Run, Little Red.

Sidney

The last thing Sidney remembered as she started to stir was the overwhelming sense of fear and dread that had filled her body just before she passed out. Groaning as she rolled onto her side, her entire body went rigid at the sound of a dark chuckle behind her. Opening her eyes, Sidney was met with the sight of Matt crouching with a shotgun in his hand. Her eyes widened, her stomach twisted into a tight knot.

"Better get up, little girl. The longer that you lay there, the shorter head start that you get," he said, causing Sidney to frown as confusion sparked inside of her. Matt tapped his finger against his gun before motioning toward the woods that surrounded them. "Run!"

Sidney had no clue what she was supposed to do, no clue what was coming her way but she realized that she needed to run. There was something eerie about Matt's smile. Pushing to her feet with a grunt, Sidney started running full force ahead toward the woods. Thankful that she had been in track during high school because she had learned how to run long distances, Sidney could only hope that would get her far enough away from Matt that she could get some sort of help.

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Zacky

Splitting up from Matt to separate their girls, Zacky pulled into one of the many clearings on their land. Flicking the end of his cigarette as he climbed out of his truck, Zacky walked around to the back of it. He unlatched the tailgate before hopping up onto it and sitting casually with his shotgun on his lap. Hattie was starting to come to and Zacky smirked, looking out into the woods that surrounded them. He started to whistle lowly, waiting until he heard Hattie let out a sharp gasp to speak.

"Hattie, Hattie," Zacky called her name lowly, tossing his now spent cigarette onto the ground. He hopped down, crushing it beneath his foot before looking up to fix her with a hard glare. "Might want to gain your bearings and run, darling. Because," he paused long enough to turn around and to face the woods. Leaning against the side of his truck, Zacky smirked.

"Because the longer you lay there, the smaller of a head start you have on me," Zacky spoke, lifting the gun up and setting it gently down on the edge of the truck bed. "Unless you just want to give in now. Maybe I'll go easy on your if you do.." Zacky trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. Lifting his gun up, he pumped in while fixing Hattie with a hard gaze.

[they both look so good with beards ]

Hattie

The first thing Hattie heard as she started to stir was a low, eerie whistling. She let out a sharp gasp as she became fully conscious, glancing around wildly when she heard her name being said. The voice saying her name belonged to Zacky and she watched as he jumped down from the tailgate of his truck, her stomach twisting in knots as her eyes drifted to the shotgun in his hand. Listening to him speak, Hattie was confused. Headstart? For what? But then Zacky pumped his shotgun and Hattie understood, scrambling to her feet and taking off towards the woods.

Hattie wasn't as strong of a runner as Sidney was. In fact, she was almost as unathletic as they came. But what she lacked in running abilities, she made up for in being able to cover her tracks. She'd been hunting almost her entire life and knew what to do to prevent the animals she was hunting from knowing she was there. Only this time she was the one being hunted and Zacky was a lot smarter than an animal. It wasn't long before Hattie was forced to slow down, despite every fiber of her being telling her to keep running. She glanced around, knowing that if she continued in the same direction, Zacky would catch up to her quickly. Hattie darted off to the ride, hissing as the thorn bushes caught on her skin. She haphazardly fixed the bushes behind her before she continued on, trying to put as much distance between her and Zacky as possible.

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Matt

Matt watched with a smirk as Sidney took off running towards the woods. He would give her about five minutes to run, just enough time for her to get her hopes up that she might get away, before he followed after her. He would let her think she had outwitted him because it was more satisfying for him that way. He got a sick sort of sexual gratification from watching the hopelessness on a girl's face when he finally caught up to her. When he thought five minutes might have passed, Matt shouldered his shotgun and headed into the woods.

It was pretty obvious to him which direction Sidney had gone in. It was the easiest path through the woods from this entrance point and he would've been able to tell if she'd gone off to the left or right. He continued along the path, smirking to himself when he heard the sounds of someone slightly up ahead. "Sidney," Matt called out, his tone of voice taunting. "Why don't you just give up? You know the saying, sweetheart, you can run, but you can't hide. Especially not from me. I'm going to catch you and I'm going to kill you. Well, not until after we've had a little fun first," Matt added, smirking.

{I didn't even do that on purpose but yes, yes they do }

Zacky

Zacky continued to stand, leaning against his truck while he watched Hattie rush off into the woods. He chuckled to himself, tilting his head to the side. He remembered her smile from the night before when they had camped out in the middle of the woods together - Matt and he had just so happened upon them. A coincidence, of course. She had a beautiful smile and now, he wanted to see her face masked with pain. With fear, with hopelessness as he drove her even further into the woods after capturing her. The cabin that Matt and he would take the girls to was at least ten miles away from any other house, surrounded by nothing more than miles and miles of trees. There would be no getting away for Hattie or Sidney.

Deciding to head into the woods after a few minutes, Zacky moved silent. He had done this for longer than he should ever admit, he could walk through just about any landscape undetected. He was surprised by the lack of a trail he found, quickly discovering just how talented Hattie was. It made this that much more thrilling for him, to know that once he did catch Hattie, he would catch an intelligent girl. He would bring her down to her knees before he ended her life. She would beg, even if he had to force her to.

Zacky very nearly missed the thorn bushes that were rustled but he turned back, something feeling not quite right. He let out a harsh laugh when he noticed the bushes, pushing them aside with the tip of his rifle before stepping past them. Quiet for a few more moments, Zacky cleared his throat before he called out to her. "Hattie," he paused, freezing to listen to the sounds of the forest around him. "You don't... don't have a thorn in your side, do you?" He shouted, laughing at his own little joke. Bringing the rifle up to his shoulder, Zacky fired off into the forest in front of him, hoping to spark some sort of reaction out of Hattie.

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Sidney

Sidney had paused, thinking she was far enough ahead of Matt that she could take a breather. She set her hands on her hips, dragging in a few deep breathes before her blood ran cold. Matt's voice was enough to spark her forward again, far more frantic than she had been before. If Matt had closed that much distance, Sidney needed to kick it into high gear. There was no other option. As much as she loved Hattie, she wasn't sure that Hattie would be able to get away from Zacky. As long as one of them got free, she thought that was all that really mattered. She thought, she hoped.

Realizing that she had no hope to outrun Matt because he knew these woods better than her, Sidney decided to take a risk. There was a small drop off off to the left side and she was quick to jump down it, only to scramble back up and press herself as far into the overhanging ground as she could. She tried to cover herself up as much as possible with leaves, going dead still when she started to hear Matt getting closer and closer.

Now more than ever, Hattie wished she would've taken up a sport in high school. Or at the very least, she wished she would've walked around the track during gym instead of sitting in the bleachers texting. Then maybe she would've been a little more prepared for this. Of course, if she would've known she was going to be hunted like an animal, she would've tried to talk Sidney out of their little camping trip. Hattie wasn't sure how long she'd been in the woods when she heard Zacky's voice calling out to her. The sound of his laughter made her blood run cold and she pushed herself harder, trying to get away from him.

