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Desperate Souls

Chapter 3: Disintegration

Forced

Sensing Gold beside her, Emma trembled and felt her rage returning tenfold. " Your son?" she choked out, unable to prevent the disdain from entering her voice. "He will never be your son, Gold...I won't let you near him! I-I'll tell Regina! I'll..." Feeling woozy from her rapid speech, Emma stopped to catch her breath and quivered. With a slight shake of the head, she growled into the tabletop, "You're a bastard...you're a lonely, evil bastard ! How can you expect me to cooperate when I'm practically a vegetable?"

"Exactly." Mr Gold rasped his reply. "You can't. And neither can you resist me."

Emma quivered with a mixture of rage and genuine fear at Gold words, and she hated him in that moment. Hated him for making her so defenseless and weak, and hated him for acting as though she were nothing but a mere plaything to be used and discarded. Many a man had treated her as such, but she was especially disdainful of Gold since his gentlemanly act was all but a rouse. Deep-down he was a man - no, a monster - with impure motivations, and Emma wanted to kick herself for not having seen through his invitation.

Trying yet again to move, Emma gave up and released a frustrated scream. If he came near her, she decided she would bite him...at this point she'd do anything to keep him away from her and Henry.

His hands roamed her body before she could respond and found a way to lift her dress. His fingers hooked her panties and started tugging them down. He'd sat down on Emma's chair to be able to use both his hands as he intended to enjoy this evening to the fullest, with the plan of stretching his pleasure as well as her body to the max that night.

She made a weak attempt at stomping on his foot. Her movements only succeeded in making her right leg slip into a more accommodating stance to Gold's actions.

Her underwear was discarded, dropped to the floor and finding it's place in a pool of drying wine. She made a noise of protest and shivered at the sudden chill against her skin. But Mr Gold's hands were already on her hips again, caressing the sensitive skin with his thumbs in small circular motions that were almost easing. She was now vulnerable and could feel his eyes burning into her, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she feebly tried to pull her legs together.

Sadly, Emma was not allowed such modesty, and she jerked forward when she felt his lips on her most intimate spot. To her fear, he moved his head between her legs and brushed his lips past her slit, tasting her and prodding her sweetness with his tongue. Arching her back as if this might help her escape his administrations, her actions only caused her to press back further into his touch. Biting her lip to the point it bled, she gripped the table cloth tightly between her fingers as she felt his tongue thrashing against her clit.

His hands were on her legs in a firm grip, keeping them apart. His tongue skillfully found her sensitive knob, sucking and nipping at her clit while he was keeping her hips down. A low throaty moan escaped him and his eyes closed. Tasting her, smelling her core, and to be able to rub his nose in her sweet juices…. It was pure bliss and took him back many years ago.

His kisses became more rough, the movements of his tongue more eager until he set his teeth on her clit, pinching it and moving his head from side to side feverishly.

There was something quite surreal about the scenario to Emma - almost as if she were in a waking dream - and her body began to traitorously respond as she fought for breath. With a whimper, she tried to claw a path away from her aggressor, but all she succeeded in doing was knocking another dish off the table.

It crashed against the floor in a thousand splinters of glass, and Emma flinched when she felt Gold's actions grow more feverish and attentive. Trying to stifle a soft moan against her hand, she trembled as an undeniable ache began to throb throughout her womb and grip her core, her toes curling as her breathing turned into short, shallow pants.

"Please stop," Emma begged, her words sounding strained and sorrowful. She didn't want to sound desperate, but she was truly afraid of what he might take from her. It was obvious he had the intention of violating her, but what she feared most of all was not being fucked, but rather the possibility of losing what little dignity she had left. Her pride was all she had, and if this monster took it from her, how could she be a good mother to Henry?

Choking on a sob at the thought, Emma squeezed her eyes tightly closed and forced herself not to cry.

When Mr Gold let go and looked up at Emma he realized that she was still in the most brilliant position to be fucked. Her legs were apart and her face away from him. She had not been able to roll on her side and was still stuck with her belly to the table, helpless and defenseless.

Emma could hear Gold moving behind her now, and trembled once she realized he was fussing with the zipper to his pants.

