Here goes the second part of my prompt from the wonderful Alva Starr.
Prompt Summary(for this chapter):
Female OC fights with sorority girls at the Luna Mesa. Mac is in the background, watching the whole scene. He abducts the girls and the OC. She's confused but he wants her to see him torture and eventually kill the other girls and have them watch while he and the OC have sex.
I decided to add a little twist to that – jealousy. I wanted to see what Mac would be like if he were jealous. Also, I've never written voyeurism into my smut before, so I'm not sure how this worked. I hope it doesn't disappoint!
I read macsgirls tumblr page 'confessions' over and over for inspiration and the murder and stuff is just my sickly mind. I hope it comes across as good as I saw it in my head.
I'm seriously so overwhelmed by the response to the last part. I got really good feedback from it to the point where I'm actually embarrassed of all of the things I've written before.
I definitely wanted to thank everyone for their reviews and encouragement. Annabeth, you are amazing!
tiannajanes, pharmtechgrl71, Carmen, and Forever Fanfiction Lover22: Thanks so much, I hope it was worth the wait.
Also, props to Clarissa who honored me with a shout out on macsgirls tumblr page. So glad you enjoyed and thank you for the rave! Macs Girls are the best!
PrincessPipi: Thanks, I really appreciate it!I actually have seen Sunlight Jr. I downloaded iTunes (despite my hatred for anything Apple) and paid $9.99 for it. I was kind of disappointed that Norman was barely in the film, but I really liked it! Before your review, I had actually worked some of his quotes into this chapter because I fangirled so hard when he spoke. I would totally consider writing a Justin story or a one-shot or something. Would anyone else read that?
And, of course, thanks to Alva for the idea and for her in depth reviews and critiques. Here's hoping part two is worthy.
Reviews and alerts are greatly appreciated! This chapter is definitely a beast and it will make me feel accomplished to get some good feedback.
As with all of my Mac fics, this isn't for the faint of heart. This chapter contains mutilation, murder, foul language, graphic sex, and general Mac-ness. You have been warned.
There was a definite pounding in Aberdeen's head when she arose the next day. She found herself back in her shitty motel room. It took a few moments to realize the pounding wasn't just coming from her intense migraine.
"Jesus Christ, I'm coming!" She grumbled, tumbling out of bed, catching herself on the bedside table. She straightened herself and checked the peephole in the door before unchaining the locks.
"Fucking shit." She swore under her breath. She hadn't changed or bathed since last night. She could have just written last night off as a bad dream, but she was sore, and not just from her killer hangover. Her whole body ached. She was still just wearing Mac's dingy coveralls, the ones with his name monogrammed on the left breast pocket. They were at least three sizes too big and covered in blood and dirt.
"Open the God damn door!" A deep voice shouted, still slamming on the outside.
"I'm not decent!" She lied, wondering how quickly she could change.
"What else is new?" Stanley laughed.
She bit her lower lip and started running stories through her head; lies she could tell her cousin about her appearance. Everything sounded stupid. She groaned, exasperated by the situation she had undoubtedly created for herself before undoing the chains and the padlock, opening the door.
Stan burst through the door and stopped in his tracks, getting a good, hard look at her. "Jesus Christ, Abby. What the fuck did you do?"
"I'm not sure what you want me to say." She stumbled to the table in the room and dug through her bag, finding some Percocets and dry swallowing one. She fell back on the bed, hoping the pain would subside soon.
"Did he – Did Mac hurt you?" He asked, taking note of her apparel.
"No..." She sighed. "He - nothing happened. It's just - I don't want to talk about it."
"Shit, are you bleeding?" He gasped, noting the dark red stains on the coveralls.
"Fuck!" She groaned, trying to remember vivid details of last night. "I don't think so."
"Then whose is it?" He growled.
"Shit, Stan. I barely remember my own name, let alone last night. I'm fine. I'm alive and kicking."
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look, you're late for work. Mac left early to go look for Will and we're way behind. I was hoping you could come give me a hand?"
"Who's Will?"
"He drives the tow truck. Kind of a big lumberjack guy. Not exactly bright." Aberdeen gulped down a chunk of fear mixed with bile. "We found the truck in the parking lot this morning, but no sign of Will."