The sound of a gunshot caught Hattie completely off guard. She cried out in surprise, cursing herself when she realized that she had likely given away her location. Not paying attention to her surroundings, Hattie's foot caught on a root and she tripped, tumbling down a short embankment. She groaned as she pushed to her feet again. Her hands and arms were scraped and cut, but it was the pain in her ankle that Hattie was most worried about. How could she run with a twisted ankle? She would never be able to move fast enough. That meant her only option left was to hide. Looking around, she spotted a very dense patch of bushes. It wasn't the best hiding place in the world, but it would work. It wasn't like Zacky could smell her, so as long as she was perfectly still and quiet, he might pass her by.

---

When he fell silent, Matt could easily hear the sounds of Sidney's footsteps pounding through the forest. He was sure she thought that her fast-paced, frantic running would help her get away from him, but in reality, it only made her easier to hear and to track. Matt continued to follow after Sidney, keeping his eyes and his ears open. Suddenly, the sound of Sidney's footsteps stopped and he knew she'd found a hiding place. Likely not a very good one, but he would let her think it was a good one. The mind games were one of his favorite parts of the hunt. Looking around, it only took Matt a few minutes to realize that Sidney had likely dropped over a nearby embankment. Dropped down the embankment himself, Matt straightened to his full height, smirking as he looked around.

"Sidney," he taunted, his voice sing-song. "You can't hide forever, sweetheart. I'm smarter than you. So why don't you go ahead and give in? Maybe if you get down on your knees like a good little girl, I might be easier on you." Matt smirked to himself. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed what appeared to be the toe of a shoe beneath the overhanging ground of the embankment. Sidney had obviously tried to conceal herself with leaves, but it just wasn't enough. Matt feigned as though he was going to keep walking past the embankment before he reached down swiftly, grabbing Sidney by the ankle and roughly dragging her out of her hiding spot. "Found you!" Matt shouted. "And such a shame, I was having fun. Oh well, there's still plenty of fun to be had." Matt gave her a wink before he produced the large zip tie from his back pocket, tightening it around Sidney's wrists. He lifted her up, throwing her over his shoulder next to his rifle as he started walking back to his truck.

Zacky

Hattie's scream was enough for Zacky to let out a groan, reaching down to palm himself through his jeans as a smirk settled on his features. She had sounded just like he had wanted her to, terrified and panicked. Starting off slightly more to the left, Zacky smirked as he started to circle around her location. He knew that she would try to hide now, they always did. He wanted her unsure of what direction he was coming from, skeptical of where she was even supposed to anticipate him coming from. In front of her, behind her? Off to the side. He fell silent now, no longer whistling as he focused his attention on the hunt.

Zacky closed in on the patch of ground where Hattie had fallen and that was all he needed to see to know that he had effectively won. If she had fallen and injured herself further, then it was a done deal. Pausing a few feet away from the bush she was hidden within, Zacky looked around slowly. He cocked his head to the side, spinning slowly in circles. As soon as his eyes landed on the bush, Zacky had to force back a laugh. "Oh, Haaattie," he called, slowly stepping toward her. "Come out, come out wherever you are," he sang. Stepping up to the bush, Zacky turned and started to head off in the opposite direction. Zacky turned back around suddenly, shoving the bush to the side with the tip of his gun. He smirked as he reached forward, yanking Hattie out by her hair. He threw her to the ground, pressing his foot into her back. Zacky wasted no time in yanking the piece of rope that hung from his shoulders. He smirked as he bent, tying Hattie's hands behind her back.

He lifted her up by the bicep, shoving her in front of him. "Start walkin', princess. I want to see watch that tight little ass move..." Zacky trailed off, accentuating his words with a groan. "Go on. Don't make me say it twice," he said, tapping the tip of his gun. "Now!"

---

Sidney

Sidney's entire body was shaking like a leaf in the wind, her hands clamped so tightly over her mouth in hopes that Matt wouldn't hear her. She was absolutely petrified of Matt. She had no clue what he was planning to do to her but whatever it was, she was sure it wouldn't be a pleasant experience. Matt and Zacky had both been so kind the night before, she couldn't possibly understand what was going on or why. Closing her eyes tightly, Sidney had to bite back a sob as a tear rolled down her cheek. A scream tore from her throat as Matt suddenly yanked her out of her hiding spot. She started trying to kick at him, shaking her head as she tried to fight him off but it had been basically useless. Matt was easily twice her size and most of that was muscle - she was a runner, not strong like she needed to have any chance at stopping Matt.

"S-Stop!" Sidney cried out as Matt threw her over his shoulder. She started trying to squirm out of his arms, unable to keep herself calm. It wasn't until Matt squeezed her thigh in a painful grip, causing her to whimper and fall limp in his grip. The moment that she was dropped into the back of Matt's truck, Sidney all but threw herself away from Matt, her eyes wide as she looked up to him. "P-Pl-Please! Y-You d-do-don't h-have to do th-this!" Sidney shouted, shaking her head as she tried to put as much space between them as possible. She let out a sob as she shook her head. "Please!" She paused long enough to take a deep breathe. "I'll do w-wha-whatever you w-want!" Sidney tried to reason, feeling like she was about to be sick as panic built inside of her. "Just don't kill me."

Hattie wasn't sure how long she'd been hiding when she heard the sounds of someone approaching. She knew it had to be Zacky and her heart started to pound. She felt like she was going to be sick as she pressed her hands over her mouth, listening to the sounds around her. It was damn near impossible to tell which direction Zacky was coming from, which Hattie was sure he was doing on purpose. Hattie bit back a sob when Zacky called out her name, not even daring to breathe as he stepped up to the bush. When he turned around Hattie was foolishly hopeful that Zacky would continue on and pass her by, but then she was suddenly being yanked out of the bush by her hair, shrieking as Zacky threw her to the ground.

Hattie tried to fight against him as he tied her hands behind her back, but it was no use. He was too big to fight against and besides, he had a rifle. Hattie stumbled when she was brought to her feet and shoved forward, cringing at Zacky's words. She thought about running, but what good would it do? She had a twisted ankle and she knew that if she took a single step in the wrong direction, Zacky wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her back. Hattie started walking in the direction of where she thought they'd entered the forest, but her progress was slow because of her ankle. When she finally emerged from the woods, for some reason, the sight of Zacky's truck made her burst into tears. She didn't understand why he was doing this to her. He'd seemed so nice last night when he and Matt had happened upon her campsite with Sidney.

"Please...Please, you don't have to do this," Hattie pleaded, turning around to Zacky when the reached his truck. "Just let me go, I-I won't tell anyone, I promise."

---

Matt expected Sidney to fight as he carried her back to his truck. They all did. But that didn't mean it irritated him any less when she started to squirm, only stopping when he squeezed her thigh so hard it would likely leave a bruise. When he reached his truck, he tossed Sidney unceremoniously into the bed, watching as she tried to move away from him. He listened to her pleading, his smirk only growing as she continued to speak. "Don't kill you?" Matt repeated, laughing. "Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I'm going to kill you no matter how much you beg me not to. Otherwise, how do I know you won't go running that pretty little mouth and get me thrown in jail?"

