THE INTERROGATION OF MACKAYLA LANE

I will tie you up and torture you in all the best ways

It could last for hours, or maybe even daze

It will leave you dehydrated, aching, sticky and sore

It will leave you physically unable to say you want more …

It will be too hard,

Too soft,

Just right,

Not enough

Tease, tease, choke, bite, gag, spit … so rough!

CHAPTER 1 – Lying Naked on The Floor

MAC

"… This is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor …"

"Focus, Mac," I muttered. The bullets were only my most immediate problem. I had a whole list of others, the least of which was discovering who'd ratted out all my secrets.

My skin was already trying to close around the blade. With Unseelie flesh in me, I was healing even faster than I had before. I realized I had to keep slicing while I had the knife in there, moving the blade back and forth. It was curiously like operating on someone else's body. I barely felt it. It took me two tries to get the bullet out of my thigh. Three to get the one in my arm out.

Of course, that's how he found me. Sprawled on the floor with a couple of chunks of misshapen metal nestled in the valley between my leg and hip, a switchblade in one hand, alcohol which I hadn't had time to use in another, a feral look of triumph on my face. I might have even been laughing a little.

Butt-ass naked.

When I looked up, I saw a beautiful face leering down at me … and it wasn't Barrons!

"Surprised to see me Mackayla?" V'lane's intonation was smug and his words mocking, but they were the last ones I heard as, with a flash of his hand, my world went black.

I'd drifted back into consciousness, aware of a blinding light and uncomfortable warmth. It took me a while to become fully aware but when I did, I discovered I was tied to a wooden chair, one of my own from BB&B. Fuck …

My arms were crossed behind me, pulling my shoulders back and thrusting my breasts forward and my ankles were lashed to the rear legs of the chair, my knees to the front, so my legs were spread wide. My hair had been pulled back into a rough ponytail and I was still petunia-bare naked, save for the strand of pearls.

A strand of pearls? What the fuck? I had been invisible for so long that I really could not recall putting them on, except now they were all that I wore, and the string was looped suggestively under my left breast. I suddenly felt mortified at the thought of how invasively V'lane must have handled my nude body to get me into this position!

I could see nothing but the glare of a single lamp hanging high on the wall in front of me. When I cracked my eyes open beads of sweat were beginning to form on my forehead from the sudden heat in this damn room.

What the fuck was going on. I seemed to be alone.

'Help me. Barrrons where the fuck are you?' words that I wanted to cry out but for now, playing my cards close to my exposed chest, I kept them inside my head … and then, as if beset by a tsunami of mental anguish, I remembered.

Suddenly becoming visible again …

Being shot, several times, by Brody O'Roark's Guardians ... The wounds healing quickly as I self-operated to remove the bullets … My totally naked body being humiliatingly discovered by V'lane … or was he Cruce?

Chicken or egg? … V'lane or Cruce? … Definitely Cruce.

Why was he here in BB&B? More to the point why wasn't he here right now in front of me, where I could see him? And why wasn't he still imprisoned in a cage of ice beneath Arlington Abbey, where the Unseelie King had placed him.

I'd already spent what seemed like an eternity struggling against the ropes that held me, but V'lane clearly knew what he was doing. I tried knocking the chair over but it appeared to be bolted to the floor – I had no chairs that were bolted to the floor. What had he done?

Black Magic! Of course, V'lane or Cruce or who-the-fuck-ever, was now bursting with it. That's why the King had caged him! But now he was here. Again … what-the-fuck?

By the time I finally acknowledged that much, I was well and truly stuck. My body gleamed with sweat as well as Red paint from the damage done to this place by that damn battalion of Guardians. I resigned myself to fantasising about disembowelling V'lane as soon as I got free. Did V'lane even have bowels? I shook my head to free it of where that thought might lead, and settled in to wait.

It wasn't long before I heard a door opening, and footsteps approaching. I squinted against the light, trying desperately to see who was there, hoping that it might just be … but it wasn't, and then … I screamed in a typically Mac 1.0 kind of way as a jet of icy water hit me in the chest. It lasted for only a second but the cold knocked the wind out of me, leaving me gasping for air, and my nude body with less red paint splodges than before.

"Hello again, Mackayla." said a familiar voice. V'lane. That fucker. Who else.

"I'm sorry about all of this, really I am. I'd much prefer to just tie you down and fuck your ass like I did at the church, but I do need information from you first, and I suppose this will be entertaining in its own way."

"Go to hell V'lane, you monster, and leave my petunia out of this" I growled, "I won't tell you anything. You know that," though what information he wanted from me I had no idea. But finding me with my sidhe-seer powers diminished from the Unseelie Flesh writhing around inside of me, and my spear still with Jada, V'lane had taken me down at the optimum moment.

