It wasn't the first night Serena had spent on an uncomfortable wooden bench in a small jail cell. But it was the first time she'd done so sober. That made it a hellishly long evening with nothing to do but think. Once again, she'd gotten herself in a mess because she let her pussy control her. If she'd left the bar and not fucked around with Mac, she wouldn't be here now. She was overcome with that familiar 'what's the point' feeling as she laid back and watched a big back spider skitter across the ceiling of the cell. They think her life is charmed- the rock star who on a good day looks like some babe but if they really knew what her life was like nobody would bother. If they knew about the mood swings and the crying jags and the drugs and the drinking and the house she lived in that looked like it had been ransacked by drunken thieves with its piles of papers, dirty laundry and glittery costumes and books with coffee and wine stained pages and broken spines laying around on the stained carpet. The stopped up sinks and blown out light bulbs and the living room rug damp with spilled tequila and stale beer the journals whose entries every day for the past few years mention self-loathing or suicide or at the very least severe depression. Mixed in with binges and blackouts and fucked up indiscriminate sex. And even if her 'victims' don't mind any of that shit she was the one who wound up being victimized anyway. There was no such thing as happily ever after. It all made for good songs, but that was about it. That's why she was so vulnerable to the Macs of this world. She was bad, damaged and they knew it. Mac could see through her facade. He didn't care how hopeless her life was and he made her forget.
Before the last rehab stint, it had been getting to the point where songs she'd hear on the radio and fragile old women waiting at bus stops made her want to burst into tears. She felt she could see inside their little plastic change purses and count every penny every food-stamp. She thought of things she blew off, chores duties, opportunities, ex-lovers. Although with those there was usually good reason. She felt like she was running out of juice, out of reasons and out time. She mourned for her lost innocence but really Serena wondered if she'd ever really had any to begin with or if the reason she felt so shitty was because she never got wise. She acted jaded but that's all it was an act; truth was everything still affected her; ridiculous everyday things. A refrigerator that's been repaired to get a little more mileage out of it like the mended places on a hooker's fishnets, to the run down heels on the clerk in a store as well as bad dental bridges and botched plastic surgery. She felt like everything was an illusion just not too many other people were in on it.
Sometimes looking at the labels on products and watching television commercials made her want to cry. It was all too much and she wanted to stick her head inside the oven she never cleaned. She was bad. Her mother had always said she was the devil's girl. That's why her life was such a mess. She was so bad...was she ever innocent? Serena had been on her own since she was seventeen. That was when she'd run away with her 'first Mac'. Johnny.
Johnny loves me when I'm sixteen. He takes me to the carnival. Johnny loves me when I'm seventeen and I move with him to the city. Mama doesn't want me to move. I don't care Mama. I'm going. Johnny loves me and you don't. I'm taking my cat Snow and going. I reach to get my cat off the floor, but Mama grabs him first. Gimmie my cat Mama!
"Oh, no, you Devil Child. This cat is staying right here!" Mama takes Snow by his tail and swings him into the kitchen counter. His head bounces off the corner and blood from his nose sprays on the wall. She drops him on the floor and I kneel to pick him up. His head's broken. One eye is bulging out.
"Why did you kill Snow, Mama? I didn't deserve that! He didn't deserve that!"
"It was for your own good, child. Serena you would have done the same thing if you were me."
"No! I would never kill anyone's cat! I will never kill anything!" I run all the way to Johnny's house. I never see Mama again.
Johnny loves me the first year we live together. He tells me that all those other girls don't mean anything to him. He tells me that I'm the only one for him. But when we're in the alley together and I tell him about the baby growing inside me he gets as bad as Mama. He tells me to kill the baby before it's even born.
"Don't you say no to me, you bitch!" He screams. "You don't have enough sense to have no baby!"
"Oh, but Johnny I want it so much. I want a little baby that loves me just like I love you. I want a little baby that loves me just because I'm me. I won't kill it, Johnny. I won't ever kill anything."
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about! You're crazy! You'd have little crazy kids! Look, you fucking cunt, it's either me or that damn kid! I'll leave this time I mean it!"
"Your phone is ringing." Harley's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"What?" Serena was shaken. She hadn't had a memory like that in a very long time.
"Well, can I answer it?" She finally asked.
"I-I guess so sure."
Small towns she thought as he handed her phone to her through the bars.
"Rich?" She answered. "I had a little problem. But I'm sober." She added like a little kid wanting approval from a parent.
What was I thinking she wanted to say. He is an animal she wanted to say; a booze-guzzling, methed out misogynist son of a bitch a real animal what was I thinking?
"I can tell from your voice, What's going on?"
After she was honest and told him, he said "Time to call Ed, your manager. He's got to bail you out and get you a lawyer."