Matt gave Sidney a pat on the cheek before he closed the tailgate to his truck. He wasn't sure of Zacky's progress with his girl, but Matt figured there was no reason to wait around here. If he was the first one back to the cabin, then that only meant he and Sidney could have a little fun before Zacky showed up with Hattie. Matt knew the backroads well, so it was only a short twenty minutes before he stopped in front of the cabin. Zacky's truck was nowhere in sight, but Matt was sure he would be back soon. "Looks like we've got the place to ourselves for a ltitle while," Matt said, going around to open the tailgate. He grabbed Sidney by the hair and pulled her close, once again tossing her over his shoulder. "So we'll just have a little fun until Zacky and your friend join us, how does that sound?"

Shutting his tailgate, Matt carried Sidney inside and up to his bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, reaching into the pocket of his jeans for his switchblade, which he used to cut the zip tie holding Sidney's hands together. "You want to win my favor?" Matt asked, his tone suddenly void of all playfulness. He tugged on her shirt. "Take this off."

Zacky

Zacky feigned relief, his eyes widening as he set a hand on his chest. "I don't have to do this? Y-You... you promise you won't tell?" He asked, his mouth forming an 'o' as if he was still surprised by her offer. Hattie was stupider than he gave her credit for if she thought that would truly work for him to set her free. Did she think she was the first girl that he had done this with? That Sidney was Matt's first little hunt? It was far from it for the both of them. The last time they hunted had been nearly three years ago because the police had come sniffing around a bit too much and they had needed to play it safe. Now that the boys were being unleashed again, they both had a whole lot of pent up aggression to take out on their victims.

"Oh, thank God! I was beginning to think I would have to kill you..." Zacky trailed off, setting his gun down on the edge of the truck bed. He smiled at her as he stepped forward, only to shove her into the side of the truck. He pinned her beneath his body weight, a hand on each side of her to keep her firmly in place. "Oh. Wait. That's exactly what I'm going to do to you. Sorry, sweetheart but I've been waiting to do this for far too long. You don't get away this time. You're all mine and maybe, if Matt wants a piece of you, he can have some. I mean, I do want to get my hands on Sidney's tits. They're unbelievable..." Zacky trailed off, nearly sidetracked at the idea. He gave a chuckle, shaking his head to clear it as he straightened back up.

Leaning down, Zacky threw Sidney into the back of the truck unceremoniously. He didn't particularly care if she hurt herself, it would only serve to make his situation that much better. Palming himself through his jeans, Zacky headed around and climbed into the driver's seat. He wasted no time in taking off, eager to get Hattie back to the cabin so that he could taste her.

---

Sidney

Sidney's attention was focused purely on Matt when he appeared from the driver's side of the truck. She was trying to anticipate what was coming her way but it didn't seem to do much good because she couldn't stop the scream that tore from her throat when Matt dragged her closer by the hair. Her eyes watered from the searing pain and she let out a breathless sob, wanting nothing more than to disappear at the moment. His words only made her cry harder as she was pulled onto his shoulder. Her skin was littered with goosebumps, the thought of having to do whatever Matt told her to made her frustrated. She didn't want to but she knew that if she wanted to make it easier on herself, she had to. At least for now until she could escape.

Going completely still when Matt produced his switchblade, Sidney sniffled as she tried to calm down. She reached up, wiping her tears away frantically. There were thin, red lines on her wrists from her struggle against the zip ties that were slightly raw and painful. Sidney swallowed as she looked up to Matt as he began to speak, her stomach turning as he offered her a chance. Sidney wasn't so sure she trusted that Matt would go easier on her but she was hopeful that if she went with what he said, he would be.

Sidney took a deep breathe, holding it as she reached with shaking hands to pull her shirt over her shoulders. She wanted so badly to use the material to cover herself but somehow, she doubted that was one of the things Matt wanted from her. Clamping her eyes shut, Sidney reached around her back to unclip her bra. She let the material sag on her shoulders but she simply couldn't bring herself to pull it free from her arms to fully reveal her chest to Matt. Hanging her head, Sidney couldn't contain her sobs but she tried to keep quiet, her lips parted as she shuddered.

Hattie knew immediately by the tone of Zacky's voice that her pleading had no effect. She should have known it wouldn't. If he was sadistic enough to hunt her down like an animal, why would telling him she wouldn't tell anyone work? Hattie backed up against the side of Zacky's truck, letting out a yelp when he shoved her against the side. She knew he was going to kill her, but hearing him actually say it made her feel sick to her stomach. Hearing his comments about Matt, Hattie started to shake her head but it went unnoticed as she was tossed unceremoniously into the back of Zacky's truck.

Hattie tried to keep track of the turns Zacky made as he took her wherever he was taking her, but it was no use. He took so many that she couldn't keep track and she was being tossed around the bed of the truck so roughly it was all she could do to keep from hitting her head. By the time Zacky's truck stopped, Hattie was shaking from fear and from the cold. Dark clouds loomed in the distance and she wouldn't be surprised if it started to snow or sleet in the near future. When the tailgate opened, Hattie was quick to scramble away despite knowing there were was nowhere for her to go. She started to cry when Zacky dragged her over, squirming against his grip as he carried her into the house.

Hattie was almost certain she knew what was going to happen next as she was tossed onto Zacky's bed. She couldn't stomach the thought, but she knew fighting against him would only make things worse for her. He was obviously going to get what he wanted out of her, including her life. The only source of relief Hattie received was the rope being removed from her wrists, although it left rings of rope burn that were red and painful. Hattie rubbed at her wrists as she moved back against the headboard of the bed, looking up at Zacky with terror in her eyes.

---

Matt knew the promise of him being easier on her was enough for Sidney to do as he asked. He closed his switchblade and placed it on his dresser as he watched Sidney tug her shirt over her head. When she reached back to remove her bra, his hazel eyes darkened and he reached down to palm himself through his jeans before he crawled onto the bed. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, are you scared?" Matt asked, tilting his head to the side. He grabbed Sidney by the chin and jerked her head up, loving the look of fear in her eyes.

"Maybe you should be more careful about who you let into your campsite," Matt continued. "Or maybe you should learn how not to be a little fucking tease." It had been pure coincidence when he and Zacky had stumbled upon the girls in the woods last night. He was sure he and Zacky had been thinking the same thing from the very beginning, but when the slightly tipsy girls had flirted with them and then invited them to stay at their campsite, they had sealed their fate.

Matt shoved Sidney back onto the bed, roughly yanking her pants down her legs. These were quickly followed by her underwear, which he tossed aside in favor of the handcuffs he kept in his bedside table. He attached each of Sidney's wrists to his bedposts before straightening up. "Maybe if you're a good little girl, I'll let you put your clothes back on when you're done," Matt taunted, reaching down to pull himself free from his boxers.

Zacky smirked as he watched Hattie move away from her. There was nowhere for her to go, it was almost cute that she thought she had anywhere to go to get away from him. He gave a shake of his head, turning to step over to the mini fridge that he kept in his room. Zacky produced a beer and was quick to remove the lid, taking a large swig of the liquid. The look on Hattie's face was enough that Zacky wanted to savour it for as long as he could. The utterly raw fear on her features would change the moment that he forced himself on her, there would be a sense of resignation. There always was and as much as he enjoyed that as well, Zacky wasn't going to put an end to it for a bit, at least.

