Still yanking her hair roughly Mac pushed Serena onto her knees beside the table. She began to giggle feeling surreal. He wanted her to give him head now? Of course he did.

"Think its funny?" He asked sitting down. "I'll shut you up good." Mac violently pulled her face into his lap, shoving his thick cock down her tight little throat. He held her there a minute, amazed at how far he'd penetrated on the first thrust. He savored the feeling of her choking on him. When he pulled back to allow her a quick breath, she put her hands on his thighs and tried to gain control of the blow job. As she ran her tongue over his slit and tasted his precum, he sucked in his stomach and expelled a harsh breath. He didn't want it slow. He wanted to fuck her mouth and fuck it hard. He wanted to make sure she knew he was punishing her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and thrust into her mouth. Holding her head steady, he moaned. She was taking it so good for him, just like always. She said he was a real man. Fucking right he was. "You're gonna swallow too every fucking drop." He ordered between grunted breaths.

"Mmm hmmm she moaned around his dick causing his hips to buck as he shoved down her throat again.
"Ah, fuck..." This was heaven. He began to pound her in earnest. He rammed violently in and out of her battered doll face, choking her with both his hand and cock.

"Good girl, good girl." He groaned as he ravaged her throat. "That's it hold still and let me hurt you... fuck... you like sucking cock girl? Kneeling like a fucking whore? Mmm.. A little harder now bitch I'm gonna make it really hurt now. Okay? You take it like a good little girl." He knew she would. She took it better for him than anyone else ever had.
Lost in his own sensation, Mac doubted if he would have noticed had she tried to fight him. He was relatively sure she didn't though. He raped her throat brutally, oblivious by this point to anything but his own approaching orgasm. He released himself filling her mouth with more than she could swallow right away. His cum dripped down her chin and was on her cheeks. She made a defiant show of running her forefinger through it sensually scraping it from her skin and sucking it slowly from her fingers.

He hid his enjoyment with gruff words. "Clean me up. You made such a damn mess."

She leaned in again and licked him clean. He hadn't been this cold to her since before he started cutting her. The approval he seemed to give her for that was suddenly gone. She felt like a naughty child. But it was her own fault. Why, why did she try to run?

"Cut me." She said looking up, her eyes huge, dark and begging. She pulled up her slip and put his hand on the M he'd carved into her abdomen.

He pulled it back roughly. What the hell? She wanted him.

She grabbed and pawed at the knife in his pocket. "Please…" she was practically whining, begging him to do it. Don't ignore me, her mind screamed. Pain was better than this dismissive disgust.Don't, don't leave me.

He shoved her back as if she gave him an electric shock. His own twisting gut told him this was dangerous for him. Was he feeling something? His self-preservation instinct kicked in.

"You want to go, fucking go."

"What?"

"You heard me." He said tucking his dick back in his pants and zipping up. He dragged her along the floor, stalking over to the door and threw it open. "Go, get out of my sight."

Serena stood slowly and stepped outside on the rickety splintering porch. She felt fresh air for the first time in three weeks? It felt like an eternity. And no one is looking for me? She felt a chill.

She glanced behind her expecting him to be there, breathing down her neck but he wasn't. She started gingerly down the steps.

She felt sandy soft dirt beneath her feet. As she tentatively reached the side of the house she was shocked by a snarling snapping German Shepherd behind a rusted chain link fence. When she got her bearings again, she approached unafraid. The closer she got, the quieter the dog became.

"Poor thing, I know you are a prisoner too, huh?"'

His ferocious barking seceded into soft submissive whines the closer she got. "I'm sorry."

She'd always been able to do that with animals. Her mother said it was another sign that she must be a devil girl. Children born on Christmas day as Serena was were said to have the power to communicate with animals. Tame the savage beasts as it were.

She walked further from the house and sank to her knees. The terrain before her was barren. Some dry brush and gnarled trees lay before the parched landscape that led to the canyons. The sun was lowering to the red tips of the rock formations on the horizon. Desert. Deserted. The temperature was dropping with the sun. Like, she was gonna make it back to the highway or town clad in only an Elizabeth Taylor Cat on a Hot Tin Roof style nylon slip, barefoot, hungry, thirsty coming down form a meth high. She'd die out there and he knew it. She continued to kneel and put her face into her hands, unsure again of whether to cry or laugh. A movie heroine would do it, just take off and trek across the desert and make it back. Serena was no heroine and this was no movie. She was confused and wanted someone to tell her what to do. And then she felt Mac's boot kick the small of her back. She fell forward face down into the dust.

