The Hardest Part Is Letting Go Of Your Dreams

A month later Frank and I have both found jobs and tomorrow we are moving into our own apartment. We both have a day off so we travel back to Jersey to clear our stuff from the house Bert now lives in on his own and see Mikey. By the time the six hour drive is over we are glad to get out of the car and when we pull up at Mikey's he runs out into the yard and wraps me in his arms before pulling away and hugging Frank too. After an hour catching up with Mikey I leave to go back to the house, Frank not wanting to see Bert so I go alone to pack up my things, a moving truck scheduled to meet me there in an hour. When I get to the house Bert's car isn't there so I smile and sigh in relief glad I won't have to see him, but when I unlock the door and go inside I find him in the living room, drunk and high with Bob. I freeze at the sight of Bob and he chuckles before Bert stands up and walks towards me, stumbling slightly before he backs me against the wall and says "Well well well you come crawling back did you?" I try to shove him off but he's always been stronger than me so it doesn't do much good as I say "No I'm just here for my stuff." Bert's hand comes up and slaps me across the face as he spits out "No. You're here now and you're staying. You are my boyfriend remember?" I shake my head as I clutch my cheek with one hand and say "Actually I'm married so I'm not anyone's boyfriend. Get the fuck off me" before bringing my leg up and kneeing Bert in the crotch. He steps back and doubles over, cupping his crotch with his hands and I take my
opportunity to run but I only make it as far as the living room door before my hair is grabbed and I feel a cold hard pressure on my lower back. "Not so fast Gee baby" I hear Bob say and I whimper low in my throat as I realise what the pressure is. "Please don't hurt me" I plead, thoughts of Frank flooding my
mind as I'm held at gunpoint. Bob chuckles wickedly before the gun is removed from my back and I'm spun around to face him, the gun returning to press into my jaw. "I'll make you a deal Gee. You do exactly what I say and I might let you leave here alive. You disobey, I'll kill you, your brother and your husband and not necessarily in that order." I slowly nod my head and he smiles before removing the gun. I sigh in relief, my breath coming out in terrified pants as Bobs grip on my arm tightens and he turns to Bert saying "We have a play thing now. What should we do with him?" Bert gets a sadistic smirk on his face as he says "I do believe the last time we were together we were interrupted babe. How about we fix that." My eyes widen in fear as the memory flashes in my mind and I try to squirm out of Bobs grip but he tightens it to the point of severe pain for me and he flashes the gun in my face again. I still and Bert walks over and starts tearing at my clothes. I stand and let him, tears silently streaming down my face and when I'm naked Bert forces me to the ground, face down. At the first touch of his hands to my ass I thrash around and try to fight him off but the gun is pressed to the back of my head, stilling me again as Bert spreads my cheeks and spits on my hole before sliding one finger in causing me great discomfort at how dry it is. Bert laughs and forces another finger into me and I squirm forward, trying to slide off his fingers and after a minute Bert pulls them out and says "I need lube or this is gonna hurt me too. He's so fucking tight, Frankie must be a complete pussy." I bury my face in the floor and let out a sob before Bert returns and I hear Bob chuckle and something big and cold and wet is pressed at my entrance before it's shoved forward, tearing me open and cashing me to scream out in agony. I buck my hips and try to crawl away but a hand clamps down on my shoulders, keeping me in place before Bobs voice says "Shh now Gee. You wouldn't want him to accidentally pull the trigger now would you?" And realisation sets in that he's raping me with Bobs gun. Bert starts sliding it in and out of me and I scream out again in agony as I can feel the blood running down my thighs and Bob kicks me in the face, silencing me and I slump into the floor, sobbing silently as I close my eyes and just pray for this to be over. After a few minutes which feel like hours to me the gun is removed and Bert slides his way inside me, thrusting hard and fast and I'm so torn open and in so much pain already that I just lay there and take it. "Look at this shit. You messed up my favourite pistol" I hear Bob say before he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head up off the floor, causing my back to bend in a painful way and pressing the gun to my lips. "You're gonna clean this up for me" he barks out before he presses hard against my lips, causing me to open my mouth where he slides his gun in and out telling me to lick it all clean. I sob as I basically give his gun head while he thrusts it in and out of my mouth before he pulls it away and throws my head back on the floor. I have given up all hope of fighting this now and just lay back and take it, praying it will all end soon or that Bob really does shoot me. I feel Bert slow his rhythm before he slides something inside me alongside his dick and I buck in pain before going limp again and Bob chuckles and says "Wow that's fucking hot." "Ahh I know right" Bert answers. All too soon Bert slows before I feel his dick pulse against my raw swollen insides right before he cums and it feels like I'm being set on fire from the inside. I scream out before going silent again and I feel Bert's fist connect with the back of my head before he pulls out and it sounds like he leaves the room. I am left alone for a few minutes before hands roughly grab my shoulders and I am flipped over onto my back, sending searing jolts of pain up my spine and I don't have the energy to cry out anymore, I just whimper pathetically. Bob kneels down and straddles my chest as he undoes his pants and says "Now it's my turn. You bite and I will shoot you" before pulling his dick out and rubbing the already leaking head over my lips with one hand and pressing the gun to my temple with his other. I whimper again before opening my mouth and letting him violate me. After a few minutes of me gagging and trying to breathe around him there's a knock at the door and I thank god that someone will be able to help me but Bob stills, his dick still in my mouth and he hisses out "Keep fucking silent." I nod as much as I can before I hear Bert answer the door and talk to the delivery guys, telling them they must have the wrong house cause he has no idea what they're talking about. I desperately want to scream for help but the dick in my mouth and the gun to my temple stop me and as soon as the sound of the door closing reaches our ears Bob starts thrusting again. I lay there taking it, crying and gagging as Bert comes back into the room and sits down on the couch, watching me be raped and tortured and before I know it I hear the front door open and footsteps head this way before Franks voice screams out "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" and Bob pulls out of my mouth. Oxygen floods to my lungs again and I choke on it before letting out one last pathetic sob/whimper and everything goes black and nothing hurts anymore.

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