She sighed, "You're right Rich. I'm so tired of feeling like this. I can't... I just can't live like this anymore. I'm tired...really tired. And Rich it's starting again. The memories. I think they..."
"Look Serena, you need to come back here. Call Ed, then call me back. And remember stay sober."
She asked Harley if she could make another call. He nodded.
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"Fuck you mean you can't let her out." Mac leaned menacingly across the desk in the sheriff's office. "Forget who you're talking to Harley huh?"
Harley moved away trying to avoid his gaze. "No M-Mac, but she's got bail being wired and a city lawyer's coming to meet her. I c-can't do anything about it now."
"Fuck you talking about Where's Pratt?"
"He left for the night. I'm in charge. Look, she's some sort of rock star or something. He manager's on his way with a lawyer like I told you..it's not up to me. The wallet's not the big deal. It's that girl, she really messed up that girl's face. It's assault with an illegal, deadly weapon."
"Weak piece a shit Harley, always were." Mac turned and stalked toward the cell room.
"What are y-you gonna do? You can't go back there."
"Mind your own fucking business." Mac grabbed Harley's keys. "Know what's good for you, you'll stay out of my way." He shoved past Harley with such force the other man hit the door frame hard.
She was stretched out on the bench in the cell hands behind her head bare feet crossed over each other, her boots haphazardly discarded on the floor.
"Get up."
She looked over and felt her stomach twist seeing him. He came for me. She sat up and the twist in her gut became a heavy, sickening knot. She couldn't go with him.
"Now." He ordered.
She took a deep breath and shook her head.
He grunted dismissively, but she continued.
"I 'm leaving, getting out of this shit hole. Just like you wanted. Remember?"
He shook his head and grimaced in frustration. "Changed my mind. Now get the fuck up. You're coming with me."
Changed his mind? He wants me? He had Harley's keys and started to unlock the cell
"No, there are people coming for me I can't." She choked out with resolve she didn't know she had.
Serena shut her eyes tight and gathered every ounce of strength against her urges; she was sober she was strong. She had a plan. He threw the cell door open with a loud crash of metal and stalked to her. He yanked her to her feet and pulled her close. He put his fingers inside the waistband of her skirt and pulled her body against his. The force of his gesture weakened her knees and she started to immediately feel that heat. "Look if you want a quick fuck before I go…"
He hit her so hard Harley heard it and came running when she cried out.
He had his gun drawn. "Look M-Mac leave her alone. Get out. I told you I can't let you do it, it ain't u-up to me th-this time. Outsiders involved."
Mac turned with his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "W-Walter knows and he said to keep her in here until she leaves. I h-have to…"
At the mention of his father's name Mac's face twisted with rage. "He said that huh? Well, whatever he says then.. " Mac's voiced seethed with anger. He stealthily pocketed Harley's keys and stomped out of the station. Nobody was gonna be pressing any charges.
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It was abrupt. It only took a moment to realize that an arm had grabbed her. It had all happened so fast, so effortlessly. Somebody had pulled her up from the cell bench, put a bitter smelling rag on her face: roses are red violets are blue, does this rag smell like chloroform to you? She was out within seconds.
Serena awoke in a panic and began looking around. All she could see was the rusted bed of the truck underneath her. The night air was chilly and smelled like poison as the vehicle sped down the deserted highway. She tried to scream but her mouth was firmly taped shut and she could only let out little groans of defiance. She tried to get up, but her wrists and her ankles were bound by rough prickly rope. She managed to turn on her the side. She knew it was Mac. She recognized the rusted red truck and recognized the feel of his grip before she passed out. But why? Why had he abducted her this way? She was on her way out of town like he wanted. He changed his mind, well if wanted one last fuck before she left all he had to do was ask. That 's why this was freaking her out. There was such ease in the way he took her like she was so light and defenseless to him. This only scared her more. She felt hot tears begin to run down her face, but she couldn't let her fear overtake her. Don't be so weak. She should figure out an escape plan. Right? Hell yes! Something told her this wasn't just bad this was deadly. He was going to kill her. She knew it. She remembered how he said he owned her and it sounded like threat. Now he was acting on it. This was not a game this was her life. She looked around more, shifting her body so that she could see the back of the truck better. . Nothing. Then turning to her left she let out a scream muffled by the duct tape. The bloody mutilated face of her mark from the bar, the guy whose wallet she tried to steal was beside her. Her eyes traveled further down seeing that his throat was slashed. He was dead. It shocked her but not as much as she thought it should have. She'd never been squeamish.
"You bitch! I'll show you to talk like that to me! I'll show you what you can do with a baby!"
"Let go Johnny! Please don't hit me like that. It hurts so bad. Stop it! I can't breathe." My legs feel wet. I look down at the pool of blood forming at my feet. "That's our baby there, Johnny. There on the sidewalk. I wish you let me wear panties." Maybe if I was wearing panties, they would have held the baby in.
