by Abby Weeks
Heath scoffed. “You’re kidding me. I’m offering you my fiancée, and you don’t even have the guts to take her.”
“I don’t know,” Hunter said. “I never did anything like that to a girl before. I’m not like that. Some men are, but that’s not me.”
Heath laughed. “Suit yourself,” he said. “Pass me that bottle.”
Heath took a long swig of the vodka and then turned Aisha around. “Come on, honey,” he said. “This guy’s not going to be any fun. Let’s go to bed.”
Aisha had been holding her breath the entire time Hunter had been deliberating what he wanted to do. Now that she realized he wasn’t going to rape her, she could finally breathe again. She gasped for air. She’d been so tense that ever muscle in her body was like a drawn cord.
Heath fell down onto the bed and he pulled Aisha’s naked body down next to him. Aisha didn’t know if she was relieved or horrified to be lying there next to Heath. She gave Hunter one final glance before shutting her eyes and pulling the thin blanket up over her skin. Heath was lying with his back to her, facing the wall, and she covered her face with the blanket and let out a long, tense sigh.
Hunter pulled the second blanket from the rack above the table and wrapped it around his waist and left the cabin. Aisha finally felt like she could breathe freely. Maybe he wouldn’t come back. He shouldn’t, not after what had just happened. He could go to jail for a thing like that where she came from. She wasn’t so sure what the legal position was here in the narrow straits between arctic islands off the coast. She didn’t even know if they were in US or Canadian waters.
The tears surprised her. She’d thought she was in too much shock to cry. They flowed down over her cheeks, wetting the blanket that still covered her face. She cried so hard that her entire body rocked. But she didn’t make a sound. Heath was breathing heavily next to her, no doubt in a drunken stupor. She realized that she couldn’t go on living with him. Things were never going to get better. If he could pull a stunt like what he’d done to her there in the cabin, he was capable of anything. He wasn’t a good man, not by a long shot. She lay there and wracked her brain, trying to think of a way to get out of this predicament. There had to be a way out of the situation. Maybe there would be some sort of government agencies or social services when they arrived in Juneau. She knew it was going to be the biggest town they would be passing through since leaving Washington. It was also American. Surely there would be someone there, some government service, that would take her in and help her get home.
The door opened. It was Hunter. He’d come back after all. She wondered where he’d been. What had he been thinking? Was he going to apologize now?
She listened to him fumble with the table and chairs, folding them up to make room for the bed that came down from the wall. The bed came down and stopped right next to Heath and Aisha’s bed. They were like two cots placed right next to each other. Aisha inched away from the edge of her bed, closer to Heath’s lifeless body, but it was little comfort for her to get closer to Heath. She trusted him less than she did Hunter.
Hunter shut out the light and then lay down on the cot next to her. She heard him pull his blanket up over his head, and then there was silence. Aisha was almost too afraid to breathe. She felt that any sound at all might disturb the peace of the cabin. She’d survived it. She’d be mortified in the morning when she had to face the two men—what they’d done to her was unforgivable—but at least they hadn’t hurt her. Humiliate? Yes. Rape? No.
Slowly she pulled the blanket down from her face. The air outside was cold, but she couldn’t breathe down beneath the blanket all night, not when she was sharing it with Heath’s naked, sweaty body. She felt cold. The blanket was thin, and she was completely naked, but she knew she wouldn’t dare get up from the bed.
Hardly half a foot to her right, Hunter was lying with his blanket up over his face. He was as naked as Heath was. Aisha didn’t know if he was awake or asleep. She wasn’t going to ask him. She wasn’t going to speak to him. Not ever again, if she could help it.
She pulled the blanket tight against her body and lay silently, still as a stone, and waited. It was going to be a very long night.
*
Chapter 28
AISHA WOKE WITH A SUDDEN sense of panic. Someone’s hand was on her thigh. It was Hunter’s. His large, coarse hand was brushing against her upper thigh, stroking it.