"Aint you gonna run bitch? Now's your chance. Better take it."

She didn't answer, just lay in the dirt. He shoved her forward again with his boot.

"Fuck you." She murmured, "You know there's nowhere for me to go. Fuck this. All of it."

He grunted. Not as stupid as most women who'd make a run for the highway, get lost in the canyons and die of exposure.

"Come here." He said it as an order but almost softly, almost with comfort? When he gripped her upper arm she let him pull her to her feet. She was shaking, actually shivering uncontrollably. She turned and embraced him. Shocking both of them, he didn't stop her. He pulled her against him and whispered. "Remember who you belong to."

He lifted her into his arms and carried her back into the dark dingy confines of his house once again.

Free will is an illusion.

Serena sank into a chair at the kitchen table as Mac went back to the truck and finished unloading the supplies. As he finished putting some canned food into a store cupboard. She whispered in a puzzled voice. "Why did you bring me back in. You told me to go."
Mac looked at her, an unfamiliar expression on his face. He seemed troubled. "You'd be dead out there in a few hours," he replied. This was true, but it did nothing to really explain his actions. Isn't that what he wanted? Up until now, Serena had been sure that Mac existed solely to enjoy causing other people pain. Didn't he want her dead? Maybe he didn't? There was no way that he seemed capable of any depth of feeling. So why did it seem as if he was upset at the thought of her dying?

Serena dragged her shaking body to her feet and stumbled towards Mac. She flung her arms around him and hugged for dear life. "Thank you," she whispered, the words muffled since her mouth was pressed into Mac's neck. Surprising both of them again, he slid his arms around her in response, and rested his cheek on the top of her head, holding her until her shaking subsided.

"I'm cutting you back. The shit is making you crazy."

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Only a month before Serena sat in Rich's office at the rehab facility, answering all the questions he posed trying to figure out which kind of crazy she was.

"You know I think my mama ...mother, I mean, was afraid of me. My mother, had a literal belief in scripture, Mark 16: 15- 18. I still remember it, crazy what your brain keeps space for. Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all."

"That's where a lot of your song lyrics come from isn't it?" Rich asked

"Snakes and strychnine." Serena nodded, "To my mother, hell was fire and brimstone and the mark of the beast was real. I swore she checked me for it every day till I got out of that damn crazy house. You know we didn't celebrate birthdays. I never had a birthday cake or present till I was 19 years old. No Christmas either. Mama said Secular holidays celebrated man above God. Christmas was my birthday. "

"And sex? How did she feel about that?"

"She said it was a sin to even hold hands with a man until you were married. Nothing worse than being a whore. So yeah that petty much meant I blew her mind. Specially when the neighbor boys started shooting their mouths off…. I was mama's project, not her daughter. " Serena smiled bitterly. "But I got out."

Serena closed her eyes and forgot Rich was even there for a minute.

"What the hell are you doing, give me that!"

The man I called daddy grabbed the bottle the preacher man gave mama out of her hands. She was yelling and saying it was time to see if the devil had been driven out of me yet.

"Eva, This is poison, you'll kill that girl."

"If its Jesus' will!" Mama screamed.

"That you go to prison? You are crazy Eva, crazy." He hit her and she shut up. That always shut mama up.

He took the bottle and smashed it on the side of the house. Later he kissed me, not like a daddy should kiss his little girl. He put his hand on my bad place and said "Its time for you to thank me little girl. Show me how grateful you are ."

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Mac was trying to cut her back on the meth. He'd noticed the change in her. She couldn't handle it. She was getting to be too unpredictable. She tried to run after all. Maybe he'd get her back on her benzos. Better bet. He was thinking of cutting back himself. His mind had been betraying him lately. He didn't like the thoughts he was having about Serena. It was past time to get rid of her but she was still here.

"Give me some please...Mac come on. I need it."

He just shook his head.

"You're pissed at me I can tell. Why? What did I do now? Why are you mad at me?" She felt alone, desolate, like a bad girl. She was jonesing and shaky and couldn't handle his rejection not now."

"Shut up. You tried to leave. Now do what I fuckin' say or I'll dump all the shit down the drain." He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed, the pushed her back on the bed.

Hating herself for being weak she fought to stop her tears from falling as she tried to compare the man who had tenderly embraced her last night with the monster she had met today. She wondered fleetingly if maybe he had split personalities

"What do you want, huh? My lips? My ass? Just tell me what to do and I'll do it, I promise. Please don't throw my happy stuff away."
"Fuck me good and then you can have some." Mac liked her begging. "Off." He motioned to her slip. She pulled it up over her head exposing herself to him: every knife slice now scabbing, every purple flowering bruise, every bite mark marring her once perfect porcelain skin. He liked it better this way. He licked his lips and grabbed the back of her neck.