"Wait, don't leave me here! See, I don't have a baby anymore! I'll forgive you! Oh God, it hurts so bad... don't leave me..."
She squeezed her eyes shut seeing dancing shapes on the inside of her lids. It was happening again.
If the bad side of you kills and takes over the good side would anyone even notice?
Her terror was battling a surge pride feeling that he must want her. She felt needed. Mac had obviously killed for her. Hell, he'd kidnaped me. Wait, that's sick. He'd knocked her out and bound and gagged her. He killed for me. That wasn't love was it? Or was it? Was it the ultimate act of want, need, love? No that was sick. She was so confused. The two sides were battling for control of her thoughts. She wasn't sure which side was winning all she knew was that she was stuck in the middle losing. That's when she felt the truck come to a stop. How long had they been driving? Minutes? Hours? She wouldn't let herself cry anymore and she swallowed her short panted whimpers. She didn't want to show Mac any more vulnerability than she had already. It's what he expected from her. He expected her to roll over and take it because she had, but being sober and talking to Rich had reminded her she could be stronger Right? She heard a door shut and anticipated what she knew would happen next. That's when she saw his already intimidating aura. She shivered as Mac looked her in the eyes with a prevalent raging desire. All this time she'd wanted to die. Now that she believed he might actually kill her, a desire to live suddenly sparked. His hunger for her was twisted and obvious, and she knew he had been holding back all this time. This was a different Mac, not holding anything back.
No chance for flight, she could fight. But could she? The shock hit Serena like a slap in the face. What was I thinking? He is an animal. A booze guzzling, methed out snakebiter misogynist son of a bitch. A real animal. What was I thinking? I 'm thinking nobody ever made me cum so fucking hard in my life. Am I strong enough do this? fight for my life?
She remembered the hatred and disappointment in his eyes from yesterday. The blazing blue hatred that frightened her but also felt familiar and made her body betray her. That's what she had to fight against. Get mad.
He leaned forward and grabbed her by her arms. She let out a little squeal under the tape and shook away from his grasp. He expelled a graveled sigh and grabbed her more firmly this time, lifting her onto his shoulder and pulling her off the truck bed. She could only see the ground and began squirming violently; making as much noise as possible in hopes that maybe someone nearby would hear her whimpers. But she knew that nobody would be there to save her. The next thing she knew Mac grunted "So you do have some fight," and shoved the sweet antiseptic smelling rag over her nose again.
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She'd been awake for a while, but she didn't know exactly how long. Time had become distorted, it was hard to judge accurately and she was still fighting off the effects of the chloroform. He hadn't gone easy on the stuff. She'd woken in dim golden light to the realization that she was bound, spread eagle with her hands and feet pulled slightly up from the surface of a thin, lumpy mattress. The ropes were tied to stakes driven into the ground at each point of the mattress. Her head felt fuzzy. Her eyes dry and itchy and she was thirsty. The ceiling and walls around her were rock. The 'floor' was dirt. She was in a cave. She strained to see as much as she could. Industrial steel drums, some kind of work table off against the wall cluttered with bottles and jars and jugs. Gallon containers of Draino, Prestone...The smell of ammonia hovered. Somebody was making meth and a lot of it. She knew a couple of tweakers from home with their own little lab in a backyard shed, but the large amount of ingredients here indicated a big operation. Made sense thinking of Mac's habit. She pulled at the ropes on her arms and legs, her anxiety increasing as the minutes ticked agonizingly by, but she was held fast. Her fear infused imagination worked frantically playing every possible scenario trying to make sense of her predicament. But nothing made any sense. Why would Mac do this? She'd give him anything he wanted. Her shoulders were beginning to ache and a tear slipped from the corner of one eye as she strained to hear anything and see more of her surroundings. Weak bitch, she scolded herself, don't you fucking cry.
Then he was there. Slowly he began walking around her, letting his eyes wander over her body. After circling her like his prey, he came to a stop and kneeled down between her legs on the mattress, his body radiating heat against her thighs. She looked at him in the dim light.
He ripped the tape from her mouth painfully.
"What the fuck Mac...what …"
"You ain't going anywhere tough girl. Think I'd let you leave? Stupid whore."
"Is that what this is? You are fucked you know that? You told me to leave."
"Changed my mind. Didn't listen to me did you? You made me do this. No, choice."
"I have to go, I can't stay here in this….shit hole town." She said. "Let me go you motherfucker!" She pulled at the ropes for emphasis.
He closed his eyes, let the air hiss between his teeth and chuckled, as if her plea had aroused him more than the sight of her tied up and helpless before him.
"Don't do this."
"Do what? What 'd ya think I'm gonna do?" He taunted her.
