The Sharpest Lives Ch. 08

"Damn, look at those nipples," he said, pulling down my dress just low enough. He rolled them in this hands, and I felt his hardness and warmth against my thighs.

"Are you wet, sweetie?" asked Matt, as he started grinding into me. I think he really didn't care for an answer, because he dipped a hand between my thighs anyway.

He felt it, I felt it- I wasn't wet.

But I liked being taken forcefully, right? Why wasn't I getting turned on?

He looked into my eyes, hungry, wanting, and ran a finger up and down against my panties anyway.

I just stared back at him.

For a moment, he paused, as if realizing something was wrong.

Justin clapped a hand over his shoulder.

"Need some help?" he asked, cockily.

Matt didn't reply; he looked frozen- I don't know what had come over him suddenly.

Taking his lack of action for consent, Justin reached down and ran a hand through my hair, forcefully pulling out my hair tie. His cock came close to my face, still dripping from the cum he'd just sprayed, and wet from the girl's saliva. I moved my face away.

"Her hair looks better open, doesn't it?" he breathed.

"Yeah," agreed Matt, as though half aware.

"Matt... tell him to leave," I said quietly.

Matt opened his mouth, but Justin quickly rebuked, "Why? This will be much more enjoyable for you, cutie, I fuck way better than my friend here..."

He moved aside to point at the girl, who was now laying in bed, rolling in the arms of the other guy.

"Look at that, one satisfied customer as proof!" grinned Justin.

"Matt, tell him to leave," I repeated, my tone a volume higher, a tone lower.

Matt now looked like an animal caught between a hunter and a predator.

What a weak little piece of shit, I thought, as I bought my knee up, squarely hitting his balls. Matt fell back, groaning, and I rolled off the sofa, pulling up my dress. I couldn't reach for my zip, so I made do with just holding it with one hand, but then I realized that left me free for Justin, who was walking towards me, determined to have me.

"Don't come near me," I warned.

"Oh no, I'm not getting out of here tonight without getting a good fuck," he said darkly,

"And nor are you." He glanced at Matt, still keeled over on the sofa.

"Thanks for getting her here, Matt, sorry I can't include you. She looks like she's hungry, and I want to feed her with my sweet, sweet cock." He lunged forward suddenly, trapping me against the wall. He was heavy, and too close; I couldn't push him off, nor could I slide away. He grinded against me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Alan, leave that slut alone and give me a hand here with this one," he called out.

Alan got up from the bed, walking over to come see me. Matt now held my hands up high, and my corset fell down, exposing my breasts again. He had laid a knee across my legs, so I couldn't move. It was getting difficult to breathe, with his weight already suffocating my thumping heart.

"Mm, look at those tits. Nothing compared to Rach's, but I like these in any form, anyway," growled Justin, slapping a breast.

I screamed - they took no notice.

"How about you turn her around, and fuck her pussy while I hold her up, her legs against the wall, and my cock in her ass?" suggested Alan, looking me up and down.

"That's why I like you man, we both like different holes. So much easier to share," said Justin, squeezing my breasts. "And I'll get these beautiful girls in my face... Alan, you'll be missing out, dude!" He bent down, and spat on my nipples. He looked up at me, as if daring me to do something, then laughed, and started to suck on a nipple.

I struggled harder, but all it did was hurt me as I felt his teeth across my flesh.

"I'll have her little ass to grab, I'm happy with that," replied Alan.

As Justin turned me around, still holding my hands, I felt Alan's hands, one holding me around the waist, while the other slid down my back, sliding down my open dress to finger my ass, his thumbs roughly spreading flesh apart...

I was tired. Nothing was working.

Good God, what do I do now?

He stared at me, smiling wickedly, bringing his head forward to kiss me. I leaned back, and smashed my head against his, as hard as I can.

Justin screamed, and Alan, in shock, let go of me- for good measure I dug both my arms forcibly backwards, managing to hit Alan's chest.

I saw sparks fly in front of me as I hit him. I staggered backwards, away from them.

I need a thing to hit them with, I thought, as I looked around, trying to shake the darkness off.

Both of them- no- Matt as well- were now getting to their feet, ambling forwards. The girl was up, now sitting on the bed, looking fearfully at us. I quickly ran to the other side of the bed.

"Unlock the door," I said to her, and when she didn't seem to react, I picked up a short floor lamp by the bed. "Do it!" I yelled, raising it high.

The girl squealed, frightened, and jumped off the bed towards the door, but before she could get there, Matt caught her around the waist.