He opened his breeches and brought forth a throbbing erection. He toyed with it in his hand, slipping his right hand up and down the shaft a time or two just to feel the veins pulse underneath his palm. He had tried to prepare Emma for the infiltration, but now was too eager to wait any longer, and with effort managed to push himself up from the chair and fall against the blonde beauty on the table. He stabilized himself and guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, applying some light pressure. He slapped her naked cheeks, exposed to him from the moment he had removed her panties, and let out a low chuckle.

With her forehead pressed against the tabletop, she jumped in anger and humiliation when she felt him spank her ass. She could feel him pressed against her entrance at this point, and although her body's initial reaction was to try and take him in, Emma resisted and leaned forward with the hopes of distancing their bodies.

"Oh, you can protest, darling, but in the end you know you'll have loved it. You did before. "

Despite her horrifying predicament, Emma couldn't help but sneer at Gold's words. Enjoy it? She'd show that fucker - she'd keep silent and just lay there like a rag doll, proving once and for all that she'd never "love" what he was doing to her.

His last remark, however, threw her considerably off-guard. She knew Gold had claimed Henry was his son, but she hadn't quite filled in all the pieces until that very moment. All these years she'd been able to picture herself writhing beneath a faceless figure, but now she could see Gold's face and she gave a cry at the discovery.

At that moment Gold decided to enter her, and Emma's mouth opened in a silent scream as her body adjusted to his size. She wanted to sob now that she knew the truth, but she was far too prideful to allow herself the luxury. With a knowing chuckle he pushed forth, easing a satisfying sigh as he felt the head slip in easily. He could feel her body trying to adjust and couldn't help the irony of the thought that she must have been untouched for a while. Which would mean the former sheriff wouldn't have had his fill. He smirked pleased and without a warning thrust in completely, burying him to the hilt with a groan. He flinched, face contorting in a mix of pleasure and pain at the feel of Emma's velvety warmth surrounding him. It had truly been too long.

Shuddering when Gold groaned in her ear, she felt his hands brace on either side of her hips as he began to slowly, torturously thrust up into her body. Emma closed her eyes and whimpered, heat coiling in her belly as she fought against giving any potential reaction.

Uncertain if he could keep his self-control, Mr Gold started a slow pace. Thrust after thrust he could hear their skin meeting. He could hear his balls slam against her clit. He could hear how from their joining satiating wet sounds emerged. His hand travelled down her back, caressing as much as he could with the fabric of her dress still in between. Soppy wet sounds now filled the room and they were accompanied by Mr Gold's low moans as he started a steady rhythm. Firm thrusts. Short, regular movements.

Emma gasped as her body jerked forward with each desperate thrust. Her head bowed and rested against the table cloth, and her cheeks colored when she accidentally released a soft whine.

"Stop," she begged, yet her plea was punctuated with a breathless gasp. Frustrated, she cursed her body's betrayal as her wetness allowed Gold to slide in deeper, her eyes fluttering as she began to lean back into him.

She longed to take control of her body again, but Emma knew the drug was far from releasing her from its numbing shackles.

With her teeth gritting, she hissed when an especially arousing thrust knocked her onto her elbows, her eyes narrowing as she promised herself right then and there that she would not orgasm. She wouldn't give the smug bastard the satisfaction. Deep-down, she was almost positive that she was only behaving in the way she was because of the drug, for if she were sober? Gold would've been knocked straight onto his ass.

A throaty moan brought her away from her thoughts and back to the sweaty reality. With each thrust the table shook and one or another primal sound escaped the man who was taking her. Any thoughts of control had slipped away and his thrusts had now become irregular and with different vigor. One thrust was soft, the next was deep and hard.

Emma let out a yelp when she once again found herself falling onto her elbows, her body jerking along with Gold's relentless thrusts as she fought for breath. His movements were more strenuous now, and the violently rocking table was physical proof of his enthusiasm.

She grit her teeth when the next thrust launched her even further up the table, her eyes desperately searching for the knife she'd earlier had in her possession. With a stab of fear, she then realized it was on the floor and cursed under her breath. She doubted she would've been able to use the weapon against her aggressor, but the thought alone was enough to comfort her in her misery.

His hands dug into her skin, coloring her hips with his touch, leaving two firm palm prints she would see for the coming two days. Emma winced from the pain while realizing she would surely bruise. Since her own hands were close to his, she somehow managed to grab him by the wrists and dig her nails in deep. She prayed to a God she wasn't sure existed that he was bleeding - that he was hurting the way he'd hurt her.