"Kill me."
He slapped her hard. "Shut the fuck up!"
Serena surprised the both of them when she said. "Untie me!"
"Uh-uh, not yet."
He said yet. Yet to untying me or to killing me?
"I have a lawyer coming. I am in trouble over that fucking bitch. You fucking called the cops...I have to deal with all this sh..."
He leaned in close to her face and rasped "I fuckin' saved your ass again. Nobody's around to press any charges." He licked his lips and grinned. "Liked what you did to Goldilocks' face, so I got you something. But you gotta earn it before I let you have it."
"Have what?"
He couldn't help himself, his own excitement getting the better of him.
He flashed her his blackened grin again. He put his hand under the back of her neck and raised her head so she could see the side of what was definitely a cave. In the glow of several camp lanterns, she saw the three girls from the bar. They were hanging bound and gagged by chained wrists on hooks drilled into the ceiling of the cavern. They looked to be partially conscious, the one in the pink dress actually struggling a little causing the chains to clink. He dropped her head so her eyes met his. She quickly looked away.
"How...why?..." Serena asked, knowing that she should be more shocked than she was.
It had been easy. Mac had followed the girls to the emergency room then back to the house they were renting. Then he waited outside in his truck. The first one he snatched when she went out to her car for something. The other two sleeping in their beds never know what hit them as he knocked them out the same way he'd done to Serena.
Her first thought was how long until I'm up there with them? She tensed her body and as if knowing what she thought he said. "You wanted to kill them right?' He looked almost mischievous when he said it.
"I heard you." He pushed her t-shirt up and slid his hands under her bra. He couldn't wait to touch her, run his hands roughly over her, punishing her tender, soft porcelain skin. "I wanna watch you do it."
He'd been dying to touch her. Earlier, when he got back to the cave, Mac had made the slut in the pink dress, the one with the big mouth Serena had messed up back at the bar, suck him off. But all he could think of was Serena, wishing it was her mouth around his dick. This bitch choked and wouldn't swallow. Her tears pissed him off for some reason and the begging and pleading didn't make him feel the way he wanted it to. He didn't get the power rush he usually did. All he could see was Serena licking his cum from her hair, calling him a real man. That was a different power. He'd never felt it before. How far would she go for him? He didn't bother to rape the other two. Just kicked them around broke some ribs before stringing them up.
Mac caught Serena's nipples between his fingers, pinched them, softly, then harder, then so hard she whimpered. When he took his hands away, her nipples throbbed, hard and full, and she realized with a resentful pang that the throb he'd created in her nipples was reverberating in her sex. He leaned in his slightly raspy voice low. "Is that little cunt of yours getting wet? Let's check on that pussy and see." He roughly pushed her skirt up. Another guttural chuckle, then lips hot and wet on the soft inside of her thigh sucking gently on the tender flesh slowly moving downward to stop just before touching her pussy. She had been holding her breath and gasped when he abruptly withdrew, the sound raw and ragged to her ears. She was losing.
"Oh, fuck.." slipped softly from her lips as his hands slid beneath her butt and his teeth moved her thong aside and his hot mouth found her clit and licked roughly. He lapped and sucked at the moist folds beneath it before again, withdrawing. She lay motionless panting shallowly and completely aroused, waiting for whatever was coming next, and completely horrified by the knowledge that she was so turned on despite truly believing he was going to kill her.
His fingers gripped her clit, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. She rolled her hips, her belly on fire.
"What are ..oh, oh, yeah...mmm...how fucked up is this...?" She sighed and murmured.
She wriggled ecstatically in his hands, encouraging his explorations, gasping with delight when two thick digits slid firmly inside her. He laid his other hand on top of her soft belly and pressed down as he curled his fingers into an upward hook and began to stroke the palm of the hand on her belly, slow, deep strokes that set her on fire. She groaned darkly and arched her back as far as she could, using the ropes to leverage herself into a better position. She'd never felt anything like it before.
Suddenly she felt his hot breath over her left breast, pushing her bra up and then teeth scratching over the soft skin. When he buried his teeth in her nipple and intense pain shot through her body. She actually screamed.
He grunted as he gave the other nipple attention. The great mixture of pain and pleasure made her wetter, and Serena actually felt her juices run. She thought back to childhood and her first sexual fantasy. It had made her seven-year-old self feel funny down there. Made her want to touch herself and be touched on the bad place, her mother called it. Her fantasy was always the same. She was kidnaped, tied up and ravaged by the Black Knight. The bad guy. She'd felt dirty and wrong because it wasn't the nice girl fantasy about Prince Charming or Lancelot rescuing her and marrying her; no it was always the Black Knight and he did filthy, wicked things to her while she waited for the White Knight to save her but he never came and secretly she didn't want him to. She was always so bad...she was the devil's girl. Momma said. Bad...
