Invidious Betrayal (3 page)

Aria frowned. “What?”

“Yeah, see I have a surprise for you and if you see where we’re going, it’ll be ruined,” Gail pouted. Then she raised an eyebrow when Aria didn’t respond. “Haven’t you had a kickass time tonight?” When Aria nodded in agreement Gail added, “Then trust me. It gets even better.”

Aria watched as Gail produced a black slip of fabric. It seemed to have just popped into Gail’s hand as she guided the car to the side of the road, then motioned for Aria to turn around. An uneasy feeling pricked at Aria’s nerves, but she turned and allowed Gail to tie the blindfold around her eyes. The soft material was impossible to see through and though the idea of not being able to see anything was scary, it also excited Aria.

The car jerked forward, alerting Aria that they had pulled back onto the road. Twenty minutes of feeling the car jerk, twist, and turn with the blindfold encasing her in darkness was enough to drive Aria crazy, but she had gotten too excited to complain. When the car finally stopped, her excitement increased. Gail helped her out of her seat and led her up a few stairs and over a threshold. Aria could hear loud music and the mumble-jumble of lots of voices, but she distinctly heard a woman offer them a drink. She shook her head, but a few seconds later something that smelled like champagne was pressed to her lips.

“I have it,” Aria said, taking hold of the glass and pulling it to her lips, intending to sip a tiny bit before giving the glass back.

“Woo, take it to the head, birthday girl!” Gail cheered, tipping the glass and causing Aria to swallow the champagne with a gulp, choking a bit before catching her breath. Before Aria could protest, Gail said “Wait right here while I prepare your surprise. And noooo peeking,” Gail warned as her hand dropped from Aria’s arm.

The need to pull off the blindfold was hard to ignore, but Aria didn’t want to ruin her surprise, so she waited. And waited some more. Just when she’d decided she wouldn’t wait another second, someone grabbed hold of her arm. She yelped, a bit on edge but calmed when she heard a familiar voice in her ear.

“This is where it gets exciting,” Gail said.

“Ouch,” Aria gasped, as she tried to lift her hand to rub her upper arm that now stung, “what the heck Gail! Let go of my arm.”

“Sorry babe,” Gail sang, “I scratched you with my ring. Don’t touch it or it will get dirty.”

Didn’t feel like a scratch to me
, Aria thought. She heard a few hushed whispers, then Gail told her that they were coming to a flight of stairs. Aria lifted her right foot, but she became a little dizzy and missed the first step.

“Wow,” Gail giggled, “it was just champagne, lightweight.”

Yeah, she was a lightweight. Aria drank champagne and wine on special occasions but not enough that it had a significant effect on her. Despite her inexperience with alcohol she was surprised that she felt so uncoordinated so soon after drinking that tiny bit of champagne.
I’m a lightweight virgin
, she thought with a giggle. She laughed again to herself about the word “virgin” then focused on her weak spaghetti-feeling limbs. Her head spun and her legs didn’t seem to work when she tried lifting them.

“I don’t feel good,” Aria moaned in a voice that sounded vacant to her ears.

“You’ll be fine.” Gail laughed. “You’ll be just fine, princess,” Gail said, in a strange tone as she dropped Aria’s hand again. “I brought you the girl, so pay me.”

Why did Gail sound like she was far away and what was she talking about
?

Aria held her hands out, feeling for her friend. “Gail...,” she mumbled and then stumbled forward. But as soon as her hands and knees hit the floor, someone grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. She had no idea which way was up or down, her knees stung, and the strong scent of men’s cologne filled her nose. “Gail?”—her voice quaked with fear.

“Gail’s gone, baby,” a husky male voice said close to her ear. “We’re going to have us some fun now.”

Aria suddenly felt off centered, as if she were floating, then she felt softness beneath her like she was on a cushion or bed. Someone pulled at her. Aria felt several tugs before she felt a cool breeze on her body and realized that her clothing was being removed. Frantic, she tried smacking the hands away but her movements were slow and uncoordinated and too weak to put up resistance. She tried to tell whoever it was to stop but her mouth felt odd, like it had been stuffed with cotton and it wouldn’t move the way she wanted. All she could manage were moans and groans.