"Oh." She whimpered, putting two and two together in her own mind.
"It's prolly nothin'. He goes on benders all the time. He's into some heavy shit."
"Crank, you mean?"
His eyes widened. "What do you know about that?"
"I'm not stupid, Stan. I know the warning signs. Seems like most of the towns on the shit."
"Look, you should clean yourself up. I'll see you in a bit?"
"Yeah. See you." She sighed, sitting up slowly as he closed the door behind him.
She felt disgusting. First thing was first, she needed a shower. She slipped the coveralls down her shoulders and threw them in the trash before crossing into the motel bathroom.
Dried blood smattered her battered body. She looked like a wreck. Her hair was tangled in dark, auburn knots and her eyeliner and mascara were bleeding down her cheeks, staining them is faint veining patterns. Her lips were swollen and her lower lip was busted. She hadn't even noticed.
She examined her body. Finger-print sized bruises covered almost all of the exposed, white flesh on her stomach, arms, and thighs. Upon closer inspection, her shoulder, the one with the intricate red roses across its expanse, was scrapped and scabbed. The dark red blood, long dried, was blending into the ink. She wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't felt the sting of exposure. There was a pronounced hickey on her collarbone, no doubt from Mac's "love bites."
Her thighs clung together, dried semen and blood acting as glue. She was still wet, feeling wonderfully abused.
The hot water of the shower was cleansing. It soothed her aching muscles and made her feel whole again. She had almost forgotten last night.
Almost.
The Percocet seemed to be taking full effect by the time she got out of the shower. She wrapped herself in a ripped motel towel and slipped into the bedroom again, digging through the duffel that contained her clothes. She couldn't remember how the bag made it to her room, but then again, there were a lot of things she couldn't remember from last night.
She chose a distressed black shirt with a skeleton cut out of the back. Her leopard print push up bra was visible through the warn, soft fabric. She chose matching French cuts and a pair of ripped daisy dukes to help her beat the sweltering heat.
All her bruises and marks were on display. Besides, Aberdeen Strickland wasn't one to hide.
She fixed her makeup but didn't bother with her hair. When it air dried, it twisted into curled tendrils that fell in soft waves down her shoulders.
"Good enough." She muttered, checking her reflection one last time before she grabbed her purse and locked her motel room door. She crossed the parking lot to the garage and found Stan under an old F150, draining fluid from beneath the old beater.
"Still need a hand?" She smirked.
"Decided to wait on Mac." He muttered, rolling himself out from under the truck. "Jesus. Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it?" He frowned, noting the faint bruises. "I could cover for you if you wanna leave."
"I'm fine." She shrugged, throwing down her bag and going through the stuff from her trunk. She grabbed her spray gun and sat cross-legged on the floor of the garage, going through gallons of paint that Stan had pulled out from storage.
"Got out all the blue we had."
"I'll make something work." She muttered. "You can relax."
"You and Mac, huh?" His face embodied concern and anger.
"It sort of just happened." She winced, biting the cut on her lip out of habit.
"You need to be careful, okay. Mac's my boss an' all, but he's not exactly all there."
"He seemed fine to me. Hell, he was better than fine." She smirked.
"You're a stubborn little bitch, you know that?"
"Thanks, cuz. Love you, too." She sighed, distracted from her work. "Look, he did me a favor last night. I can't get into the details, but I owe him."
"Is this some gross sex fantasy?" He winced.
"No! God, you perve!" She threw a paint splattered rag in his general direction and set to work mixing paint
Aberdeen was fully involved with her painting, head phones blaring Motorhead's 'In the Year of the Wolf' in her ears when a set of strong hands wrapped around her mid section and teeth grazed her neck, grabbing the strand of her ear bud and tugging it out of her ear. "Office. Now." Mac growled. He sauntered to the office door and waited there with it opened.
She spun around, stunned, looking for Stanley. He was no where to be found. She pulled her iPod out of her pocket and laid it beside her sprayer on the ground by the half painted Viper. She tugged the arms of her coveralls tighter around her middle and followed orders. Mac shut the office door behind her and didn't waste time cornering her against the desk.
