Chapter Thirteen: Jenny

Chapter Thirteen
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Jenny



I couldn't really explain it, but in a way, it messed with me seeing Xander kissing Meg. He was my boyfriend and, even though I never told him, I loved him like crazy. I knew that I wanted to spend my life with Xander and, yes, I asked him to have a threesome with me and Meg, but I never thought I would feel self-conscious about seeing Xander kiss someone else, even if it was a part of the deal.

It was a threesome. It was sex. Kissing happened. Hell, I kissed Meg in front of Xander, and he didn't seem bothered.

It was just me, and I had no right to be upset, so I left the room.

I could hear the loud banging and moaning from downstairs. They were still going at it. They probably didn't even notice me leave, not that I expected them to.

This was all on me.

I wanted to do this with Xander and Meg. Meg and I always talked about trying a three-way again, and then she told me how Xander had been watching her. It seemed perfect. There was an equal attraction all around.

It was incredible, way better than the only other time we did that, and the whole time, Xander had Meg's face shoved in my pussy, he was looking at me with lust and desire sparkling in his eyes. It was almost like he was imagining Meg was also me.

A big part of me wanted to do it again, the three of us fucking, but a small part of me was nervous to see Xander kissing Meg again. Maybe I needed to explain to them my issue, and we could work it out together. Yeah, that sounded right.

The banging stopped, so I figured they finished. I strolled into the kitchen with heavy feet, worrying about talking to Xander and Meg about this. I always loved Liam's kitchen. Sparkling white tile floors, marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, and an incredible deep, single-sided sink. I would walk in there and sometimes I would hear my mom's voice in the back of my head saying how this was a real kitchen. God I missed her. That was probably why the kitchen filled me with nostalgia. It reminded me of my mom.

I grabbed three glasses of water and turned to take them upstairs when a dark figure appeared, his hand grasping my throat. It squeezed tight around my windpipe, and my oxygen was cut off. My lungs were ablaze, and my head was fogging up, but I fought. I kicked and punched with all the strength I had.

I almost gave up in shock when my vision cleared, and I recognized the face of the person before me. It was James Schmidt, Buddy's son, the same guy I gave my virginity to. He was wearing Stallion colors, and he had bulked up since I had last seen him. A black bandanna covered his short light blonde hair, his brown eyes seemed aged, and he had some scruff on his face.

I fought harder, and he loosened his grip on my neck. I struggled to wheeze, as he put his pointer finger to his lips, shushing me.

"James?" I mouthed, and he nodded before leaning into my ear.

"It's not safe. You need to go. Crack is here. Quick, slip out the back door," he ordered, and I stared at him amazed.

"Here? How?"

"It doesn't matter. You need to go, or you're dead."

"But my boyfriend and Meg are upstairs. I can't leave them."

"They'll be fine. Just go," James pressed and disappeared around the corner. "I don't think she's here," he said, and I looked around frantically. Sure, I could slip out the back door, but they would hear it. The back door was incredibly loud. The front door was silent though. If I could sneak over there, I could get out undetected, and I could warn Xander.

"Let's check upstairs." I heard one of the men say, and I panicked. If they went upstairs, they would find Meg and Xander. Xander didn't have his gun. I knew it was in his jacket at the table. Plus, if they saw Meg, she would be dead. She was club property and left. I had to protect them at all costs.

I couldn't leave. If I could get to Xander's gun, I had a shot of saving them. I tip-toed over to the kitchen table, and I accidentally kicked the table leg.

There was no way they didn't hear that.

I heard running, and I raced around the table, shuffling around his pockets. I felt the cool metal of his gun and went to grab it when I was yanked back.

"There you are, sweetheart." Brick. I recognized that voice. He was one of Crack's right-hand men. Panic filled me.

"Let me go!" I screamed and kicked him but suddenly, I was punched in the gut. My muscles were on fire and my body was screaming to collapse. "Stop it!" Then, I saw Crack standing there, a smug look on his face.

"We've got you now, Jennifer," he sneered with delight, and I nearly vomited.

"XANDER!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, fighting against Brick's tight grip. Then, we heard the loud, heavy footsteps upstairs. "Run!" I started to scream, but Brick slammed his hand over my mouth.