"Hm," Zacky spoke, taking another sip of his beer as he stepped closer to the bed. He leaned forward, dragging Hattie back toward the edge of the bed. His grip tightened on her hair as he pulled her to her feet, moving to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Hattie, sweetheart," his tone took on an almost mocking, sweet tone as he looked up to her. "Why don't yyou give me a little show, hm? Maybe then you might... inspire me to be a bit nicer to you, hm?" Zacky asked, raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his beer. He gave her an encouraging nod of his head, motioning to the space in front of him. When Hattie didn't move quickly enough, Zacky let out a low growl as he straightened up. "Hattie, one of the things you're going to learn very quickly about me is that I don't like having to repeat myself. So... entertain me, Hattie."

---

Sidney choked on a sob as she nodded, knowing that hiding her fear from Matt would do no good. She whimpered as she was forced to look up at Matt through wide, terrified eyes. Tears started to fall silently as Matt started to speak again, sending her blood boiling. She wanted to lash out at him for his faux advice but she simply sat there, hanging her head again. She knew that if she lashed out at him, it would only serve to piss Matt off and he surely wouldn't be kind to her then. In fact, Sidney was sure that it would probably make him angry and harsher with her.

Flinching as she was shoved back on the bed, Sidney reached up to wrap her arms around her chest in a weak attempt to shield herself from Matt. She started to full on sob as Matt pulled at her pants, knowing full well what was coming her way. Sidney felt so stupid because she had thought Matt was attractive the night before, had even wondered what it would be like for Matt to touch her but her fantasies were nothing like this. Biting down on her bottom lip as Matt cuffed her to the bed, Sidney felt a shudder run through her body as she was fully exposed to Matt. She kept her thighs clamped together, Matt's words made her heart sink.

Sidney didn't want him touching her but she clearly had no choice in the matter. Dragging in a deep breathe, she turned her head to the side so that she was staring at the wall. She didn't want to see the satisfaction on Matt's face as she spread her legs, her chest heaving with effort as she tried to calm herself down. "O-Okay," Sidney tried to agree, hoping that Matt would stay true to his word.

Hattie's eyes stayed locked on Zacky as he moved around the room. Her heart dropped even more when he produced a beer from his mini fridge because she could only imagine that alcohol would only make him more volatile than he already was. As much as she was glad that Zacky, for the most part, seemed to be leaving her alone, it made Hattie uneasy. The longer he waited, the more she dreaded what was coming. When Zacky grabbed her by her hair, Hattie whimpered, tearing up as she felt her hair being ripped from her scalp. She was glad when Zacky let her go, although that relief was short-lived as Zacky began to speak. She knew what she meant when he mentioned a show and the very thought of it made Hattie sick to her stomach.

Hattie's movements were slow, apparently too slow for Zacky. She shrunk back when he growled, nodding her head frantically when he more or less ordered her to entertain him. She wasn't sure at all how to give Zacky the sort of show she was sure he meant, so she settled for simply removing her clothing. She started with her shirt, her hands shaking as she pulled the fabric over her head. Already, she was shivering, and only partially from the cold. Next, she shimmied out of her pants, letting them puddle on the floor around her ankles for a few seconds before she kicked them away. At this point, Hattie's hands were shaking so violently she could barely get a grip on her bra strap as she reached around her back to undo it. Dropping it to the floor, she removed her stomach, now unsure of what to do.

Hattie wanted so badly to cover herself, but she knew she couldn't or she would risk having Zacky lash out at her. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Hattie opened her eyes, drawing in a shaky breath. She couldn't look at Zacky, afraid of what she would see, so she kept her gaze on the ground. "I-I don't know what else you want me to do," Hattie hiccuped. She'd undressed for him, wasn't that enough? But even as she thought this, she knew it wasn't. It was only a matter of time before Zacky forced himself on her and she dreaded it more than she'd ever dreaded anything. But this was all her fault, really. She was the one who'd convinced Sidney that Matt and Zacky should stay with them at their campsite, and all because she thought Zacky was cute. Hattie hadn't been thinking straight and now it was going to cost her and Sidney their lives.

---

Matt smirked when he saw the way Sidney shuddered. Knowing she didn't want this only made him want it more. He dropped to his knees in front of her on the bed, roughly yanking her legs apart. Reached down to grab her chin, Matt turned her head around, forcing her to look at him. "No, no, no," he said. "You brought this on yourself, so you're going to watch." Keeping one hand on her chin, Matt used the other to stroke himself, groaning softly as he looked over Sidney's body. He knew that Zacky would eventually want a piece of her, but for now, she was all his.

Nudging her thighs open a bit more, Matt finally moved up between them. He'd been looking forward to this for far too long, nearly three years, and there was nothing in the world that was going to hold him back. He slipped into her with one quick movement, not able to help the moan that slipped out of his mouth. "Fuck, your pussy is so tight," he groaned. He smirked at Sidney. "I bet the boys love you, don't they, you little whore?" Matt leaned back on his calves as he started to fuck her, solely for the viewpoint. He loved to watch his girl's chest move and bounce as he fucked her, but more than anything, he loved to see the last shred of hope leave them.

Matt wasn't gentle with Sidney in any sense of the word. He didn't care if he hurt her, all he cared about was his pleasure and satisfaction. He wasn't surprised when she started to let out noises of pain, but he was quick to silence that with a hand around her throat. "Shut your fucking mouth," he growled against her ear. "I know you fucking wanted this, I could see it in your eyes last night." Matt gave a few more hard thrusts before he reached his climax, holding Sidney's hips in place as he finished inside of her. "You're a good little fuck, I'll give you that," Matt said as he tucked himself back into his jeans. He collected Sidney's clothes from the floor, tossing them to her before he undid one of her handcuffs. "Hurry up and put your fucking clothes back on before I change my mind."

Zacky kept his eyes trained on Hattie as she started to undress. He was admittedly a bit disappointed by her efforts, she was doing the bare minimum and nothing else. He scowled slightly, giving a shake of his head. If Hattie had wanted to earn a chance at him being even remotely nicer to her, she should have put more effort in. Zacky didn't care because he was going to fuck Hattie one way or another, it only made her situation worse. Tsking as he leaned forward, Zacky set his elbows on his knees as Hattie started to speak. Of all the things she could have said, that wasn't the right thing. It only sent his blood pressure rising.

"Hattie, Hattie..." He trailed off, shaking his head. Zacky let out a disappointed sigh. "Now, if you thought that was going to be a good thing to say, then I would really hate to hear what you would say that you think is a bad idea..." Zacky smirked as he took a long swig of his beer. He leaned over to set the nearly empty bottle down on the nightstand before turning his full attention toward Hattie. "Maybe if you had actually put some effort into entertaining me, I could look past talking out of turn but it seems like you just want to keep digging yourself into a deeper hole. I'm going to admit something right now," he paused, reached forward to pull Hattie close to him by her wrist. Zacky reached up, planting a hand on Hattie's shoulder to force her to her knees in front of him. He cupped her cheek, forcing her to look up to him. "I'm disappointed in you."

Zacky smirked at the panic that flared in her eyes. That was the look he was aiming for. Palming himself through his jeans, Zacky raised an eyebrow as he brushed his thumb over Hattie's bottom lip. "You're going to wrap those pretty little lips around my cock, aren't you?" Zacky asked, forcing his thumb between her lips. He groaned as he met with the warmth of her mouth, his cock swelling. "And I'm just going to tell you now, if you even think about using your teeth, I'll knock them down your throat, one by one." Zacky smiled brilliantly as he unzipped his pants, leaving the rest of the work up to Hattie.

