Hey all! It's been forever, I'm sorry… but here's vacation and I have some spare time on my hands… not much happens here, there's a bit of something, more abuse (warning even though this is rated R), please review and enjoy!

He could hear the smile in his dad's voice as he talked to him over the phone. It seemed, if only temporarily, that the connection between father and son had been reestablished, and it was an exhilarating feeling for the worn-out teen. He hung up the phone and went to bed, ready for the sleep that the weekend would bring. As Scott drifted off, the door creaked and a soft, sensual voice cut through the silent air.

"Scotty?"

"No," he whispered into the dark as his worst nightmare drew closer and climbed onto the king-size bed. She slid in next to its extremely uncomfortable occupant and wrapped her arms around his body, relishing the way he tensed and stiffened at her touch. Her legs wrapped around his slim waist and she kissed him softly, running her fingers up and down the indent of his spine.

"Congratulations," she purred, turning the helpless boy onto his back as her fingers violated every part of his body. She slapped away his arms when they came out to stop her and leaned close to his ear. "Ready for your present?"

Scott wriggled underneath her, trying unsuccessfully to loosen the grip of her legs. He managed to slide upwards on the bed so he could sit up and pry her off him, but she was one step ahead of him. As soon as he was vertical she pinned him to the cursed headboard and bruised his lips with her own, her fingers gripping his soft blonde curls tightly. He protested against her mouth, clamping his jaw shut so tightly that she would need a corkscrew to open his mouth again. His hand blindly reached for the telephone and hit redial when he could feel the cool plastic in his palm.

Elaine hadn't noticed his attempt to get help, as she was too busy massaging his neck with her tongue and teeth. When he whimpered in pain, she smiled.

"Sh, Scotty."

"Hello?" Martin asked again, completely confused. He could hear a rustling and what sounded like a feminine voice. He rechecked the number on his caller ID to confirm that the call was coming from his own house. "Scott? Elaine?"

Scott quickly pulled the phone to his ear and whispered, "Dad?"

"Scott, what's going-"

Elaine snatched the phone away from him, her eyes gleaming with murderous anger. "Martin?"

"What's going-"

Elaine cut him off. "I'm so sorry sweetie, Scotty had a bad dream and he must have called you by accident. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Scott's face fell as he heard his father's voice again, thanking Elaine for being such a good wife. He had believed every word she said.

Elaine hung up the phone and put it back on the hook. Quick as lightning, her hand swung in reverse direction and backhanded Scott across the face. "Thought you actually had a plan, did you?"

The force of the blow sent Scott's mind reeling. He tried to slide away before she did any more damage, but Elaine grabbed his shoulders and roughly pushed him flat onto his back. She violently ripped off his clothes and bit him everywhere, from his lips to his chest to the sensitive place right underneath his belly button.

Scott tried to think of a way to get out of his present situation, but there was none. Every time he protected his body with his arms, she dug her fingernails into his wrists; every chance he had to get away, she blocked him with her body. He was trapped with a dragon, but unlike fairy tales and movies, he could not win. He would not win. And no one would help him.

Weeks passed but nothing changed. As Scott slipped further and further towards depression, his father failed to notice the change in his only son. He drew into himself, avoiding his father as much as possible to suppress his the avalanche of his mountain of guilt. He walked fast through the hallways with his head down or his eyes unfocused on anything, shutting down whenever someone asked if he was okay.

It was on one of these walks that he bumped right into Brianna. She started to say hello but he just slipped past, Elaine's rules pounding in his ears as he searched for fresh air. She caught up to him once he was sitting outside at lunch, under a tree by himself. His regular posse usually sat in the lunchroom or at the picnic tables, but he wasn't up for conversation.

"What's up with you?"

He looked up at the sound of her voice. "What?"

"First you bump into and don't have the decency to even apologize, then you just walk by when I try to say something to you."

Scott just stared at her.

"Are we friends or are we not friends? Because I'm not good with playing kindergarten games, and even if I was I would refuse to play them."

He looked back to the ground as she stood fuming in front of him.

"We're not." His voice was low and emotionless, and his eyes looked everywhere but at her/

"So that's how it's going to be?"

He could tell she was upset, but he couldn't find it in himself to comfort her. He simply shrugged in response.

Brianna's ability to read people was the only reason she didn't walk away. "What's wrong with you?"

He met her eyes for the first time. "What?"

"What's wrong? You're not usually like this. Did something happen?"