“Stop it,” she whispered into the darkness.
No one answered her. She was lying on her back, her arms by her side, staring up into the black void above her. Hunter’s thick fingers ran gently over the soft skin of her thigh and inched ever closer to the lips of her pussy.
She didn’t know what time it was. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep. She was freezing cold. Hunter’s hand was like ice.
“Please, Hunter,” she whispered, but he didn’t stop. His hand just continued to stroke her soft skin, back and forth, as if he was petting a cat.
She could feel his fingers caress the edge of her pussy. He pulled at the lips, opening it gently, sliding his fingers farther and farther toward the mouth of her vagina. He ran a finger over the soft folds of her clitoris, and she felt a surge of sensation, of raw terror mixed with physical stimulation, and she began to cry. The tears fell noiselessly over her cheeks and down onto the mattress as Hunter’s fingers toyed with her soft pussy. He pressed against the mouth of her vagina. She could feel that she was warm down there, moist. His finger pushed its way inside and slid up into her vagina. She gasped in shock.
“Please stop this, Hunter,” she cried. “Please, I beg you.”
Hunter leaned up on his side so that he was facing her. His face was just inches from hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. His hand slid over her tummy and up to her breasts. He fondled them, gently squeezing each of her tender nipples in his fingers.
“No,” she cried, tears rolling down her face.
He brought his mouth to her cheek. She could feel his chapped lips brush up against the side of her face. She shut her eyes.
“Touch me,” he whispered.
“Please, Hunter.”
“Touch me and I won’t wake up your boyfriend.”
That made her pause. How did he know? How could he possibly know that she was even more afraid of Heath than she was of him, and he was the one forcing her to touch him.
“I don’t care,” she said.
“You care. Touch me and he’ll stay asleep.”
Aisha imagined for one horrified second what it might be like if Heath were to wake up. He wasn’t just after her sexually. With Heath, there was something far worse at work. He had a cruel streak that Aisha had been on the receiving end of more than she cared to admit.
“Okay,” she said. “Where?”
“Wet your hand.”
“What?”
“Spit on it.”
Aisha spit on her hand, and then Hunter took it and guided it down to his throbbing, rigid penis. She took hold of it in her hand and was shocked at how big it was. Her little hand was just barely large enough to hold it. She slid her hand slowly around the head of his cock, and immediately he pulled her closer to him.
“God, yes,” he sighed in her face.
She continued to stroke his thick, pulsing cock, and he put his mouth over hers and forced his tongue in past her lips. Aisha held her breath. She shut her eyes. She tried not to feel Hunter’s hungry tongue in her mouth as she continued to stroke his thick, long cock beneath the blankets.
She could feel him growing harder and harder in her hand. He was getting close to the point of ejaculation. She didn’t relish the thought of his sticky, hot semen all over her hand but she knew things could be a lot worse.
She started stroking him harder and harder, faster and faster, trying to bring him over the edge. He was down at her chest now, sucking on her nipples, slobbering all over them. And then she felt two cold, firm hands take hold of her waist. It was Heath. He was awake.
“Oh you naughty bitch,” he grunted into her ear. “Waiting till I was asleep, were you?”
“Heath,” Aisha gasped but she had nothing to say.
He pushed her up against Hunter, turning her body so that her ass was right in front of him. She felt his hands go down to her butt cheeks and grab them tightly. His fingers were pressing so hard on her skin. She knew that they would bruise her.
In front of her, Hunter seemed bewildered, like he didn’t know what to do. In a moment of lucidity, Aisha saw everything that was going to happen. The situation was too far gone to rectify. Hunter was so close to orgasm, there was no way he could contain himself now.
Heath spat on his hand and rubbed his horrible saliva all over his hungry cock until it was slippery enough for what he intended to do to her. She was face to face with Hunter, and she could see the thoughts flashing across his eyes. She knew what he was going to do.