The fucker just smiled at me.

"You know that I'll be found and then your petunia will be fucking toast you bastard."

"My what?"

"Your ass, V'lane, or should I say Prince Cruce. And at least you've had the decency to show yourself this time, not like last time when raping me wasn't enough for you, you had to be invisible to do it. You coward."

Again, he smiled, and to be honest I knew I was on very shaky ground.

"Yes Mackayla, you should say Prince Cruce, for that is who I am."

"Except for half a million years, give or take a month or two, you weren't!" I said this sentence without having any point in mind, and realised that I was babbling words to try and cover up my mounting fear.

This monster had loved me once. He took care of my home town and my parents when the walls fell … and he raped me ... at the church, with the others. And now I hated him, but in this condition with my sidhe-seer powers muted, I also had good reason to fear him.

I had no sentient powers right now, not to mention no clothes, and where Barrons was I had no idea.

"Why aren't you …"

"In a prison underneath the Abbey?" He finished off my sentence for me.

"I only allowed my incarceration to persist in order to humour the weak humans that reside there, oh and so that I could visit the sleeping Grand Mistress every night and seduce her in her dreams. Do you really think that vulnerable, malleable, sweet little Kat could hold me against my will?"

"But the Unseelie King put you there …"

Cruce smirked. "Mackayla, I devoured the contents of the book's Black Magic. I intend to combine the Dark and the Light Courts and rule over the new Faery … even the King is now no match for me."

"What do you want Cruce? Tell me please and then let's get this," whatever this was going to be, "… over and done with."

My words offered up far more confidence than my mind felt right now. Surely someone would miss me - they had to? Barrons would … and … and … who else? Fuck maybe no one would miss me …

"All I need is the remainder of the book and I will be all powerful! And you, Mackayla Lane, are the book!"

And there we had it. This was all about the book.

"Barrons will come for me … you know that right?" I was getting increasingly desperate.

Now he laughed out loud. "You think Barrons even knows his precious Mac is in my safe keeping? Do you think he would actually care if he did? He didn't rush to your aid when we took you at the church, did he, huh?"

I closed my eyes. My mind a jumble of thoughts

"Look at this place Cruce, please … I need to …" I couldn't avoid the desperate intonation infusing my words. I struggled against the ropes that were holding me, futilely and to no avail of course. "It's a mess, I need to fix it … please let me fix it …" Lame and desperate words for a desperate situation.

More silence, just an inane grin on the face of this monster, the Unseelie Prince who was adept at masquerading as his Seelie equivalent whenever he needed or wanted to. A very dangerous Fae that I knew only too well.

It was then that I realised. The ultimate death-by-sex Fae was just a few feet from me, and with my sidhe-seer powers temporarily absent … yet I felt nothing. No overwhelming urge to beg for his cock, or …

He laughed. "You are wondering why you don't feel sexual energy from me Mackayla. I know you are without your senses at this moment because of the Unseelie flesh inside you, and I know therefore that you would feel my energy if I so chose to engage you. But I do not choose to do that. This time Mackayla I have tuned my energies down. I want you to experience me without the anaesthetic of Pri-ya. I will have you again Mackayla Lane, and this time you will live every little detail with agonising awareness …"

Fuck! I felt like crying … but there was no way that Cruce was going to have the pleasure of seeing me like that!

"What do you want with me Cruce? I can't give you the book … I wish I could, but …" I looked him in the eye, water still dripping from my breasts and hardened nipples. He said nothing. Instead he turned away and slowly removed his jacket, looking every inch the GQ Model, before rolling up his sleeves as if preparing for business. His actions allowed me time to think and ponder, but I only managed to ask myself more questions about how, what, why and what-the-fuck!

I was startled out of my reverie by another blast of cold water, this time to my crotch. I gasped, reflexively trying to close my legs as V'lane played the stream of water up and down my slit, and then I shrieked in rage and pain as he focused it in on my clit. The fucker seemed to be blasting the jet from his fingers ... he had the black magic inside himself. He had consumed the dark side of the Sinsar Dubh!

"You bastaaaaaaard!" I managed to gasp out loud in an extended curse once the water had stopped. "You haven't even asked me anything. Are you just doing this for fun, you sick fuck?"

He stopped and stared at me and then laughed.

"Hmm, you're right. I am doing this for fun. We'll get to the questions later." He grinned, pointed his hand at me, and turned the water back on again, this time aiming for my nipples. I felt them harden into firm little points, the icy water both painful and slightly arousing as it washed over my breasts. When he stopped, I began to shiver, goose bumps growing on my skin, steam rising under the glare of the single lamp, the only light being offered in BB&B following the outrageous raid by the Guardians. I could tell by the lascivious grin on Cruce's face that he enjoyed seeing the muscles in my back and belly, tight and trembling as they glistened.