Oh god, I can’t move. What was in that drink
?

She heard voices but Aria didn’t hear anything that would suggest she would get any help. She didn’t know how many people were in the room but she knew that several were male by the sounds of their voices.

“Look at what we have here,” a male said. “She’s a beauty.”

“I like this one,” another man said.

Hands moved over Aria’s bare legs, thighs, and stomach. She felt ill. The thought of these people seeing her naked was earth-shattering but they were touching her too. Tears drained from her eyes. She began to scream but she quickly realized that the sound was only in her head. She couldn’t open her mouth to talk now, much less scream.

“You’ll have to wait to taste her sweet nectar boys. She’s for the kid. After he’s done…I suppose we can do whatever we want to her,” Husky Voice said.

This isn’t real
, she told herself as hands—too many to track—touched her in her most intimate places. What had Gail given her? Why couldn’t she talk? Why wouldn’t her arms and legs move and who are these people?

The men’s laughter had Aria wishing she would pass out because this was all too real. She felt every touch, pinch, and squeeze but was unable to jerk away. She was terrified and her heart was pounding in her chest. Then, as fast as the touching began, the hands were gone. Something that felt like a sheet was draped over her body just as a door creaked opened. A herd of footsteps echoed through the room, escalating Aria’s fear then she heard a door close. She heard nothing inside the room she was in but Husky Voice’s muted words filtered through the closed door.

“Here he is, the man of the hour,” Husky Voice said. “The beautiful woman in there is a gift from your uncle to you. He purchased her time for a pretty price just for your enjoyment and she comes highly recommended.” Husky Voice chuckled. “Now, this girl specializes in a particular kind of kink that I know you will love. She doesn’t talk because it interferes with the mystery of it all so don’t engage her in conversation because she won’t answer. Just enjoy what she has to offer.”

The door creaked open again and Aria’s level of fear increased as the voices sounded closer and clearer.
Kink
? Aria tried to shake her head to clear it. She didn’t specialize in kink of any sort.
I don’t specialize in anything
, she screamed inside her head as laughter, cheers, and the music from downstairs spilled into the room.

“How much have you had to drink?” Husky Voice asked.

“I’m good. Is the blindfold necessary?” said a voice that sounded younger than the others, but it held a hint of authority.

A sliver of hope coursed through Aria.
Maybe he could help me.
Help me, please
, Aria silently begged over and over.

There had been no response to her cries, not even a small acknowledgment. No one heard her, she realized.

“
Help me, you asshole
!” she cried in frustration.

“The blindfold is very necessary. Mystery, remember? You have a condom?” There was some movement close by. “Don’t worry, here ya go. We’ll get back to the party and give you a little privacy. Have fun, Golden Boy,” Husky Voice said, with a chuckle.

“Sure, thanks.”

Aria heard footsteps, then she heard the door opening and closing again. There were sounds of fabric, maybe clothing, ruffling then the area beside her on the bed sunk down a little. Warm hands grazed her ankles, causing a shiver to run up her body. Then a hand caressed her lower leg.

God no, not like this
!

“You’re very beautiful,” the young man said. “What’s your name?”

Victim!
Aria screamed in her head.

Tears fell freely now. She still hoped this was some kind of a joke, a hazing or something. Aria hoped that Gail would jump out of somewhere and yell that she was on some prank show but she somehow knew this was real. Her stomach knotted then she thought that maybe he would see her tears. But she soon realized that he probably wouldn’t because of the blindfold.

“Beautiful, but silent,” he chuckled. “All right, no names, but I would love to see your eyes. I bet they’re as beautiful as the rest of you.”

“Get on with it, Golden Boy.” Husky Voice must have been listening at the door which he had quickly opened, then closed again.

“Okay, okay… I get it, mysterious.”

The bed moved again then Aria felt the sheet slide off of her body. She tried so hard to move but nothing happened as the younger sounding man’s hand slowly moved up between her legs. Her breath caught when he parted them.

It was obvious to Aria that she’d been drugged. Whatever they’d given her in that drink it had her body compliant, and when her legs fell to the side, he probably took it as an offering.
Please don’t
, she thought as he lifted her legs and one hand moved down her thigh.

