by Abby Weeks
Aisha gasped in surprise. Heath was there! What would he say? What would happen now?
“Bring the man up here,” Harry said.
Aisha was embarrassed and ashamed when she saw Heath coming up to the front of the crowd. Chopper was with him, and Aisha assumed they’d been on the same helicopter surveillance detail.
“This is my woman,” Heath said as he came to the front of the crowd. “I want you all to know that. I’m the one who brought her up here. I’m the one who convinced her to come.”
The men were all patting Heath on the back, offering him support and encouragement.
“I brought her,” Heath said again. “If anyone asks, make sure I get the credit.”
Some of the men cheered for Heath. Despite the vicious scars on his face, Aisha was sure she’d never seen him so happy. He was wearing white snow pants and boots, a company-issued parka, and had a rifle slung over his shoulder. He looked like the real deal, a man whose job was to shoot dangerous wolves from a helicopter. Even the scars on his face seemed to suit his new job.
“How’d you get her to follow you all the way up here?” Harry said.
Heath laughed. “You’ll never believe it,” he said.
The men all laughed with Heath. Aisha didn’t know what the joke was, but she was pretty sure it was at her expense.
“She fell for the oldest trick in the book,” Heath said. “I proposed to her!”
*
Chapter 13
AISHA WAS IN COMPLETE SHOCK. As soon as the words left Heath’s lips, she felt as if she’d been struck across the face. After all she’d done for him, after the four years of loyalty and love she’d tried to offer him, this was the way he was repaying her. She couldn’t believe it.
“Heath,” she said, her heart pounding.
“What, Aisha?”
She didn’t know what to say to him. She couldn’t find the words. She’d always known he didn’t really love her. She knew he was cruel to her. And she was even beginning to realize that she didn’t love him either. If she was honest, she’d already started looking for a way out of her relationship with him, but she couldn’t understand why he always had to make everything so ugly and nasty.
“Are you saying you didn’t mean it?”
“Mean what?” Heath said, laughing some more. Not all of the men were laughing with him, they weren’t all as mean-spirited as he was, but enough of them were that Aisha felt extremely vulnerable. She felt like she was facing down the entire gang, not just Heath.
“When you proposed to me?” she said.
Heath laughed some more. “It’s not my fault you’re so desperate,” he said. “It’s not my fault you’re so hungry for love you’d believe anything.”
“I didn’t believe anything. I believed you when you said you wanted to marry me.”
Heath turned to face the crowd. Aisha didn’t know if she was relieved that her engagement to Heath was being called off, or if she was upset about the way he was speaking to her. The mix of emotions was bewildering.
“This is the way I proposed to her,” Heath said. “I bought her a size zero wedding dress, and I told her that when she could fit into it, I’d marry her.”
Some of the coarser men in the crowd laughed at that. They thought it was hilarious. Aisha would have liked to point out that Heath hadn’t even bought the dress. He’d been too cheap.
Heath pulled Aisha toward him. He did it so forcefully that she fell forward into him. She expected one of the men to say something about it, but then she realized where she was. In Dead Wolf apparently, men were allowed to manhandle their women like this.
“Look at this,” Heath said, and with his two strong hands he grabbed the neck of her dress and pulled it apart. The delicate fabric of the dress tore apart, right down the middle, revealing Aisha’s chest and stomach to the entire crowd of men. There was a cheer from the crowd.
Aisha’s eyes darted around at the faces, desperately looking for one that was man enough to stand up for her. She looked at Harry, at Chopper, but there was no help in their eyes. There wasn’t even compassion. To them, this was the way women were supposed to be treated. Aisha didn’t even know where Hilda and Tilly had disappeared to. There was no one she could turn to.
Heath and some of the other men in the crowd grabbed her dress and yanked it off her, tearing it into two pieces. Aisha felt as if she was being ravaged by a pack of wolves. She covered her breasts and panties with her hands and tried to shield herself from the prying eyes of the men. They looked like hungry dogs, every one of them.
“That’s it,” someone called out.
“She said she was ready to embrace our customs,” another man said.
“Is that true?” Heath said, acting like the ringleader of a circus, like Aisha was his prize pony who was going to perform the tricks for his audience.
“It’s true,” someone shouted, “just ask Harry.”
Heath turned to Harry. “Did she say that? Did she say she wanted to embrace our ways?”
Harry nodded. “Aye, she said it. She said she’d do her best.”
“Well, this slut’s been doing her best ever since she left Washington,” Heath said. “Even on the ship, she was riding me and Hunter like a professional whore. We were both in her at the same time, and she was writhing on our cocks like a showgirl.”
The men all cheered again. They were enjoying the show. With every new development, Aisha could feel them growing more excited. It was a classic pack mentality. With each stage in her humiliation, they grew hungrier for what was coming. They wanted to see everything happen to her. They wanted to see her being ravaged. They were getting hornier and more excited as Heath tried to humiliate her. What had started out as a goodhearted welcome to the town was turning now into something very difficult.
