looking at her curiously. Josie hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

“My pussy belongs to you too, Jim,” she finally said, looking over at him as Tony continued finger-fucking her. “My body belongs to both of you.”

Tony hooted his approval in her ear, bucking his hips up against Josie’s ass as he moved his fingers in and out of her.

“You’re making me so hot,” he growled, grinding hard against her, bouncing her on his lap. Josie could feel Tony’s erection straining through his jeans.

“You want me to fuck you, honey?” Tony asked, his thumb grazing her clit. “You’re awfully wet. I could make you feel good.”

Josie hated that he was going to make her ask for it. But she had to continue to obey, or all the progress she’d just made would be for nothing.

“Yes, Tony,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Make me come.”

“Well, I’m never one to turn down a lady in need.” Tony stood suddenly, holding Josie tightly against him as he shoved the plates out of the way, then bent her over the table. Lightning fast, Tony pushed up her shirt, revealing her bare ass. He gave her a hard smack.

“Ahh!”

“Fuck, I love this ass.” Tony slapped her again, then squeezed her cheeks, hard. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

Josie noticeably tensed, and Tony laughed.

“Don’t worry, honey, we won’t do that. Yet.” He planted a few kisses on her stinging cheeks, then slid his dick up and down her wet entrance.

“You’re dripping for me, honey,” Tony grunted. Josie wished she could tell him it was simply her body’s natural reaction to this stimulation — that it didn’t at all mean she wanted him — but she was forced to stay silent.

But when he shoved himself inside her, Josie cried out.

“OHHH yeah,” Tony moaned, savoring the feeling of his entire length sheathed in her tight pussy. Josie rested her cheek on the cool surface of the table and gripped the sides as Tony worked up to a steady rhythm — his thrusts slow, but deep.

“Uhh, uhh, uhh,” Josie cried out with every thrust. She would’ve rather gritted her teeth and remained silent, but something told her Tony wanted to hear her scream. And she was right.

“Yeah? You like that honey? You like my big cock?” Tony slapped her ass again as he picked up the pace, fucking her so hard the table started wobbling dangerously.

“It’s so big…I love it…” Josie panted out, feeling an orgasm building despite her best efforts to ignore it. She heard Jim’s chair scrape against the floor and saw him walking over to her, his half-hard dick already in his hand. He stood off to the side, stroking himself for a while, eyes wide and hungry as he watched Tony drill into Josie.

When Jim was fully hard, he brushed his cock against Josie’s right hand. She let go of the table and grabbed Jim’s shaft, doing her best to pump him as Tony fucked her. His hands gripped her hips tightly and his breath was heavy from the effort. The wet squelch of his dick invading Josie’s pussy filled the kitchen, echoing in the giant house. It sounded obscene. Josie felt like she was unwillingly starring in a disgusting porno.

“Fuck.” Jim closed his eyes as Josie serviced him, tensing up when she ran her thumb across his tip. Josie was starting to get a sense of the dynamic here. Tony was the leader — he got to fuck her first, he was always in control. Jim got the leftovers — whatever Tony decided to give him.

She had no clue where Brody fell in the hierarchy.

“Come for me, Josie,” Tony demanded, slipping his hand under her hips and finding her clit. “Say my name when you do.”

Tony slowed his thrusts again as he focused on playing with her. The orgasm continued to build, and soon Josie was contorting beneath Tony, her body shaking as the pleasure washed over her.

“Uhhhnnn, oh Tony!” Josie made her voice as high and breathy as possible, and with a loud grunt, Tony tensed up against her. She felt the rush of his hot seed fill her, and then he went limp, still panting.

“Fuck, girl,” he said with a laugh, hitting her ass again. As Tony pulled out, she could feel his cum slowly dripping out of her. She stayed put, assuming Jim was going to take Tony’s spot.

Jim stepped back, his dick falling from Josie’s grasp. “Help me flip her, Tony.”

The men turned her onto her back, her long legs dangling off the table. Jim started unbuttoning the flannel shirt, and her nipples hardened against the rush of cooler air. Josie expected Jim to push inside her, but he didn’t. Jim yanked her off the table so that only her upper back was resting against the edge of it, her legs bent uncomfortably as they struggled to support her in this position. Jim took his cock and started rubbing the tip all over her chest, swirling his wet pre-cum around both of her nipples.

“Hold them together,” he demanded.

Josie grabbed her breasts and pushed them together. Jim slipped his stubby cock between her tits and started frantically thrusting, holding tight to her shoulders as he did so. Twenty seconds later, the first spurt of cum got Josie under the chin. Jim quickly grabbed his dick and aimed, moaning and stroking himself as he came all over her face. Josie closed her eyes, feeling a rope of cum land across her lips and another on her forehead. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Jim used the head of his cock to smear it all around, until she was completely covered in his semen.

“Wow, Jim, she looks pretty like that,” Tony commented. Josie slowly opened her eyes and went to wipe the cum out of them, but Tony grabbed her wrists, stopping her.

He clucked his tongue at her. “We like you like this, honey.” He still had his dick in his hand, which he’d been stroking back to life. “In fact…”

Tony pulled Josie down onto her knees and started furiously jacking off, grunting from the effort.