As Heath pressed the tip of his cock hard against her anus, Hunter reached out and took hold of her just above the hips. They were both holding her at the waist, clamping her in position like a prisoner caught in a pair of Vise-Grips. Heath spat on his hand again and rubbed his spit on her anus, lubing it up as much as he could.
“Heath,” Aisha cried out. She could feel the tip of his cock against her anus. She’d never been taken that way before in her life. She wasn’t even sure how it worked. She was terrified, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She’d gotten into this situation, and there was no way out of it now.
Thrusting forward, Heath’s tip began to breach the rim of her anus and squeeze through the tight rim of muscle. Aisha cried out. In front of her, Hunter pushed himself forward, sliding easily into her waiting pussy. He pulled out and thrust into her again, and at the same time, Heath pushed forward even harder, sliding right into her asshole. Aisha felt as if she was being impaled from both directions at once. Before her eyes there was only blackness. All she could hear was an incessant ringing. She thought she might black out.
Heath continued to slide in and out of her asshole, forcing his way deep inside her before letting his cock slide back out. Hunter slid right up into her vagina. The two men were so deeply engorged in her flesh that she could almost imagine their two penises meeting in the center of her body. She cried out as the first fluid gush of Hunter’s semen poured up into her vagina. At that very moment, Heath gushed sperm into her asshole, pumping her so full of the stuff that it was oozing back out of her ass, even while his cock was still in it. He thrust forward again, his own sticky sperm lubricating his thrusting cock, and squirted another massive dose of the hot liquid into her ass. Aisha gasped. She’d never felt anything so intense in her entire life. She felt like she was outside the ship, watching what was happening from a great distance, as if it was all happening to some other girl, not her.
Hunter’s thick cock continued to gush jet after jet of hot, potent semen into her pussy, and he cried out from the intensity of his orgasm. At the same time, Heath cried out, even more loudly, as the final gushes of his jizz poured into her asshole.
Aisha didn’t know what to think. She didn’t know what to feel. She cried out with them, the three of them moaning and panting like three wild animals caught in some barbaric fight to the death.
The two men held her then and sandwiched her between their massive bodies. She felt so small between them. Their chests heaved as they sucked in air. Their cocks shrank and softened beneath the blanket. She breathed deeply, trying to regain her breath.
The men held her tightly, their arms squeezing her in a desperate embrace. For the first time that night, she didn’t feel cold. Their body heat enveloped her like a shroud.
Hunter’s wet mouth was on one side of her neck. From behind, Heath’s was on the other.
Aisha was dizzy. She didn’t know what had just happened to her? Was this something that women did? Had there been others who’d taken two men at the same time before her? Surely she couldn’t be the first woman to have been taken advantage of by two men like that. She put her hands up on Hunter’s chest, his curly chest hairs popping up through her fingers like grass between rocks.
“That wasn’t right,” she said.
She looked at her hands on his chest. She felt so confused. They’d just raped her. Two of them, and only one of her. She drew back her fists and then pounded them back down on Hunter’s chest.
“That wasn’t right,” she cried.
“Aisha,” Hunter said.
She felt Heath tighten his grip on her from behind.
“Let go of me,” she cried out. “How could you do that to me? How could you? You’re supposed to protect me. You’re supposed to look after me.”
“I am looking after you,” Heath said. “I’m training you.”
“What are you even talking about?” Aisha cried, her words struggling to get through the tears that were choking her voice.
“This is how things are in the wilderness. This is nature, Aisha. It ain’t pretty.”
“Don’t speak to me,” she cried. “Don’t use my name. You’ve lost that right.”
Her body shook with grief, and the two men held her so tightly between their hard, firm bodies that they shook as well.
“The lesson isn’t over,” Hunter said. His voice seemed to come from nowhere. He’d said so little till that moment. It surprised Aisha.
“What?” she said.
“You really want to be prepared for the wilderness, you’re going to have to know more than that.”
“Stop it,” Aisha said, pounding his chest again. “Stop talking to me. Your words mean nothing. You took advantage of me, there’s nothing more to it than that.”