“Go on,” Heath said to her. “Show the men what you’ve got. You’re their woman now. You’re a part of the community, and everyone in this community has a role to play. Everyone has to have something to offer. Show them what you’ve got to offer.”
“Yes,” one of the men cried out, “show us.”
Aisha looked at him. She didn’t recognize the man, but if she’d seen him on the street in Seattle, she’d have thought he looked like a perfectly normal man. Now he was calling at her to take off her underwear. It made her think of the animal that lived inside every man, the animal that made them essentially unpredictable in situations like this.
“Take it off,” Heath said.
Aisha looked at him pleadingly. It pained her to look into his disfigured face—he was no longer the man she’d known before, but she still believed there must be some mercy, some compassion in his heart.
He drew back his hand and struck her across the face, the sting of his slap rushing through her like a shockwave.
Aisha cried out. Her eyes watered with tears. Her cheek stung with pain. She looked up at the crowd. Surely one of these men would step in now and protect her. Surely they weren’t going to allow this display of abuse right in front of their eyes. They’d just welcomed her to their town after all. She’d seen the ability in them to be kind and warm.
“Won’t one of you help me?” she cried to them. “Isn’t there one of you here who’s man enough to stand up for me?”
She glared at them, pleading with her eyes for help, but there wasn’t a single man among them who would step forward. She noticed that a few of the men left the crowd. She wondered if that meant they didn’t like what was about to happen. Most of the men stayed however, including Harry, Chopper, and everyone else she recognized from serving at the bar during the past week. It seemed for the majority of men here, this was a completely acceptable way to treat a woman.
“Come on,” Heath said to her. “Take off the bra.”
“Do it,” some of the men repeated.
Aisha looked around at them desperately.
“Do it,” the men repeated.
She was terrified. Anything could happen when a gang of man l
ike this crowded around a woman. She knew that.
*
Chapter 14
ONE OF THE MEN GRABBED AISHA by the arm and pulled her toward him. He opened the clasp at the back of her bra and let it fall to the ground. There was an eruption of cheering from the crowd as her ample breasts were revealed to their hungry eyes.
“Yum,” one of the men shouted.
“Mommy,” another shouted.
“Who brought you this?” Heath called out to the crowd. “Who brought you this treat?”
“You did, Heath,” the men cried, slapping him on the back. “You’re the man.”
Heath was loving this. Aisha would never understand what it was about Heath that made him enjoy sharing her with other men more than he enjoyed having her to himself. Surely that wasn’t normal.
“Show them what you’ve got,” Heath said.
Aisha looked at the men. Heath pulled her into the center of the crowd. The men were licking their lips, staring at her breasts and nipples as if they’d never seen anything like them in their entire lives.
“Those are great,” Harry said. “I’d give anything to have a taste.”
“Taste her,” Heath said.
Harry looked around at the men in the crowd. “What do you think, boys? Should I have a taste?”
“If you don’t, I will,” Chopper said.
Aisha couldn’t believe what was happening. Harry stepped toward her and took her hands in his. “I bet you regret coming to our little town now,” he said.
Aisha looked at him. Was he apologizing? She couldn’t tell.
“Put your arms above your head,” he said.
“What?” she said.
Harry took her hands and crossed them behind her head, as if she was modeling her breasts for a naughty magazine.
“Now smile,” he said.
Aisha didn’t know what to do. What choice did she have? These were the men she’d be depending on for as long as she lived in Dead Wolf. This was the life she’d gotten herself into.
She smiled, thinly.
Harry bent down and opened his mouth and took her left nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently. He moaned as he sucked on her, and the entire crowd of men erupted in cries of joy. These men were ravenous. The man next to Harry reminded her to smile. She looked at him. It was Chopper.
“I told you it would end up like this,” he said and leaned down and took her other nipple into his mouth. Aisha felt like a whore, her hands behind her head, each of her nipples in the mouth of a different man. The men were getting into a frenzy at this point. As Harry and Chopper continued sucking her nipples, she looked down and realized that some other men were pulling down her panties. There was nothing she could do about it. The men pulled them down to her ankles and lifted her feet, one at a time, to get her to step out of them.
Harry stopped sucking on her nipple, but another man immediately took his place. The same thing happened when Chopper was finished. The man behind him stepped forward and took her in his mouth and sucked gently. As they sucked her nipples, they groped her thighs and ass, and some of the men even rubbed their hands against the lips of her bare vagina.
There were so many hands on her, so many eyes, that Aisha was completely overcome by it. She wanted to run out of the room, but there was no way she’d be able to push through the throng of men. They began to pass her around the circle, moving her from one man to the next, allowing each man a turn to suck her nipples and grope her butt and pussy with his coarse hands.
Aisha allowed herself to become numb to what was happening. She’d never been naked in front of so many men at once before. She’d never been touched by so many men before. This was beyond anything she could have imagined happening to her. It was more humiliating even than the way Heath and Hunter had used her back on the ship. It pushed new limits in her understanding of what the men of this region would do to a woman. She saw that they’d stop at nothing. They saw women as little more than creatures of pleasure, something to be used to satisfy the hungers of the men as they went about their work.
