WARNING: There is slight rape in this. By slight rape I mean forced sexualness but never going over the limit. You have been warned!

He just stood there towering over her, eye fucking her naked form that was tied to the bed post in the storage closet of The Ninth Circle. He didn't even care about the deep scars on her hip as she still looked sexy and fuckable. She was still very high and Ahzrukhal took every advantage of it when her body tingled at his touch. At first she made no reaction when he touched her, he became bored within minutes and left her lying there naked yelling at someone outside the door. In moments Charon walked in and walked over to her followed by the prick who watched with mild amusement and curiosity. Charon bent down and eyed her naked form making her shiver and her breathing hitched in her throat. Hesitantly he looked back at her face, her demeanor had changed and her eyes were hazy with lust cheeks flushed pink like she knew why he was there. He pushed back the thought and convinced himself it was the drugs she took prior and slowly began to touch her inner thighs gliding against the soft skin eyes glued to hers as he did so.

Charon hated the way she was reacting to him. He also hated her for not reacting this way to Ahzrukhal's which forced him into this mess. Ahzrukhal livid beyond belief walked over to Charon and told him to go inside and touch her. Invoke some feeling from her so he could have his way, the way he wanted to. He saw the way she stared at Charon and blushed when he stared back. It made his blood boil when she shot him down and brought Charon a beer instead and then left the bar for weeks.

Ahzrukhal pulled him from his train of thought when he spoke.

"Get her nice and wet for me Charon, don't stop until she begs!" He said hands slowly reached for the bulge in his pants, softly caressing it.

Charon nearly gagged at the sight and turned back to the smooth-skin who's legs were spread wide open for him. It made his current bulge pulse with pain as he took in the sight of her wanting him, needing him. He took an unsteady breath and slowly touched her stomach leading up towards her perfectly shaped breasts and began kneading it with his palm, tweaking at the hard pebble perched on top. She moaned and arched her back as her breathing became more and more jagged. He hadn't paid attention to how high his other hand had gotten as his thumbs rubbed the cluster of nerves making her moan even loader. He quickly pulled away, guilt rushing through him making him unsteady in his hunched over position and nearly falling on top of her.

"That's right bitch. Moan louder for me." Ahzrukhal was roughly pleasuring himself as his sick mind pictured her moans were for him. He wanted her. He wanted IN her, right now.

Putting his cock back in his pants he walked over to Charon and grabbed his shoulder shoving him back and out of the way.

"Get the fuck out! I don't want your grubby eyes on my prize anymore." He said while he began touching in between her legs watching her reaction. To his disdain she didn't make a sound as her eyes were fixated on the ghoul about to leave.

"Please.." She said. "Don..leave.. Char..on."

In a blaze of fury Ahzrukhal slapped her across the face and grabbed her by the jaw forcing her eyes to be on him and only him.

"Listen here bitch. There ain't nothing for you but me in here so keep your eyes on me and get ready to be fucked in every way." He spat at her then shoved his mouth to hers, greedily taking her mouth to his as his other hand snaked around her breast pinching all too hard on the nipple.

Fear pitted into her stomach removing the previous tingle that Charon had produced as he ravished her mouth and she had to hold in the bile that slowly made its way up. Her eyes stared wide eyed at the ghoul in front of her as his eyes never closed as well. His hand moved disgusting slow down her stomach and to her lower region before taking a handful of her pubic hair and tugging hard making her yelp in his mouth. His sickening tongue found its way into her mouth as he pulled again and the yelp turned into a cry as tears began to form in her eyes. She darted her eyes toward the door getting a glimpse of it slowly closing behind Charon.

No..No..NO!

She felt panic and adrenaline roll up inside of her and she bucked uncontrollably hitting Ahzrukhal in the head and biting down on his tongue. He yelled and clawed at her face leaving red marks on her cheeks blood beginning to slip down. He backed away and turned around holding his tongue in his fingers before pacing the side of the bed giving silent glances at her.

Her face was priceless. Saliva dripping from her chin, breathing hard and heavy as her angry eyes never leaving him as he paced. He reached in his pocket and pulled out something shiny and sharp. It was a combat knife and he slowly walked back toward the girl.

"You'll be good, won't you?" He smiled wickedly as he trailed the back side of the knife down her left side watching her body shiver at the cold stainless steel. Her legs were shut tight and he didn't like that very much so he put the knife right about the crease that formed where the legs pulled apart.

"Spread them or I'll fuck you with the knife after I'm through with you." He wasn't smiling anymore, he was glaring, challenging her.

She didn't budge and he pressed the knife slowly down in between her legs cutting tiny bits of flesh. She whimpered and it was music to his ears as she reluctantly pried her legs open. He didn't hesitate this time. He was fast. On top of her in seconds hands on either side of her head breathing hot foul smelling breaths on her face, in between her legs. He ground against her, his bulge behind his pants touching her sensitive area and she cried out. He continued the onslaught of grinds as she cried and pulled on the straps in her hands. She felt dirty, used and he hadn't even raped her yet.

"That's right baby." He breathed. "Cry for me. Beg for me." He put his mouth to her breast and nipple as he continued to grind against her clit.

She tugged at her arm straps harder than before as the grinding stopped and she heard him lift up and unbuckle his pants.

He wanted to be naked with her, naked on her and in her. Skin touching skin as he moved animalistic in and out of her. He was having trouble with the buckle on his pants so he moved to his shirt. He felt Feral. Taking it off he dropped on her wrapping his arms around her back, head on her chest and he relished the feel of her skin on his. He was mesmerized by the feel and began licking everywhere he found skin. She gagged and cringed and tugged at the straps. She could feel them loosening. At least she hoped. He didn't bother stopping her struggle. He in fact enjoyed it because with every tug her breasts wobbled deliciously close to his face.

He stuck his mouth on her breast and bit down hard and she screamed yanking her body upward. The straps broke and without thinking she pushed him off and on the ground and she followed with his arms still around her back. As she fell her knee landed hard on his stomach and he released her gasping for air. She had stood up and found the combat knife still on the bed where he dropped it to unbuckle his belt.

She clambered for it grabbing it and plunging it deep into his hands that covered his stomach. He couldn't move as his hands were bound that way as he screamed. She took the knife out of his stomach and his breathing began to increase as he stared paralyzed with fear struck eyes as she stabbed him in the chest over and over again. Blood flinging up at her body and on the walls. When his screams had stopped he just formed gargled words that were incoherent to the blood thirsty vault girl straddling him plunging the knife into him.

"Oh baby, does that feel good?" She said oozing sarcastic dirty talk back to him as she gritted her teeth and continued.

She didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Even as his eyes showed no form of life left and the only movements he made were those created by her as she stabbed him mercilessly. She stabbed everywhere she could, arms, legs, face. eventually she cut out his tongue followed by his dick and shoved it in his mouth in an act of childish whim. She didn't care though. She had protected herself from the disgusting fate she was dealt and when she felt good enough to stand she placed his tongue on his forehead and shoved the knife through it.

She stood up and sat on the bed, hands in her forehead as she began to sob. She knew she was going to die now that she actually killed him. Charon had an obligation and he failed so he was no doubt going to kill her even after all she had been through. The wastes really weren't fair she thought back to what someone told her a long time ago. She sighed and thought back to the screams he was producing when she stabbed him. Why didn't Charon come in at the pained cry of his employer? A sickening smile crept on her face and she stopped crying as she looked down at the now bloodied and unidentifiable mess she created and vomited right on his stomach as everything came to a halt, including the smell.

Blood never felt so sweet, she thought.