"Crack, there are people upstairs. We don't know how many. We have to get out of here." James panicked, and Crack nodded.

"Take her to the van. We will deal with this whore at the warehouse." I fought hard against Brick, but he was called that for a reason. He was a bodybuilder, and his muscles were tough as bricks.

"Jenny!" I heard Xander and looked up at the top of the stairs, as I was being dragged towards the door. I bit Brick as hard as I could, and he hissed before pulling his hand away.

"Help me! Help, please!" I screamed at Xander, and then he disappeared from my field of vision. I knew this was his worst nightmare come to life. He knew what would happen if Crack found me, and I was being dragged away by men in Black Stallions vests that Xander had no way of knowing. I'm sure he put the pieces together.

"We've got a big welcome home party ready for you, Jen. Everyone is eagerly waiting to see you." I screamed out loud, as Brick tossed me into the van. I looked up and saw Xander running towards me.

"Xander!" They slammed the door closed, darkness surrounding me, and I cried, "I love you!" I never got to tell him how I felt. I was too fucking scared that he would reject me, but now I would never get to.

The van was musty. It smelled like dander, sweat, and blood. I touched the soaked carpet under me and lifted my hand. It was blood. My eyes trailed along the floor, looking for the source of the carnage, and I found it.

"Domino?" The San Jose Treasurer was lying on the floor, broken and bleeding. I crawled over to him as the van bounced around the streets. He was breathing raggedly and his body was trembling. "Domino, oh, god." How did they find him? Was he how they found me?

"Jenny," he wheezed as I squeezed his hand. Domino was a sweet guy. He was the kind of guy who could make everyone smile and laugh, and he was loyal to a fault. At least I thought he was. "I tried," Domino groaned as blood trickled past his lips.

"You tried what?" I asked worried.

"I saw them at the....bar....with Laura.....She betrayed us all....I tried to stop them from....finding you, but I....failed." He coughed painfully and I soothingly stroked his hair. Laura? Of all people, she was the one who ratted me out? Why?

"You didn't fail, Domino. You stayed loyal to me and to Gunner. Loyal, respect, and family is what being a Black Stallion is all about and you are all of that and more. I'm proud of you, Domino." My own voice started cracking. This whole situation was reminding me of when my dad died and all I wanted to do was save Domino. "Just hold on, okay? Gunner will be coming for us, and we will get you all patched up. Save your energy, okay?" Domino slowly nodded and I continued the soothing circles on his soft hair.

The clock was ticking on mine and Domino's life. I had maybe a few hours before I was dead like my mom, like my dad.

At least Xander and Meg were safe.


*****


I was yanked from the van by Brick and let out a loud scream, hoping someone might hear me. The place was deserted, but there was the smallest chance that someone could call for help and save my life.

"Shut up." Brick threw his hand over my mouth and tossed me on his shoulder. I kicked and screamed and fought the rope tied around my wrists.

I dug my teeth into Brick's hand, drawing blood, and he groaned loudly. Suddenly, he threw my body against the wall of a warehouse we arrived at. My arms and legs hurt worse than they ever had.

"Not so rough, Brick. I've got plans for her," Crack snickered, evilly, and I whimpered from the ground. I couldn't move.

"Yes, boss." I looked over to Crack and growled.

"You're an asshole. I'm supposed to be your family," I stated and slowly turned onto my side. All of a sudden, twenty guys came out of the warehouse and blocked me in.

"Sorry, sweetheart. The club above all else. You understand, right?" He wasn't the slightest bit sorry. I could feel the arrogance radiating from him, and I groaned.

"You're no longer a princess, Doll," Brick said, with a grin on his face.

"So what's your plan for me? Huh? Rape me and beat me to death?"

"Well, Yes and no. We need some information from you," Crack said, as Brick grabbed me by my arms and dragged me into the warehouse. The door was left wide open like they thought they were untouchable for whatever they had planned for me.

Aged, wooden crates scattered around the cement floor, dust discoloring the ground. It was pretty bare.

"Recognize this, sweetheart?" I looked up and saw it, the wood workbench, dusty, dirty, evil. That was what they had me pinned to when they tried to gang-rape me.

