Hotel Key

Chapter 37

** I usually consider the M rating as warning enough. But there's a bad flashback in this chapter that includes a semi-graphic rape scene. Proceed at your own risk.**

When RickyJo laid down the night before, she didn't think she was going to get much sleep. Aside from the fact that she was chained to a wall and being held hostage, the blow up mattress she was lying on wasn't inflated very well. So everytime she shifted her body, even the slightest, she was jostled around like a dinghy on the open ocean. But being pregnant worked in her favor. Because in the end, she was so tired from not only the stress of everything that happened that day, but also just from carrying her baby around inside her that only a short time after she rested her head in the crook of her arm, she passed out from sheer exhaustion.

RickyJo wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep. And she wasn't in any hurry to wake up and face her horrid circumstances. Instead she hugged the edge of her dreams, not able to control what was happening in them even though she knew full well that she was asleep and none of it was real.

She ran her hands over her stomach, which was flat and toned, like before she got pregnant. And when she looked down, she saw that she was clad only in her favorite pair of cowboy boots and her shorts. Her breasts were bare and the top button of her denim cutoffs was undone. She was outside. But it took her a moment to figure out where she was. Because the large hotels and condominiums that littered the area in real life were gone. There was only the ocean and the dunes, stretching as far as the eye could see. But once she looked out over the clear blue water, she knew she was in Mexico.

At first, she was alone as she stared out over the water. But when she turned back around, both Daryl and Merle were there. She pulled the cowboy hat off her head, using it to cover her bare breasts. Her hair was loose and spilling down over her shoulders. She could feel the soft brush of it against the bare skin of her back. Just having the two men in such close proximity to her was making the heat pool between her legs. Fuck it, she thought, I'm dreaming anyway. RickyJo placed her hat back on her head and lifted her arms, lacing her fingers together and resting her hands on top of the hat. Her full breasts lifted with her movements, pointing her hard pink nipples upwards. She closed her eyes, feeling the salty breeze that was blowing in off the ocean.

RickyJo could have sworn that both the brothers were fully clothed when they appeared on the beach in front of her. But when she opened her eyes, they were both naked from the waist up. Their bare chests and defined arms were on full display. And she found she was eager for the press of both their bodies against hers. She closed her eyes when Daryl's lips found hers. Merle moved behind her, sucking on her neck. Her body was sandwiched between them. And she could feel two sets of hands roaming over her curves. Her denim shorts were unzipped and pushed down gently over the curve of her hips, leaving her completely bare. Merle's hands cupped her breasts from behind, his fingers tugging at her nipples. Her first orgasm rippled through her, leaving her wanting more. She felt her hat lifted off her head. And then she was being bent forward, forced into an awkward position that she wouldn't have been able to stay in for long if there weren't two sets of hands holding her in place and steadying her. Daryl's erection brushed against her cheek. And when she turned her head, taking him into her mouth she felt herself being roughly penetrated from behind. She couldn't speak with her lips wrapped around Daryl's dick. She could only place her hands on his hips and relax her throat the best she could as he began to slide himself in and out of her mouth. Merle was slamming into her from behind over and over again. And being taken by both of them at once was like sensory overload. Before long she bolted awake, gasping as her orgasm shook her body.

RickyJo squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the intense sensations to abate. Then she scrubbed her face with her hands. One move had her feeling the chain around her ankle. And it didn't take her long to remember where she was and the horrid predicament she was in. She was thirty and her body was stiff from sleeping on the air mattress. And she needed to pee in the worst way. A strange noise from the other side of the room rocked her the rest of the way into consciousness. She glanced over, hoping that there was a possibility that she was still asleep and this was part of her nightmare. But also knowing that it wasn't.

A man in a ski mask was kneeling near the wall on the other side of the small room. His shirt was off and RickyJo could see that he had a large wolf tattooed on his left bicep. There was a girl kneeling in front of him. She was completely naked except for the cheap sequined mardi gras mask across the top half of her face. Even with the top half of her face covered, RickyJo could tell she was probably high school aged at most. She was too young to be involved in a kidnapping. And certainly far too young to be getting railed from behind by the man with the wolf tattoo.

RickyJo clenched her legs together. She was trying to stay as still as possible to avoid any interaction with the odd couple a few feet away from her. But she knew if she didn't get up soon, she was literally going to pee her pants. Finally she tossed the dingy sleeping bag off and headed for the bucket in the corner of the room. If they can do underage doggystyle in front of me, she told herself, then I guess I can pee in front of them. She was grateful for the large baggy hoodie she was wearing. Because even when she pulled her leggings down, most of her was still covered. She braced her hand against the wall and crouched over the bucket, trying not to sigh in relief when a forceful stream of urine began to practically pour out of her. She kept her eyes on her feet, trying to pretend that she didn't see the rutting man's eyes focused on her as she relieved herself. The moment she was done peeing, she yanked her leggings back up, not caring that the last drop probably went into her underpants.

RickyJo couldn't leave. So she sat down on the mattress and grabbed for the water these men left her, taking a large swig. She tried to keep her eyes off the man and the girl. With any luck they would be done soon and then hopefully they would get out of her room and leave her alone. The man grabbed the girl by her hair, pumping his hips into her until he came with a loud grunting groan. When the man rose to his feet and headed for the door, RickyJo let out a sigh of relief. But that was quickly followed by a gasp of shock. Because when the first man left the room, another one entered. The tall man in the white devil mask that spoke to her the night before. RickyJo scooted back until she was against the wall and huddled with her arms around her knees. Her legs were squished against her stomach. But she was too focused on the man to take notice of the discomfort. The other girl in the room didn't seem to be any more enthused with the situation than RickyJo was. Because she took one look at the tall man in the devil mask and started hollering her complaints.

