Charged (25 page)

Georgia

As
I
enter the shop though the side, I’m greeted by the rush of men moving parts, wiping down cars, and parking them at the front for final inspections. Some are working diligently under the hoods, under dashes, and in the trunks to complete repairs on various models, including that baby blue buggy. It’s so pristine and beautiful that I can’t imagine the work it even needed. Everything seems in its place and perfect, that it must be something simple. 

I see Ryker over by the racking, where he and Clit got into it the other day. It seems like a lifetime ago, but the stains are still on the floor, and mustard still covers a fender. 

“Ready?” he asks as I nod then follow him to my car. Creature is totally in pieces and a bloody fucking mess; worse than it ever was. My bags are still on the floor, but they’re packed and full to the brim now, sitting neatly. Ryker must have gone straight to work on filling them with everything he considered a necessity. I appreciate it and want to show him such. 

Pulling him down, our tongues mesh perfectly. I can feel the little cut on his cheek where his teeth rattled from the smashing butt of the gun. He breaks away, breathing heavily and happily smiling down. I’m not sure how much he’s smiled over the years with a guy like Jack looming around, teaching him and torturing him, but I’m glad I’ve had the chance to see it before I leave. He’ll be my biggest regret.

“Check the car over and see if I missed anything. I’ll go toss these in the truck bed.” Bending down, he grabs my bags, strapping each across his shoulders, pecks me on the top of the head then heads out to the truck. 

I’ve been afraid for so long that moving the USB from its secure spot makes me uncomfortable. The doors are off Creature so it’s easy to glance at the contents sprawled across the seats, floor and dash. I grab what extras I think I’ll need that Ryker missed, then sit down in the car for a second. 

I’m afraid. 

I’m truly and deathly afraid. 

Every day of running, and every day of worrying, has come down to this moment of exposure. If I take it from the neatly tucked away place then I’m vulnerable. 

The call I’d made earlier had stated that they were close by, but if they aren’t here before shit gets heavy, then I’m dead, Ryker is toast, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it all. I’m sure it will flow into the streets, possibly hurting others like Hazel and Gus. 

“Hey, sweet cheeks.” Without turning I know the creep that voice belongs to. 

“Clit.” 

“Oh, I made an impression did I? Well it seems I’m not the only one.” 

“I thought you weren’t to come back here? Isn’t that what Ryker told you after you put your filthy hands on me?” I’m still sitting in the passenger seat of the car, but I’m nowhere near the USB. I’m thankful that I didn’t try to grab it up and run. I probably wouldn’t have made it. I would’ve been explaining why I’m cutting into the seat of my car.

“Nice shiner. Where’s your boyfriend?” In this position I’m easy prey, and I’ve had enough of that for today. I move to stand, but Clit hems me in against the seat. 

“You know, you caused me a great deal of trouble the other day. I had to call Jack to reinstate me because of the shit with your
boyfriend
.” The way he says it makes me sick, kind of the same way that Jack telling me to strip made me want to vomit. He leans into the seat, pulls down the vee on my shirt, touching the edges of my breast and giving me a dirty grin. Again I’m in the worst predicament possible, unable to do a fucking thing. I sit stock still as he manhandles my tit, and hope that Ryker comes back in. 

“By the way, where is he, sweetie? Where is your knight in shining armour? Will he mind if I take a moment of your time?”  I slap his hand away, but he reaches out with the other one to cup my jeans, putting pressure on my clit.

“I’m not his girl, but I fucking mind.” I pull his hand away again and this time I wind up slapping him as hard as I can in the confined space. He smirks. 

Another one of these fuckers that like a woman with spice, vinegar, and a scathing amount of hatred for him. 

“Get off me, you fucking molester! I don’t want anything from you now, or ever. Go find a dog to fuck on —” 

And with that slap, my teeth rattle against each other dangerously. I taste coppery blood and know that this time my lip was cut wide. Reaching out, I flick the moist blood with my thumb, spitting a large mouthful of it in his face. Clit reels back for a second then smiles, making him look sadistic and cruel with his uneven toothy garbage grin. It’s like a Roshardt blot test, and a Picasso had a love child in a field of dead bodies. 