"Where have you been?" She asked awkwardly, trying to ease the sexual tension.
"Ye killed my only driver. Had ta go pick up an Impala this mornin'." He said it so rationally and upfront it caused her to shake. She looked away, visibly embarrassed. "Whatchu did... I ain't never..." He leaned into her throat and grazed his teeth against her over sensitized flesh. "I wanna see ye do it a'gin." His thumbs stroked her dermal anchors through the layers of fabric. She silenced a moan as he backed her up onto the desk.
"This wasn't supposed to happen." She managed, falling back onto her arms as her thighs wrapped around his. "Last night, it wasn't just a one-night thing?"
"Ain't lettin' ye go that easy." He growled, undoing his jeans. "Yer mine."
"Hey, Mac!" Stan hollered, close outside the office door.
"Fuckin' hell." Mac growled. "What!?"
"Walter wants you. Said it's urgent."
"Fuckin' old man." He muttered. He pulled himself from Aberdeen's thighs and zipped the fly of his jeans again. "Git the car done. I'll be back." He growled, slamming the office door in his wake.
She exited the office and Stan gave her a knowing look. "I have to go help Mac with this... thing. Finish up here. If we aren't back by five, lock up. I'll check on you at the Luna Mesa when we get back."
"I can manage on my own just fine."
"I know... I feel responsible, though. I brought you out here."
"Thanks for that, by the way." She scoffed, putting her ear buds back in and turning up the volume.
The first coat of paint was finished and drying by the time the sun was setting. Aberdeen decided to call it a night and retreat to the Luna Mesa to wait on Stanley.
She took off the coveralls and locked the garage like she was told. She crossed the lot to the shithole bar across the way. Walter recognized her and poured her a shot of Jameson like he had the night before. She downed the shot before even sitting down. "Another." She choked out through the sting of the warming amber liquid.
"Rough night?" Walter gave her a knowing look, one that shook her to her core.
"Not yet it isn't." She countered, trying to keep her cool.
"Looks like you haven't exactly taken to the canyons yet, girl." He raised his brow, pouring her another shot.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed the glass. "Keep them coming, por favor." She carried the shot to a booth by the window and decided to nurse herself there instead of with the Mexican behind the counter.
She heard the incessant giggling and general girlish annoyance from the ragged front porch of the country bar. The bat wing door swung open to reveal a few college kids. Lord knows why they were wandering the desert, but they must have stopped for libations. There three girls; one skinny blonde bimbo, one tall skinny brunette, and a dark African goddess. They were accompanied by two Ken-type boys; each one tall and muscled, clean and all-American. One was blonde with chiseled features and the other dark as night, but equally attractive.
Aberdeen couldn't help but stare as they walked in like they owned the place. They sat down at the booth in front of hers and the brunette hollered at Walter to hurry and take their orders. It was still early and the bar was empty, save for Aberdeen and the few old men that sat in the corner, appearing as though they haven't moved since yesterday.
The blonde guy's eyes locked on Abby's and she flushed and looked back out the window once he gave her a flawless, white smile. A few rounds later, the girls decided to play with the juke box, turning it to Joan Jett and pretending to know the words as they lip-synched in the bar.
To say that Aberdeen wasn't enjoying this little karaoke night was an understatement. She snuck outside to the porch with her refilled glass and watched the empty parking lot under the cast of the full, yellow moon. Coyotes howled in the distance as she toed her Martens against a loose floor board.
"Couldn't stand it either, huh?" A deep voice chuckled. She turned to face the tall blonde. He casually leaned onto the railing and smiled at her. "Name's Xander."
"Strickland." She said, still weary of his presence.
"So, you from around here, Strickland?"
"No. God no. I'm here on business."
"The only kind of business they do out here is cousin fucking and moon shining." He laughed.
"What about you, then? Why are you here?" She asked with a girly giggle.
"Just passing through." He smirked.
"Shouldn't you be getting back to your girlfriends inside?"
"None of those girls are my concern. I used to date Brianna, the blonde, but we have since parted ways. Besides, Jamal has them occupied with 'Hot Child in the City.'" He placed his hand on the curve of her hip and leaned into her more.
