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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The next day I was completely alone in the house, you know how you wake up sometimes and you can tell that everyone that lives with you is gone? Well that’s the feeling I got. I strained my ears to listen for Alcide and his ever running vacuum cleaner or any movement at all. There was nothing but the birds, singing their idiot’s song of joy.
I needed to pee so bad it was making me see stars. And my thirst was desperate, as if I’d been walking for days in the Gobi desert. Hours passed and finally the pain in my bladder was too much and I let go. It flooded the bed and shamed me to the core of my being. My Aunt Nancy always said when something really bothered her “That just goes all through me” and that’s the phrase that summed up the terrible lack of humanity the act caused in me.
I lay drenched in my urine and the air in the room was uncomfortably hot, as if in a fit of concern for my comfort they’d overshot and set the heat too high. Tears welled into my eyes. Memories of the last time I’d been with Brandon came to me. It was like watching a beloved movie that had been forever destroyed.
We we’re swinging in our favorite park. He looked over with his beautiful blue eyes watching me. “Whatcha thinking about?”
I’d blushed. “You and me,” I replied softly.
He frowned a little. “Sookie we’ve been over this, we have our whole lives for that stuff,” he never could even say the word.
“But we know were going to get married, why wait?” I had secretly masturbated to the thought of us doing it.
I could see him getting that familiar look of frustration. “I told you when we first started going steady that I’m not like that,” he paused and a muscle jumped in his chiseled jaw.
“And I thought you liked that about me,” there was a plaintive note in his voice that pained me.
I got off the swing and sat gingerly in his lap. I twined my arms around his tanned neck. “I do like that about you but Brandon, we’ve been dating for over a year now, and you know that there will never be another one but you for me,” his eyes had softened and I could feel him getting hard under me.
He sighed. “Fine, but we’re going to be safe about it, and I want everything to be perfect, candles, flowers, chocolates,” I almost laughed because he was such a girl sometimes but really the urge fled as I thought of how incredibly sweet that was, how endearing it was.
I kissed his cute mouth hungrily until he kissed me back. He pulled away and gently lifted me back onto my own swing. “Next week, after you get off work, we’ll do it,” he promised. A wind had come then and blown back his golden brown hair gently from his finely wrought brow. He was so handsome, all the girls in school had tried to date him. And he’d chosen me. He stood and picked me up twirling me around and around until I begged him to stop.
We walked home together with his arm around my waist. The last thing he said to me is trite but it’s the most powerful thing a girl can hear under the right circumstances. “I’m so in love with you Miss Stackhouse,” he drawled in his southern accent.
“Me too,” I said ducking my head as a flush covered my cheeks. We kissed under a raw blue sky that had seemed endless and full of promise.
Hot tears spread down my face as I remembered his words and his soft gentle lips upon mine. The stink of my piss was so strong that I had to throw my head to the side and vomit. It was mostly stomach bile with little bits of meatloaf. Never have I wished for another human’s death, now I wished for two deaths.
Even the rape, where they both penetrated me at once, even the hot metal rod, had not torn my spirit like this, this degradation of being chained to my own waste.
I don’t know how many hours passed before a noise awoke me. It was the floorboard creaking near the doorway in the hall. The door was unlocked and Alcide entered. He sniffed the air. “Bad girl, you didn’t wait to go potty,” he said with a little smirk on his perfect face.
He wagged a finger in front of me. “Tsk, tsk, little school girl, now I have to clean you up, nice and good.”
I turned my face away in shame and rage. “Where were you?”
Alcide glanced at me before looking away. “You know Eric and I have lives that don’t include pandering to your every whim,” he said patiently. As if I’d asked them to buy me jewelry and not screamed to go to the bathroom because I was chained like a beast.
He guided me into the bathroom and stripped me naked. He started the water going in the pristine tub. “We’ll have to buy you a new mattress I suppose,” he said conversationally. He turned after testing the water to make sure it was to his liking.
“Get in,” he gestured for me to climb in. I did and stared at him wishing I could kill him with my eyes, my hate. “Of course until then,you’ll have to share a bed with us, we’ll take turns,” his eyes glimmered wickedly and his hand reached between my legs to fondle my clit from his position in front of me.
“You make me sick,” I whispered.
His eyes flickered with contentment. “Oh do I?” there was a dangerously lazy quality to the words and I tensed.
“You have no idea how sick things are going to get,” he said so quietly into my ear that I shuddered all over. “Eric’s very excited to have you in our family, he’s always been a little bit straighter than me,” he confided while he began washing my body.
