No White Knight: A Dark Romance Page 2

  She refused to look him in the eye as he stood before her, raking his eyes up and down her body as if attempting to see through her clothing. Maybe if she didn’t look at him, he would somehow let her go. Maybe he would realize this was all some sort of mistake, and she wasn’t the one meant to be kidnapped. Maybe this day would not end in rape and death… if only she didn’t look him in the eye.

  “Where did you find her?”

  “By the lumberyard. Can I make her mine, Rune? She’s a pretty one.”

  “No way!” a man from the crowd called out. “I’m next in line for one. She’s mine.”

  “Shut up!” Rune shouted, causing Jessa to flinch. She hated showing fear, but hiding the fact that she was terrified was impossible. Her body shook, and her knees threatened to collapse at any minute. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to cry. “Decker hasn’t claimed anyone yet, and he is higher rank than you all.” Rune stopped examining Jessa’s body to look around. “Where the hell is he?”

  “He went out huntin’ this morning. He should be back by nightfall,” another man called out.

  “Fine. Take her and lock her up with the others. Decker gets first dibs, and if he doesn’t want her, then you all can fight over her.” Rune removed her gag and asked, “What’s your name?”

  “Fuck you!” Jessa spat.

  Rune smiled, placed the gag back in her mouth, and said, “Take Fuck you and lock her up with the other Fuck you and Go to hells. I’m sure she’ll like the chain around her neck, just like the other Fuck you does.” Several men laughed as they all turned and went back to whatever they were doing before her arrival.

  Jessa was led to a larger building that looked as if it had once served as either a mess hall or an activity room. The windows had bars on them and the one door of the entrance had several locks, as well as a man with a shotgun sitting on a chair in front of it. The guard pulled out a ring of keys and began unlocking the door. Moments later, a near punch to the back shoved Jessa into a dark room. It took her eyes several minutes to adjust to the darkness to make out what was around her. Huddled against the wall were five women, naked and chained like animals.

  “Take your clothes off,” the man who led her ordered. He unfastened her hands and removed her gag, tossing it to the floor.

  “Fuck you!” she screamed again in retort.

  The man reached for his belt and pulled it free from the loops. He doubled it over in his palm. “I’ll beat you until you do.” The look in his eye, and the way he tested the belt by hitting it against his hand, told Jessa he meant business. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her t-shirt above her head.

  “Thata girl. Keep it coming, and Daddy won’t have to whip that fine ass of yours.”

  She removed the rest of her clothes, trying not to pay attention to the man who looked as if he may very well come in his pants just by watching. She also didn’t look at the women in the corner, as if looking at the other kidnap victims made this nightmare all the more real. It wasn’t until he placed a heavy metal collar around her neck that she looked up from the ground. The man hooked a long chain to the collar, dragged her over to the other women, and secured her chain to a hook screwed into the floor.

  He then walked over to her clothes and picked them up, bringing her panties to his nose and taking a deep breath. “Mmm… a sweet one.”

  Jessa wanted to attack and gouge the bastard’s eyes out, but the thick metal around her neck reminded her that her mobility had been greatly compromised.

  “You ladies tell our new guest all the rules. If she gets a beating for breaking them, you all get a beating,” the man declared before turning around and leaving.

  Jessa fingered the collar, staring at the women who had all remained silent the entire time.

  “Where are we?” she asked. “Who are these people?”

  “Shh! Don’t talk so loud,” one of the girls whispered. “If we get too loud, the guard will come in and do whatever his evil mind is in the mood for.”

  “What do they want with us?” Jessa asked, in a whisper this time. “Why are we chained naked to the floor?” If they planned on raping and killing her, why hadn’t they done so by now? Why were these women and she being held captive like slaves?

  “To breed,” was the simple answer from a tinier girl with her knees pulled up to her chin. She had bruises along her thighs, and Jessa could see fingerprint marks on her upper arms. The busted lip she had still didn’t take away from her beauty, however.

  “Breed?” Jessa asked, taking in each of the women slowly.

  “Yes, for our blue eyes and blonde hair.”

  Jessa now noticed that all the women, including her, matched this description.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Jessa said, loud enough that several of the girls hushed her again. “Those men out there plan on breeding with us? As in trying to get us all pregnant?”

  They all nodded. “They do, and they have. There are others like us here. They’re already lucky enough to be owned.”

  Jessa’s head spun trying to make sense of and absorb what was being said. “Lucky enough to be owned?” Could she have heard that right? Had she stepped into a science fiction movie? Breeding? Owned?

  “If you aren’t owned, then you stay here chained up and fucked by all the men who aren’t high enough in the ranks yet. So when we do get pregnant, it can be from any of the twenty or so men that have fucked us. It doesn’t matter to them though. Just as long as more pure babies are made.”

  Pure babies? What the fuck were these women talking about?

  “If I were you,” the tiny, bruised girl spoke again, “I would focus on trying to be claimed by just one man for breeding. It’s the only way out of this dark room.”

  The other girls nodded in agreement.