“Open,” he commanded. “Stick out your tongue.”

Josie did as he asked, wanting to cry but managing to hold it in. Seconds later, Tony came again, spraying her face like Jim had. But this time, some of his load landed on her tongue — while the rest joined Jim’s contribution on her face.

“Perfect,” Tony said with a twisted smile. “Don’t forget to swallow, honey.”

Josie suppressed the urge to vomit and closed her mouth, swallowing his bitter load.

“Good girl.” He winked at her. “I’d give you a kiss, but…” He gestured at the mess all over her face, and he and Jim laughed.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up,” Tony said. “In case we need you again later.” He held out his hand and helped her get to her feet, and when she started to walk away, he slapped her ass again.

On unsteady legs, Josie climbed the stairs, making it to the safety of her room before collapsing onto the ground. She sat on the floor and cried. She so badly wanted to clean off her face — actually, she wanted to take a bath in rubbing alcohol — but she couldn’t seem to move. Everything was hitting her at the same time — the fact that she was going to be repeatedly raped, the fact that she may never see her friends and family again, the fact that this could be her life…for the rest of her life.

She didn’t even notice when the door opened.

***

When Brody saw her, the shopping bags in his hands slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. His stomach turned as he looked at her. His shirt was still on her, but completely open. Her inner thighs were sticky with fluids, and her face was smeared with cum, some of it crusting as it dried. Residual makeup she’d been wearing from yesterday was running down her face as she cried. Brody was getting his first look at her naked, and he hated that the completely male, carnal part of him was turned on by her appearance.

The girl looked up at him finally, her body trembling. Her eyes pleaded for help.

Brody quickly shut and locked the door, moving the desk chair in front of it just in case. His hands trembled as he reached for hers. Without a word, she let him pull her to her feet and herd her towards the bathroom. Brody set her down on the toilet lid and went to the tub, turning the water as hot as was bearable. While that filled, he wet a washcloth in soap and warm water and knelt in front of her. Brody gently wiped at the girl’s eyes first, cleaning away both the spunk and the mascara. Once he took care of that, Brody rinsed the cloth and cleaned around her nose and lips.

“That’s b-better,” she whispered, her body trembling still.

“It’s okay,” Brody assured her, even though it very obviously wasn’t. He continued cleaning her cheeks, her forehead, her neck, until her skin was damp and smooth. Tub filled, Brody turned off the faucet and felt the water. Perfect. He helped her stand and, very slowly, eased his shirt off her shoulders. It fell to the floor without any protest from her. She’d been so broken by Tony and Jim already she had no qualms about letting Brody see her like this. His heart twisted for her.

“Get in the tub.”

As if on autopilot, the girl did as he asked, letting out only the quietest sigh as she sunk into the hot water. She leaned her head back on the edge of the tub, her long hair splaying out in the water around her. Brody went back into the bedroom and grabbed the shopping bags, hauling them into the bathroom. He grabbed body wash and shampoo, and another washcloth.

“I, uh, wasn’t sure what kind to get,” he said, holding up the bottles to her. “I hope this is okay.”

Brody had just grabbed the first flowery things he could find.

She gave him the tiniest smile. “It’s great.” She closed her eyes, the smile disappearing. “Is there…is there stuff in my hair?”

Brody examined the top of her head and saw there were a few splotches of dried cum in her hair. “A little.”

She took a deep breath, looking like she was about to burst into tears again. “Can you…can you…”

“Yeah,” Brody said quickly, grabbing the shampoo. “Tilt your head back a little more.”

The girl dunked her head back, wetting the top of her head, then she leaned forward. Brody pushed up his sleeves, lathered some shampoo into his hands, and started washing her hair.

“Oh, that feels good,” she murmured as Brody massaged her scalp. Brody smiled as he watched her relax, finally calming down a little. This was so fucking bizarre. He probably shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be trying to be her friend, he shouldn’t be getting attached. Brody should be focused on finishing the job and collecting his payout.

But he wanted — no, he needed — to help this girl. To make her happy as much as he could. He couldn’t explain the impulse, but it was there.

When Brody was done and after she dunked her head to rinse her hair, the girl turned and looked him dead in the eye.

“How can you do this?”

The directness of the question took him aback. “What?”

“You aren’t like them,” the girl said adamantly. “So how can you work with them? They’re monsters.”

Brody sighed and leaned against the side of the tub. He shouldn’t tell her anything. The more she knew, the more danger she was in.

But he couldn’t stand this girl thinking he was horrible.

“It’s really complicated,” he said softly, avoiding eye contact as he handed her the body wash. The girl squirted some out and started to wash her arms and breasts. Brody had to look at the floor when he felt his cock stir.

“I don’t really know these guys well,” Brody settled on. “Friends of friends. They saw this opportunity to get some easy money. And I need money. Bad.”

The girl’s big brown eyes stared him down, and it was obvious she wanted to know why.

“My mom has cancer,” Brody said, looking up at her again. “Her medical bills are fucking insane. But her treatment seems to be working — I just gotta make sure I can keep paying for it.”

She considered this for a minute before saying, “What, do you want me to feel bad for you or something?”