---

Sidney gagged as Matt forced her to look in his direction, her eyes watering as she looked up to him. His words made her feel even smaller and more disgusting than she already felt. As much as she hated to, Sidney kept her eyes locked on Matt's face, his hand all the reminder she needed to do as she was told. She was still hanging on to the idea of being able to dress after this was all over and she knew looking away wouldn't exactly qualify her as being a good girl in Matt's eyes. Her body tensed as Matt settled between her legs as reality set in. This was really going to happen and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

Her breathe caught in her throat as Matt pressed into her. Sidney wasn't exactly innocent but she was sure that she had never slept with someone of Matt's size. And it wasn't like Matt was being gentle with her. Sidney couldn't help as she arched forward, trying to ease the pain as she started to groan. A particularly hard thrust from Matt tore a cry from her throat and the next thing she knew, a hand was wrapped around her throat. Sidney froze, her eyes widening even more as her lips parted in a silent cry. Sidney could only shudder beneath Matt as he growled in her ear, her stomach twisting into an uncomfortable knot. "Please," she choked out, trying to convey that she would listen.

Sidney bit down into her bottom lip as Matt finished, holding back her cries as Matt moved away from her. Her entire body was shaking as she laid there, staring up at the ceiling as her tears fell. She wasn't going to so much as move an inch out of line, her fear still very much real. She flinched as Matt tossed her clothes at her, wincing as her wrist was released. Wiping away her tears, Sidney did her best to pull her underwear and jeans up her legs. With no real way to put her shirt on with one arm still cuffed to the bed, Sidney settled on clutching her shirt to her chest as she sat upright against the headboard. "T-Th-Thank you," Sidney croaked, sniffling as she wiped away her tears ago. "F-For letting me d-dress," Sidney elaborated, her eyes trained on her knees. She hated herself for even thinking to thank him for something like that but she wasn't going to take her chances with pissing Matt off more.

As soon as Zacky started to speak, Hattie knew things wouldn't end well, at least not for her. She wasn't sure what was wrong with what she said, but apparently, the problem lay with the fact that she spoke at all. And what other sort of effort had he been expecting from her, a striptease? She was shaking so hard she'd had trouble just taking her clothes off. Hattie knew what was coming when Zacky forced her to her knees and she started to cry again, shaking her head. She was going to be sick, she knew it. Hearing Zacky say that he was disappointed in her made her start to truly panic. She hated the way he smirked when he noticed, hated the way his hand felt against her cheek.

When Zacky forced his thumb into her mouth, Hattie had to admit that she was very tempted to bite him, but she knew it wouldn't be a smart idea. Doing that would only serve to piss Zacky off and that was the last thing she wanted right now. She knew Zacky would act on his threat. She wanted to shake her head and tell him no, but as she watched him unzip his jeans, she knew she didn't really have a choice. Hattie bit her lip as she reached up to pull Zacky free from his boxers, choking back a sob. Just touching him made her feel disgusting and she was sure this was only a taste of what was to come. She couldn't imagine what Sidney was going through with Matt and she hated to think of it knowing it was all her fault and there was nothing she could do to help her friend.

Hattie took a deep breath before she took Zacky's dick into her mouth. She didn't know how much of the work he expected her to do, but she wasn't going to risk disappointing him again in fear of him being harder on her. She rested a hand on his thigh to keep her balance, moving forward until she'd taken Zacky entirely into her mouth. She immediately started to gag but didn't pull back, hoping this would satisfy Zacky. Taking only a second to adjust, Hattie started to move her head on Zacky's dick, working her tongue on him. She hoped this was the sort of effort he was looking for and that he might be easier on her after this.

---

Matt stood by and watched as Sidney struggled to put her clothes on, rolling his eyes when she offered him a thank you. He supposed he should be glad she was already scared enough of him to thank him for something so simple as letting her get dressed when he was finished fucking her, but it just made her look pathetic. Well, she looked pathetic either way. Scared and pathetic, exactly the way Matt wanted her to look. Leaning over the bed, Matt undid Sidney's other handcuff. "Hurry up and put your shirt back on," he told her. Once she was finished with this, Matt put one of the handcuffs back on her.

"I guess you're finally starting to learn who's in charge, hmm?" Matt said, his voice sickly sweet. He sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch Sidney's cheek. "Maybe I'll make your death a little less painful." Reaching over to his nightstand, Matt grabbed his switchblade and opened it. Studying the blade for a second, he looked over at Sidney with a thoughtful look on his face. "Have you ever cut yourself, Sidney?" he asked. He smirked. "I bet you did. You look like the type of girl who would do that. Whiny and pathetic. Boo-hoo, nobody loves me, nobody understands.. Well, you were right about that first part. Because who could ever love a fucking whore like you?"

Matt dragged the blade lightly along Sidney's forearm, leaving shallow, stinging cuts. And then suddenly, he pressed down harder, breaking her skin and watching as circles of bright red blood welled up in the wake of the switchblade. "No, no," he scolded when she tried to pull away. "Am I going to have to teach you another lesson, Sidney? I won't be as gentle this time. And who knows, I might even see if Zacky wants to help. That is, if he's finished throat fucking your little friend." Smirking, Matt made another cut on her arm and then another. He loved the look of pain on her face, reaching down with his free hand to palm himself through his jeans with a groan.

{ why have we never done something like this before. }

Hattie's evident panic was enough to cause Zacky to chuckle. It was exactly what he wanted out of her, watching the fear and the revulsion collide as she tried to fight her instincts. She didn't want to touch him, she didn't want to have anything to do with him but he had enough power to make her do just about anything that he wanted. That power was what Zacky fed off of, what turned him on and made him desire taking what people didn't want to give to him. Groaning, Zacky ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched her pull his cock from his pants. He glanced up toward his door when he heard a noise from across the hall, a sick smirk settling on his features as he looked down to Hattie. "I think your friend is having a lot of fun with Matt by the sounds of it. Do you want to go watch? Would that turn you on, you dirty little whore? Hm?"

Of course Zacky wasn't expecting an answer from Hattie and he certainly wasn't expecting her to give a positive answer so he didn't press for an answer. Groaning as Hattie's lips wrapped around his cock, Zacky leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows. He gave a few sloppy thrusts of his hips before he relaxed, wanting Hattie to do all of the work. He certainly wasn't going to, he wanted to see how much she was worth. If he could continue to manipulate her for some time or if she wasn't even worth the effort, if he should just off her now.

Grunting as he lifted his head, Zacky smirked as he eyed Hattie. "Such a pretty girl with her lips wrapped around my cock. You like it, huh? Are you turned on, slut?" His eyes darkened, resisting the urge to fuck Hattie's mouth properly. He reached down, wrapping his fingers into her hair. Wanting to feel her scream around his cock, Zacky yanked her hair back, wondering if she would be foolish enough to bite him when she felt the pain.