"Either way, don't you think they'll be missing you?" As she spoke, flood lights appeared in the parking lot, gleaming on the porch and practically blinding Aberdeen and Xander.
The vehicle shut off. The lights were coming from a familiar red pickup. Mac and Stan climbed out of the truck and Aberdeen blushed at the sudden memory of her and Mac in that truck last night. She felt a warm tingle in her groin as Stan climbed the stairs and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You okay, Abs?"
"Yeah. We were just talking."
"How 'bout I take ye inside? Let Walt refill yer glass."
"Okay." She muttered, no longer looking at her cousin, but at the tiny blonde girl running across the lot and cornering Mac at the truck. She heard him growl something unintelligible and let the withered whore into his truck. She spun out of Stan's grasp to watch what happened but her cousin grabbed her and shoved her in the door.
"What the hell, Stan?"
"Yer gonna get that boy killed, you keep that up!" He hissed under his breath, leading her by placing his hand on her lower back and ushering her to her booth from earlier.
"What do you -"
"Mac is pissed as it is. Yer askin' for trouble, Abby."
Mac shoved open the door and glared at Aberdeen. The tiny little blonde, obviously a whore and more obviously strung out, was close behind, clinging to his dingy wife beater. He grabbed a bottle of Jack from behind the counter and pushed the tiny woman behind him into the corner table. "Sit."
Aberdeen whipped around and leaned into the table as Stan sat down. "You can't tell me what to do." She mumbled as Xander walked back into the bar. She strode away from the booth, avoiding Stan's calls and clambering hands and grabbed Xander, dragging him by the loop of his jeans to the small opening in the floor. She changed the song on the juke box to a slow country ballad, much to the dismay of the drunken college girls, now glaring at her.
"Who's that guy?" Xander asked cautiously, though he was playing along. He placed his hands on her round hips and leaned into her ear to speak.
"Stan? He's just my cousin."
"Your cousin, huh?" He scoffed, alluding to their previous conversation.
"It's not like that!" She insisted, playfully punching his arm before laying her head on his chest and swaying with the music.
"What about creepy in the corner? He's your cousin, too?"
"Don't worry about him. He's nothing to me."
She felt all eyes on her. The college girls whispered and giggled behind her back, but all she could think about was revenge. Mac had used her and made her think she was special in such a vulnerable moment, then found the first dried up old whore he could when he was threw. She watched the blonde skank hang all over Mac as he glared at Abby, sipping Kentucky bourbon and plotting revenge of his own.
The song came to an end and Xander decided to lean in for a quick kiss. His lips barely touched Aberdeen's nose when the blonde, Brianna, grabbed her long auburn hair and tugged back, roughly. "Fucking slut!" She squealed. "Get off of him!"
"Brianna? What the hell!?" Xander yelled.
Aberdeen flew backwards but righted herself quickly enough to stay upright. Without thinking, she swung backwards and her fist connected with Brianna's jaw. Obviously stunned, Brianna clutched her face and screamed, "You bitch!"
The other two girls circled Aberdeen, making her feel cornered.
"Abby... we should go." Stan muttered, making his way to the center of the action. He grabbed her clenched fist and tugged her back. She allowed him to pull her towards the door.
"Dirty fucking slut! You better fucking run!"
Aberdeen turned to glare at the brunette, now addressing her. "Why don't you come outside and say that?"
The black guy, Jamal, grabbed the brunette and held her back as Stan pushed his cousin out the door. "What the hell are you thinkin'?"
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? That bitch attacked me! She and her friends have been giggling and gossiping about me all night! You want me to pretend I don't have feelings or some shit?"
"No, but I mean you have to admit -"
"What, Stan? I have to admit what, exactly? Don't you fucking say you agree with them! Don't fucking say it!"
"Abby, you let Mac do God knows what to you last night and then come in here and throw yourself at a complete stranger? I know your emotional and shit, but what the fuck do you expect people to say?"
"I expect my fucking family to defend me!" She spat, staggering down the stairs. "What about Mac back there, huh? Who is that bitch that's all over him?"
"Crystal? This is about Crystal?"