"You hit him!" Matt yelled at me, while struggling with the girl.

"The fuck is wrong with you, you bastard?" I asked, astounded. "He's trying to rape me!"

"Hey, you LIKE getting raped and ravaged each night, you slut, I heard it!" shouted Justin.

What?

What?

That?

Oh God...

The whole incredulousness of the matter just got to me, and I started laughing. My mind was screaming, and I felt- crazy. There was no other word. I had lost it. I was broken. Nothing mattered.

I rolled the lamp in my arms, tears streaming from my eyes, from joy or laughter, even I couldn't figure- I looked at my poor victims, standing still, shocked by my reaction.

I yanked the lamp from the socket, and bashed it on the floor. Glass flew everywhere. Justin stepped forward, as if to stop me.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now," I echoed, as I held up high it by the tube, and swung the base at his head. It hit his shoulder with a satisfying clunk, and he fell to the floor. The girl managed to wrench free, and started banging and trying to unlock the door. Alan had moved into a corner of the room, and was too far away. I looked up, spotting Matt, and raised the lamp again.

Suddenly the girl fell back into the floor, and Rachel was standing, angrily at the door.

"You think I'd not have the keys to my own room, Justin?" she growled angrily- then spied him on the floor, cradling his arm in pain.

I immediately dropped the lamp, and fell to the floor. "Rachel!" I cried.

"Kim? Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck-" she ran forward, but suddenly she got pushed aside, and Liam rushed in, falling to the ground next to me.

"Kim?" he asked, his voice tight.

"Where were you?" I asked, breaking into tears again. I lunged forwards to wrap my arms around him, rubbing my head against his chest.

His fingers shook as he wiped away my tears, as he kissed my hair, as he cocooned me into his arms.

I felt- so good-

My body and mind were both buzzing with electricity again. This is where I belong, no doubt, any longer...

I don't need to know why. I don't need to know if I should. The fact that I just know, is more than enough.

"Tell me what happened," he ordered. He sounded unusually calm.

I pointed one shaking finger at Justin, who was coming to.

"Him," I said, my voice wavering. "He convinced his friend, and they tried... to rape me. They would've..."

By now some other people had come in. Matt, Justin and Alan were all being held down, against the floor or the wall. Hearing my accusations, everyone started shouting and yelling at once.

"She's lying!" yelled Justin.

"Why the hell would she lie?" It was Sam; he was holding Alan against the wall, who hadn't said a word.

"I told him to get off, I told him!" I shrieked.

"She's lying, that's what she wants, why else would that stupid bitch come here?" accused Justin.

I howled in anger, and Liam pulled me tight into his embrace again, rubbing my back consolingly. He had zipped up my dress while he was holding me.

"I was feeling sick, Liam," I whispered. "Matt took me upstairs because I wasn't feeling well.."

Behind Liam, I could see Matt, held against the wall. He stopped struggling when he heard his name. The room fell silent as I said this.

"When we came in they were already with another girl... They tired to beat Matt up, because he tried to stop them, then they got me. Liam, do something!" I pleaded.

Liam turned around to look at Matt. Rachel stepped over to grab Matt by the collar.

"Is this true?" she asked him, fiercely.

For a moment he was silent, as if at a loss for what to say.

"Yes," he said quietly. "Kim wasn't feeling well, so I thought she'd feel better if she lied down. I didn't know that these guys were here."

Immediately Justin started yelling.

"You fucking bastard, you're lying! You're lying and you know it! You bought that wasted whore in here-"

"So first you say she came by herself, now you bring Matt into this?" asked Sam angrily, to Justin.

"Do I look drunk?" I added. "Rachel, you know I'm sick! Sam, you know I didn't drink!"

"Yeah, what the hell!" agreed Sam. "You lying piece of shit, stop dragging other people into this!"

"I'm not calling the cops or anything," said Rachel suddenly. "What happens here stays here." She walked over to Justin, who was still being held down.

"But you," she snarled, and she rammed her heel into his back. He yelled, his hands flying up, but they held him down. "I better not see you anywhere near us ever again!"

"No," said Liam suddenly. He stood up, to look down at him. "Not so fast. You're not leaving until you and Kim are even," he said. I was surprised to see a smile on his lips; a cold, mirthless smile. I shuddered as he turned to look at Rachel.

"You owe me," he said. "If you didn't call her, she wouldn't be in this situation."

"What do you want?" asked Rachel, warily.

