Holding You

Chapter 8

Beth wriggled against the tape on her wrists, trying to free herself. But all she seemed to be doing was ripping her arm hair out and bruising her wrists. She felt the fear well up inside her the moment her captors drug RickyJo from the room. Even though they were both restrained, having the fierce and fearless woman with her just made Beth feel safer. Now she was alone with these strangers. And the one that left with RickyJo instructed the other two to interrogate her.

Beth was afraid these women might start torturing her. But the older woman just stood against the wall, chain smoking cigarette after cigarette. The younger one crouched down in front of Beth and asked her some questions. Mostly about where she was from and how large her group was. When Beth refused to tell her anything she quickly lost interest and headed back across the room to stand near her friend. They seemed more interested in discussing the possible relationship between RickyJo and their companion than they were in anything Beth had to say.

When the door swung open, they must have assumed that it was only their other team member returning. Because before they even reacted to her sudden appearance, RickyJo shot the younger woman through the eye, killing her instantly. She rushed at the older woman, who was fumbling for her gun. RickyJo hit the woman with the full weight of her body, slamming her against the wall. The woman looked like she didn't have much fight in her after the first hit. But RickyJo grabbed her head and slammed it against the wall, knocking her out. Or maybe it killed her. Beth saw a large puddle starting to form under her head the moment she slumped to the ground. RickyJo took the lighter that was still clutched in her hand and the cigarettes from her pocket, stuffing them into the inner pocket of her leather jacket.

"You okay?," she asked Beth. Beth nodded as she rubbed the feeling back into her wrists. RickyJo cut her ankles loose next. Her shirt was wet and half unbuttoned. There was a large bruise swelling up on the left side of her face.

"Are you okay?," Beth asked. RickyJo nodded and pulled the smaller woman to her feet, shoving a gun into her hands. Before they headed out the door, RickyJo leaned down and untied the tourniquet on the man's arm, ensuring that he would not only bleed out, but turn once he was dead.

Their problem now was that the building they were being held in was a walker filled maze. And both of them were blindfolded when they came in. So they didn't know which way to go. Beth stuck as close as she could to RickyJo. She felt safer that way. They passed the room where Laney must have taken RickyJo. Because the woman was tied up on the floor inside. Beth could see her thrashing and wiggling, trying to free herself of the duct tape RickyJo wrapped around her wrists and ankles.

After they fought their way down the first hallway, clearing it of the dead as they went. But their efforts were useless. They fought their way to a dead end. Beth saw a sign outside one of the doors that said KILL FLOOR. She jumped when the radio on RickyJo's hip beeped and a man's voice came through.

We checked the perimeter. Is it safe to come in?

RickyJo lifted the radio. She paused for a moment. And when she spoke into it, she imitated her ex girlfriend's voice. Complete with a little hint of a spanish accent.

Meet us on the kill floor.

Beth wasn't sure what RickyJo was planning to do. Not until she saw her tip over two large red cans full of gasoline. The foul smelling liquid poured out, flooding out across the small room and filling it with fumes. RickyJo pulled Beth into another room nearby. Then they waited for the men to come. Beth could hear their voices. And the clang of their boots against the concrete floor. When the last one passed the door, RickyJo lit the cigarette in her mouth. Beth thought about staying hidden inside the room. She didn't want to see what was about to happen. But she felt like her body was moving on its own.

RickyJo slid the door shut, trapping the man inside the small tile room that was full of gasoline. She tossed her lit smoke in just before the door latched shut. Pulling the hanging metal pin up, she stuck it in the handle, locking the door from the outside. So none of them could escape. Beth could hear the men inside screaming as they burned to death. It seemed like the screaming was getting louder. Beth realized it was because she was screaming too. RickyJo grabbed her, holding the smaller woman against her.

"We had to do it," she coaxed, rubbing her hands over Beth's hair. "They were gonna do bad things to us if we didn't get'em." Beth held on. She took a deep breath to calm herself. That's when she realized the hallway was filling with smoke. They needed to get out of this place. Beth straightened up and got her gun out.

