WARNING: Really dark chapter, abuse & non-con/dub-con, a lot of nasty Cece/Ali smut.
Also, super pissed about how tonight's episode turned out, and the direction of Emison (doesn't seem too bright). On top of that, I hate Paige.
Earlier, before Ali had ended up touching herself on Emily's bed, she was walking home in the dark. As she walked up her front porch steps she heard voices from inside and she hesitated, wondering who was in her house. But it was all muffled, and she couldn't figure it out. So she walked in, and the lights were all off downstairs. The blonde quickly remembers that her parents are out with Spencer's, and she sighs as she climbs the stairs. The voices are louder, and she realizes there's quite a few people in Jason's room.
Ali quietly slips into her room without turning the lights on to avoid attention being drawn to her. Her brother's friends are rowdy, and some of them are monsters. She holds her head high stubbornly, telling herself she's not afraid of monsters in the dark, but as she turns around she nearly jumps out of her skin when she sees the devil staring back at her with an evil glint in her eyes.
"What do you want Cece?" Ali attempts to ask in her bitchy voice but it comes out pathetically weak and soft.
"I thought you were never coming home," the older blonde smirks as she brings her ice cold hand up to Ali's cheek, her touch sending shivers down Ali's spine in a haunting way. "A party at Jason's is never a real party without the Alison DiLaurentis."
"Leave me alone Cece," Alison growls through gritted teeth as the older blonde backs her towards her dresser.
"Or what?" Cece smirks challenging Ali as she grips the blondes face with one hand and leans in with her other hand on the wall. "Or you'll tell all your little friends about me?"
"I'll tell everyone," Ali hissed. "It'll be over CeCe."
Cece scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"You won't tell. Do you want to see the look on their faces when they find out what a little slut you are? Want mommy and daddy to know? Do you want Jason to know you've been seducing all of his friends, trying to fuck all of them?"
"I never-"
"Not according to us," Cece grinned.
"Is Ian here?" Ali asked, eyes widening slightly in fear.
"He's with the rest of them," Cece said as she pressed her body against Ali's. "I can invite him in here if you want."
"No Cece, don't," Alison hissed out not wanting to deal with two of them.
"What's wrong Ali? You used to be so fun, I thought you liked playing games," Cece mocked as she tightened her grip on Ali's face and dragged her other hand down over Ali's chest, to her hips, and let it slip up her shirt. Ali squirmed under Cece's cold fingers but Cece slammed her head back into the dresser and aggressively grabbed at her right breast causing Alison to shut her eyes in pain. "Don't lie Ali, you love it when I play with you."
Ali whimpered as Cece leaned in and whispered in her ear and sucked on her ear before nipping and ghosting her lips down Ali's neck. Her body involuntarily twitched and she bit her lip hard trying to suppress a moan as Cece's fingers slipped inside her bra and rolled her nipple, pinching with just enough pressure to make Ali's stomach drop as her nipple hardened.
"Cece please don't," Ali begged, dropping her pride and trying to escape this nightmare where Cece just waltzes in and molests her. She's just happy Ian hadn't joined in tonight too. Ali never feels safe in her own room anymore. Her back digs into the dresser as Cece presses harder.
"You sound like a pretty little slut when you moan," Cece sneers and releases her hold on Ali's face to rip Ali's shirt off leaving the young blonde in just her bra.
"Cece, where are you?"
Ali's eyes snap to the doorway as she sees a shadow in the hallway and recognizes the second voice that sends chills down her spine. She thought too soon.
"You'll never guess who I found," Cece replies as she stares straight into Ali's eyes.
Ian walks into the room and sees Ali trying to hold a glare. But the two of them see past her tough bitch look, they know she's all talk and a terrified little girl on the inside. Ian whips out his phone.
Cece laughs and pulls Alison forward before stepping behind her and bringing one hand up to hold Ali's neck with the other hand trying to undo Ali's jeans. Ali begins to struggle desperately but when Cece kisses her neck and slips a hand into her bra on her left breast, flicking the hardened nipple and grabbing her breast harshly, Ali's breath hitches and she moans softly as her body writhes under Cece's control, responding to the touches. Ian stands there like a perv, filming this on his phone with a sick smile. Cece undoes Ali's bra in seconds and lets it drop. Ali 's head snaps forward instantly embarrassed as her cheeks turn bright red and she tries to cover up but CeCe grabs her wrists in one swift motion and throws her against the wall with her hands pinned above her head. She kisses Ali, and it's toxic Ali swears because as much as she wants to deny Cece, the way Cece's hands work up and down Ali's soft skin has her hungrily kissing back. Her eyes flutter shut and the pleasure from Cece playing with her nipples and the way Cece bites her swollen lips and sucks on her neck is too much. She begins to mewl against her own will as her hips grind onto Cece.
Ian begins to laugh, and Cece pulls back with a smirk as the two older devils stare at their masterpiece- the infamous, all powerful Alison DiLaurentis topless, chest heaving, hardened nipples, wrists pinned above her head, and wearing a pained expression across her face as she whimpers from the loss of contact. He snaps some more pictures as Ali quickly shrugs a laughing Cece off of her and hugs her chest, eyes cast downward, embarrassed and angry.
"If anyone gets those Ian I swear to God-" Alison starts but he glares at her so hard the little courage she has disappears.
"You'll what, you'll tell? Who will believe you, Ali? Spencer? She'll be mad at you for teasing me. You tell them and I'll show them the pictures and they'll see you as the slut you really are."
Alison searched her mind trying to find an answer to this nightmare. She thought of the one person who would believe her as she stared at her two older tormenters.
"Emily will believe me, she won't listen to you," Alison hissed.
"Please. Emily's so afraid of you she'll love having a reason to hate you," Cece sneered as she shoved Ali backwards and Ali paled.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I've seen the way you two are. You think she's so into you, but that little bitch just doesn't know how to say no to you. She's scared of you, Ali. You scare her, and sure she might be hiding in the closet but you can sure as hell bet she's not going to jump out of the closet for some bitch who she's afraid of. Especially since you like to play games with her."
Ali just glared, her fists clenching at such words. She knew how it looked to the rest of the world. She knew the girls thought she messed with Emily and thought it was fun to fluster her. Hell, Emily probably even thought Ali was playing games with her. But Emily was her escape, Emily was the only good she had, she needed Emily. Ali didn't know how to show it, but she knew Em knew she cared about her. She had to.
"You're wrong Cece. She fucking loves me, I've got her wrapped around my finger," Ali sneered right back angrily.
Cece snorted. "You're confusing love with your little games you play Ali. She doesn't love you, and you don't love her anymore than I love you. Think about how much she'd love you if she knew about how I sat there and coached you on giving a blowjob to that frat boy, or how you moaned like a little slut just now."
Ali's cheeks burned with defeat.
"I'd keep this to myself if I were you, Ali," Ian said in a low voice and Cece grinned.
"Cece, Cece where are you," the three heard Jason's stoned voice calling. The two older ones rolled their eyes.
Ali quickly dropped to her knees and scooped up her shirt and bra as they left without another word. Her hands were shaking as she put her clothes on, but instead of standing up she slumped down next to her bed and just silently cried.