I instantly knew the first step of their plan. They wanted to break me, destroy my spirit, but I wouldn't let them. The sooner I did that, the sooner I would be dead. The only fighting chance I had was to hang on and defy their desires.

"Yup. Are you planning to make an orgy out of this, Crack? I am so shocked," I huffed sarcastically, and I didn't fight. There was no point. Could I escape five men? Sure, no problem. Could I escape twenty-five Stallions? Fuck no. I knew that.

I had to wait it out and hope and pray that Xander would find me.

"Am I that predictable?"

"Definitely. Bring it on." I didn't show fear or anxiety. I could survive this. I was one tough motherfucker. They would not break me.

Brick pulled me over to the workbench and forced me to straddle it while he bound my hands together with rusty, old chains. Well, that was a new feature to this show.

"You updated it? I'm impressed. Did you learn from last time?" I asked, though I didn't care.

"Glad I could impress you." Crack grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "Don't get confused. This isn't meant to be pleasurable, but we will make you like it and hate that you like it."

"Good." He looked at me surprised. "I spent most of my teenage years hanging out with Meg. Who doesn't love a good gang bang?" He looked pissed from that. Good. He needed to be pissed. If he was happy, I wasn't doing my job right.

I felt someone rip my dress straight down the middle, leaving me as naked as the day I was born.

"You get the honors of going first, Brick." Crack's voice boomed, then he walked away. Another guy came up in front of me, someone I actually didn't recognize. He was good-looking, sure, and he dropped his pants, stroking his hard dick.

"Bite it, and I'll put a bullet between your eyes, bitch." He grabbed my head and shoved his dick in my mouth.

I didn't bite him. I was smart. I knew the best way to live the longest in the situation was to perform well. I had to embrace my inner Meg.

Using my chained hands, I pumped his base while sucking him good. He groaned and stopped thrusting at my face.

"Holy Fuck. That's a good slut," he said, and I didn't let myself be offended.

I expected to feel someone shove their dick inside me. That was the point of this, right? What shocked me was I felt someone's mouth on my pussy. I honestly didn't want to enjoy it. A big part of me was disgusted, but I had to push that away. Whoever it was, probably Brick, had a talented tongue, and my clit was tingling.

I whimpered on the cock in my mouth, as someone spanked my ass. I looked up at him, and his eyes were foggy.

"Take it in your throat," he demanded, and my pussy started clenching from the way my pussy was being licked. I moaned and groaned, as I took that cock into my throat, gulping around him, continuously. "Damn it. Brick, can I Fuck her now?" the guy asked, and the mouth left my pussy.

"I think she's enjoying my mouth, man. The boss left. We can do whatever we want with her. You know his orders. Make her orgasm relentlessly. I think she likes your dick anyway. What do you say, sweetheart?" Brick said, before going back to sucking and licking at my pussy. I whimpered, and the man in front of me pulled my mouth back.

"Oh, my god. I'm going to come." I admitted though a part of me wanted to deny it. The man in front of me took a step back, as someone slapped my ass, and I whimpered repeatedly, my pussy tightening. "Yes, yes, yes." Then, three fingers entered my pussy, and I screamed, my orgasm igniting.

This was wrong. I shouldn't like it and a huge part of me didn't, but I couldn't let myself show it.

"Mmm, so tasty, baby." Brick sucked up my orgasm before he moved away. I glanced behind me, and the man who had his dick in my mouth a minute before, got up behind me, stroking his dick. "Go ahead, kid. I'm a patient man." I saw Brick working on his belt, as he walked around to my face.

I felt the guy enter me, and I cried out. Then Brick came in front of me and forced his cock in my mouth.

On the outside, I was begging and pleading and orgasming like crazy. On the inside, I was crying, hoping it would stop. To stop myself from crying, I pictured Xander. I saw him holding me to him while he kissed my forehead, rubbing his hand down my back. I was already missing him.

My body kept responding through all the men who jumped between my mouth and fucking my pussy.

Only two guys didn't join in. Crack and James. James watched the whole thing but I could tell from his face that he wanted to vomit from what they did to me.