Since they heard the men come in, now they knew which way to go to get out. The two women hurried through the place, eager to breathe air that wasn't full of the smells of gasoline and death. Beth pulled a door open to find a gun pointed at her. Rick's gun. She lowered her weapon and rushed into his arms. Beth wasn't sure if she was okay. But she was physically unharmed. So she nodded her head when Rick asked her. Next he wanted to know if all the people that took part in her kidnapping were dead. Beth shook her head.

"Almost all of them," she said. "RickyJo tied up the girl she knew. She's still alive."

Daryl and Merle were yanking at RickyJo. Merle was trying to hug her while Daryl was trying to get a look at the darkening bruise on her face. RickyJo didn't seem to mind, but Beth didn't know how the woman could put up with the two of them. They were constantly jerking her around like a ragdoll. Merle released his grip on her when he heard what Beth said.

"You knew one of them?," he asked, "From fuckin' where? Who's tied up down there."

"No one," RickyJo insisted, "Let's just go home." Beth's mouth dropped a little. She had no idea why RickyJo was lying. And she didn't like it. Rick would be upset with her later if he found out she wasn't telling the whole truth. This wasn't high school relationship drama. This was life or death.

"It wasn't no one," Beth said. RickyJo motioned to her, gesturing for Beth to shut her trap. "It was your ex-girlfriend. You said her name was Laney."

At the mere mention of the woman's name, both Daryl and Merle went completely berserk. Both of them started screaming at RickyJo, who now had her bruised face buried in her hands. Then they started screaming at each other. The two of them were throwing such an epic fit that even the man their group was still holding hostage was staring at them with his mouth open. Daryl grabbed RickyJo, yanking her hands down from her face.

"Is she the one that snatched you up," Daryl asked. RickyJo nodded.

"She did that to yer face too?," Merle asked. RickyJo sighed and nodded again. Laney also tried to stab her in her pregnant stomach and got a few good hits in before RickyJo beat her ass and tied her up. But she decided not to mention that. "That dyke is dead fuckin' meat!," Merle hollered. He started charging off down the hall. RickyJo grabbed the back of his shirt and dug in her heels, trying to stop him from heading further inside the smoky building.

"Stop!," she hollered at him. "I'm fine. You don't have to kill her!"

Daryl must not have appreciated her sudden forgiving attitude. Because he smacked RickyJo's hands off the back of his brother's shirt and started screaming at her. And RickyJo must have had her limit with him because this time she started screaming back. You're still in love with her! No I'm not! And don't you touch me like that! I'll touch you however I want, yer my wife! Not for long you asshole! When RickyJo balled up her fist like she was going to swing on Daryl, Merle shoved in between them. First he pushed Daryl back and told him to shut the fuckin' hell up. Then he turned to RickyJo and backed her away from Daryl.

"We're gonna deal with this shit at home. That bitch is part of the group we came here to take out. She took you prisoner. She's fuckin' done. If you dont' wanna see her die then stay the fuck here, RickyJo!"

Her bottom lip started to quiver. But RickyJo made no move to stop him when Merle turned and headed inside the building. Daryl went tearing after him. Tara put her arm around RickyJo and led her outside for some fresh air. They sat down on the tailgate of a truck. RickyJo wiped her face up, making some attempt to collect herself. It had been a long night. They were all running on pure adrenaline at his point. When a gunshot rang out from inside the building, Tara felt RickyJo flinch. But she didn't say anything else.

Tara was curious about the woman inside. The woman RickyJo clearly had strong feelings for at some point in her life. Tara wondered what the woman looked like. She tried to imagine what sort of girl RickyJo would fall in love with but she was coming up with nothing. Tara made a mental note to ask her about it later. Now was clearly not a good time.

"Is she dead?," RickyJo asked Merle as he approached from inside the building. He shook his head. "Don't bullshit me," she hissed, "I heard the gunshot."

"That was Rick," Daryl told her. "He shot that bald guy we took hostage from the other location. When we went in, Laney was already gone. There was cut tape on the floor. The window was busted. No way to track 'er. Too many people have been comin' and goin'."

"Good," RickyJo told him, crossing her arms under her breasts and narrowing her eyes at him. One glance at Daryl's face was all it took for Tara to hop down from the bed of the truck and make herself scarce. Merle was already sliding behind the driver's seat. Daryl seized RickyJo by the arm and hauled her towards the passenger door.