  Jessa didn’t know what to say. She fingered the collar around her neck, hating how tight it felt each time she swallowed. She scanned the dark room for any signs of escape. The only light came from small slits in the window, but it was enough that Jessa could see there was only one way in, and one way out. Each window had metal bars running vertically. They were in a prison—chained by the neck in a dark, dank room waiting to be bred.

  “What if you refuse?” Even though Jessa asked the question, she already knew the answer.

  The women shook their heads, sighed, one even gave an evil chuckle. “There is no refusal,” one said sadly.

  “And whatever you do,” one woman added, “don’t tell them you are on any form of birth control. They take those women outside and put a bullet to the head and move on to the next woman to fuck.”

  Chills ran over Jessa’s body and she fought the urge to vomit. Maybe it would be best to lie and say she was on some sort of birth control, just so she could end this nightmare. What would be worse? Becoming some sort of sex slave breeding machine, or dying?

  “How many women are here?” Jessa asked.

  “A lot. We can hear their cries. Both during sex and during their labor. It’s maddening really. To know we will soon add to those screams.”

  “Is there no way out?”

  “Death,” was the blunt reply.

  Jessa sat in silence and closed her eyes. Maybe when she opened them, she would find this all to be an awful dream. Things like this didn’t happen in real life. There weren’t large groups of people who could be so evil. This wasn’t possible. It just wasn’t…

  Who were these women? Did they have families, someone at home missing them? How long had they been here?

  “There has got to be a way out,” Jessa said.

  “There isn’t. This compound is buried deep in the West Virginian hills. Even if you somehow got in the woods, they’d find you before you could find your way out.”

  “But all these people. They can’t all be bad. Surely there are some who will help us.”

  “No. The belief is strong. They live by it.”

  “Belief?” Jessa asked as she tested the chain and the collar around her neck to se
e if there was any chance of unlocking herself.

  “To take back the United States. These crazy people are preparing for war. They are the sickest white supremacists since Hitler.”

  “Then why do they feel they have to breed with us? How is that preparing for war?”

  Another girl who had remained silent up until now spoke up. “They are preparing for a new community of sorts. Building from scratch again. They don’t plan on doing this overnight. They’ve been here a long time, is what I heard.”

  Jessa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How has the government not found out about them if they have been doing this for so long? If they are kidnapping women, how haven’t they eventually been caught? Surely people are searching for us.”

  “They live off the grid. Many West Virginians do, and for the most part keep to themselves. My guess is the government has no idea.”

  “So we have no hope? Is that what you are all saying?” Jessa looked at each one of the women who not only were physically abused, but were emotionally beaten. “We just sit here chained to the floor in a dark room waiting to be fucked? Have you all accepted that as your fate?”

  None of the women said a word this time, but their silence was answer enough.

  Chapter 3

  Jessa must have dozed off. The light from the door opening woke her as heavy boots entered the room.

  “Come on, new girl. Time we take you to meet Decker. You better be a good little girl and fuck him real good so he claims you. Otherwise, there are about ten new recruits just itching to get their newbie cocks wet with your juices,” the same man who’d brought her in said. He glanced down in disgust at the other women cowering in the corner of the room. “They’ve already had a taste of these pussies and would love some fresh meat.” He reached down, unclasped her chain from the floor, and yanked her up to a standing position. “Walk!”

  She followed his command, looking down at the women who all looked up at her with fear in their eyes. Were they scared for Jessa or for themselves? Her bare feet padded across the rocky path, and her captor didn’t slow down in the slightest so that she could take her time avoiding the larger, more jagged rocks. If anything, he seemed to walk faster every time she struggled or stumbled at all. She hated this man and would try to kill him the first minute she could. She glanced down at the chain he held as he led her like an animal and wondered if she could grab it and wrap it around his neck and strangle him with it. Sure, he had several feet on her and about a hundred more pounds of mostly muscle, but maybe if she caught him off guard…

  “Come on,” he said with a tug of the chain, bringing her back to reality. Her super hero days came crashing down, and she swallowed back the fear as she was led up the stairs of a cabin much smaller than the one she came from.

  Walking over the threshold, her escort pushed her down to her knees with much more force than was absolutely needed. She looked up with vengeance coursing through her as she stared at a roomful of men, many she recognized as being the same faces from when she first arrived.

  It was Rune who spoke first. “She’s the new one that came in today. I saved her for you. I said she was Decker’s if he wanted her. You can thank me later.” His comment was directed at a man who stood in the center of the room with his arms across his chest. Jessa could see tattoos on his arms, but couldn’t make out what they were. He too wore fatigues, but he actually did appear more soldier-like than the rest of the men. Although rugged in appearance, he did at least seem to have bathed recently. His sandy-blond hair—although disheveled— didn’t nearly have the greasy look that Rune’s did.

  But it was Rune who approached her first. A slap across the face, a grip of her hair, Rune had her. She was no different from the rest. A fuck. A girl to take. One to breed with. Rune would have her, just as he had the other women in the camp. Did it make a difference? Was there any difference in the darkness that took her body?

  Yes. Rune took. Rune wanted her for one purpose—to fuck, to breed, to spew his power all over her body. But over his shoulder, she watched Decker… he wanted more. She couldn’t quite explain it, but he didn’t just look at her, he seemed to observe her. Though both were dark motherfuckers, Decker seemed to want more. She could see that in his eyes, she could feel it in his stare, and she could almost sense his need to claim her as his own.