“Oh, I’m the wrong guy to give tough love to. I like it when you scream and fight back.”

“I’m guessing you learned your art from Jack too?” He thumbs my bloody mouth, dragging it across my face, and down my chest so that it streaks my skin with red. 

“Yeah. I perfected my taste for pain though. Want a show?” Yanking my shirt, he lifts me from the seat and drags me across the floor as I scramble to catch up. 

The first time I came in here and dealt with his crazy advances, I thought given the chance, they could be enticed into an orgy with me as the main course. Now, after everything Ryker told me this morning, I know it to be true. 

I’m screwed, like thoroughly. I need to get away. 

Ryker has no idea that this is happening so he won’t be coming to rescue me anytime soon, or if he does, he’ll come in here too late. The wolf has ensnared its prey and it’s dragging it back to the lair. It wants to have its way. The
prey
better find a way out of this.

Clit drags me further and further into the shop, towards what I assume, is a closed office space. If I was the manager, I’d want to be as close to the action as possible. On the other hand, if I were trying to hide my serious S&M proclivities, then I suppose my office would be in the farthest reaches of hell. We pass car after car, some together, or in the process of repair, while others are being torn down piece by piece, until they’re only a shell of their former self. Which is ironic. 

“Boys, anyone up for a late afternoon romp?” Clit yells into the busy and very noisy space. 

It looks like the whack-a-mole game from a fun fair. Men and boys alike stream out of the oddest places, as Clit drags me further into the dark recesses of the shop. I know once I’m there I’ll be hemmed in by more than one very sexually starved man, I will be fodder for the flock. There will be no escape, so I better think quick. 

We round a few torn down cars, entering into a dark office. The vinyl shades are drawn, and the lights are off. Clit tosses me inside by the shirt where I fall face first onto the hard floor. I hear a few voices as I scamper into the shadows, but it’s futile and I know it. Clit knows it, too. 

Flicking on the light, closing the door and laughing, Clit looks menacing and excited. He laughs at me for trying to hide. For trying to protect myself. He laughs and enjoys this danger, and he laughs because he knows I have nowhere to run. 

“We’ll all get a turn like usual boys. But this is
my prize
. If anyone is going to ruin her for Ryker, it’ll be me. An’ after the shit she put me through, I get first run at her cunt. Got me?” 

I’m leaning against a large wooden desk that sits prominently in the center to the room, even though it’s solid, there’s nothing laying around loose to use as a weapon. I wasn’t afraid of Jack, the same as I’ve never been afraid of the others like him. All of them were weak dicked, limp ass, pussy whipped motherfuckers, that needed to abuse a child in their care to get off. 

These fuckers though…them I’m truly fucking scared of. There are five of them in all. That’s a lot of wear and tear. That’s a lot of tears, screams, pain, and time in a hospital to recoup. The only way out of this; limit the contestants. I need to give them a reason to fear, a reason to decide I’m not worth the pain they’ll endure afterwards. Ryker may not be what they fear, but I’m sure they fear another.  

“I hear your boss is coming today. You sure you all want to be here, instead of out there getting your shit done?” I try to sound convincing. “Just saying that because this limp motherfucker can’t get off without hurting a woman, doesn’t mean all of you need to get your prick in a twist when Gianfranco and Mario show up.” 

A couple of them look at each other with surprise in their eyes. 

“How do you know about them?” Clit questions. 

“I heard Jack this morning. He said that your boss was on the way into town. I wouldn’t want to be found playing with toys when I should be fixing his cars.” Two of them turn and converse. It’s low so I can’t hear, but I’m sure it’s along the lines of — not worth it. As they open the door heading out, they leave it open. 

I wonder if that’ll be my saving grace? 

If I’m loud enough, maybe Ryker or someone else may hear us back here, and hopefully get to me before it’s too late. 

