Part Four-Shane Makes An Appearance

The torture that I was forced to endure continued over the next 24 hours.

Every now and then, Taker would come in, put the blindfold over my eyes, and tied my hands behind my back. Then the mystery asshole would come in, push my face into the bed, and have his way with me for a few minutes. Afterwards, my bonds were freed and the blindfold removed. I knew nothing about this pervert, other than he obviously got off on using me as his personal pleasure slave. It didn't help that it didn't get any easier over time.

But there were those other moments, too.

When I wasn't being raped, Taker would come in, tie my hands up, pull me over to him and sit me in front of him. He forced me to watch as he jacked himself off, the whole time, calling Stephanie's name.

One time, he even made me go down on him as he told me, in very graphic detail, how he was going to take her virginity and make her his.

Sick. Completely sick and depraved man, he was.

So it was now Sunday night. I was hurting something awful, and I needed to eat. Not to mention, I was in one hell of a fighting mood. I wanted 2 things: I wanted out of this nightmare, and I wanted to know where Shane was. Hopefully they were treating him a hell of a lot better than they were treating me, because I was ready to take every last one of those mother fuckers out if they so much as laid a finger on him.

Suddenly, Taker came in the room with some food. You have to admit, for a nasty individual, he sure feeds you well. I needed my energy if I ever got the chance to make a break for it.

"You've been such a good girl, Ryan."

"Whatever." I grunted.

"You've been so good, I have a little surprise for you."

"You know, I'm rather sick of your surprises."

He laughed in that goddamn evil way I'd grown to despise. "Maybe so. But I know you'll really like this one. O.K. Guys, bring him in."

The Acolytes brought in someone whose hands were tied and had a hood over their head. Taker pulled it off to reveal...

"Shane!" I tried to run over to him, but Taker grabbed my arm and held me back. "What the hell have you done to him?!" His shirt was torn, and he was sporting a black eye. Obviously he'd put up a better fight against the Ministry than I did.

"That information is only shared on a need-to-know basis. Trust me, you don't need to know." He turned to the Acolytes. "Leave us."

They threw Shane onto the floor and exited hastily. Taker grabbed him by his shirt. "He sure is scrappy, I'll give him that." He sat Shane up on the floor by the bed.

"While we have an audience, you and I are going to put on a little show for him." He dragged me over to the chair in the corner.

Oh, God, no! Not in front of Shane!

He sat down and placed me in front of him. Then he undid his pants and stroked himself just enough to get him hard.

"Now you...finish the job." He ordered. He grabbed me by the hair and guided me to his hard manhood. I started licking up and down as he groaned my name.

I knew this was extreme hell for me, but I couldn't imagine how it must have been for Shane...having to watch me perform such a vile act on an even more vile person.

After a few minutes of this, Taker suddenly pulled me off of him.

"You know, something doesn't seem right. I've got this incredible craving to see you do this to young Shane over there."

NO. Now he was going too far.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I spat out in disgust.

"You think I'm kidding, little girl?" He grabbed me by the throat and led me over to Shane's unconscious body.

"Wake up, boy." He tried to shake him awake. "This pretty young thing has a gift for you. Now get to work!" He demanded.

"I'm sorry, Shane." I said quietly as I undid his pants and pulled out his shaft. Taker forced my head down on Shane's lap. I couldn't believe I was doing this to him. Someone who I had come to actually like and view as a potential friend.

I started licking him quickly, hoping to get this over with.

"Take him in, you filthy whore." Taker growled. I did as he said, and began moving my mouth back and forth on him. It felt like it was taking forever, but soon, Shane's shaft exploded in my mouth and I waited until he was done, then I spit his seed out. No way was I swallowing that.

As soon as I was done, Taker grabbed me by the hair and once again pulled me towards him.

"What a good girl you are. But you're not done yet."

Next thing I knew, Taker had forced his hard shaft back into my mouth, and was moving my head back and forth rapidly. Soon, he came, yelling out my name. He even forced me to swallow his own seed. The whole thing made me want to puke my guts out.

"Very good. You've left me satisfied. I am pleased with your work." He walked out the room, but returned quickly, holding what looked to be a piece of black clothing. He threw it at me. "Get dressed. We're going on a little trip."

So I took off my dress, and put the outfit on, with him watching, unfortunately. It appeared to be a black caftan. Then he dragged me by the arm and led me out to a van.

"But what about Shane?" I asked.

"Shane is no longer of use to me. He's his father's problem now." He said as I got in the back of the van. He closed the door, leaving me in darkness.

"You know where to go." I heard him tell someone. The engine turned and soon we were off to God knows where.

As I rode in the back of this van, I hugged myself and began to cry.

For the first time since this whole ordeal began, I was left to think about everything that had occurred. From what was supposed to be an innocent date with Shane, to both of us being abducted by the Ministry of Darkness, and then me being violated in the worst way...and then violating Shane in the same fashion...all thanks to one perverted, twisted man.

The Undertaker.

If he'd do this to me and Shane...for God's sake, I prayed he didn't get his hands on Stephanie ever again.

But I couldn't worry about that now. All I could think was "What could possibly be next?"