"Get in the truck," he ordered, shoving her. She cursed at him but did as he said and climbed inside the truck. Climbing in on her own sounded better to her than being shoved into the cab of the truck face first. Which was what RickyJo guessed was about to happen if she didn't do as she was told.

Not waiting to see if everyone else was ready to go or not, Merle backed the truck out of the parking spot and gassed it, heading back towards Alexandria. RickyJo wasn't particularly pleased with either of her husbands at the moment. But since Daryl was the one manhandling her, she scooted away from him and closer to Merle. Daryl was quick to snatch her around the waist, yanking her back across the small space until his body was flush with hers. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other hand cupping her roughly between the legs.

"Yer mine," he hissed, biting at the sensitive skin under her ear as he squeezed her pussy through her jeans.

"Lemme go asshole," she spit back, tossing an elbow behind her in the hopes that she would make contact with his ribs. Her aim was half hearted at best. She was already rocking her hips into his rough grip, trying to get some friction against her clit. Daryl released his hold on her and smacked her hard between the legs. She let out a little high pitched squeak of surprise.

"Say it," he ordered. "Say yer mine."

"Fuck you," RickyJo hissed back. He hit her again, two more hard smacks before she reached behind her and started clawing up the length of Daryl's thigh.

"You want me to spank yer pussy pink before I fuck you?," he asked, smacking her again. RickyJo's head was lolling back against his shoulder. She took her hands out from behind her and reached for the button on her jeans. Before she could unsnap it, they were both tossed against the door of the truck. A walker was in the middle of the road. And Merle was so busy watching what was going on inside the cab of the truck that he nearly hit it head on and had to swerve at the last minute to avoid sending the shambling creature straight through their windshield.

"You assholes are gonna make me crash this fuckin' truck!," he hollered.

"Well keep yer eyes on the fuckin road then!," Daryl yelled back. Merle grumbled a few curse words under his breath. Spotting an open garage up ahead, he steered the truck inside and switched the engine off. Daryl climbed down out of the truck, pulling RickyJo with him. He heard the rattle of the garage door being lowered. The light inside dimmed. But there were two windows on the opposite wall. So at least he could still see. RickyJo's hands were under his shirt, her nails scratching down the length of his back.

"Get yer pants down," he ordered, yanking at the zipper of her jeans. RickyJo ignored him, reaching down the back of his pants instead. She grabbed his ass hard with both her hands, slamming her hips into his as she pulled him against her. He pushed her pants down, baring her ass. He groped at her with one hand, shoving the other hand between her legs and penetrating her with two of his fingers at once. From the slick feel of her, he could tell that she had already found her release at least once. And he was pretty sure it wasn't in the truck when he was grabbing her. The thought that something might have happened between RickyJo and Laney at the outpost had him wild with the need to possess her.

Daryl lifted her onto the back of the truck, raking her jeans the rest of the way down her legs. They tangled up around her ankles, caught on her boots. Not wanting to take the time to deal with her laces, Daryl ducked down, swinging her legs up and over his head so that he was between her naked thighs and her feet were pinned together behind him. He only pushed his own pants down far enough to expose his dick, slamming his entire length into her the moment his erection sprung free. RickyJo wasn't prepared for such a sudden intrusion and she cried out as her insides were forced open. He pulled all the way out, eliciting a second scream when he slammed into her again. Grabbing her thighs with his hands, he spread them wide and fucked her hard and fast. The noise of flesh hitting flesh mingled with her screams. And then with the little high pitched noises she made when she found her release. The insides of her spasmed around him, flooding with fluid and heat. Daryl pulled her tight against him as he filled her with his own emission, his face damp with a sheen of sweat and the tears he would later insist he hadn't cried.

"I love you baby," she crooned, rubbing her hands over his back and through his hair. "I'll never leave you. Love ya so much."

Merle cleared his throat. Loudly. Both their heads snapped up. To be perfectly honest, RickyJo forgot he was even there. And she guessed the same was true for Daryl. Because he only ever got that intense with her when they were alone. RickyJo looked Merle over. He was leaning casually against the side of the truck, smoking a cigarette with a little smirk on his face.

