AN: Turn back now. Hit that 'back' button or just close your browser. This chapter isn't for the meek. Seriously.
I roll Bonnie over onto her back. Spreading her legs. She struggles against me, unwilling to give herself to me.
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The Ron balled his hand into a fist and landed a crushing blow against her cheek. "You stupid bitch!" Blood oozed from her now split lip.
He placed a hand across her throat, just under the jawbone. Leaning forward applying steady pressure. Choking her. She slapped him. Once. Twice. Forcefully... Ineffectually.
She tried a third time, he blocked her hand; seizing it in his. He singled out a finger and, with a violent twist, broke it sideways across the knuckle.
"Skank-whore! I fucking own you!" The Ron forced himself into her. He was not kind, not loving, not caring. He was brutal.
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Bonnie is everything I hoped… Everything I knew she would be.
Bonnie spasms and gurgles, coughing up blobs of bloody saliva. Her eyes roll back into their sockets. This is going too far…
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The Ron removed his hand from her throat and adjusted his grip on her. Taking her wrists he pinned them against the floor at her shoulders.
Color began to return to her face. The blue of her lips slowly replaced by a more natural red.
He pulled back and almost out before her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Hips lifting off the floor, humping her body against his.
"That's my good girl." The Ron spoke.
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We establish a rhythm, moving together as one. Until we reach our climax.
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The Ron collapsed onto her, still inside, his head resting next to hers. She licked at his neck, his ear. His mouth moved to speak, but no words came out. He lifted a hand to her breast. Caressing it, rolling the nipple between his fingertips.
She whimpered. "I... love you... The Ron."
"Me or my money?" The Ron asked, roughly pinching her nipple.
She squealed, in a mix of pleasure and pain. Her eyes began a frantic search for his, finally they locked. Wanting to communicate… something.
Pleading?
Desire?
Love?
What?
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Confusion.
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I smile, weakly, and roll Bonnie over. Pulling her onto her hands and knees.
There is still a small amount of lotion on her back.
Good.
I dab a gloved finger in and begin to trace my way down her cleft. Stopping short of my final destination.
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Her battered body shuddered at the realization of what The Ron wanted.
What The Ron paid for.
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The Ron swirled his index finger around her ring, before letting it settle in the center. "Take it." The Ron commanded.
"Yes." She answered, her breath still coming in short gasps. "The Ron."
She began slowly grinding back. Taking him into her.
She moaned, "It feels so good. So dirty. But, so good."
Her breath juddered out in hitching gasps as The Ron slid his finger further in. Smiling broadly, he gently pushed it deeper. "At least one part of you is still virgin."
"Yes, The Ron." She slowly moved her hips back, further onto his extended finger.
The Ron grabbed for the open bottle of lotion, squeezing some more of it onto her ass. He positioned himself behind her. Slathering some of the thick creamy lotion over his erection.
"Go slow." She begged, her voice weak. "Please."
"I will." The Ron said, sounding quite sincere, but obviously lying.
Her body tensed as he pressed his tip against her.
"Relax." The Ron said, calmly. She did. "That's better."
He moved quickly, taking her remaining dignity in one agonizingly painful thrust. She screamed and struggled to free herself from his violation.
"That's my good girl." The Ron said mockingly, moving his hands over her hips, her back, gripping the backs of her upper arms. He pulled back and thrust again. Punching into her. Deep. Brutal. Again. Again. Faster. Faster. Faster!
"Whose bitch are you!" The Ron shouted, pounding her harder and harder.
"Yo-Oh-oh-huh-Shhh!" She was babbling… Incoherent.
"Whose bitch are you!" The Ron was yelling now, his sweat dripping down onto her back, his hips pushing into her, into her, pushing her face along the floor.
She was making mewling noises now, no longer trying to pull away, taking... accepting. Beaten, broken, resigned to being used by him. Abused by him.
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I know that I'm gone, so far gone.
I want to make Bonnie bleed, just to see if I can…
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I can… I do.
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"Beautiful." I speak with a voice not my own.
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The Ron orgasmed, collapsing on top of her. Nibbling at her neck, her ear, telling her how much it meant to him.
How special she was…
That… The Ron… loved… her.
She whimpered that she loved him too.
The Ron slid his hand between her legs. Gently massaging her sensitive nub between his finger and thumb. "You belong to me. I can do whatever I want to you... whenever I want. Can't I?"
"Yes." She whimpered, her voice trembling.
"Yes, what?" The Ron persisted, giving it a rough squeeze.
"Yes, The Ron." She squealed.
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I turn her to face me. Bonnie is sitting sidelong on her legs. I pull her bloody, tear-streaked face to mine and gently kiss her bruised, swollen cheek. Moving my tongue around behind her ear. I nibble at her earlobe. Bonnie is kissing my neck.
I trail soft kisses down to her breasts.
Suckling.
Salty sweet.
Licking.
Nibbling.
Delirious.
Chewing.
Biting.
Babbling.
Choking.
Fade.
To.
Black.
The macabre shadows of night give way to the bright pastels of morning as I open my eyes.
Bonnie stumbles past me…
Fully dressed. Wads of cash in her hands. Arms clenched across her stomach. Blood trailing in thin lines down the insides of her thighs.
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Lying on the floor. The Ron smiled.
"She'll be back."
AN: Leave a review. I know you want to. Don't be shy.
I neither endorse nor condone any of the actions represented or portrayed in this story. This chapter is one of three that will deal, or has dealt with explicit sounding sexual behavior. Sorry if it offends, but it's difficult to write what I need to portray without it sounding more explicit than it is. Anyhow, the next chapter will be pretty calm. The chapters after that will have violence in them… lots of violence.
If you were confused by the layout don't be. I mixed first and third person view. An idea I borrowed from Bret Easton Ellis and his classic 'American Psycho'.