---

Sidney hiccuped, giving a small nod of her head when Matt asked if she was learning who was in charge. She certainly wasn't with one arm cuffed to the bed. Gulping when Matt picked up his knife, Sidney watched him warily. A bit had formed in his stomach and she swore her heart was swallowed whole by it when Matt began to speak. She stiffened, her lips parting as her eyes narrowed slightly. She knew Matt was in charge, she understood that she didn't have any say in what happened between them so despite wanting to lash out at him, she kept herself silent. Dropping her gaze, Sidney drew in a shaky breathe as she closed her eyes.

Hissing as Matt began to cut her superficially, Sidney tried to ignore the way her heart had seemed to relax. Matt was right in what he said but she had left self harm behind a few years ago, enough that her scars were healed over and you wouldn't notice them unless you were looking for them or knew they were there. Yelping when Matt dug deeper, Sidney tried to pull away from Matt. She froze at his words, her instincts taking over before she could even stop to consider Matt's open threat.

Sidney leaned back against the headboard and kicked out, her foot colliding with Matt's side. She kicked with her other foot blindly, just trying to connect with any part of his body at this point. "You're a monster, you know that?! Fuck you!" Sidney spat, glaring daggers at Matt. All at once, the consequences of her actions seemed to hit and Sidney gulped, her body beginning to shake as she drew her legs up. Did she try to fight more or let it go? She didn't know. "I-I.." she started, trying to find some sort of apology or a beg of mercy that she could offer but she couldn't, fear had taken her voice.

[I don't know ]

Hattie gagged when Zacky started to thrust his hips but she was prepared to sit back and let him fuck her mouth. At least then it would be over more quickly. But when he relaxed again, she knew she would be forced to do all of the work. As much as she wanted to not even be touching Zacky, she knew that if she couldn't prove that she was useful to him in some way, even in one as degrading as this, he would kill her. So she continued to suck him off, trying to do what she would do any other time she was giving a blowjob. If he felt good, he had no reason to hurt her, right? But it seemed Hattie was wrong about even that, because as soon as the thought hit her, Zacky's hand was in her hair, pulling so hard it brought tears to her eyes.

Hattie screamed in pain around Zacky's dick, resisting the urge to clench her teeth. She tried to catch her breath, but with his dick in her mouth, it was hard. She coughed and sputtered, pulling back from Zacky for just a second. "Please, I-" Hattie didn't know why she even tried to speak, why she thought she could reason with Zacky. As soon as she opened her mouth, his dick was being shoved back in, hard enough to make her gag again. She knew she had no choice but to finish him off. But maybe then he would let her rest or put her clothes back on. She could tell by the way Zack tensed that his climax was approaching, but it still took her by surprise. She hated swallowing, she always had, so she sputtered on it, unable to stop a little of the cum from dribbling onto the floor.

Hattie didn't know what to do at this point. Zacky would do what he wanted with her anyway, so what was the point? She was afraid to even open her mouth, afraid of the repercussions she would suffer. Hattie's head snapped up when she heard a scream from across the hall, her heart leaping into her throat. Sidney. "He's hurting her!" Hattie shouted. Without even thinking, she rose to her feet, lunging for Zacky's door. She wasn't even thinking of Zacky right now, or the fact that she was still naked, all she was concerned about was Sidney. It was Hattie's fault they were even in this situation in the first place and she needed to try and save her friend.

---

Matt wasn't prepared when Sidney kicked out. He grunted when her foot connected with his side, his switchblade tumbling to the floor. Her other foot hit him in the hip, but Matt barely noticed. He was seeing nothing but red at this point and looking at Sidney, he knew she knew that she'd fucked up. Lunging forward, Matt wrapped both of his hands around her throat, pressing down against the headboard. "You think I'm a monster?" he growled. "You haven't seen shit, sweetheart. You think that was bad? Just you wait." Matt squeezed Sidney's throat tighter, not letting go until her lips started to turn blue. He loved hearing her gasp for breath.

Leaning down, Matt picked his switchblade up from the floor. "I'm going to show you what a monster is, Sidney," he said, spitting her name. Opening the switchblade, he pressed the blade to her throat. "I could slit your throat right now, you know that? Watch you gasp for breath while you choke on your own blood." He pressed the blade harder against her throat until he saw blood start to run from the cut. It wasn't nearly enough to be fatal, but it was enough to hurt and enough to get his point across. "Or maybe I'll cut your pretty little face, then nobody would ever want you again." Smirking, Matt moved the blade to her cheek, making a small cut before he pulled the switchblade away.

"I think you need to make it up to me, Sidney, for kicking me," Matt said, tossing the knife onto his nightstand again. "So you're going to let me fuck your pretty little mouth. And if you do a good job, I might even let you rest. But you'd better do a really good job." He smirked at her as he straddled her hips, resting on his knees as he unzipped his jeans for the second time. Pulling himself from his boxers, he gave himself a few lazy strokes before he pressed his dick to her lips. "Open up nice and wide. Take it all the way down like a good little whore."

{ hello there, zachary }

Zacky let out a breathless groan as Hattie screamed around his cock, his eyes closing. "You feel so good like that, darling. Screaming around my cock like that," he praised, knowing full well that his approval would be a double edged sword with Hattie. She would be relieved he was happy with her but what she would have to do to keep him happy with her wouldn't be something she liked to do in any sense of the word. It wasn't long before Zacky started to cum, keeping Hattie in place on his cock so she would be forced to swallow his cum. He started to sit up fully, opening his mouth to comment on the cum she had dropped. She would have to learn to do better but their little interruption from across the hall caught both of their attention.

Cursing under his breathe, Zacky tucked himself away before launching after Hattie. He caught up to her, slipping an arm around her waist just as she reached Matt's door. He tsk'd, shaking his head as he rolled his hips against hers. He was sure whatever they were about to walk into wasn't going to be a pretty sight for Hattie and God, he couldn't wait. Chuckling at the thought, Zacky breathed in Hattie's ear before nipping at the skin.

"If you wanted to see Matt fuck your friend so bad, you could have simply asked," Zacky growled, reached forward to shove Matt's door open. He wrapped his fingers in Hattie's hair, gripping it at the base of her skull as he forced her forward. He grinned as Matt looked his way, motioning toward Hattie as he surveyed the scene in front of him. Sidney looked like she had been cut several times and her lips were wrapped tightly around Matt's cock.

"Hattie here was concerned that you were hurting her friend when we heard a scream... that's not the case, is it, Matt? Sidney looks like she's having a lot of fun," Zacky commented as he shoved Hattie into the room. Zacky bit back a laugh as he held Hattie in place beside the bed. "Doesn't it look like Sidney is having fun with her lips wrapped around Matt's cock like that?" He teased, running a hand down Hattie's naked torso. "Why don't I touch you, hm? Make you cum as you watch Matt throat fuck your friend," Zacky said, his eyes trained on Hattie as he pressed his hand between her legs, his finger beginning to circle her clit. "Don't be shy now, baby. I want to hear all of those pretty little noises."

---

Sidney started to gasp moments after Matt's fingers wrapped around her throat. With her free hand, she reached up to try and peel Matt's fingers away from her. It was useless and she began to kick out, pulling at her restrained wrist as she tried to inhale. Her eyes were locked on Matt's as she choked, mouthing the word 'please' as many times as she could. Her vision started to get blurry and her movements became sluggish as her eyes started to flutter shut. Just as Sidney thought she was going to pass out, Matt let go and she was left gasping for air. She slumped forward, her head hanging as tears continued to stream down her cheeks.