No one was coming to save her now either. She felt something metal, cold and hard, moving over her shoulder, neck and down to her nipple. Then Mac dragged it up and she felt cold steel against her cheek. Holding her breath, she moved her eyes and stared at the knife against her face; she saw the blade shimmer as it caught the lamplight. The knife slowly started to explore her body, going over her face, the cold weapon a contrast to her hot skin. She forced herself to lay completely still as the tip moved over her lips, then the jawbone and finally down to caress her neck. He played with it over her shoulder and then held it against her neck while leaning forward to run his tongue over her lips. He sliced through the fabric of her t-shirt and then the skirt, leaving her in only her black thong and lace push up bra. That was next to be destroyed by the blade.
She sucked his tongue into her mouth, staring hypnotized into his blazing eyes. He let her.
Then he let her kiss him before pulling back. Serena stretched her arms slightly, sending and intense shooting pain down her spine; they'd been in the same position above her head for so long. But when the knife gently touched her skin her entire focus was on the cold steel. She looked at it while it lifted up a nipple. Holding her breath again, she saw her nipple growing even harder in response. Next he moved the knife down over her belly to her crotch. She raised her head as much as she could and stared open-mouthed at the at the knife as Mac, sitting between her knees, let the steel tease over her thighs. He dragged out the torture, focusing intently almost obsessively like he could go on forever, never tiring of his work.
With a precise move, he cut her underwear off and lifted the thong to his face to breathe in her scent. He chewed on the damp part before holding it to her face and shoving it in her mouth. His face was tense and determined as he spread her cunt lips with his fingers and slowly moved the knife from her thigh to her center. She heard him breathing in raspy short gasps and grunts and as the knife stroked her wet folds Serena never felt more vulnerable and helpless in her life. Finally, Mac reached his destination. He lifted her clit carefully with the blade; Serena bit down hard on the fabric to stifle her scream. Blinking rapidly she watched him lean down to lick her clit on the knife point. She felt such intense sensation she almost fainted. Somehow Mac knew exactly how to touch her and he continued to let his tongue play over her clit in contrast to the sharp knife. He could see her getting closer to the edge, so he backed off to study her.
"See slut," he said. "Your body was made for fucking. All bitches are."
She couldn't answer through the fabric in her mouth. When he pulled the thong from her gritted teeth, she rested her tongue on her lower lip, waiting with eyes begging. He liked that. The begging was suddenly more of a turn on than fighting; at least with Serena. She began breathing harder as he pushed his fingers between her lips and slowly started to fuck her mouth; she closed her lips tight around the dirty, calloused masculine fingers.
Slowly, he increased the pace pumping his fingers fast and hard into her mouth. She tasted the dirt and something bitter on them but kept her mouth locked carefully, sucking passionately on them covering them with saliva. Then with fingers all the way in, he stopped and looked at her, his eyes fiery and demanding. He pulled his fingers out and dropped the knife beside them. He violently ripped open the snaps of his coveralls and shoved them down over his shoulders below his waist. This time he also removed the tattered, stained undershirt.
Breathing hard, sitting in her own juices, her eyes followed as he pushed his boxers down his narrow hips. Mac saw the excitement in her eyes when she saw his lean muscled arms and chest then his hard cock throbbing in front of her. Build her up, make her want him. She wanted him. Hypnosis of lust.
He wrapped her hair a few times around his fist before roughly jerking her backward and leaning forward to bite her neck. He pulled her head back even further, making it hard for her to breath. He closed his hand around his shaft and rubbed the head of his cock against her lips covering them with pre-cum.
She gasped for air when his hand moved further down and his knuckles caressed her belly, hips, finally ending on her thigh. With circulating moves, he reached her center and felt how dripping wet she was. He he pushed her knees even wider apart reaching over to take up his knife.
He ran it across her inner thigh leaving long red drag marks. She saw herself through his eyes, his slut tied up and perfectly exposed. He moved over her and cut the ropes. Before she could even rub feeling back into the numb wrists, Mac flipped her and moved his firm hands over her body squeezing and groping roughly.
His touch made her weak and she pushed up against his strong body. She groaned softly, whispering as he bit her neck and opened the wound he'd made the other day and sucked the fresh blood. The stinging pain was too much. "Please, please... I want to feel you inside me." She felt the screaming building up inside her, filling her. Oh, I like it so much. I want you in me Black Knight. Can you read my mind Black Knight?
He grunted, chuckled and slid off her. "Bet you do."
"What the fuck. Don't stop…" She turned her head and looked back at him.
His voice was low and demanding as he kneeled behind her stroking himself. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy so hard gonna be sore for days."