What if that hadn’t been just a scratch
? It hadn’t felt like one but she been so excited that she hadn’t been thinking clearly but she was focused now.

Aria continued to cry, but it was no use because any sounds she made sounded like she was moaning, maybe even having the time of her life. Warm fingers found her center and played in her trimmed dark curls. No one had ever touched her there before, and that honor now belonged to a stranger. She cringed with embarrassment and anger.

All too soon those warm fingers spread her intimate flesh apart. Aria tried to wiggle away, but it was no use because she had no control over her body. Strangely, despite her feelings of disgust and outrage, her core was wet. She could tell by the way his fingers glided over her delicate skin and trailed around her entrance, that her vagina was slippery wet. Aria tried to shut her mind down but her heart thumped with nervous energy. She also attempted to shut out the new, glorious sensation those fingers introduced to her inexperienced body
.

How can this feel so good
?

Aria did her best to ignore the small voice in her head that whimpered when he pulled his hand away—her body had ached for this kind of attention for so long. But not from this stranger, not in this place, and not against her will!

Aria forced herself to breathe through all the new sensations, but when a warm soft textured wetness covered her core she involuntarily gasped and held her breath. She mentally and physically tensed, trying to determine what it was.

Oh my god, it’s his mouth
, she realized.

She felt him licking around her opening with slow, precise movements. Aria had heard of oral sex before but had found the idea of doing such a thing…well, she’d found it repulsive. That was Aria’s first thought on the matter and even now, but she found that her body wasn’t in agreement.

Oh God…oh God…ooooh God no. No…no…no this can’t be happening. It can’t feel good. This can’t feel good
. But it did.

Now Aria involuntarily made genuine sounds of pleasure and not sounds of protest, much to her dismay. She found herself panting and cooing at the things he was doing with his mouth, even while she felt sickened by that truth. Gradually she felt a buildup of intense feelings of pleasure she’d never before experienced that erupted from her core and spread through her body; fireworks went off in her head as her body jerked uncontrollably. A loud whimper escaped her trembling lips. Apparently she had no problem with making sounds that didn’t require the use of her tongue.

The guy lowered her legs and laughed softly. It was the most adorable thing Aria had ever heard. She immediately cursed herself for thinking such a thing about this—about him. Aria was startled back to the here and now when she felt the bed move beneath her again. He was doing something and with her not being able to see what…

Aria’s heart sank when she felt him move up her body. He lifted one of her legs, then nestled his naked, warm body between her thighs. Then Aria felt his…his.
No…no…no,
she screamed over and over, but nothing came out except moans.

“I can’t wait, either.” He gently kissed her lips.

His body stiffened some as he eased himself inside her virginal opening. He moaned then said something about her wetness, how tight she was, and something about his size, but she was more worried about what he was doing rather than what he was saying. Aria wanted him to stop, prayed for him to stop, or at least to slow down, but he didn’t. Horrified, but unable to move her lips and tongue to form words, she was forced to remain silent as one of his hands slid under her butt and raised her bottom off the bed. Her hymen protested his intrusion, but he continued to push inside her.

He is too big!
, she thought, but he didn’t seem to notice how her body resisted as he continued pushing and telling her how much he wanted to be inside her. When he made a final push to get completely inside her, she felt a ripping sensation and her body involuntarily stiffened.

In her mind she screamed, but it came out like a sexy moan. Immense pressure and stinging was all she felt when he ripped through her. She had somehow raised her hands, and her fingers dug into his shoulders, though there was no strength behind them. Her fingernails might press a few moon crescents in his skin, but he won’t even feel it—
and it won’t cause any real damage,
she thought bitterly.

He hesitated. “Are you all right?” he breathed.

A defeated moan left her lips. Again he took her distress for pleasure. Encouraged, he kissed her lips, then continued to push and stretch her wider. Aria’s breaths came quicker as she silently cried out in pain and her body screamed for relief as he filled her until she felt his pelvis against hers. The pressure was too much for her to bear and as he slowly raped her, it felt like her inner flesh was being pulled out of her body along with his engorged organ.