Liam bent forward, and mumbled something to Rachel. She looked shocked for a moment, then put on an oddly stoic face.

"Do whatever you want with him," she finally said, taking a few steps back. "Nobody's gonna stop you."

"Tie up these bitches then," ordered Liam, kicking Justin in the shoulder again. He pulled me up with him, and I followed him outside, holding his hand.

We stopped outside, and he leaned against the balustrade, looking out into the now empty living room. I stood by him, meekly remembering I was in trouble as well.

"You better pray that guy doesn't drop dead before I'm done with him," he said quietly, still not looking at me. "Or I'll need some other outlet for my anger."

"What are you gonna do?" I asked,

weakly.

"You don't need to know," he replied, then looked again at me, and smiled that smile again. "You know what? Come see for yourself."

He turned back to go into the bedroom and I followed. People were leaving the room, and some of them were laughing as they left. I stopped, frozen in shock as I looked into the room.

Justin and Alan were both on the floor, now stripped completely naked, gagged, their hands and feet bound. Liam bent down and hauled Alan off the floor, getting him onto his knees.

"Are you watching, Justin?" asked Liam.

"I'm gonna show you what happens if you mess with me. Kim, what did he do?" he asked, turning to me.

I swallowed. I can't, I can't...

"Tell me everything," insisted Liam.

"He held me down," I said, my voice a whisper. "Then put a hand down my back..."

Liam gave me a look, and I could've sworn, he looked pained, almost for a millisecond-

"Sit on the bed," he said, softly.

I sat gingerly on the edge of the bed.

"Higher up, doll, raise your legs straight up," he commanded.

I shuffled, until I was sitting in the bed, wondering what was going to happen next. Liam pulled out the gag from his mouth, and Alan painfully opened and closed his mouth, licking his lips.

"You're going to lick her shoes," he said to Alan. He then grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to my feet. "Lick them clean, until there's no speck of dirt left," he ordered him.

Alan looked horrified. I was horrified. I was about to move my feet away, when suddenly Liam warned, "Kim.. Don't you dare let them get away with this."

They deserve this.

Alan started crying. "I'm sorry," he said, looking at me. "Please, please, I'll never come near you again... Forgive me, Kim!"

"Lick my shoe, cunt," I said, shoving it into his face. Alan looked desperately around.

"Oh look, Rachel keeps whips in this room too," said Liam, opening a cupboard. In his hand he held a menacing, black leather whip. He cracked it against the bed to test it.

Alan looked at the whip in Liam's hand, to my shoes, and choosing the lesser of the two devils, started to lick the soles of my shoes.

I watched him, as he quickly ran his tongue over them, pausing now and them to look at me.

Is this how Liam feels all the time?

Fearless, careless even, of the consequences- so free- so powerful-

It felt frightening, and I loved it.

Suddenly Liam threw a quick lash across his back. Alan screamed as the whip cracked, and I saw Justin's eyes open wide with fear.

"I couldn't help myself, he wasn't getting much of a punishment, was he?" he asked me, smiling.

"I'd fuck him in the ass," I said acidly. "That's what he was gonna do, he likes assholes."

Liam looked at me, slightly surprised.

"Little rabbit, you are me, and I am you," he said, as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. I raised my hands up, to bring him down onto my lips. The tip of his tongue lightly ran over the inside of my lips as we met. I felt him search for my hands, and then lead them to his crotch, where I felt his cock get harder.

As though responding, I immediately started to cum, but he kept my hands fixed over his warm dick. He finally unzipped himself, and I slid one hand inside, to wrap around his girth, and started to caress it back and forth.

"My sweet angel," he cooed as I stroked him. "You've grown so much since I first saw you."

"Really?" I asked, my eyes wide, looking up into his.

"Yes," he replied, his eyes narrowing as my strokes became faster. "So when I see some one trying to harm all that I made," he traced a finger over my face, "I can't bear it."

He suddenly turned away, and I whined sadly as I lost contact with him.

He walked over to Alan, and pushed him against the edge of the bed, his ass high in the air.

"I'm gonna fuck him, for you," said Liam, smiling maliciously. "Since he likes it in the ass so much.. Tell me when to stop, alright?"

Alan was now bawling.

"Shut up," I snarled. "He hasn't touched you yet... Did I beg when you were touching me?"

Alan looked pitifully at me, and I stared back- and as he realized there was no mercy, he fell silent.

Liam had already put a condom on, and patted his ass cheeks. "Ugh, you're a hairy bitch," he said, grimacing. "At least do the same on yourself as you expect from others!"