He leaned over, bit her neck again and pulled her up on all fours so she could to take her punishment or get her reward. Serena's mind was confused and clouded with pain, pleasure, lust and a sick pride that he wanted her.
Mac grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back bending her body to his. The position made Serena groan and gasp for air. She cried out at the first slap across her ass. Soon he'd begun hitting with such force that the pale skin had turned dark pink and the stinging burn made her shiver on weakening knees. Mac's hand forcing her head back was a steady reminder that he owned her. When he changed position a little she felt his hard shaft poking her, like the sword of the Black Knight ready to impale her, rip into her proving that this was turning him on just as much as her. She licked her dry lips and begged to be fucked brutally. He jerked her head back pulling her hair, painfully until she was kneeling, her back against his sweaty chest. He put his mouth next to her ear and rasped "I'm going to fuck you like a dog on a bitch in heat."
He firmly put her back on all fours, positioned his cock at her entrance and without further warning thrust himself inside of her. Serena gasped when he forced the tight walls apart and made her cunt lips spread for his cock. It was harder and more brutal than when he'd fucked her the day before. She had been so out of it, clouded by the drugs. Today, sober she felt everything. The pain made it real for her.
He grabbed her long hair in two tails to bend her body, grasped her hips and pounded deep. Her juice ran down his balls making them both sticky, and he started thrusting so roughly she felt like he could tear her in two. She moaned, overwhelmed with pain and pleasure, helpless as he used her body as a fuck doll, pulling her onto him by her hips with each thrust. Her cunt contracted in protest, thrusting through the tightness only gave him more pleasure.
He pushed her upper body down so her nipples rubbed against the mattress. When she groaned loudly, he reached around to her clit. With a firm finger he started playing with it gently, still moving in and out brutally. She cried out loud when her orgasm swelled and crashed over her; she started cramping around his cock. Her pussy squeezed and milked him while he continued to push himself even deeper. The sensitivity from her climax made her realize how sore her cunt was as it ached from his demanding thrusts. Powerless and overcome with desire she closed her eyes and saw stars.
His hand left her clit and he started spanking her ass while he continuing to grind. Each time he pulled in, he made sure to rub his thighs against her violated ass. It made the burning feelings stronger, and she shook hard. The pain came from her ass being spanked, from the cock punishing her cunt, and the hand fisting her hair.
Serena couldn't help herself and started to cry softly. The intensity overwhelmed her. No one had ever brought her to this level of pain and pleasure and she felt like it was too much. Yet when she opened her mouth, she begged him to take her harder. He answered by pumping faster, hammering furiously. She shook as her pulsing core throbbed with heat and she came harder the second time.
"This is how a real man does it... a real man fucks!" He groaned out, feeling her cum around him, and looking at the dangling bodies across the cave. Then he quickly pulled her up on all fours by her hair and came hard in her cunt with a deep groan of satisfaction.
Their mixed juices filled her and escaped down her thighs when he pulled out. He roughly flipped her onto her back while she was still trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt like she'd just sprinted a mile. She was still feeling euphoric from the orgasms when he pushed his sticky cock against her lips. She took it in and sucked it clean. She slipped her tongue along the underside and heard him groan. He moaned again as her swollen lips stretched around his shaft.
When he decided he was clean, he pulled out and got up from the mattress.
"Do I gotta tie you up again?" He asked.
She shook her head. She lay on her back breathing hard, no power left, her head spinning. Her whole body was pulsing. He wanted her. She wasn't going anywhere.
"I got work to do." He pulled his coveralls on. He looked at the girls hanging before him but in his sex sated state he wasn't ready for them yet. He looked back at Serena sprawled out on the mattress in her own post-sex haze. Her long dark hair was tangled and spread out beneath her, the bruises and abrasions on her face visible under her disappearing makeup. Her eyes smudged with Kohl, lips swollen, red and rubbed raw. A fucked up broken doll. His fucked up broken doll. She wasn't going anywhere. They had all the time the world to play with those bitches. All the time in the world. He grabbed a gas mask from a hook on the wall and pulled it down over his head, turning to the table. Fucking Walter. He had orders piled up.
Serena felt sleep descending. She closed her eyes and remembered.
I was a little girl once. I lived in a flat top house with its own backyard. I had a little white cat named Snow that loved me. The man Mama made us call Daddy loved me too but i don't think it was the kind of love daddy's were supposed to show their little girls or else he wouldn't tell me it was our secret right? Sometimes I would try to play outside with the other children, but they always called me names.
"Crazy girl, crazy girl!" Toby from down the road shouts at me, circling me and shooting me with his squirt gun.
"Leave me alone. I just want to play Barbies with Penny.
"Well, Penny doesn't like you crazy girl. Hazy, lazy, spacey, crazy girl."