  “She’s mine. I want her,” Decker declared in a booming voice.

  Rune released her hair, took a few steps back, and laughed. “I figured you would.”

  Decker walked toward her, a spell of slow motion being cast. One step. Two. His blue eyes turned a darker shade of gray with every step forward. His jaw clenched as if her very presence angered him. Yes, he appeared angry with her. As if she had done something wrong. Why were his eyes turning black, when she remembered so clearly that they once were blue? His face, that although had rigid lines before, now looked so chiseled, he reminded her of stone. He postured himself like a cougar. A cougar stalking for the kill. Dark, forbidding, shadowed in lustful strength. His hunt would end in the claiming of her body whether she agreed or not. He never said a word. Never once said her name. It was all in his eyes. The command. The order to give her body to him or else. There was no choice. There was no asking. Fuck him or be fucked. That was her choice.

  “Her name is Fuck you,” Rune added with a laugh, joined in by the rest of the men in the room.

  An eyebrow rose on Decker’s face as if this amused him. “Fuck you, heh?” He squatted down before her and reached for her chin. Holding it firmly, he forced Jessa’s face up so she had no choice but to stare into his eyes. “Well, Fuck you, I hope your actions do not match your mouth. You may talk a big game, but I don’t play with scared little girls trying to hide what they really fear. You are afraid—I can smell it on you.” He took a deep breath to accentuate his point. And with an evil smile, he added, “I can smell your terror.” He reached for her collar and released her from her constraint, tossing the metal to the ground. The weight leaving her body felt like a hundred pounds, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the simple gesture of kindness.

  He paused, waiting for a response. Possibly waiting for her tears, her pleas for mercy, but she would not give him the pleasure. Jessa would not fuel his evil by feeding his strength with her weakness. She would give him nothing.

  Decker moved his face even closer. So close that his lips almost touched hers. “I will tell you this one time, and one time only. You will obey me. You will submit to me. You will fear me every fucking moment you are alive. And you will fuck me. You have no choice in this matter. You have no voice. It is I who decides your fate. Do you understand?”

  Jessa gave a small smile before she gathered the saliva in her mouth into a nice little ball of spit and spat it directly into his eye. “Fuck off!”

  Decker recoiled and wiped the bubbling white fluid off his face as fury blanketed his entire expression. The demon emerged right before her eyes. Lucifer himself was being born in front of her. Decker had become the devil.

  His hand reached out and grabbed her by the neck, instantly restricting all air. The men in the room all yelled out:

  “Kill the bitch!”

  “Beat the shit out of her!”

  “Teach the cunt a lesson she won’t soon forget!”

  Call after call from all the devil’s spawn. She truly sat in hell. Naked, vulnerable, and strangled by a man’s single hand to the throat. She would die in hell. The devil would kill her. This was her fate.

  Decker threw her body back and straddled her with his hand still firmly gripping her neck. “Oh, little girl, that was not a wise choice. Looks like I am going to have to teach what is mine a lesson.” He began unbuttoning his pants with his free hand, never taking his Satan eyes off hers. His hand loosened around her neck just as darkness threatened to take over.

  Gasping, she decided to use the precious air he granted her to scream, “You fucking bastard! Get off of me now!” There was no stopping the man, this m
uch she knew. But she would not just lie there and take it like some subdued slave. She may be a captured sex slave, but her soul had not been beaten. She would not be taken without a fight. “I will fucking rip your cock off, motherfucker!”

  His silent response was flipping her over and slapping her ass hard. The sound echoed in the room, followed by hoots and hollers of the spectators all around. He then straddled her body, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and lowered his face to her ear. “Shut your filthy mouth if you know what is good for you,” he growled.

  “Fuck you,” she spat.

  He rewarded her behavior with another hard spank to her ass and then another. He leaned down and whispered in her ear so only she could hear, “Stop! Stop your resistance now or you give me no choice.”

  Jessa bucked her torso up as much as she could, hopeful that she could somehow get his large frame off her body. The effort was almost comical on her part, since she couldn’t even budge his weight in the slightest.

  “Yeah! Spank her naughty ass, Decker. Spank her and then fuck her hard. Make her call out ‘Daddy’, begging for forgiveness,” Rune shouted from the crowd of excited men. Each of them found pleasure in this display of dominance by Decker.

  Fuck them all to hell!

  “Yes, that is exactly what this bitch of mine needs,” Decker agreed as he got off her and looped his finger around a chunk of her hair. As if she were a rag doll, he yanked her to a standing position and led her to the bed that sat on full display in the very back of the room. He pushed her body so she was bent over the edge, face down on a rough green blanket. The smell of dust and years of exposure filled her nostrils. “Let’s teach this ass of yours what your fucking master expects from you,” Decker said, right before he began raining down spank after spank onto her upturned bottom.

  It didn’t take long for her flesh to explode into an inferno of pain. With each crack of his palm, shouts of celebration came from the men viewing her punishment:

  “Harder!”