Page 40 of Legacy
“You be a nice welcoming cunt and I'll go easy on you. Got it?” He paused at my refusal to respond, his hand hovering between my face and his zipper. “You want to see your filthy biker again, don't you?”
Mutely, I nodded. Yes, I did.
I wanted to see Legacy and Conner.
I wanted to survive this so I could get my revenge.
“Good girl.” He easily read my silence for what it was: acceptance. “See now, there didn't have to be all of this nastiness. If you had been this welcoming when we first met, I wouldn't have had to get Conner involved.”
I lifted my eyes to him in shock, and he smirked. “Oh, you don't remember? Not that it really matters, but I met you a few years ago. Such a sweet piece of ass and you blew me off.” He laughed. “Well, not literally. If you had, then I wouldn’t have had to go to all of this trouble.” Without missing a beat, his voice changed. It became predatory and aggressive. “Slide your dress down. Let me see you.”
From the front of the van, Q laughed.
I hesitated. It was one thing coming to accept what was going to happen if it was forced on me, but quite another to willingly undress in front of him.
“I want to see your tits,” he hissed.
My fingers trembled as I started to push the material down my arms. I wasn't wearing a bra, so it wasn't long before my breasts sprang free.
“If I do this willingly, will you leave us alone?”
Tristan cupped my left breast, pawing at it with his sweaty, too smooth hand. “I'm done with you when I say I'm done with you. You have pretty little tits, don't you?”
I didn’t know what he expected me to say, so I kept my lips tight shut.
He pinched my nipple hard. “Don’t you?”
I had no words. But he kept pinching. Squeezing the sensitive tip between his finger and thumb until the pain became unbearable.
“I—I'm glad you think so,” I managed to mumble.
“Oh, I do. I might chop them off and keep them. What do you think? Lay down and spread your legs, Katie-Kate.”
No. My brain seemed to scream the word at me — no, no, NO! Everything inside of me was screaming at me to fight. But I resisted. I needed to survive and fighting back was a surefire way of getting myself killed.
It didn't matter what he did to my body. The only thing that mattered was that I got out of there alive.
“Ok,” I whispered.
The floor of the van was rough wooden boards. There were paint splatters on it. The thought flitted through my mind that soon my blood might join them. Laying flat on my back, I stared at the ceiling above me.
“Oh, you're such a willing little slut. I wonder what Legacy will do when he finds out how easily you give yourself to me? Will he want you then?” Roughly, my dress was pushed further down until it gathered around my waist. Tristan fell on top of me, his hands and mouth greedy on my breasts.
I went far, far away. My eyes remained open but unwilling to acknowledge what was happening to me. Dimly, I felt my panties torn away at the seams. Cold air flowed across my intimate regions for a second before he fell more fully against me.
I stiffened, my body ready for the painful intrusion that was about to come.
And it was okay. It would be fine. I would get through this. It was only my body. As long as I didn't let him get into my head, I would be alright.
But Tristan didn't thrust upwards. He continued to fumble between us, like he didn't know what he was doing.
“That's it, baby,” He ground against me, but there was nothing hard about his body. Nothing at all. I raised an eyebrow at his next words. “You ready for a big one?”
He dry humped me against the van's floor, making all the right lust filled noises, but he didn't penetrate me. Tristan Hunter wasn't hard enough for that.
He couldn't get it up.
Despite my efforts at remaining distant, fear and panic made me react in the worst possible way.