“Get her up onto a table,” one of the men called out.
Aisha looked around the group of men. Chopper stepped forward. He bent down and lifted Aisha up over his shoulder.
She cried out as he swooped her up. He carried her like that and placed her on one of the bar tables.
“Stand up, sweetie,” he said. “Let the men get a good look at you.”
Aisha rose slowly to her feet. She was covering her breasts and pussy with her hands, but she couldn’t cover them completely enough. She was still naked. Her ass was completely on display. She was mortified. What if they thought she looked ugly? That was what Heath always said of her. Although something told her that these men found her a lot more appealing than Heath ever had.
“Why don’t you bend over,” Chopper said.
Aisha felt like a stripper up on the stage, bending over and reaching for her ankles while the crowd of men stared at her exposed ass and vagina.
“God that looks delicious,” one of the men said.
“She’s an angel,” another of the men said.
“Now get on your hands and knees.”
She did as she was told and got down onto her hands and knees. The men reached out and stroked her ass, running their fingers inside her crack, making sure they touched the lips of her pussy. Every man in the crowd was enthralled by her.
There was a small commotion at the back of the crowd and Aisha realized that someone new was making his way toward the front. Her heart beat as she wondered who it was going to be. When she saw Hunter’s face, she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. Would he help her? Would he get her out of this situation? How was she to know?
“Oh my God,” Hunter said, laughing to himself.
Aisha didn’t know what journey he’d just returned from but he couldn’t have gone all the way back to Washington in the time he’d been gone.
“What the hell have they got you doing?” Hunter said to Aisha, making his way to the very front of the crowd.
“She’s showing us that she’s ready to become a productive, valuable member of our little community,” Chopper said.
“I like it,” Hunter said. “You fellas wouldn’t believe the sweet, innocent girl I first found back in Washington. This girl looked like she hadn’t seen more than one or two cocks in her entire life. She was as innocent as could be.”
The men all laughed.
“Now look at her. It’s always the same with this place. You get a woman up here and within days she’s learning the ropes!”
The men laughed, some of them spanking Aisha lightly on the ass. Others were stroking her breasts, her belly, her pussy. There were so many hands on her that she didn’t know where to look. It was like being in water, surrounded by a shoal of fish. She just gave up to the sensation of the hands running over her skin. There was nothing she could do about them.
*
Chapter 15
HUNTER CLIMBED UP ONTO THE TABLE.
“Gentlemen,” he cried out. “I would like to propose a toast.”
The men cheered.
Hunter reached down and took Aisha’s hand and she rose up to stand next to him.
“I knew it the moment I first set eyes on her,” Hunter said, “but there’s something about this girl that’s different. She stands out. I don’t know what it is. It was hard to see when we were down in the south, but now that she’s up here, I see that it’s been growing by the day. I can’t put my finger on it just yet. All I can say is that this is the most desirable, delectable, delicious female we’ve had in these parts for a long time, and we’re all going to get a lot of pleasure from her. I can feel it already. I think she’s strong enough to look after a lot of men. She’s not one of those scrawny, bony women that are in fashion back in the cities. This woman has all the features that we know are most important in a woman. She has delicious flesh, ample bosoms, good childbearing hips that are capable of supporting
life. And that’s what we need in these parts. We need life. We need strong, lusty women who aren’t afraid to give us what all men crave.”
As the men cheered, Hunter got down on his knees and grabbed Aisha by the hips. He pulled her toward him. The men went wild with their cheering. Aisha stepped forward and Hunter planted his face on her pussy. She had to hold onto him to avoid falling backward. She held Hunter’s head and felt his mouth open on the soft, sensitive folds of her clitoris and begin sucking.
“Stop it,” Aisha cried, finding her voice amidst the chaos of the crowd. “Stop it.”
But Hunter didn’t stop. He sucked on her clitoris, his mouth wet and hot on her skin, his tongue lapping her like a dog.
“Make her nice and wet,” one of the men said.
“Make her come,” another said. “I want to see what her face looks like when she comes.”
“No,” Aisha said.
She tried to step away from Hunter, but it was impossible. He was holding her as he sucked on her clit, and there were so many other men around her that escape was really impossible.
“Let’s play a game,” Heath said. “I’ll give a hundred dollars to the man who can bring her to climax with his tongue.”
The men all laughed. One of them rushed forward from the crowd and climbed up onto the table behind her.
“I’ll take that bet,” he said, and then pressed his weathered, rugged face against Aisha’s ass.
She was mortified. He began licking her anus, trying to push his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle. Hunter made way for someone else to try sucking her clit. She didn’t recognize the man who stepped forward from the crowd as the other men cheered and egged him on. He climbed up onto the table and nodded at Aisha before moving his head to her cunt. His tongue reached the lips of her vagina and he began licking them, sliding his tongue into the slit of her pussy and flicking it back and forth in a very arousing way. Another man stepped forward and stood above the man at her pussy. Aisha saw that it was Harry.
“How can you do this to me?” she said. “You have no idea how humiliating this is.”