She kissed him, he let her. She murmured in his ear. "I will, you'll feel really good...touch me please…."
The Black Knight feels the part of my pretty stomach that my shirt doesn't cover, and then pushes his hands up till it doesn't cover anything anymore. It's cold my nipples are hard. He kneels and licks them, sending little fire-fly tingles all through me. Oh God, Mama, I'm sorry if I like it. I know it's bad. I'm going to do the bad thing with the Black Knight I'm going to let him inside my bad, wet place and it's going to feel so good. I'm sorry.

She felt like she was going crazy, in two worlds. He shoved her so that she fell onto her back on the bed, her legs splayed invitingly. Her hair was wild and her face was flushed. He stood over her for a moment, allowing the expression on his face to become hard and brutal as he shrugged his coveralls off of his shoulders and they dropped to the floor.

"You make me feel so good Mac, make me feel good...please."

He stripped off his t-shirt watching her eyes dart to his scars then roll back in her head. Mac was more than ready to fuck the life out of her, but he hadn't finished putting her back in her place. He slid his free hand to her jaw and gripped firmly, dragged her eyes level with his. She flinched at the eye contact, still not used to him letting her look at him, but didn't dare turn away.

"You're gonna fuck me good tough girl," he growled at Serena softly. Her breathing visibly increased in speed as he spoke. "But... not yet." He released her jaw and slid his hand down her chest to stroke over her right breast gently, his rough fingertips slowly grazing her soft, creamy flesh. She writhed against him for a moment before realizing that this only pressed her clit against his dick even harder. Her nipple tightened as he circled his palm over it before rolling the little bud between his finger and thumb. He moved his hand on to her other breast, and then leaned down to take her right nipple into his mouth, alternately sucking gently and then biting down on it slowly. Serena couldn't predict at his actions. Sometimes he was being gentle and sucking on her breast, and then he would suddenly sink his teeth into it instead. She had to admit the combination of different sensations always affected her, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning softly at the way he was touching her. He moved his mouth onto her other breast, and stroked his hand down over her stomach slowly, stopping just at the center of her thighs. She bucked as he slid his hand over her abdomen, and Mac smiled against her breast. He stroked over the area again gently, then slid his palm over her side slowly. She shuddered, then her back arched against him automatically, causing her to press her breast against his mouth more firmly.

Mac slid back up Serena's body so that he could whisper into her ear again. "Do you like that, little slut?"

She moaned against him wretchedly, and he smiled. "You need my big, hard cock inside you? You need to be fucked? You getting wet for me?"

I feel the screaming building up in me, filling me. Oh, I like it so much. I want you in me, Black Knight. I want your essence to coat my insides.

Mac's voice was hoarse, he was getting turned on. He hadn't moved his hand from her stomach, and she bit her lip in anticipation as he started to slide downwards towards her clit. With his weight on her and his legs between her thighs, there was nothing that she could do to deny him access. Not that she would have.
"Oh please," Serena whispered desperately, her body trembling against the gentle hand stroking down towards her pussy. To her surprise, he avoided both her clit and her opening, instead choosing to stroke his fingertips around the edge of her outer lips several times. Her skin was suddenly extremely sensitive, and she jerked against him in response to his touch. He then stroked the tip of one finger very lightly from the bottom of her opening up to her clit, and she writhed against him once again.
"Oh, god!" she whispered softly as Mac slowly spread her folds open so that he could touch her gently. "Oh no..." He was doing this to control her, and she knew it, but she still couldn't stop her body from doing what it wanted to do. Once she was fully spread for him, he circled that damned finger around her opening slowly, and then up to circle around her clit very gently. He knew exactly what her body needed. Part of her hated it but the other loved it? Loved? Love?

Serena was whining softly, she just couldn't help herself. He had hardly even touched her, but she was moaning more than she ever had during sex in the past. He slid his mouth back to her ear, and she whimpered in response to the sound of his voice.
"You like this," he whispered as he circled his finger around her opening once again. "Don't you?" When she didn't reply, he went on to say "Answer me girl. I can make this very painful, you know I can."

"Yes," Serena said, her voice barely audible even though Mac's ear was only inches from her mouth. He smiled against her ear.

"You wet, baby?" he asked, but didn't wait for a response. He slid his finger inside her just a little, up to his first knuckle, stroked around in a circle and then slid out of her again. She gasped in response, was once again overcome as she felt her hips buck up against him in search of the lost finger.

