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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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“He’s gone, didn’t I tell you?” Alcide said happily.
I moaned in despair when he parted my cheeks and rammed his oily cock into my ass. I screamed bloody murder. “Scream all you want, the only reason we bought this dump is because it’s so secluded, no one will ever hear you,” he said repositioning himself to thrust again.
I just cried and whimpered which I hated myself for because I knew it only increased his enjoyment. “Oh yeah,” he groaned ramming himself ever further into my burned rectum.
“I’m so glad I let Eric talk me into getting you,” he said with his voice ragged. All I could hear was the sound of flesh hitting flesh and it made me gag.
“Alcide I’m sorry that I talked back to you, I swear if you stop I won’t do it again,” I knew it was useless, he was too provoked to stop. I wondered if Eric would come back before it would be too late and if it would it would be soon. And if he did show up, would he stop this? Somehow I doubted that, he liked his boyfriend happy.
“Tough,” he muttered. “You should have thought of this before starting that smart mouth.”
“Does it hurt pumpkin?” he said with his mouth close to my ear.
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Good, maybe next time you won’t tell me no,” he spread my cheeks obscenely wide for his next plunge.
He took his time making each thrust deep and hard and I screamed so loud and long that I irritated him. His hand clapped over my mouth. “Shut up,” he snarled. I felt hot liquid drip down my crack and knew that I was bleeding.
Desperately I tried to bury what was left of me inside somewhere so deep that they couldn’t ever extinguish it. “Alcide I’m bleeding,” I said quietly when he removed his hand to play with my clit.
“Yes I know,” the self-satisfaction in his tone was awful.
Dimly I heard that song “Shelter” by the Stones playing in my head. But there was none to be had and I was eroding with each new rape. Over and over he entered me and now blood was soaking into the sheet below us. I kept track of the blood flow as it dripped down from my body to the backs of my calves.
I tried to imagine that this was happening to someone else. But it was useless. This was Sookie Stackhouse aged seventeen being raped until she bled in her burned anus and there was no way out.
“Oh God don’t do this anymore,” I screamed so loud that I almost lost the use of my voice immediately.
I turned my head to the closed door and looked at it as if God would come waltzing in and save me. But then some part of me imagined him joining in, taking me with my sick rapist. That’s how far gone I was, because God is male I couldn’t imagine him saving me.
Alcide groaned in ecstasy as my blood lubed his cock, I tried my hardest to crawl up the bed and away from him. His fingers so large and thick dug hard into my hips. One hand touched my clit and he began to massage it slowly and lightly. I began to respond and never had I hated my body more.
The feeling of his attentions began to wear me out as I tried to resist it. “Oh no you don’t sweetheart, I’m going to make you cum on my hand,” he said in his low southern voice.
My orgasm hurt worse than the rape. As my body racked with it I knew that Sookie was gone, that little part of me that had swung next to the greatest sweetest boy was dead. Alcide got so aroused when my hot juices soaked his fingers that he came at almost the same time. He shot deep inside me until his semen mixed with my blood.
The door banged back and there stood Eric. “Fuck,” he muttered. He ran his hand through his hair seeming mildly distressed. He took two long strides to reach Alcide and me.
“She’s fucking bleeding,” he said under his breath.
“What the fuck did I tell you the other night? Don’t you remember the last time?”
Alcide pulled his cock out of me. “Yeah I remember,” he said softly and it shocked me that I could hear some sort of emotion in his voice. It was clear that Eric wasn’t referring to when Alcide used the hot metal on me, he meant with Cullen.
“It nearly killed him,” Eric whispered.
“I said I remember, just drop it.”
“You know we can’t take her to a hospital,” Eric continued taking off his black leather jacket and laying it over the chair that sat oddly in the corner.
He unchained me then and carried me to the bedroom that they’d made mine. “We’re going to paint your room tomorrow, would you like that?” he brushed back my sweat soaked hair from my face.
I said nothing and I saw from the dim light of the nightlight that he looked sad and slightly concerned. “I’ll get an enema and some pills,” he left the room and came back holding a foiled thing and in his other hand he had two pills.
“Hold on I’ll get some water to wash these down,” he vanished and I heard him going down the stairs. He came back holding a glass and he said “Open up,” I did and he popped them in. “These are very strong and very addictive,” he said in a clinical voice.
He spread my cheeks after forcing me to my side. The enema felt like a hot fist entering me. That’s how damaged I was. “Where were you?” I asked bitterly.
“Out,” he muttered.
“Eric what do you do?”
A long silence followed. “I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore if you know, I’m a lawyer.”
The thought that this sadistic monster was versed in law and made his money from it was gross and repugnant. “You’ll feel better soon,” I felt his lips touch my forehead and he left.
Ten long minutes later I lost almost all feeling in my body as the pills took over and spread through my blood stream. Tears didn’t come and I oddly was dying to cry, to prove to myself that I wasn’t dead. I was so high that I no longer smelled my urine which had almost gagged me when I was brought in.
I threw my numb legs over the side and made my way to the door. It was unlocked and some dim hope burned in my head as I parted it and stumbled down the stairs.
I unlocked the front door with fingers that I couldn’t feel. The night air was chilly and I was naked but that no longer mattered. I was free.
I made my way for the front yard. I had never seen the front of the house. It was an unassuming house and it had a front porch with a little table and three chairs. A candle burned on it and it seemed so out of place that for a long moment I just stared at it.
“Get moving Sookie,” I slurred to myself. Except get moving to where? There was no road in sight, only miles of woods ahead of me and cotton fields behind. Stumbling in my high I headed for the woods.
But when I entered them I knew it was a mistake. It wasn’t a forest, it was a swamp and there was nothing but thorn bushes for endless distances. I went on while the thorns cut my body to ribbons. Finally they got so thick and piercing that when I saw an opening in them I crawled under them and lay down in a tiny clearing. I was too high to go on. The night air was bone cold, or so it seemed, I knew that if I’d had a t-shirt and jeans with a hoodie it would have seemed balmy but I was naked.
My last thought before I slept was envisioning Eric and Alcide frying in electric chairs. It made me smile.
AN: Please take into consideration that I spent two hours writing this before you decide not to review…Just saying.
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