Hunter laughed. “If you think that was rough, you’ve got another thing coming. I don’t know if you’re going to survive where you’re going, missy.”
“Don’t you call me that.”
Hunter put his hand on Aisha’s head and pushed her back down beneath the blanket. She struggled to resist him, but Heath’s hands landed on her shoulders and added their strength to Hunter’s. They pushed her down so that her face was level with their sweaty, semen covered cocks. She knew that their jizz was dripping out of her pussy and her asshole. They’d filled her with so much of the stuff that it would be dripping out of her all night.
“Clean us off,” Hunter said.
“No,” she cried out, muffled by the blankets.
She felt their hands come down to her head. Then they both pressed their pelvises forward toward her face. She had no choice. She could smell the sticky, musky smell of their semen. It mixed with the reek of their sweat.
“Do it,” Hunter said. “Do it if you know what’s good for you, if you want to survive the wilds of the north. You might as well know now.”
Aisha was confused. What was he talking about? What was this place to which they were taking her? If Hunter believed this was her job, why had he struggled so much earlier in the evening when Heath was trying to convince him to rape her? Nothing made sense.
She opened her mouth and took Hunter’s soft penis into it. She sucked on it, making sure she got all of the semen off of it. She licked his shaft, his groin, his pubes.
“That’s a good girl,” Hunter said.
Then they forced her to turn her head toward Heath. His cock was there, just as Hunter’s had been, just as covered with semen and sweat. She licked the shaft of it, cleaning any trace of semen, before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it.
“Good girl,” she heard Hunter saying from up above the blankets. “That’s it. You’re doing just fine.”
Aisha was disgusted with herself. Why was she allowing them to control her like this? Why was she being so compliant? She should have been fighting them tooth and nail, fighting them to the bitter end, even if it meant they would beat her unconscious. Aisha had never grown up with a mother. She hadn’t known what a strong female role model was until she’d started working for Sophia at the clinic, but she knew enough to know thi
s wasn’t right. Women weren’t treated like this. Maybe in times past, but not anymore, not in modern times. It just wasn’t right.
“Come on back up here, missy,” Hunter said.
Aisha went back up to join them.
“You did your job,” Hunter said, “now we’ll do ours.”
“What’s that?” Aisha said quietly.
“Our job is to keep you warm,” Hunter said.
And despite everything within her, despite the fact she’d just been raped, that their sperm was dripping all over her ass cheeks and thighs, Aisha complied. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, the two men pressing up against her with their bare chests. The back and forth, up and down motion of their breathing chests lulling her to sleep.
*
Chapter 29
THE NEXT MORNING, AISHA COULDN’T bring herself to speak to the two men. She couldn’t even look at them. She woke first, nestled between their two naked bodies, and she couldn’t even get up and leave the cabin. Her clothes were beneath the beds and she’d have to wait for them to wake up to get them. She lay there and stared at the cabin ceiling. Whatever had happened the night before was beyond anything her life had shown her prior to this. That wasn’t the way things happened in Washington. She knew that wasn’t normal. She’d lived a sheltered life, but not that sheltered. She watched the news. She watched TV talk shows. Men simply didn’t treat women like that. Not in Washington, not in other states, not even in Alaska or northern Canada.
Hunter stirred and she turned to face him. His face was just a few inches from hers. He looked hungover. He moaned.
“Oh, God,” he sighed.
She looked back at the ceiling.
“Jesus,” he said. “I forgot how potent that vodka could get.”
Aisha said nothing. She wasn’t speaking to him. She wasn’t going to make small talk with a man who’d just raped her. Even the thought of it, of that word—rape—it brought knots to her stomach. Had she been raped? Was that what had happened? Of course it was, why was she even questioning it? That was rape! They hadn’t hit her, they hadn’t beaten her, but they’d forced themselves on her. She’d been very clear. She’d told them to stop.
