You could be the chemical

Chapter 1: Deal with the Devil

Lita took a deep breath and steadied herself. Was she really prepared to go through with this? Had it really come to this? What about quitting the WWE with Matt and leaving forever? She sighed. As much as this was an option, they had both worked too hard to leave now. Both had devoted most of their lives to reaching the pinnacle in the WWE, sacrificing their bodies in the process and to leave and throw that all away now seemed too much to bear. Both had slugged it out in the independents and ECW before finding fame and fortune in the biggest wrestling promotion in the world, the WWE.

No, she wouldn't ask Matt to abandon his career in order to stop the Big Red Machine's unwanted advances. She would just give him what he wanted, and get it over with as quick as possible. Then they could all move on with their lives. Steeling her resolve, Lita inhaled one more time and reached for the doorknob to Kane's locker room. She turned it and pushed the door open before she could talk herself out of it.

"Kane?" She said into the blackness. She shouldn't have been surprised but his dressing room was cloaked in darkness. Kane lived his gimmick 24/7. The Big Red Monster lived up to his name. Since making his debut in 1997, Kane had mostly left a path of destruction, felt by every major superstar, both men and women. As the Undertaker's tormented little brother, Kane had dealt with his own pain and suffering the only way he knew how, by sharing it with everyone around him. But then out of nowhere he had turned his attention towards her and Matt. First came the stalking, then the fear and the unwanted attention from one of the biggest superstars on the roster both in terms of fanfare and size. For weeks now Kane had been stalking Lita and physically assaulting Matt Hardy with no reprieve. It was now at the point where Lita could not bear to see Matt hurt anymore. She had reached her wits end. Kane had been demanding an answer to a secret question and Lita had put off answering it for as long as possible. At first Lita had refused to even entertain the idea. Kane wanted to sleep with her! Why her? Why had he singled her out of all the WWE Divas? Lita knew Kane's history, knew about his past, his father Paul Bearer and his feud and reconciliations with the Undertaker. She also knew about his failed relationship with Tori, and cringed at the thought of him tombstoning her after she crossed him. Kane was not beyond assaulting a woman. The final straw came to Lita when he threatened to break Matt's neck with a chair. He had given Lita no choice. She ran to ring to submit to Kane and save Matt's life.

"Fine, if you wanted an answer Kane?! The answers yes!" She screamed into the microphone, the audience and commentators curious to what she had agreed to.

"Lita.. Lita... " Kane called to her in a sinister tone that made her shiver. He emerged from the darkness like he was made of it, his huge hulking form appearing in front of her. He was shirtless but still wearing his long black and red ring attire and shiny black boots from his match earlier. "You know, it doesn't have to happen this way. We can go back to my place where it will be more comfortable." He hissed.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you." Lita retorted, trying to feel more in control than what she was. "I just want to get this over with."

A thin smile appeared on his face and his mismatched eyes seemed to glow. "So be it." He said. "Come here."

Lita moved closer towards him. "Before we… start.." Lita hesitated, "Promise me that this is the end. Promise me you will leave Matt alone from now on."

Kane moved closer, till he was standing right in front of her. "Don't you think it's too late to be making demands?" He couldn't help but cackle slightly. Lita felt disgusted and couldn't help but express it under her breath. She shivered as Kane moved his hands over her shoulders, the black leather glove caressing her skin gently. Lita took a deep breath and closed her eyes, hoping for an out of body experience to sweep over her. But her senses betrayed her and remained sharper than ever. Kane began caressing her bright red hair, liking the feel of it, rolling it around between his enormous fingers. Lita's body felt heavy and rigid, it felt foreign to her. Her apprehension was beyond obvious, but he never acknowledged it. He guided her over to the only piece of furniture in the room, a hard wooden bench. Like a robot, Lita laid down flat on her back with Kane standing over her, the outline of his baldhead above her.

His hands moved to her top but Lita immediately made it known to him that he would only get the bare minimum. She pushed them away, refusing to let him see more of her than what was required.

Kane let out a gruff sneer but he didn't test her. Instead he changed tactics and his hands traveled lower, to her jeans zipper. His big bulky hands unzipped and began to remove them along with her underwear, exposing her inner most parts to him. The bench under her felt hard and cold. She could sense Kane starting to remove his black tights. Lita choked back a sob, squeezed her eyes shut and covered her face with her hands. She was preparing herself for this violation. This was not true consent. This was consent given under duress.