"I hate you," Emma half-sobbed, half-gasped, her eyes squeezing tightly closed. "I hate you so fucking much..."

Gold thrust up deeper inside her in response, and Emma whined as her hips traitorously tilted to take him in. His actions were more aggressive now, and she shuddered as she felt his breath scorching the nape of her neck.

He could feel her body starting to give way and let out a low chuckle as he realized that she was enjoying it, or at least her body was. Taking her over the edge would be so simple now, as he started to bang her deep. With each thrust he hit a place deep down inside of her that made her body tingle all over, that made her shiver and respond to him, that gave her the ultimate pleasure. For a man who was taking her 'against her will' he was surely doing a good job in getting her to orgasm.

With his teeth clenched he started driving into her in a fury, suppressing gasps, moans and cries as he worked to his own peak, he came with a final deep blow and buried himself deep, the tip of his manhood pressing painfully against her cervix. He released his juices, spilling his semen inside of her, filling her fruitful womb. She dropped forward before he fell against her quivering form; a hoarse moan escaped him as he temporarily collapsed on top her. Then, after a few minutes of catching his breath and caressing her body all over, he slipped out of her and rolled her onto her back.

Emma was proud of herself for not having orgasmed, but when she felt Gold's hands on her hips again, she suddenly realized he wasn't through with her. With a noise of protest, Emma found herself being rolled over onto her back, her legs still spread in helpless surrender as she dizzily gazed up at the ceiling. "Stop it," she pleaded, her lashes now blocking off her view. "Please... please stop..."

His hands started to work, nimble fingers peeling off her dress and slipping down her bra. She was now naked and being devoured by his hungry gaze. Subconsciously digging her nails into her palms, she kept her eyes directed straight ahead as he lowered his warm, burning mouth to her pulse point. Trembling all over, she jerked slightly when his tongue flicked against her skin, and her nipples hardened when she felt his hands cup her breasts. His tongue traced the remnants of wine from her throat, sucking the pulse there before giving her languish licks down her chest and to her breasts. He capture a nipple between his lips, pulling and sucking at it, nibbling like a child. Then made his way over to the other, watching them become erect.

Despite her shame and misery, Emma was grateful to one thing and one thing only: throughout this entire violation, Gold hadn't kissed her. Although sex was most certainly intimate, kissing had a certain tenderness that she was not willing to share with such a monster of a man. At this point she had very little dignity left, and she knew that with one touch of his defiling lips, she'd be left a broken shell of the woman she once was.

Sucking her breath when she felt him bite a nipple, Emma turned her head to the side and tried to still the furious pounding of her heart. He could more than likely hear the terror of her pulse - could possibly sense how very much they resembled a wolf capturing a rabbit as its prey - but if there was one thing she was certain of, she would not allow him to believe she was enjoying herself.

His body moved against hers, once again positioning him. His hard shaft pressed against her abdomen, signaling he had become hard once more and was ready for another go. For a man of his age he certainly hadn't lost his stamina.

Yearning to strike him, Emma made a noise of despair when she felt Gold's erection pressing snugly against her navel. Normally she welcomed such intimacy from men, but in this case there was neither genuine arousal or a desire for company from the opposite sex.

Squeezing her eyes shut when she felt him lift her hips, Emma gave a piteous cry when he entered her as violently as before. She could sense his aggression increasing, and she arched her back as her head knocked painfully against the tabletop. His dominance was clear, but she inwardly assured herself that he wouldn't have succeeded if she had been sober. He pushed into her sweet folds, rolling his eyes back in the process, and started another round. The sopping sounds that accompanied each thrust were a heavy reminder of the way he had come inside her only moments ago.

Keeping a steady pleasurable pressure, Mr Gold continued his ministrations, his hands sweeping past her skin and his rough fingertips causing electrical shocks at the contact with her flesh. He toyed with her bosom, dipping his head forth to pant in her ear. His hands massaged her breasts while his thrusts continued, pounding her into oblivion.

Feeling dizzier than before, Emma grasped weakly at Gold's forearms and dug her nails in to the point of pain. Their union grew almost desperate, and she could sense that the end was finally near. Before either could come undone, however, Emma gave a sharp gasp and painted out in a sea of black.