Face it head on

The bass of the music blasted with such a **** I could feel it within me, like a second heart best racing just as fast as my own.

The neighbours are going to complain. I thought. Such a stupid thing to be worrying about right now. With the way things were going tonight, would they still even be my neighbours by the morning?

"Ginger tits." Callum shook Sarah's chest over her bra, bringing everybody's attention to them. "I think it's a cute little pet name for our huge titted slut, I know you disagree Liam but what about her? Tell me kid, do you think she prefers being called that?"

She always told me she hated pet names of any kind, no babe's, honey's or sweeties. It wasn't something she liked talking about, but I knew for a fact she hated being talked to like that. She'd confided in me how those names had made her feel, worthless, objectified and filthy.

Had that all been a lie? A game she played to mess with me while all the other boys called her a slut? No. Even now, even with things as fucked up as they were I could tell she felt the same way. That every time he called her that a part of her soul was wounded.

"Sarah." I said, looking Callum in the eyes. "She prefers Sarah."

For half a second he seemed suprised by my conviction, before laughing right in my face.

"I fuckkn knew a little sap cuck boy like you would say that." He ripped her bra off, dropping her tits as the crowd roared and phone flashes went wild. "Such an easy question, but you just can't admit your girls a cock hungry stupid slut that loves the attention."

I couldn't accept that, or at least, I couldn't accept that I'd gotten this question wrong. I could see it in her eyes, hidden behind the layer she was projecting out. Maybe she was a slut, maybe she couldn't help herself around other guys cocks... fuck maybe I wasn't enough for her. I... I could accept all of that as true, but I couldn't accept that being called ginger tits didn't hurt her.

"I'm ready to move on bitch boy, so let's end this!"

He loomed over Sarah, his arms crushing into her as his hands pinched and pulled her nipples for the crowd. Sarah for her part stood their and took it, seemingly enjoying the pain he inflicted on her.

"What kind of panties is the slut wearing?"

"Wha- how could I know-?"

"Answer the fucking question." He licked up her neck, staring me down. I felt my skin crawled as he violated her.

"A thong." A guess, it seemed like the kind of slutty thing he'd make her wear.

"Wrong again!" With aggressive **** he dropped her skirt the the ground, revealing her bare waist beneath them. Of course. Of course he'd rigged the game to make me think I'd have more time than I did.

He spread out her legs, holding her chest with one hand and spreading open her pussybwith the other. It was plain as day how wet she was, how this **** and attention had her become a sloppy mess. The wet shlick of his fingers entering her wet slit made my teeth grit. My hands shaking as he finger fucked her right in front of me.

The music pulsing through me, the blinding flashes searing my mind. I could feel myself loosing it, but I couldn't find the strength or conviction to stop things.

Two fingers, then three. Knuckle deep inside her wet pussy as everybody watched Callum make my girlfriend, my fiancee cum. You could see it building in her, her whole body getting weaker as his fingers pounced her relentlessly.

Her eyes rolled back as she brought her hands to her tits, squeezing it as tightly as any guy had. She slapped it, pulled it and did her best to inflict as much painful pleasure on it as she could. Like she was trying to out do what Callum's groping hands had down.

Finally her body began shuttering, gargly involuntary moans leaking out of her as fast as her pussy dripped. She couldn't take the tease, the denial any longer. A hand dropped to her clit, desperately circling it while her free hand squeezed her tit like it was a stress ball. Like that it only took a moment before she came in front of everybody, her depraved lustful display captured from multiple angles.

"I'M JUST A LITTLE COCK SLUT WHORE!" She spat put as the waves of pleasure crashed against her. The crowd cheered as she climaxed, beers spilling the the thumping of feet being added to the cacophony of sounds bouncing around the room. Callum let her drop to her knees, high fiving other guys and letting them sniff his fingers. He made a big show of making another girl lick them clean, but my focus stayed on Sarah.

She spoke and her voice couldn't have been a whisper, but it sounded like one. Barely audible over the noise of the room, I only made out what she said because I knew her voice so well.

"Just a slut. That's all I'll ever be."

She sounded so... not sad or guilty, just...

Resigned.

Whenever she'd been like this before, I'd always been there to cheer her up. To say something to her that would hopefully encourage or empower her.

I didn't know what to say right now. I wanted to scream, to cry, to fulfil... other... base impulses. How could she not tell me any of this? How could she just stand there and let that asshole use her like a toy!

"Alright, alright. Everybody shut the fuck up." Callum announced. "The sad little cuck couldn't answer more than one question about the girl he wanted to marry."

Hw pulled Sarah up by the arm, snapping her back into her put on persona. She flaunted her body, pretending to cover up while still showing everything off.

"Now we get to lay down the punishment, and see if he still wants to marry the whore after!"

Sarah's eyes scanned the crowd and stopped on mine for a moment. She studied me as much as I studied her. What kind of reaction was she expecting me to have?

Had she expected me to break down by now? To cry or run away? I could really leave at any time and not suffer through this, but I was still here.

I was still here.

Why was I still here? If you asked anyone they'll tell you no relationship could survive something like this. That nobody who could be apart of a fucked up game like this could still care.

But Sarah looked at me and in her eyes I saw my own reflected. The same question she was desperately hoping to have answered.

Do we have a future together?

Do we? Well... I was still here.

That hollow anger I had bubbling inside me began to form shape, take direction. I was mad. Mad at Sarah for lying and hiding all this shit from me. Mad at Callum for thinking he could take Sarah from me, for thinking she was even a thing to be taken!

And mad at myself, for just letting things get to this point instead of doing something about it.

There would be a lot to sort through between us, but I still couldn't see any path forward that didnt involve her.

If I wanted that future I couldn't just expect it to fall into my lap. I'd have to take it for myself, and shove it right into that smug bastards face!

"Fucking bring it."