"Why does something have to be wrong? Maybe I'm just tired of talking to losers like you." His face was red with anger now, and he stood to his full height as he glared at her.

Brianna was a little scared, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her. "Oh please. Just because you're a captain now doesn't mean you're a god, so why don't you pull that stick out of your ass and then come apologize like a real man would do." With that, she turned on her heel and left.

Scott stood for a minute, swimming in the angry emotions he had been feeling for months, and then walked off campus. He threw his lunch away as he walked aimlessly, trying to contain the rage that threatened to consume him. He eventually walked back into the school doors and headed right to the gym to work it off.

He headed home two hours later, hot and dripping with sweat. He pulled off his clothes as he walked to his room to take a nice cold shower, but Elaine was waiting for him. She slipped into the shower minutes after he had gotten in and turned the tap to hot water as she pressed her naked body against his. She could feel his irritation in the heat that radiated from his body and sensuously kissed him while her hands slid down his chest and stomach. She slid a finger down the natural bulge that lay below, grinning sinisterly at the discomfort on his face. She knew she would have him, as she always did, and her body followed the pattern of her hands until she was kneeling on the floor with him in her mouth.

Elaine rubbed up and down, alternating her tongue with her teeth, using her fingers to play with the sacs behind her favorite part on his body. Scott scrunched his eyes shut and bit his hand to stifle a moan as he burned with need, leaning against the shower wall to stop himself from falling down. Elaine continued her motion, lubricating him with her spit as he neared his peak. She withdrew before satisfying him and as she stood up, she made sure that she brushed against his body.

Scott tried to make himself a part of the wall as she shoved herself into him. He was shaking from both fear and the reaction of his body to hers and he silently begged his body not to betray him. Brianna's face flashed across his brain, telling him that he needed to stop Elaine. His resistance was weak, and her sucking on his nipples didn't help him at all. He pushed her back with quivering hands and tried to stand up for himself.

"No."

Elaine grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, tightening her hold so that the roundness molded into his palms. "Ssh Scotty, I know you want it."

She gently ground against him to a song that only she could hear and moved his hands to rest on his own chest, with hers on top of them. She could see the terror in his eyes and she moved them playfully down his body and to the proof that she had aroused him. She wrapped his fingers around himself and gently stroked up and down, pulling and pushing to erectness. Watching him touch himself sent a tingling throughout her body that made her want to spread herself all over him and indulge in her every fantasy.

Scott could not look at her while she controlled his every move. His tearful eyes stared at the shower door, so close but so far away, and it called to him as his only means of escape. He started to think of a way to get away from the succubus that drowned him in sin when he lost all of the thoughts in his head. The floating sensation increased as Elaine's hands pushed his own up and down, but then it abruptly stopped.

The long brown hair flipped over her shoulder when she turned his chin to look at her. This time, he found that he could not tear his eyes away from hers as she sized up his masculine body as if trying to decide where she should start. The water pounded on him and soaked him with purifying wetness as she straddled him and took him into her. He was frozen as Elaine bucked against him, each thrust growing harder as his manliness hit her in the most sensitive of places.

The temptress smiled as she brushed away a tear. She had felt like he had once, now it was her turn to inflict the pain on her tormentor. Men were all the same to her, it didn't matter who it was as long as he got punished. She grabbed onto Scott's shoulders as his tip hit the top of her core and grabbed his hair, pulling it gently each time she rammed into him. She kissed the lids of his closed eyes and knew that he was holding back tears that she wanted to see. She went deeper and bit the sensitive curve of his neck savagely, then looked up in time to see two tears slide down his golden cheeks. She smiled in victory and arched her back as she neared ecstasy, screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

Scott melted into the wall as she contracted and shuddered in shame as she released him. He stayed in his position against the wall and hoped that she would leave, but to no avail. She scrubbed his body down in addition to hers and wrapped a towel around his waist after she shut off the water, her hand lingering in one place much longer than was necessary. She pulled to the bed to the ends of his towel and pulled back the covers before pushing the shaking boy into a sleeping position. After getting into the bed, she took away the terry cloth and slid on top of him, her knees spreading over his hips so that their sensual organs were snug against each other, and drifted off to sleep.

Martin opened the door and walked into his home, weary from the long flight. He removed his coat and blazer and proceeded to his favorite armchair, where he kicked back and turned on the television. He watched sitcom reruns as he waited for his family to come home.

Ignorance is bliss, or they say… reviews and constructive criticism appreciated!