Alicia heard someone enter the room and hoped it was Jack.
“Hey, I bet you’re lonely,” Celeste said. “How about we have a little fun to pass the time?”
“What fantasy are you thinking?” a man asked.
Fantasy?
Celeste sounded cheery. “It’s always me being the dominator. How about you dominate for a change?”
“She is pretty,” he replied. It had to be Skye.
Oh, God. No.
“I know,” Celeste said. “She does it for me, too. Drag her back to our room and let’s have some fun.”
Whatever you’re planning, please don’t. Jack, where are you?
Alicia felt her chair being tipped backward as she was dragged into the next room.
“Hang on,” Celeste said. “Give me a chance to wiggle out of these jeans and enjoy myself.”
Alicia heard the sound of a zipper and a moment later felt the brush of silk panties across her face.
“Hey, baby, do you like how I smell?” Celeste asked.
Alicia stiffened. She heard the bed squeak as Celeste lay down on it. “Okay, start the show,” she said.
Alicia twisted her torso violently when Skye stood between her legs, but was unable to stop him from undoing the top of her blouse and unfastening her bra.
“Ooh, you’re a fighter,” he said, digging his fingers deep into her breasts in a twisting motion.
She squirmed and strained at the bonds, begging him to stop, but through the tape it came across only as a muffled cry.
“Oh, yeah. Real, too,” Skye commented as he continued to grope. “These aren’t store-bought.”
Oh, God. Please stop.
Skye continued for a moment longer, then released his grip.
“Hey, not so fast,” Celeste said. “I’m not even wet yet. Don’t rush. Be nice to her. Stroke her nipples. See if you can make ’em hard. Get her to want you.”
Alicia felt him massaging and stroking her breasts with his fingers, pausing intermittently to lick her nipples.
“Oh, yeah, does that feel good, baby? Come on, lean into him.” Celeste’s voice had gotten husky. “Let yourself go. Sway into him … you know you want to.”
Alicia remained rigid, and eventually he stopped.
“She doesn’t want to play,” he said, then undid the rest of her blouse.
She heard him take his pants off, then felt his legs straddle her body as he stood over her. His fingers caressed the sides of her face, then he used his hands to clamp his penis between her breasts as he slowly pumped his body.
“Ah, a titty-fuck isn’t doing it for me,” Celeste said a moment later. “Come on, you can do better.”
“Okay, but I need a little insurance,” he replied, briefly stepping away. When he returned, he grabbed her throat with one hand and peeled the strip of duct tape from her mouth. “Be a good girl,” he said, bringing his penis toward her mouth. “You know what to do.”
“Try it and I’ll bite the end right off!” she spluttered.
“Ooh, I think she means it,” Celeste said. “You better be careful.”
Skye’s grip on her throat tightened, and she started to gag. “I thought you might say that,” he said. She then felt the cold muzzle of a pistol in her ear. “You ready to die, little girl?”
“You might need me alive for the ransom,” she retorted in a tone whose confidence surprised her.
The bed squeaked as Celeste approached. “Put the gun down,” she said. “I’ve an idea.”
Skye obeyed. “I don’t believe you’d really bite,” he said. “Not if you want to live.”
You’re going to kill me, no matter what. I know it. She felt the knob on her lips and clenched her teeth.
“Open up,” Skye said, digging his thumb into her throat.
She started to choke and opened her mouth.
“That a girl,” he said.
Go ahead. Blow my brains out. I don’t care anymore.
She bit down as hard as she could. As her teeth sunk in, she shook her head wildly from side to side like a dog trying to rip gristle off a bone.