She turned away and staggered back to the motel. "No, this isn't about anything, Stan!" She called over her shoulder. "I'm going to my room. If I don't show up tomorrow, don't fucking look for me."
Mac thought he was aroused from Aberdeen's show of dominance last night, killing Will in cold blood. He never imagined being so turned on from a cat fight, but this cat fight was over him.
Aberdeen was jealous. He wasn't stupid. He read her face from the moment Crystal came running over to him for a quick fix.
Crystal was the town whore. She often occupied the motel, waiting on prospective customer's to flock in. Truth is, she let herself go long ago when she got addicted to the meth. She usually paid Mac in cheap blowjobs, letting him smack her around for a bit.
Mac wasn't feeling that tonight. Crystal no longer excited him. In fact, all the usual whores were never going to cut it for him again. Since he saw Aberdeen flirting with that college boy jock, he wanted to punish her and only her. That started by making her jealous.
He traded Crystal an ounce for her help. He was being more than generous.
His dick strained in his worn jeans, digging into his zipper in a painful, punishing way. Aberdeen was creating a show. There was no way she was into him. She just wanted to get a rise out of him. Little bitch doesn't know what she's askin' for.
Cold rough hands clamped over Aberdeen's mouth, muffling her abrupt scream. Another hand clamped around her throat and drug her from her restful sleep, wrenching her from bad and out the door.
The desert chill shocked her body. She only wore her oversized skull cut-out shirt and her French cut panties to bed, not bothering to shower or change. She couldn't see her assailant, but recognized his beat up red truck, left running in the parking lot.
He opened the passenger door and threw her in, slamming the door before she could speak. He crossed to the other side of the truck and got in, locking the doors and putting the vehicle in first gear.
"What the fuck, Mac?"
"Got somethin' ta show ye."
"No! No! What was that back there?"
"What? You an' yer little college boy toy wasn't s'pose'ta piss me off?" He chuckled, grabbing a bottle of Jack from the inner console and taking a swig.
"And what if it did? What about Crystal?" She spat.
"Crystal? She's hot. Makes me dinner every night. Sucks my dick. Real good." He snickered as her face contorted, seething jealousy.
She punched the glove compartment and reached for the handle on the door, trying to unlock it. "Let me out of this fucking car! God damn it, Mac!" In her fit of anger, she lost control and started to cry.
"Ye'll be lost out there, sweetheart." He mused, offering her the Jack. "'Sides, got a surprise fer ye."
She took the bottle and tipped it back, chugging a good amount before she chucked the bottle at his head. He slammed on the break and swerved the truck off the road, fishtailing his way through the dust and off-roading to the cave. He slammed into park at the fence and reached over Aberdeen's lap, pushing the door open and shoving her out into the dirt.
Before she could crawl away, he rounded his vehicle and grabbed her wrists, pulling her to her feet and grabbing her at the knees, throwing her kicking and screaming over his strong, broad shoulder.
All she could see were the ripped ends of his jeans, his dusty steel-toed boots, and smatterings of blood in the dragging marks leading to the cavern that only made her screams more shrill. She started punching his back. He didn't let up, leading her into the dark. They kept walking until she caught a glimpse of dim light in the hollow area before them. Mac tossed her to the ground and she landed with a thud on her ass by a hollow steel drum. Her head fell back against the object and she gasped as she took in her surroundings.
Against a sheet of plastic, clinging to the wall, hung three familiar bodies; the girls from the bar. They were visibly nailed to the rocky cavern, hands pinned above their heads and feet crossed at the ankles, nailed through the center. Blood poured down their mouths, soaking their shirts and dropping at their feet.
Under the pooling blood lay the men, Xander and Jamal. Xander was visibly breathing, though it was labored and sounded forced. His face was managed and his left eye was swollen shut. Jamal had the hilt of a knife sticking out of his temple.
"Mac…" She whimpered, stunned into place.
"Brought 'em fer ye."
"Are they -"
"Naw. Thought ye'd do the honors." She shivered as she remembered his words from earlier: I wanna see ye do it a'gin.