Her attention was dragged right back up to Matt's face when he pressed the switchblade to her throat. Sidney's eyes widened and her breathe caught. She whimpered as he pressed the knife into her skin, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to will herself to remain calm. Her shoulders sagged as relief washed over her when Matt finally pulled away from her. Beginning to nod before Matt had even finished telling her what she would do to make it up to him, Sidney became even more frantic. Sidney would do just about anything if it meant Matt not killing her, even if that meant sucking Matt off.

Sidney wrapped her lips around Matt's cock, forcing herself further down on him. She started to gag but didn't pull away, swirling her tongue around his cock. Her eyes had fallen shut as she focused on pleasuring Matt, only to jump and pull away when the door was shoved open. Sidney sat frozen for a moment, shame hitting her like a freight train as she caught sight of Hattie. Hattie seeing her like this simply made her want to die. Sidney tried to pull away from Matt so that she could say something, only to whimper when Matt started to reach for his switchblade. Taking as deep of a breathe as she could, Sidney resumed moving on Matt's cock. As long as Matt was happy with her, Sidney thought she could live with the shame of Hattie seeing her like this.

[]

Hattie was surprised that she made it as far as she did before she felt Zacky's arms wrap around her waist. She expected him to drag her back to his room so she immediately began to struggle against his grip. The words he growled in her ear made her freeze, her blood turning cold as she shook her head frantically. No, that wasn't what she wanted, not at all. She didn't want to see her best friend being raped by that monster and she didn't want Sidney or Matt or anyone really to see her naked and exposed like this. But Hattie knew that she didn't really have a choice in the matter, especially when Zacky shoved Matt's door open, tangling his fingers in Hattie's hair once again as he forced her forward.

The first thing Hattie saw when she was shoved into the room was Matt with his dick shoved down Sidney's throat. It brought fresh tears to her eyes, ones that weren't brought on by pain. Hattie hated seeing her best friend being treated like this, even more than she hated the thought of Sidney seeing her like this, naked and with Zacky's hands on her. Hattie shook her head back and forth as an answer to Zacky's question. How could he possibly consider that fun? But of course, they both got some sort of sick satisfaction out of this, out of degrading Hattie and Sidney. Hattie started to cry again when Zacky slipped his hand between her legs. She didn't want him touching her, but it wasn't really like she had a choice.

Hattie knew her that her body would react to Zacky's touch whether she liked it or not. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her make any noises, so she bit her lip, hard enough to almost make herself bleed. She also closed her eyes so that she wouldn't have to look at Sidney, because it wasn't something she wanted to watch and she knew Sidney didn't want her to see it happening. Hattie squirmed against Zacky, trying to get his hand away from her. Just like she knew it would, her body was reacting to his touch and she hated herself for it. She hated her body for feeling any sort of pleasure when he touched her.

---

Matt groaned softly when Sidney took him into her mouth, smirking down at her when she gagged. With his size, it was a sight he was used to, but he never got tired of it. The fact that it was so uncomfortable for her made it all the more better for him. Tangling his fingers in her hair, Matt started to properly fuck her mouth, frowning when the door opened and Sidney pulled away. However, his smirk quickly returned when he saw Zacky shoving a naked Hattie into the room. This would likely be awkward and degrading for both of the girls, but for him and Zacky, it wasn't unusual. And if Hattie or Sidney thought this was bad, he couldn't imagine how they would feel the first time one of them had to take both Zacky and Matt at the same time.

"Of course not," Matt said, his voice sickeningly sweet. He shot Sidney a taunting smile, reaching for his switchblade when she started to pull away. "We're just having a little fun, that's all. Maybe you can have a turn when we're finished, if Zacky's nice enough to share you." No matter what he wanted, he would never touch Hattie without Zacky's permission, just as Zacky would never touch Sidney without his. It was a matter of respect. Turning his attention back to Sidney, Matt forced himself into her mouth again, tossing his switchblade down to grab a fistful of her hair. "Better put on a good show, slut, we have an audience now," he growled to her, starting to thrust his hips into her mouth.

It only took a few more minutes for Matt to reach his climax and he forced Sidney's head down onto his dick as he finished into her mouth. "You'd better swallow every last bit of that," he warned her. "I bet you like the taste of it anyway, stupid little whore." Matt barely bothered to tuck himself back into his boxers before he sat down on his bed. Looking over at Zacky, he found himself smirking. "Well, Zack, what do you think?" he started. "Should we just switch or should we let both of these lovely ladies have the honor of watching while we both fuck the other?"

Zacky smirked when Hattie shuddered against him, his finger circling her clit. He kept one hand rooted in her hair so that she would know better than to try and pull anything funny with him. If Hattie stepped out of line, it would be good for her to begin with but if she did it in front of Matt, it would be so much worse for her. It would be good if she learned her place early on. Chuckling, Zacky started to kiss along her neck, his eyes locked on the little show that Sidney and Matt were putting on for them. He slid his hand a bit further between Hattie's legs, pressing a finger into her pussy. He moaned at the warmth, giving his finger a few pumps before he pressed his thumb against Hattie's clit.

"I want to hear those noises you're trying so desperately to hold in, Hattie. Remember what I said about repeating myself," Zacky warned, pressing a mockingly gentle kiss to her cheek. His grip tightened in her hair. Smirking as he timed his movements with Matt's, Zacky couldn't help but groan as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His gaze darkened as he exhaled, wanting nothing more than to bend Hattie over but there was a time and plate for everything. Right now, it was time to completely humiliate Hattie.

When Matt finished, Zacky took a moment to consider Matt's offer before he smirked and pulled his hand away from Hattie. He pushed her toward the bed, shaking his head. "Hattie was very concerned about Sidney, I wouldn't want to deprive her of the opportunity to watch as I fuck her. Just so she knows that Sidney here is okay," Zacky said with a nod of his head. He turned toward Hattie, giving her a hard look. "Be good for Matt, Hattie. Because if you aren't, I might just have to punish Sidney. Do you want that?" It was one of his favourite little games to play when Matt and he had the girls together because it turned them against each other. It played with their minds, even for the most simple of things. If Hattie or Sidney so much as thought about stepping out of line, the other would pay for it.

---

Sidney started to panic when Matt grabbed a fistful of her hair. She was positive that she would be in trouble if she didn't do well right now and being in trouble was the last thing she wanted. She didn't want Matt to hurt her anymore, she didn't want to even so much as see his switchblade again. Curling her lips around her teeth, Sidney renewed her efforts, squirming slightly until she was at a better angle to be able to take Matt down her throat. She didn't even care that Hattie and Zacky were watching, just focused on pleasing Matt as her tongue swirled around his cock. Gagging as Matt came down her throat, she did her best to swallow every last drop.

She was breathless as Matt pulled away, coughing and spluttering as she reached up with her free hand to wipe away the drool from her bottom lip. Sidney closed her eyes, pulling her knees closer to her chest. Her eyes flew open when Matt and Zacky spoke, a chill running down her spine as realization dawned on her. It wasn't going to be Matt this time that fucked her, it was going to be Zacky. That wasn't even what scared her the most, it was the knowledge that if Matt was sharing her now, he would share her again.