Lita braced herself as she felt Kane climb on top of her, his gargantuan physique beginning to smother her, all 320 pounds of him. All the wind seemed to be pushed out of her. Kane could sense her struggling and began to shift his bulk, enabling her to catch her breath. He steadied himself on his massive forearms. She was surprised that his body was warm, hot in fact, alight with heat. Kane moved his hand towards her thighs, prying them apart. Her body was so tense and rigid and it was being used against her now. Kane licked his lips and readied himself, directing his hard length down to her opening. Lita gritted her teeth, and squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, afraid that she would not be able to accommodate his colossal girth.

Please let this be over soon.

Aware of the differences in their frames, Kane tried to be slow and unexpectantly gentle. He gradually filled her up. Lita failed to stifle a gasp as her body had never been with someone as big as Kane.

His face was almost directly in front of her. She could feel his warm breath on her face. Lita could sense his struggling as he spread her apart but she could also sense his restraint. She opened her eyes and saw him with his closed. His skin was pale and smooth, clean-shaven and spotless. Lita studied the outline of it, noticed some scars on his head that the cameras never got close enough to pick up. He pulled out slightly before pushing back in; sensing Lita's body was beginning to adjust and was coping. His speed increased and his body was aglow with a white-hot intensity. Lita's body was betraying her, its natural juices were flowing and every sense was receptive and open for pleasure.

Kane began to breathe heavier, grunting and growling. Lita could feel something in her rising; a climax was building to a crescendo despite her best efforts to suppress her body's natural reaction. She couldn't help but notice he smelt like clean sweat and black leather. The Big Red Machine's hands gripped her shoulders, holding her in place, as he knew what was coming. Lita's body betrayed her in the most devastating way. She felt the orgasm explode from her core, radiating out in a ripple effect. Lita let out a pained sob as her body pulsed and vibrated. Kane's pace increased to a controlled intensity. He used his brute strength to keep her from bucking him off. Her body was on fire and her delicious opening began to milk him beyond his control. He had put her in this position from his own selfish and malevolent reasons. Feeling her break apart under him was the sweetest sensation he had even known. Until now she had looked at him with disgust and revulsion. But now her body had opened her eyes to something else. Now was the moment his true intentions would materialize. This had been the moment he had spent weeks waiting for. Kane bit his lip so hard he drew blood as he released his seed into her receptive vessel.

Lita's body continued to radiate and pulse with heat. Both were breathless, both their chests heaving and expanding as they came down from the cliff. Despite her physical fitness, Lita struggled to catch her breath. As the pleasure began to subside, the disgust came back, but this time it was the disgust in herself. Disgust for betraying Matt, disgust in allowing Kane to put her in this position but mostly it was disgust in herself for having enjoyed it. Kane gently place his hand over her smooth, flat abdomen, caressing it tenderly but Lita was too bewildered to understand the symbolism behind it. Kane pulled his body back from her, allowing her to get air. Lita scrambled off the bench, disorientated and frantically searching for her clothes to cover her shame. She continued to hear Kane in the background, panting with exhaustion as she anxiously searched the ground in the darkness for her clothes. Upon locating them she stood up and clumsily started to dress. Her legs still felt like jelly, weak from the powerful orgasm that had almost rendered her incapacitated. She hastily pulled her jeans up, buttoned them before desperately heading for the door.

"Lita.." He called to her in between trying to catch his breath.

Lita refused to look back at Kane, in denial that this incident had even taken place. Lita slammed the door behind her and ran to the other end of the building to the ladies locker room, hoping no one would notice her sweaty disheveled appearance. Luckily most of the crew and wrestlers had already left for the night. She grabbed her bag and towel, locked herself in the shower and immediately stripped naked. Lita stood under the scorching hot water for almost an hour, soaping up her loofah to a thick lather and scrubbed every inch of her body, removing every trace of what had just happened. But there was no way to scrub her mind.

After scrubbing her skin so hard she had broken out in a red rash, Lita dressed and walked outside, running into the last person she wanted to face at that moment, Matt. He was standing beside their rental vehicle.

"Hey beautiful." He smiled as he greeted her in his southern accent. Lita could barely look at him. He noticed her new reddish hue. "You ok?" He asked thinking maybe she was coming down with a fever.

"I'm fine." She answered. "I just want to leave." Matt opened the passenger car door for her, before climbing into the driver's seat and driving them away from the arena. Lita looked out the window, hoping Matt would never know about she had done. But all their fates had just been sealed. She had damned them all.

By God, what had she done?