I felt ill as his large hands wandered my small body possessively, he took his time between my thighs, inserting fingers now and then. “We’ll have to fuck you in your cunny for a while,” he sounded regretful.
“You look so small and scared, it makes me so fucking hot,” he moaned and I could see his massive erection coming up through the now tepid water.
“I want you to ride me and cry while you do it,” he purred.
He picked me up and thrust me onto his cock and I screamed instinctively. I wasn’t trying to obey him but tears started falling from my eyes almost immediately. He bent his dark curly head to my face and I felt him lick them off as they came. “Yes cry little pudding, cry and get fucked,” his voice was so aroused and so masculine that I knew that if I’d chosen this man to be my lover that it would have turned me on, as it was it made vomit well in my throat.
“Please stop this,” I whimpered, desperately I tried to lift myself off his length. His hands were like stones on my hips, digging into them brutally, forcing me to get completely violated.
“Yes beg,” he groaned out, getting harder and harder inside me, ripping my small pussy to shreds.
“You’re so tight, we just knew you hadn’t fucked that nerd,” he murmured before taking one of my nipples hard between his teeth and biting down until I cried out.
“Our tiny virgin, tell me you want me deeper,” he commanded me holding still, waiting for me to obey.
“No I despise this!” he laughed a low rumble in his massive chest.
“Tell me or I will hurt you so bad you won’t walk for a week,” the teasing seductive tone was gone from his voice in an instant. I remembered all too well the molten heat of the metal entering me.
Yet I felt that if I said those horrid words that I would become a ghost, that I would never be me again, never be that girl that Brandon had loved so dearly. Abruptly, he rolled us over until he had me pinned to the bottom of the tub, pinned on his hard on. “You tell me now Sookie, I will only ask one last time,” his voice was ice, colder even than the water he was raping me in.
“I want you deeper,” I yelped and he smiled viciously as he angled my helpless body to a new angle.
“You’re so delicate, I could snap you in half,” his deep southern accent was pronounced with his excitement.
“God please get off me,” I begged, punching his chest as hard as I could. This was a useless battle for me, I could never no matter how desperate I was, fight him off. He outweighed me at least two times and he was so big.
He bent his night shaded head and bit into my shoulder, enough that it broke the skin lightly. I screamed and his ensuing laughter chilled me soul deep. “I love your screams, so husky,” he moaned into my ear.
“This is almost the hottest sex I’ve had in years, open your eyes,” I did even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I saw his eyes so green and beautiful were filled with pure enjoyment and a yawning emptiness, a complete lack of humanity.
His hand wrapped tightly around my neck and I began to lose consciousness. My world started going black around the edges just as he released me. He stood up and made me wrap my petite legs around his waist so he could stay inside me. He brought us into his bedroom and rammed me against the wall, plunging hard and deep inside me. I clawed at his face and he punched me hard in my broken ribs. “Eric said no more face hits, but I can beat the hell out of those ribs, would you like it if one of them punctured your lungs? Or maybe your heart?” He watched me with a carefully controlled psychosis.
I couldn’t stop crying as he took both my wrists in a giant hand and pinned them above my head. “I can go on like this all night long, and I think I will,” he said seductively, or so he thought I’m sure.
He threw me to the cool hardwood floor and continued battering into me. He still held my wrists clenched hard in a bone grinding grip. I screamed over and over and after a while it ceased to pleasure him. He hit me hard in my stomach taking the wind from me. “Shut up, “ he snarled.
He was huge inside my tight teenage pussy, I wanted to die, I wanted to sink into the floor and never see them again. And I knew with an aching certainty that when they were done with me my wish would be granted. Granny was right, be careful what you wish for…
It seemed he would never finish, just when I would think he was getting tired I would whimper as he thrust into me at a new angle and it would excite him into a new frenzy.
Finally he pulled out and I wondered why remembering what he’d said about his vasectomy until he pumped his hot cum on my face. It dripped down and mingled like snow with the rain of my weeping. “Wasn’t that fun little twat?” an ugly sneer was on his beautiful mouth.
I rolled onto my side and pulled my legs up to my bruised stomach. “Honey I’m home,” Eric called cheerfully from downstairs. My heart thundered in my chest at the thought of what he would now do to me. I was just a toy to be used by them until broken and then they would bury me, probably somewhere in that decaying field of cotton.
AN: Lucy82 thank you for your review and if you PM your email address on FF.net I can send you Virtue of Sin as an ebook. And thanks go to everyone who took the time to read or read and review! I’m really getting into this story, even though it makes me ill to write it at times. It’s just so dark! If you feel like it drop me a line let me know if this is working for you, there will be another update in the morning.
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