"P-Please," Sidney spoke, letting out a small sob. Turning her head to wipe her tears away on her shoulder, Sidney whimpered as Zacky stepped closer to her. Her eyes were wide as she shuffled as far away as she could. Turning toward Matt, Sidney's bottom lip began to wobble. "You said I could rest!"

[it feels so weird writing as Zacky ]

Hattie whimpered when she felt Zacky's hand slip further between her legs, feeling him press a finger into her. Having his hands on her made her feel disgusting. She didn't want him to hear the noises she was holding in, she didn't want to give him that satisfaction. But she knew that if she didn't, Zacky would make her suffer. So Hattie tried to let herself make noise, several soft moans slipping past her lips. When she heard Matt's offer to Zacky, Hattie's blood ran cold. Having Zacky touch her was bad enough, but Matt? She didn't know if she could handle it. Matt seemed to be more violent and rough than even Zacky and Zacky hadn't done anything besides force her to suck his dick.

Stumbling when Zacky shoved her, Hattie's eyes went wide when she realized what he was saying. Were they going to keep them in the same room? No. No, they couldn't. It was bad enough having to see Sidney with Matt's dick in her mouth, but to have to watch while Zacky raped her? Hattie didn't think she could handle it. And if Zacky and Matt were willing to share Sidney and Hattie now, what about in the future? She'd heard Matt mention something about forcing Hattie or Sidney to take Matt and Zacky at the same time and the thought made Hattie shudder. Hattie shook her head when Zacky asked if she wanted him to punish Sidney. She hated the thought of taking Matt, but she would do it if it meant keeping Sidney safe from Zacky's wrath.

Hattie whimpered as Matt reached out for her, throwing her onto the bed next to Sidney. He immediately crawled over her, his hand slipping between her legs and Hattie choked back a sob. Every fiber of her body was screaming at her to lash out at Matt, but she knew that doing so would risk having Zacky hurt Sidney and she didn't want that. So Hattie laid back, letting Matt do what he wanted to do.She turned her head to the side, facing the wall. Hattie didn't want to have to watch Zacky fuck Sidney. It was bad enough having to watch Matt force his dick down her throat. Right now, more than anything, Hattie wished she could crawl into a hole and die. She regretted every decision she'd made that led up to this.

---

"Oh, but you wouldn't hurt Sidney, right, Zack?" Matt asked, smirking. "Only fuck her. And I think you'll enjoy it. She's got a good little pussy, nice and tight. I think you'll enjoy yourself." He stood up from the bed, stepping aside to let Zacky move closer to Sidney. He looked over, wanting to see the panic on her face as she faced the realization of having to let Zacky take her, laughing when she turned to him. "I said you could rest?" Matt repeated. "Guess what? I fucking lied. And technically, you are getting to rest. You're getting a rest from me. Zacky's a different story. And if you don't do what he wants you to do, I won't hesitate to use that switchblade on your little friend. And I know you don't want that, right, Sidney? You want to keep Hattie safe?"

Turning away from Sidney, Matt reached out for Hattie, tossing her on the bed next to Sidney. Fucking them next to each other would make it even more humiliating and degrading for Hattie and Sidney and even better for Matt and Zacky. Next to him, Zacky started to undress Sidney, roughly yanking her jeans and underwear down her legs. Her thighs were covered in bruises, liking from how rough Matt had been with her when the girls were first brought back to the cabin. She also had a bruise in the shape of a hand around her throat, telling Zacky that Sidney had faced the wrath of Matt's terrible temper at least once. She would likely never do it again, but then again, fear normally made these girls do stupid things.

Reaching down, Zacky pulled himself from his boxers, giving his dick a few lazy pumps as he settled between Sidney's legs. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her ear. "Let's see if your pussy is as good as Matt says it is, yeah?" Pushing into Sidney, Zacky groaned into her ear as he started to move, settling on a brutal pace. Using one hand to keep her hips in place, Zacky used the other to push Sidney's shirt up, revealing her chest. She had an incredible set of tits and he was glad Matt was letting him get his hands on them. Hearing Hattie's noises of pain next to them on the bed only spurred Zacky on, fucking Sidney almost relentlessly until he'd had enough, finishing inside of her. Propping himself up on his elbows as he pulled out of her, Zacky looked down at Sidney with a smirk, patting her patronizingly on the cheek. "Good girl," he said, tucking himself back into his boxers.

{I can imagine }

Zacky was all about dragging things out for as long as possible, Matt knew that. He liked watching the potential hope in his girl's eyes for a few hours before he finally decided to fuck them. If he gave them hope before ripping it out from under their feet, then they were a lot less likely to defy him because he was unpredictable. They had no clue what to expect form him so when they wouldn't try to pull anything stupid with him, at least Zacky found that to be true for the most part. Sometimes girls got a little brave for his liking but that was always easy for him to stomp out.

Matt smirked as he reached forward to pull Hattie toward him. "Come here, I just want to have a little bit of fun with you..." he trailed off, shoving Hattie down onto the bed. Climbing above her, Matt smirked as he watched her turn her head away, tsking lowly. Sliding his hand up her side slowly, Matt's fingers wrapped loosely around her chin so that he could force her to look as Zacky started to fuck Sidney. "Keep your eyes on her, Hattie. If you're so concerned about her being safe..." Matt trailed off as he pulled himself free from his boxers. Leaving his hand around her throat as a gentle reminder of her precarious situation, Matt smirked as he pressed into Hattie.

"Fuck. You're so tight, wet," Matt grunted, pressing sloppy kisses all over the side of Hattie's face and neck. He settled into a steady rhythm of sharp snaps of his hips, each thrust intended to punish Hattie. It wasn't even that she had seemed to do anything wrong but Matt wanted to make sure that Hattie feared being with him. Grunting as his orgasm started to hit, Matt nipped the side of her neck with his teeth. He pulled away suddenly, pumping his cock to cum all over her lower stomach. He sat back, grinning as he tucked himself away. "Zacky's going to take you back now but I do so hope you have a good time with me."

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Sidney couldn't have held back her sobs when she realized Matt had lied, she wasn't getting any rest. Somehow the idea of having to take Zacky was so much worse than what she had already taken because this was someone else. Not only was one man going to rape her but a second one was and there wasn't a single damn thing that she could do about it. Sidney only offered a small nod of her head when Matt asked if she wanted to keep Hattie safe. Of course she would listen, of course she wanted to keep her best friend as safe as possible. When Zacky went to undress her, Sidney didn't dare resist him. She went as far as to spread her legs the moment that her underwear was tossed away.

Grunting as Zacky pressed into her, Sidney whimpered at his words. His words disgusted her, made her feel like nothing more than worthless whore. SHe remembered out annoyed Matt had been when she made noises so she was quick to press her lips shut, more afraid of Matt than she was of Zacky at this point. when Zacky started to pull her shirt up, Sidney didn't even think about what she was doing.

Sidney reached up, gripping the edge of her shirt. She tried to push her shirt back down, wanting to preserve any sense of dignity that she had left. Giving up, Sidney's hand dropped to the side and she laid there, her eyes closed as tightly as her lips were. When Zacky finally had finished, Sidney flinched as he patted her cheek. She opened her eyes, offering a little glare before she heard a grunt of pain from Hattie and that was all it took to wipe the look off of her face.