I was breathing fast, anticipating the next jet of water, when the single lamplight was suddenly snapped off, disorienting me. I opened my eyes quickly but my vision was a mass of bright spots and I didn't see Cruce until his hand was already on my breast, kneading and tugging on it, tweaking my nipple.

"You're so lovely, Mackayla. Beautiful Mac. I really should have had you more to myself when we took you at the church, instead of sharing you with the others. I should have been the one to break you, me alone, not alongside them …" he said, his hand trailing down my stomach. "It really is too bad that you there was no way for you to become the concubine … my concubine."

"All I am is down to you, and your King's twisted fucking book …" I growled, trying to ignore his fingers sliding gently up and down the folds of my pussy. There was a tiny drop of moisture developing there and I was hoping he wouldn't notice. I couldn't bear for him to think that he was getting to me, because he wasn't. No way. No fucking way … except he was, and this time there was no Pri-ya conditioning, it was all down to him and his … ohhhhh fuck, ohhhhh my gosh.

"Oh Mackayla, or do you prefer Mac, or Ms Lane?" he smirked.

"We both know that you can insult me as much as you like and it won't change anything. Keep right on telling me just how much of a monster I am, keep on pretending you hate me, but remember that I've got my fingers inside your body and I can feel how wet you are." He punctuated his words by thrusting one finger into my pussy and I moaned slightly, ashamed because he was right, it slid in easily …

"Fuck you." I managed to whisper, knowing as I said it that it was a lame response.

"That's it, Mackayla, just enjoy it." he said, ignoring my protest. "You see, although I have consumed the Dark Magic from the book … you have the complete tome, you ARE the book Mackayla and you need to tell me how I can take it from you, in its entirety."

Despite his touch growing more distractingly insistent, my eyes widened.

"Oh yes, Mackayla, I don't just want what you have, I need it … the book, you, everything …"

I tried not to groan, before mumbling quietly, "It's … I can't … I don't know how … fuck you, Cruce, ohhhhhh please …"

The Unseelie monster just laughed at me.

Where was Barrons? Why had I chosen now to eat the Unseelie Flesh (because we couldn't have rescued Christian and I'd be a bloody unhealed mess, still shot to pieces if I hadn't) and why the fuck had this damn book decided that right now was the time for me to become visible again … Wait … was the book working in partnership with V'lane, or Cruce or whatever he wanted to be?

Crapola! Was that it?

Failing in my efforts to remain silent I moaned out loud, my head swimming as I tried to process his words through the persistent tide of pleasure emanating from my pussy. He'd switched to two fingers and was gently stroking them in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb as he did so. I was dripping juices all over the chair, and my hips were bucking against his hand despite myself. I moaned in protest as he withdrew his fingers, lifting his hand up to my face and pressing them against my lips.

"Taste yourself, Mackayla. Taste the nectar that feeds Barrons, that will soon feed me," he growled roughly, obviously turned on. I let him push the fingers into my mouth, fighting a moan of pleasure, and then I bit down as hard as I could, grinding my teeth in.

"Fuck!" he yelled, snatching his fingers back. I knew a fleeting moment of victory before he grabbed my hair tightly, yanking my head back, and began to slap my breasts, hard. I cried out in shock and pain, struggling against the ropes as the blows rained down again and again reddening the firm flesh of my chest.

"You're going to pay for that, Mackayla," he panted, aiming a pair of especially hard slaps to my left nipple. My vision had begun to return and in the very dim gloom that we had without the lamplight being on, I could see handprints forming on the pale skin of my breasts, my aureole swelling and darkening from the abuse. "I'm going to enjoy punishing you for that."

I could feel tears leaking from my eyes as he continued to beat me, the slap of hand on flesh and his ragged breathing the only sounds as I bit my lip against the moans and cries bubbling up inside me. I would not give him the satisfaction of manifesting my pain, I would not show him that he was winning. I was close to breaking down and crying out when he finally stopped, abruptly letting go of my hair. My breasts felt hot and swollen, the skin reddened all over, and I sagged in my bonds, panting.

Then, standing slightly back, far enough for me to see the thick erection bulging under his leather pants, he pointed his fingers at me yet again.

For a second, the cold water was soothing, but soon it just made things worse. I gritted my teeth as he sprayed short, icy blasts at first my right nipple, then my left, making them contract and pucker even more painfully each time. After a few rounds upon each nipple in turn, he walked up and took them in his hands, slowly tugging and twisting at the achingly stiff peaks. The combination of soreness and cold made them incredibly sensitive, and I could feel a helpless little whimper rising at the back of my throat.