She was wet; they both knew she was. So when Mac brought his glistening finger up in front of her face so that she could see it, he did it purely to humiliate her. And she knew she was supposed to hate him for it, about as much as she thought she could ever hate another person. But when he placed his finger in front of her mouth and told her to lick, she found an entirely new level of confusion. She wanted to believe it was because he'd hurt her if she didn't; that this was all just her means to survive him. But it wasn't. Not any more. She willingly opened her mouth and took his finger into it, gently lapping her tongue around his wet digit until she had licked it clean.
His eyes were still brutal, but they were no longer cold. They were burning. Serena took comfort in the knowledge that Mac was equally as affected by her as she was by him. He had slid his hand back between her legs, and this time his thumb was stroking over her clit gently. She was shocked to find that within a minute he had the exact pressure and speed that he needed to use to make her come for him.
Mac knew that Serena was ready to come, but he wanted to play a little more before he moved on. He slowed his thumb on her clit and gently eased his middle finger inside her, stroking in a circle before finding a spot on the front of her vaginal wall that he liked. He curled his finger and moved it in a 'come hither' gesture while gently pressing his palm flat on her belly. He knew she loved it. The moan that this action wrenched from the girl was deeper and more satisfied than her previous whining had been. He continued for a few moments before sliding his index finger inside her also. She moaned at the increased stretching feeling, then jerked against him as he started stroking his thumb over her clit once again.

"Oh god!" she whispered again, her hips involuntarily lifting to meet his hand once again. After a couple more minutes, she was writhing against his hand, desperate for him to let her come.

Mac slid his fingers out of the girl's body and stroked them over her belly again, giving her time to calm down a little. She moaned softy as he did this, and he did not miss the frustration in her voice. "You are fucking beautiful, tough girl," he growled against her ear unable to help himself, letting the word escape. She shuddered against him as he nuzzled her ear gently.

Beautiful?

"Time to get fucked, girl," he whispered and slid his free hand to her hip to hold her steady.

He moved his cock up and down for a moment, feeling a warm, inviting wetness drawing him towards her. She slid her arms along his sides until she reached his ass, and pulled a little. He bumped against her harder, stretched her opening slightly until she moaned in eagerness, then pulled back out to rest against her.

"Do you deserve it?"

She looked up at him into his eyes and knew exactly what he wanted.
"Mac..." she whispered softly, sliding her hand back across his hips and brushing her fingers across the length of his cock and down to her clit. She stroked for a moment, let her head fall backwards as she moaned in pleasure and he groaned in response. She looked back into his eyes as she whispered "I'm hot and I'm wet." She slid a finger inside herself and then pulled it back out to stroke along his cock again. "See? Don't you want to feel that?"
His mock resistance didn't last long. Mac cured the ache inside Serena with one forceful thrust that caused her to gasp in pain-laced pleasure as he settled inside her. She slid her hands back to his ass and pulled, wanting him to move even harder. Every thrust was causing her to cry out in pain as he bumped her cervix, and she scratched her nails along his back until he had to hold her arms down. She came again, and her lust for pain lessened as her body calmed down again. Mac slowed his movement inside her and she moaned in appreciation. He let her arms go and she slid them around him, one sliding into his hair and stroking through it.
"Mac" she whispered, "I..." She stopped herself from saying something very stupid. "You're so...I..."

He wondered what she meant to say, but she wouldn't look at him and so he couldn't tell. She slid her hand between his legs and squeezed his balls gently and he forgot all about what she had started to say.

"Your whore…'Im your whore" Serena caught herself before saying something she'd regret.
He continued to push into her slowly, savoring every inch of gloriously slick, wet flesh as it tightly gripped his cock, and then started to thrust deeper inside her. He moaned softly, shuddered against her as his balls finally came to rest against the smooth skin of her ass. The girl groaned against him, her face flinching as he still stretched her open far more than she was used to. But she was wet, and within a few moments, the pain went away.

He slid his mouth back to her ear. "Want you to come for me," he whispered, and she whined. "I, I can't...not again, it's too much..."

"Tough." He slid his hand back down between their legs and started circling against her clit gently. Within a couple of minutes, the combined feeling of his hand and the way he was stretching her body around him caused her to lose control once again. Mac slid his mouth over hers and kissed her, hard. He effectively muffled her moans of pleasure so that the only evidence of her orgasm was the erratic twitching of her muscles around his cock. The feeling was incredible, and he groaned gutturally into her mouth as she parted her lips and allowed his tongue access.