"Can't back sass ye no more. Ain't got tongues." He smirked. He grabbed his knife, jerking it out of Jamal's skull and pulled out his own tongue, motioning as if cutting it out, mocking what he had already done to the girls.
They were woozy, losing blood fast, if they haven't choked to death already. Mac kicked Xander, knocking him over and the blonde groaned, slumping to the side. "Left this one fer ye. He's gon' watch." Mac smirked, laughing to Aberdeen.
"Watch?" Aberdeen backed away on her hands as Mac walked over to her. He leaned over and snaked his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her complaints and screams. She suddenly understood what he meant. She looked over at the poor teens, slowly dying in front of her. She dug her thumb into Mac's throat, pushing him off. "They can't watch with their eyes closed." She purred.
He groaned, but broke contact with her. He walked over and propped up the pretty boy. With Mac being preoccupied, Aberdeen decided to take her chances. She jumped up and made a run for the cavern door.
She underestimated Mac's speed and determination. He leapt forward and tackled her, dragging her back by her ankles. He sat her down on the steel drum, kicking her legs apart. He ground his prominent bulge into the crotch of her panties and pulled back her hair, holding her still and tipping her back. She clutched his arms tight and whimpered, despite herself. "Like it when ye fight."
He lips urged hers on, forceful and angry. She pushed him back and slapped him, hard. He chuckled and gave her a harsh glare. He took his free hand and forced her panties to the side, slipping down to his knees. Before she could move, he was slipping that skilled tongue into her wet folds. She wiggled back, but groaned, allowing pleasure to take over.
She clutched his hair, pulling him forward. He gripped her hips, one of his hands settling on her thigh with the large cameo scarred into her pale flesh, the other wrapped along her hip bone, still holding the crotch of her damp panties out of his way. He chuckled at her reaction, sending surges of vibrating pleasure though her.
He looked over at Xander, now looking away, awkward and ashamed of how he felt. Mac spotted the telltale hard on forming a tent in the prep boy's pants and chuckled again.
Aberdeen gripped his hair more tightly and bucked her hips forward, struggling to keep her balance with no back support while still trying to focus on Mac's oral pleasure.
Mac decided to turn things up a notch. He stopped swirling circle eights around her swollen clit and slipped his wriggling tongue into her tight little cunt, raking his teeth over her the barbell through her most sensitive spot as he dug inside of her, desperately trying to find that tight, spongey spot inside her walls.
He was intoxicated by the smell of her, the sweet taste of her, the feel of her surrounding him. He loved it. The reaction he was getting told him she loved it too.
He ground his tongue, lapping at the upper wall of her clenching pussy and grinding his teeth against the engorged bud at the apex of her thighs, his teeth catching on the piercing and tugging her clit. She made a sweet, pleading moan and her whole body tightened. Her hips jerked upwards and her thighs clenched his cheeks, locking him in place as she came apart. "Fuck!" She sighed as her muscles relaxed.
Mac jumped up and back handed Xander. "What's the matter, faggot? Ye don' like seein' pussy gettin' fucked hard?" Xander coughed up blood and a small white pearl; his tooth. "I'mm show ye how a real man does it!" Mac growled.
Aberdeen barely had time to recover from her rough orgasm before Mac forced her to her stomach, pressing her against the steel drum. Mac's thumbs hooked in the sides of her panties and tugged them down. Abby stepped out of them without question and Mac took the wet fabric and threw it at Xander, hitting him in the nose before the panties rolled down to his chest. They guy jumped, visibly shaken and torn.
Without moving, Mac worked his jeans down, just enough to release his throbbing erection. He wrapped Aberdeen's hair around his wrist and smacked her bruised ass cheek hard. She cried out at the stinging pleasure of it all and fell forward, bending completely in half over the drum. He brought his hand down one more sharp time as he plunged himself deep inside of her.
She gripped onto the top of the drum, desperately trying to find purchase, as he pounded into her. This was no longer an act of passion, but of desperate need and domination. Mac was claiming her and she was letting him.
Mac finally released her hair, grabbing her hips with both hands and rubbing those hip piercings he was so preoccupied with. Without that extra support of Mac pulling her hair, Aberdeen slumped forward and the drum fell to it's side with Mac's next powerful thrust.