"Shut up! Why don't you shut up?" I yell and yell, but the children never stop teasing. They hate me. Just like Mama. Mama hates me cause I'm always doing bad things. Devil's girl.
"I just got off the phone with little Mike's Mother you little bitch. She says you were showing your bad place to that boy. That's a bad, evil thing, do you hear me? Evil!" Mama's face gets so red when she's angry, and she puts it so close to mine. Her breath smells like cigarettes.
"I'm sorry Mama. I didn't want to but he said he'd buy me a candy bar if I did."
"Then he's almost as bad as you Serena! Do you know what you're going to be if you keep doing that? A whore! Don't you ever be no whore girl? I'd just die if you were a whore."
The man Mama makes us call Daddy is home now. Mama is telling him about all the bad things me and Rory my stepbrother did today. I'm in bed, hugging Snow close and trying not to listen, but her voice is so loud. My step brother is teasing through the wall.
"Nyah, nyah, you're gonna get a whipping, you're gonna get a whipping, Crazy Girl."
"No. Daddy loves me. He won't whip me."
"Will too, will too. He's my daddy and he hates you; and your mama's real mad. Maybe he's gonna come kill you."
Maybe. Maybe I deserve it. Maybe he's gonna come kill me.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
When she woke up, he was working over at the table.
"Hey, "She called. He looked like a monster in that mask hunched over the table. She didn't think she was afraid anymore.
When she saw her awake, he pulled the mask off his face and said "Fuckin sleeping beauty" with disdain. "They're gonna be dead before you even get to play." She put on his discarded boxers and wife beater since he had ruined her clothing. She was also barefoot as he hadn't bothered to bring her boots when he kidnaped her from the jail. He stomped over to her and yanked her up roughly the by the arm shoving her in front of the girls. "I figure one for you, one for me, and the last one we can share." He took a swig from the bottle of whiskey in his hand. He offered her the bottle of Jack. She hesitated but only for a second. She accepted it and took a long swallow of the burning amber liquid that paved her road to hell.
Serena was not as horrified as she knew she should be. He really did this for me?
"Why did you do this?" She asked, taking another shot of whiskey.
"You said you wanted to kill them bitches."
"A figure of speech, I didn't mean …"
"You meant it." That's what he had recognized in her eyes yesterday. The hatred, the need for vengeance. He had it too.
"Heard what they said to you. Fuckin sluts deserve it. Nobody messes with what's mine. " He said the last part to the three semi conscious women hanging from the ceiling in front of him.
Vomit bubbled up in the girl's throats Serena saw them fight it back down. They were crying. Sobbing in terror and disbelief. They wanted to wake up from this fucking nightmare.
Mac looked at them with disdain. There was not one ounce of pity in his burning stare. "People get what they deserve."
Serena had the feeling he'd done this before. Many times.
I'm yours? You did this for me? With those thoughts, her hand moved to his and clasped the knife's hilt.
"Cut her throat all the way to her spine." He ordered. He wondered if she'd do it, how far she'd go for him. With him.
Serena's mouth fell open. No! Her brain told her, Please...this a point of no return isn't it? But her tongue formed the word "Yes." Yes. He did this for me, for me…this is what a real man does.
Do you know what you're going to be if you keep doing that? A whore! Don't you ever be no whore girl? I'd just die if you were a whore." Serena heard her mother's voice, then heard the girls screaming "whore, slut, nasty cunt" at her in the bar.
"Told you about messing with the wrong people," Serena said to the girls viciously. "There are some really sick people out there." She laughed then clapped her hand over her mouth.
Serena wanted to please Mac; show him she appreciated what he'd done but she was also angry and wanted to pay those bitches back. He was right. That was the thought that pushed this is wrong, this is murder from her mind. She felt like she was only watching as her hand and the knife slid over the first girl's torso to hover above her throat. She felt her hand move. Her eyes widened. A sickening gurgle reached her ears. She felt a spray of moisture strike her throat, chin, and cheeks. A splattering of crimson droplets shot across her face.
Mac shuddered and his cock jerked to attention. He had to stop himself from grabbing Serena, shoving her down and fucking her on the dirt floor. No, not yet, they'd just gotten started. The blood had just begun to flow.
The girl's scream was cut short by the knife slicing her vocal cords. Her two companions howled in terror as the blonde's body shuddered and her eyes darted to the heavens. Below, her Serena heard the blood drip turn into a trickle as it soaked into the floor of the cave. She was mesmerized by the patterns the blood droplets made when they fell. Then she felt Mac behind her, his hot breath on her neck, straining erection against her ass. He was grinding into her with his arousal. "Good girl, mmm, good girl." Serena felt something in her shift. Self-esteem, dirty, warped self-esteem. He was proud of her. His voice had a different tone. Was it affection?
"My turn." he grinned against her cheek.