Mac had increased the force of his movement until she was almost whimpering with pain, and she was on the verge of coming again. He was ready to climax himself. He put his mouth to her ear for a moment. "I'm going to come tough little slut." he whispered softly. "You gonna to come for me one more time?" He slid his mouth back over hers to catch her cries of pleasure as her muscles started contracting around him again, and he finally came inside her, collapsing on top of her body as he regained his breath.
The screaming is all through me now, fighting to get out. I slide against him and kiss him letting the screams out into his mouth.
Did you like that Black Knight? Was that good? I'm yours, I'm yours. I'll never leave you."

She was exhausted and her heart was skipping beats as it pounded too fast and hard in her chest. Finally she caught her breath. "Can I have my happy stuff now?" She asked in a weak voice.

He pulled out of her and stood up. He dressed without looking at her and went to a closet across the room. He reached onto a high shelf and took down a shoe box.

He sat next to her on the bed again and opened the box. It was filled with bags of white crystalline powder, and about a half-dozen orange prescription pill bottles. The vials of prescription pills were all from his other victims. He collected whatever was worth taking from them.

She'd never seen so many drugs in her life.

"You only get what I give you." He shook two Valium into his hand.

She shook her head. No I want..."

"It ain't up to you." He shoved the pills between her lips.
When he stood suddenly, she figured he was just getting up to go to the bathroom or something. But he'd taken the box and locked the bedroom door behind him. She desperately cried out for him to wait. She'd never done that before. She closed her eyes tightly, confused and feeling sick to her stomach with the fact that she was feeling so much for him. Sitting alone in the silence, she felt the semen and blood begin to dry on the her skin between her thighs, as she waited for his return with a mixture of eagerness and dread. She heard his truck roar to life outside and drive away from the house.

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It had been a bitch of a day, his mind rebelling not cooperating. Mac was starting to feel something different for her, he was almost gentle with her today. He needed to fix it, put his mind back in its place along with the girl herself. He knew just how to do it.

His dark crystal fiery eyes surveyed the room, flicking from body to body, his lips curled in a snarl of disgust. The only things out on a Saturday night at the bar here the next town over from Caineville were college teenyboppers. With a snort he reminded himself that while they might look good, they generally didn't know shit about how to really please a man, how to take a good hard fucking and make him come back for more. All they wanted was their own pleasure, and if they didn't get their rocks off, they became incessantly whiney. Not like her. His head already hurt enough without that shit. But he knew it was perfect. The perfect girl to punish Serena with. He'd manage.

Tonight was all about revenge; tearing her down letting her know who was in charge. She tried to leave, then she acted like she wanted to stay. Goddamn eyes. If she was gonna try to fuck with his head, he was gonna return some of the favor. Spread the wealth a little. Stop any thought of caring about her dead in its tracks. Shit, that wasn't like him and he knew how to get back to himself. He chuckled darkly, ordering a whiskey. He quietly hissed as the liquor burned its way down his throat, then turned to browse the offerings again, one of the barely twenty year old bubble-butted, bobble-heads, as he liked to refer to them.

Almost growling his frustration, he started to step towards a table of co-eds when a soft voice seemed to cut through the fog of noise and slither over his eardrums. Soft, slightly sad and definitely sexier than the usual. He stiffened, every sense on alert now, scanning the crush of revelers to find the owner of that sexy voice. It was the voice of a pro. She was at the corner of the table. Blue eyes, tanned, blonde, huge tits. Goldilocks alright. Yeah she'd do. Her expression was blank, open and full of mock sexiness.

Yeah She'd do he thought again, teeth gritted in frustration even as his dick hardened. So different from Serena's sad, vulnerable and just a little frightened expression; she appealed to his moods as nothing else could. Her eyes held a world-weary wisdom, and her attitude was a heady combination of confidence and vulnerability.
He shook the thought out of his head as the blonde smiled. The feral grin he shot her sent a shiver of apprehension along her frame, visible to his discerning eye. But she followed as he motioned for her to lead him through the crowd, still glaring at her. Once her back was turned and the click-click of her heels told of her own rising desire he let himself, admire the straight line of her back, the swing of her shiny golden curls against that white shirt, the sway of her hips wrapped in a snug black skirt, and those long, sexy legs that he could just picture wrapped around his waist as he explodes inside of her. And Serena watching the whole thing.
As they worked their way through the crowd to the door, he was caught between his growing lust for the curvy figure in front of him, and his rage at how Serena made his mind betray him.