No! I wasn't going to let him hear me whine like a beaten animal. As he released me, I was about to say something smart about the lengths he had to go to these days in order to get a girl, only to gasp as a blast of icy water filled my mouth.

Choking and sputtering, I tried to blink away the spray as the harsh lamplight snapped back on. "Ah-ah, Mackayla," he taunted. "If you're going to bite then you won't get to use your mouth for anything else." He began to run the tight, high-pressure stream back and forth across my breasts, and then dipped to torment my exposed pussy in a triangle that made my whole body tense and tremble. I clenched my fists, but kept my mouth shut … it was better than being drowned, but only just.

Just as I was mercifully starting to go numb, he manifested more of his damnable magic, and the water changed from icy to hot. I'm sure it wasn't any warmer than a normal shower, but against my chilled skin it burned like fire. I gasped and jerked in the chair, writhing as pins and needles danced over my sore breasts and dripping pussy.

"Interesting sensation, hmm?" he murmured as he turned off the jet, his fingers tips dripping like a hose end for a moment or two. Smiling his Supermodel smile at me, he ran a hand through the flowing lengths of his dark main and walked up to fondle me yet again.

This time he worked me more slowly, cupping my breasts and rolling the nipple between his fingers, prolonging the painful tingling. He began to flick the very tip with his sharpened fingernail, lightly, then harder and harder until I was jerking in the chair each time. The pain was always followed by a little rush of pleasure, and it travelled from my chest through my whole body. I couldn't believe how much reaction he could get from me just by stimulating one tiny cluster of nerves. There were tears of anger and shame gathering at the corners of my eyes, and I was actually grateful that they were hidden in the water still dripping down my face and body.

At last I felt Cruce move his hand to grab hold of the strand of pearls, tugging until the clasp broke and they slithered down my chest to land on the chair between my legs.

"These are quite lovely, Mackayla. Not your usual taste, but I think they suit you," he said, and I began to wonder what he was going to do with them. I didn't have to wonder for long.

"I had been planning to leave them on you, as a sort of decoration, but I think you should wear them another way."

I felt him pick up the end of the strand and insert it (easily) into my pussy. I yelped as my soft folds opened for him and I attempted to buck my hips out of the way, but the ropes held me fast and I had to sit there impotently as he slowly, one by one, pushed the strand of pearls inside me. Every so often he would tug on it, pulling a few out, before pushing more in until finally I was stuffed full. Any movement of my hips caused the pearls inside me to shift and press against my soft tissue walls in a very distracting way.

I thought it couldn't get any worse until I saw him pull something small and silver from his pocket; a miniature vibrator, less than an inch long. Under normal circumstances I imagine I wouldn't have even felt it unless it was pressed directly against my clit, but Cruce had other plans.

"You been buying accessories from Chester's?" I quipped trying to appear, at least outwardly, as if he wasn't getting to me.

Except he was … getting to me, all of me!

He reached down and began to push the evil little device into my already full pussy, opening me, sliding it between the pearls and making me gasp as the little round jewels stretched me wide. When it was securely nestled in among them, he magicked it on and withdrew his hand.

The sensation was maddening. The faint buzz was transmitted through the pearls as they moved, causing a constantly shifting stimulation that only got worse when I tried to move around. It wasn't enough to do anything more than tease me, but the way it kept changing gave me no chance to get used to it, and I could feel my slit starting to drip with juices again.

I was helpless and still shivering, bound tightly to the chair, my breasts sore and nipples swollen as I helplessly squirmed against the buzzing pearls, and at the mercy of this Unseelie death-by-sex, Prince. A few curls of my wet hair had escaped the ponytail and clung to my face, and I could barely maintain the tenuous grip on my own mind. When he pulled back the hood of my clit and pressed his thumb against it, I could do nothing but moan.

"I was going to let you orgasm, you know. I'd been planning to finish you off after you sucked my fingers, but now I've changed my mind. You don't get to cum, Mackayla Lane, no matter how much you beg. And you will beg. By the time I'm done with you, you'll fuck anything with a cock, just like last time at the church, and you'll enjoy it."

Fuck, no! I heard enough of his words to know that the bastard intended to abuse me more, rape me to get what he wants, or what he thinks he can get from me, and then turn me Pri-ya … again!

I wanted to beg and plead. I knew that I couldn't become Priya again, it would kill me this time … where the fuck is Barrons!

But begging and pleading would serve no purpose other than to feed Cruce's over inflated ego and fuel his perverted desires.

He yanked his hand back from my clit, laughing as I unconsciously tried, in the unwitting throes of the craving he had stirred up inside me, to follow it. Cruce stood up looking down at me, a wide grin on his face.

"This is where the real fun starts, Mackayla."