"Is this the kinda shit y'all two be doin' when I'm not around?," he asked. RickyJo shrugged.

"Sometimes," she admitted.

"Was kinda hot," Merle announced, clamping his cigarette between his teeth while he adjusted the bulge in his pants. "Cry some more," he suggested to Daryl with a laugh, "...maybe it'll get her off again."

Daryl ignored him, kissing RickyJo on the neck one more time before he ducked down and moved out from between her legs. He advanced on his brother, snagging the lit cigarette from Merle's mouth and taking a long drag. RickyJo hopped down off the bed of the truck, bending down with the intention of pulling her pants back up. But Merle caught her by the arm, pulling her back up before she could grasp the waistline of her pants.

"Oh, ya know yer not done yet sugar," he drawled. Spinning RickyJo around, he pressed his hips against her ass. "Bend over and put yer elbows down on the truck."

She did as she was told, her back curving inward as she thrust her hips up and back. Her insides were already sore and overly sensitive. Even though he pushed inside her more gently than Daryl had, she still cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Merle's hand clamped down on her shoulder, securing her in place. RickyJo expected him to pound into her. Hard and rough, the way Daryl just did. But instead Merle did the opposite. Pulling almost all the way out, he moved agonizingly slow. Inch by inch he entered her, pulling back and repeating the process until she was writhing and begging for mercy beneath him. Please. Holy shit. Please. I need you. He loved fucking RickyJo from behind. Because it gave him a good view. Not only of her tight little asshole. But also of the tattoos on her lower back. And usually he could see the old faded burn scars on her shoulders, though currently those were covered by her shirt.

Finally, Merle gave in to her pleading. He slammed into her a few times. When he felt a hard orgasm ripple through her body, he came with her. He moaned, the sound a low rumble in his throat as he coated her insides with his seed. The best part about her already being pregnant was not having to worry about getting her pregnant again. Not that he was ever that worried about it before. The apocalypse put a slight damper on his plans. But when Merle pictured himself with RickyJo, he always assumed they would have a big family. Preferably with lots of little miniatures of himself running around.

RickyJo pulled her pants back up. She grabbed Merle, knocking a little kiss on his cheek before she headed for the passenger door of the truck. Daryl swung it open for her. Like a gentleman this time, instead of like a kidnapper. She leaned her head against his shoulder as Merle pulled the garage door back open. By the time they were backing out of the driveway, she was already asleep.

Merle parked the truck, shaking his head at what he was sure were the two laziest copilots in history. RickyJo was asleep almost before he backed out of that garage. And Daryl nodded out about a mile down the road later. Merle opened the passenger door carefully, not wanting to spill them out onto the ground. He nudged Daryl, hissing his name. Daryl awoke with a start, his body tensing.

"S'alright," Merle whispered. "We're home. Better get 'er outta there and into bed before she hurts her back sleepin' in that truck." Daryl scrubbed the sleep from his eyes and carefully lowered himself down out of the truck. He used his hand to keep RickyJo from sliding out until Merle could lean into the truck and lift her up into his arms. It was a long night for all of them. They headed for home, eager for the comfort of their own bed and the hard sleep that was sure to come the moment they laid down in it. The truck Merle drove them home in wasn't his. He took it from the satellite outpost. The back was full of what appeared to be empty packing crates and rolled up tarps. But Merle didn't bother to check it over very well. If he had, he might have realized they drove home with an unwelcome visitor in the back.

It took every bit of Laney's willpower to stay hidden and quiet in the bed of the pickup truck. Especially when she heard what she was sure was her girlfriend being savagely raped by Daryl and his disgusting nazi brother. But Laney knew if the Dixons so much as even saw her face, she was dead. So she bit her lip and dug her nails into her palm. Laney stayed hidden under the pile of rolled up tarps until all she could hear was silence. Then she slowly climbed out and looked at her surroundings. She would have preferred to find RickyJo first. They could escape this place together. But Laney didn't even have a clue where to start looking. This group was far too large and too well armed. And she was only one woman. Laney needed backup. And she knew exactly where she could get it.