"What the hell is this?," she squawked. She backed up a few steps, her small breasts jiggling as she moved. She tried to dart around the tall man but he caught her by the arm. She glanced towards the door and began yelling. "Derek! DEREK! HEY! I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS!" RickyJo assumed the girl was calling the man with the wolf tattoo. But before she could say anything else, the tall man brought his hand down hard across her face.

"NO NAMES," he hissed, casting his eyes towards RickyJo before he looked down at the girl. "You know the rules," he added. There was a little blood pooling up in the corner of the girl's mouth. But that didn't stop the man from pressing his mouth down against hers. She yanked and thrashed, trying to free herself from his grip. But it was no use. The man not only had a decisive height advantage, he probably outweighed the skinny little twig of a girl by a hundred pounds. Despite how hard she was struggling, it seemed to take the man almost no effort at all to pin her down on the floor and force her legs apart.

"What the hell are you doing?," RickyJo hollered. "She said NO!" Before she even realized what she was doing, she had the plastic coated chain in her hands and was stepping towards the man with the clear intent to wrap it around his neck and choke him with it.

"You better sit your ass right back down," the man ordered, pointing towards the soggy air mattress. He flashed her an evil grin as he pinched at the girl's nipple. "...Unless you'd like to take her place." RickyJo felt the terror filling her like air in a balloon. She dropped the chain and stepped back. She didn't return to the air mattress. Instead she sunk down in the corner of the room and covered her ears with her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to let her mind go where it was bound to. Memories of her mother invaded her thoughts, flooding her with terrible memories that she'd repressed long ago.

…"Don't let him in," RickyJo cried, already darting around the edge of the ratty arm chair as she looked for the best place to hide. "Momma! Don't open the door."

Her mother shushed her, holding a finger to her lips impatiently as she hurried from the bathroom and pressed her face to the door, peering through the peephole. Her mother's raggedy thin body was already starting to shake as she reached for the doorknob.

"Momma, please!," RickyJo pleaded. Her mother shushed her again.

"Momma's sick," she said. "I need the medicine he's bringing me." RickyJo began to whimper and her mother put her finger to her lips again. "Just keep quiet. Everything will be fine"

RickyJo let out one more frightened whimper as she sunk down and wedged herself between the chair and the wall. The worn fabric of the chair was rough and scratchy against her cheek. And the chair itself smelled of cat urine and mildew. But the girl stayed wedged there, hiding herself the best she could in the tiny rent by the week motel room.

She knew the men that came by the shoes they wore. There was only one nice one. He wore brightly colored sneakers. Once he let her cling to his hand as he walked her down the street and bought her a small box of chicken nuggets and a milkshake from McDonalds. He looked sad for her when he brought her back and left her alone with her mother, who was passed out on the bed from the pills he sold her.

Today, the man that entered the room was wearing brown combat boots. RickyJo shivered in fear. He was the worst of them all. He was the one that gave her mommy a shot in the arm. Sometimes he would tear her mother's clothes off and climb on top of the woman while she drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes he would just sit on the bed and wait for her mommy to pass out. Then he would start looking for her.

RickyJo cringed at the sickly smell when the man held his lighter under the spoon that had her mother's medicine in it. Like she knew he would, the man sucked the medicine up into a syringe and shot it into her mother's arm. Her mother sucked in a long breath of relief, falling back onto the bed. Her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment. But she wasn't all the way out when the man flipped her over onto her stomach and yanked her pants down. He unzipped his own pants, pulling out his disgusting man part and tugging on it a few times. Then he climbed on top of her, shoving his thing between her butt cheeks. Usually, her mother just laid there and let the man do what he wanted with her. But today, RickyJo guessed he must be doing something different. Because her mother cried out in pain and tried to wriggle away from the man. She turned, swinging her arm and trying to knock him away from her. The man stood up. And for a moment the little girl felt a sliver of hope well up inside her. Maybe he would just leave. Maybe he would leave her and her mother alone. But there was no such luck.

The man cocked his hand back and brought it down hard across her mother's face. Not just once but over and over until blood splashed across the cheap motel bedspread and her mother was whimpering in pain. Then he flipped her back over and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back and wrapping his other hand around her throat. God! Please help us, RickyJo silently pleaded. God came to their rescue once before. When a stranger tried to grab them outside a small grocery store and force them both into a van. Two women with short haircuts appeared seemingly out of nowhere. They pepper sprayed the man and kicked him nearly to death while RickyJo and her mother fled from the parking lot. They ran as fast and far as they could from that place. But God didn't come to their rescue on this day. The man held her mother by the throat, thrusting his member back where he had it before she started fighting him and began forcefully thrusting into her. There was blood running down her mother's face, mixing with her tears. When the man finished, he tossed her mother away from him like garbage. Then he tapped a cigarette out of his pack and lit it. Smoke was streaming from his nostrils like a dragon when he began searching the small room for RickyJo…

RickyJo wasn't sure how long she stayed crouched in the corner of the room locked in her memories. She hadn't thought about her mother in so long that she wasn't even sure she could have recalled her name if someone asked her. Not that anyone ever did. Her mother was like the one who will not be named. Like Daryl and Merle's father. To even mention either of them was to open a Pandora's box of evil intention and bad memories.

RickyJo could hear someone trying to get her attention. But she ignored them, curling into a tighter ball. Finally the man lost his patience and thumped her upside her head. He didn't hit her hard. But since she'd been hit harder in that same spot the night before, it sent waves of pain radiating out from that spot. She lifted her head, taking the phone that was being thrust at her. Oddly enough, it was her phone that she was being forced to take. The man had it on speaker. So she just lifted it towards her mouth and said hello.