“Fine. Fuck off you two,” Clit yells out to the expansive shop. “More for us.” His voice sounds like Hannibal Lector saying ‘hello Clarisse’. Creepy as fuck.

Rounding back towards me, I stay on the floor hoping to make myself small as they decide the spoils. Watching as Clit’s hands move to his belt, pulling the clasp, slinging it through the loop, it hangs loose in his hands where it lays like a loaded weapon. He’ll either tie me up with it or whip me with it, and I’m going for the whipping. It’ll hurt like a sonofabitch, but I’ll still be free to move.

“Stand, Kate. Face me and put your hands out front.” Oh, I forgot I’m Kate, not Georgia. I stand up as commanded, but put my hands behind my back. 

“Fine, that’s the way you want it to go. We can work that. Remove your shirt and your jeans. You can leave your panties and bra on though, because it’s more fun when we get to tear them to shreds with the belt.” 

Great another sadist. Pulling Ryker’s shirt over my head, I undo my jeans, shimmying them to the floor one foot at a time. If I take my time, it could make him meaner or turn him on. Seeing so far he hasn’t dealt out any hits, I’m assuming it’s a turn on for him when the prey don’t fight. 

While I undress, Clit and his two friends have stripped down too. “Turn around, Kate.” he says as he stands naked with his two compatriots. 

I look from one to the other, one is
way
more endowed, whereas the other is average. Clit on the other hand is just as I suspected. He’s a pencil-dicked, motherfucker. Now we know why he needs pain. It’s almost impossible to get a fucking hard-on bigger than a mascara tube. I know it will cause more pain from the whip, but I just can’t hold back. I laugh maniacally. 

“Oh, you think something’s funny Kate? I’d love to know the joke, ‘cause you’re the one with the most to lose here. I dare ya’ to share with the group.” I’m sure he’s heard it before, and it will likely send him into a rage, but who am I to lie to the poor bastard. 

“Well, bachelor number one,” I point to the well hung donkey in the corner, “Has a dick like a hammer. You, sir, I am afraid of. Bachelor number two…” I point to the second. “I have the feeling likes to take his time stroking it while he watches others get off. I say this because he’s looking at bachelor number one’s cock like it’s a lunch buffet. And you…” I point to Clit’s itty bitty manhood. “What a sorry fucker you are. I bet you’re regretting the years of steroids you did now, aren’t you? You’ve shriveled like a worm in the sunlight. You only get off on kids that don’t have an understanding of what a real man’s fucking cock should look like —” 

I wince as the belt strikes me. 

“Strike one. Shall we strap you down?” The soft leather had slammed right across my chest so hard that welts are already forming. I take in a deep breath and hold myself up straight. There is no way I. Will. Give. In.

Wow, two times in one day I’ve said that shit. New fucking record Georgia. 

“Jerry, tie her arms to the desk. Hans pull the door shut,” Clit says as he stalks me. “She’s mine,” he grinds out. I should have said nothing about his child-like penis, I have the feeling I’ll regret that.

Hans moves to the door, bolting it from the inside, as Jerry moves around to the side, pulling up the two biggest metal chains, and locks I’ve ever seen out of the floor. 

I’m so fucked. 

This is where shit will get real, I realize. I open my mouth and scream loud and hard for as long as I can, before the door shuts. Clit puts his hand on my mouth to quiet me and I bite down hard on the soft flesh, taking a chunk with me. Rearing back, I spit it in his face, the blood mixing with the already dried mixture, blending together and making him even more evil looking. I open my mouth to scream again, only this time Clit stuffs a ball-gag in my teeth. Frantically, I turn my head back and forth, trying to stop him from tightening it into place. I know once I’m unable to make noise, no one will be able to find me. I thrash back and forth with Jerry and Hans, as they try to latch my arms in place as Clit struggles with the clasp on the gag and I’m unable to stop him. They’re too strong, and too fuelled on the idea of a fight that I can’t win. 

Within seconds, I’m strapped me down to the desk with my arms at the sides, my chest rising straight up, and Clit poised at my widened legs so that I can’t even kick.