Aberdeen fell forward, Mac following her down, coming to his knees behind her. He fixed her nimble body, bending her knees and bringing them beside his thighs. "Spread 'em wide fer Ol' Mac." He plunged back inside of her, gripping her tiny, rounded hips and using them for leverage, pulling her back onto him again and again.
With every deep thrust, the drum rolled under Abby's stomach, kneading into her and making Mac's job more straining. Her knees dug into the pebbles and dirt. She felt them skin as she was being abused. She found her nipples through the sheer fabric of her shirt and pulled, swirling around them with her fingers and ravishing the feeling of Mac fucking her senseless.
"She's fuckin' tight." Mac growled. She realized he wasn't talking to her. She looked over at Xander. His hand was pressed into the bulge in his groin, trying to hide it. His eyes were shut, but he was conscious. He could hear everything. "Feels so God damn good."
Aberdeen's eyes wandered upwards. The girls hanging there were mostly still. Only Brianna seemed to be breathing. She caught the tears rolling down her pained face as her whole body slumped forward, putting unnecessary pressure on her arms. She imagined the other two died of blood loss within the last two minutes.
"Aberdeen." Mac husked. She mumbled something incoherently. "What a nasty fuckin' bitch!" He rasped. "I could spend hours 'tween these legs. Fuck 'er hard 'til she can't walk."
Aberdeen visibly squirmed. She reached between her legs, grabbing desperately for her clit. Mac only smacked her hand away. "Nope. Y'ain't cumin' 'til ye tell me how much ye like it." He laughed.
She groaned behind her and grabbed the flaps on either side of his jeans, feeling the zipper dig into her palms as her grip tightened and she pulled him closer. Mac let go of her hips and gripped her throat easily in one large fist, cutting off her air and pulling her back flush against his hard, firm chest. "Say it." He growled through gritted teeth. "Look at him an' say it." He turned her head to face Xander. "Tell him who ye belong ta."
"Mac." She sighed, finding it hard to form words. His free hand hooked around her hip and tugged her clit in two strong fingers. His other hand clenched her throat and pulled her back. His teeth bared down hand on her neck and she screamed, her tight muscles clenching around him as he thrust one last time.
Mac lost control and let go of her, falling back onto his legs and breathing hard. Once he let go, Aberdeen fell to her stomach, squirming as she rode the waves of complete ecstasy.
"Ye see that, boy?" Mac finally acknowledged Xander. He got to his feet and tucked his dwindling erection back into his jeans. "Ye hear what she said?" He kicked the boy where his jeans looked strained, eliciting shrill, ragged screams from the teen. He doubled over and writhed in the dirt. "She don' fuckin' want ye!"
"Please!" He coughed, spitting out blood and grabbing his stomach and groin. "I didn't do anything!"
"Thinkin' it was 'nuff." Mac growled.
He grabbed the boy's shirt and lifted him easily, flinging him into the wall and he collapsed on his dead friend. The shudders against the cave were enough to cause Brianna's limp body to fall into the pile the boys formed on the cavern floor. "Oh my God!" Xander choked.
Aberdeen stopped to watch Mac, fascinated with him movements. She sat up, cringing as she supported herself on her knees before pulling herself up. "C'mere, darlin'." Mac commanded, beckoning her forward. She found herself standing beside him as Mac slipped the hilt of his bloody knife into her hand. Xander pulled himself out of the dead pile, his movements no more than a pained crawl in his weak state. "End 'is sufferin'."
"Mac, I –"
"Please…" Xander pleaded, grabbing her ankle. She jumped back and Mac pushed her forward. She fell onto the blonde, chiseled body, screaming. The knife penetrated his stomach and he groaned, coughing more blood up, splattering it in her face.
"Yer makin' it worse, sweetheart."
She screamed and took out her frustrations, stabbing blindly at the man's chest until his sputtering and coughing stopped and he stiffened beneath her. She fell on his chest and began to cry.
Mac beamed as he watched her mental breakdown. "Tha's my girl."
Why is it that, for some strange reason, this feels unfinished?
I like being told what to do, so leave me some suggestions to pour through.