Liam suddenly pushed forwards, and Alan screamed. Liam threw his head back, smiling slightly.

"I've always found guys tighter than girls," he mentioned, smiling. I looked back at him, my mind going through some ideas, then shrugged them off. Did it matter? He's mine now.

He now grabbed his sides, as Alan buried his head in the bed, to muffle his cries. He pulled out slowly, then pushed in again.

"I'm doing this slowly because I don't think you deserve worse than this," he said to him. "It hurts," Alan finally managed to mumble. "Mm hmm? Yeah, because I thought you don't need lubing, you being just an asshole and all. More pleasure for me, seeing you cringe," replied Liam casually.

I watched him build up speed, now Alan squeaking and groaning, and I had an idea. I kicked off my shoes, and pushed my bare feet into his face.

"Lick them," I said. Liam grinned at me.

He looked at me blankly, and started to lick. He sucked my toes, and traced long, trembling licks over my naked feet. It felt ticklish, it felt good- and it probably felt much better, seeing Liam fuck this useless pig in front of my feet. I enjoyed hearing his moans as his dick slapped into his ass, his beautiful shoulders flexing and rising as he pounded harder and harder. The bed shook with his every push and pull.

"You're lucky she's letting you touch her, after all this," said Liam, now slightly breathless. "Don't you feel lucky, bitch?"

Alan mumbled something. Liam suddenly bent down to his ear, his fingers sinking into his skin as he forcefully turned his face to one side.

"Say it, cunt... tell her how lucky you feel that you're getting to lick her pretty little feet," he growled.

"I'm... lucky... thank you... for letting me..." he whimpered, between licks. I started laughing, partly from the licking, and partly from how pathetic he looked.

After a while, Alan stopped licking altogether. Instead he panted and moaned, as if finally giving in to the feeling of Liam's cock in his ass.

"Fuck... More...please..." he whispered hoarsely.

Liam laughed as he heard his, growling as he bent down, pounding into him faster.

"So you do love a good cock up your ass, don't you?" sneered Liam. He suddenly stopped, half pulled out.

"Yes, yes, yes!" cried Alan.

"Well, I'm almost done," replied Liam, as pushed in again. "Too bad if you can't."

Alan moaned, as if tortured.

Liam motioned me to come close, so I got up quickly on my knees, and threw my arms around around him, pulling him in for a kiss. He moaned into my mouth, and I pulled in his tongue with my teeth, biting him. Between my thighs, I felt Alan shiver. He could probably smell my wet cunt just hovering above his face.

I held Liam while he recovered, and he smiled at me weakly. "Sweet baby, you learn new tricks so quickly," he said, indulgently. I smiled back, blushing.

What kind of sick fucks are we? I thought, inside.

But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

He had pulled out, and I could see his condom was filled with cum... I felt bad it was going to waste because of that piece of shit.

"Does my baby have any suggestions on what to do with that one, now?" he asked, looking over his shoulder to Justin.

I walked over to Justin, pulling him up to his knees as well.

"Make him drink your cum, I said, looking directly into Justin's eyes, "because you are a hungry little cum slut, aren't you?" I laughed as he looked away, and then turned to stand behind him, holding his head from the back. Liam came forward, with the cum filled condom in his hand. He removed his gag.

I pulled back his head while using another hand to pinch his nose and pull his mouth open. I did it so quickly, that Justin didn't even have time to react.

"Bottoms up," I sang, as Liam tipped the bag into his open mouth.

Justin sputtered, choking on the cum. It dropped past his lips, down his chest and onto the floor. I slapped him, and he fell to the floor, losing his balance.

"Can't even drink cum properly," I spat. "Lick that up off the floor."

Justin did so, his tongue lapping at the little pools of semen on the floor, his body silently shaking.

I turned to Liam, who was stroking his length as he watched me.

"Do you want to fuck him as well, Master?" I asked sweetly.

It was as though I was playing a role in a dream, a role that felt so natural, that that reality and this trance felt connected.

"I don't think he deserves it," drawled Liam. He had picked up the whip again, now turning it in his hands, looking at it pensively.

"Whip him," he said suddenly, looking up at me.

"Me?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah. This is your retribution," he replied, as placed the whip in my open hands.

"I-" I hesitated. I looked at Justin, still lying on the floor, sobbing.

I wanted revenge. I wanted this... thing to feel what I felt when he touched me. I wanted him to feel so afraid that he'd never approach another person again.