Serena stood back and watched.
Gasp.
Thrust
Scream
Slice
Shriek.
Pull up
Vermilion rivulets.
Spasm, twitch
Still
And again
Mac placed her hands over his on the bloody knife and thrust it into the abdomen of the third girl. He held it there for a second before pulling her hands and the knife up, using both their strength to slice the bitch wide open. Entrails slid out and hit the floor with a sloppy wet squelch. Serena fell back against Mac. The smell was far worse than the sight. Serena realized rending flesh makes a distinctive sound. It's hard to describe. Like ripping apart your roast chicken. But wetter. The grind of , cartilage, the ragged, frantic tear of stretched muscle and flesh. The liquid spatter of blood and fluids. It's a sound you can only truly begin to describe once you've experienced it.
The three women had watched her and seen the gore running in rivulets from their throats and abdomen, their blood spattering on Serena's groin and down her legs to drip onto the ground around her. Their gore. Horror added to fear as they managed to look down at the wreckage of their once perfect bodies and knew they were dead.
The sound of the blood draining from the young girl's body assaulted Serena's senses for minutes? But it seemed like hours.
"Now what?" She asked.
His inhale was more snarl than breath. Less than a second later his fingers wrapped themselves in her locks. He dragged her and threw her against the nearest wall. He clawed his boxers down over her hips and ripped open his coveralls. "You did good with them Goldilocks sluts. Real good." He groaned as he plowed into her depths. His chest found her back and she could feel his heart pounding. His shallow grunting reached her ears, each hoarse rumble timed with a hard thrust from his cock. Serena worked her clit furiously so they reached release together.
Afterward, he stood behind her panting into her ear as she braced herself against the wall. She put her head into the pain, into the pain she put her head into the pain, into the pain And then she pulled back, the bloody remains...
Mac realized that with every woman, there'd be that heat, that intensity the first couple of times together, those first, fierce, hot fucks. But no matter how good, how wild that first encounter was, within a week or, fuck, a few days now, it was over. He'd get rid of them. It would be the same with Serena, Mac knew it. But for now, he liked that he inspired that trembling in her and that look she gave him. Like he was her whole world. Her God. A real man. It might last longer with her, but only because she was so fucked up; it was what excited him but would eventually make him need to kill her.
Looking at her now with her wanting eyes, he remembered that first time in the motel room when she asked him to stay. It didn't bother hm so much now. He was in charge. She'd jumped through his hoops and he could strangle her with them if he wanted to.
She slid out from under him and pulled up his boxers. He stared at the flawless, pale skin of her legs spattered with blood. When he looked up, his eyes didn't have the disgust she was used to seeing. They looked calmer, sated somehow. He was proud of her? No one was ever proud of her. Mac touched her shoulder. She closed her eyes.
Rory touches my shoulder. He's in bed with me now, his little ten year old penis is hard. Mama is still yelling in the living room.
"Wanna fuck, Crazy Girl?" Rory asks me.
"No." I shook my head and pushed him away.
"Yeah you do. Now be quiet before Mamma comes to kill us."
I shove his head under the covers to hide him. He goes down and starts to lick my bad place. I let him because it feels so good. I'm so bad. I didn't even tell Mama the worst part; that I did let Little Mike touch my bad place. I think of my shiny silver dollars and about all I'm gonna buy with them. A candy bar and soda, maybe even a comic book; even though I don't like them, not really.
"Honestly Eva," I hear Daddy say, "you know what the Doctor said about Serena. You know that girl has problems."
"Doctor?" Mama screams, "Doctor? I don't care about no Doctors! Look at this damn bible Mister! Look at it!"
Rory is making the screaming build up inside me. If it gets out, Mama will hear and she'll come kill us. Mama and the preacher from the church. The Preacher who holds the poisonous snakes; he holds them and they don't bite him. How does he do that? Its God not the devil mama says.
"They hate you," Rory says from between my legs. "They hate you cause you're bad. But I'll love you. I'll love you if you fuck me." No, he won't, not really. Everybody says the will love me if I let them inside me. Little Mike, Uncle Phil, Daddy... but I don't believe it. I close my eyes and pretend they are the Black Knight. He loves me. Only him.
She shook the memory from her head. "What now?" she asked again.
"Gotta Make 'em disappear." Mac muttered nodding up at the corpses. He pulled the tin from his pocket and swiped a large finger full of powder over his top gums. He gestured to the bodies in front of them.
"OK TIME TO DO SHIT! WHAT NEEDS DONE... TONS NEEDS DONE... Let's DO SHIT!" He clapped his hands together and shouted with the rush of the drug.
Then he held the tin out to her. She was a benzo girl, she'd never tried meth. She hesitated... but the memories were getting bad again. Really bad. She hesitated but…
