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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to the Southern Vampire novels, they are the sole property of Charlaine Harris! I do not make any money from this Fiction!

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Alcide looked annoyed. “Go shut that shit off downstairs would you?”
Anton left and Alcide lifted his fitted t-shirt off. He came back into the room and shut the door. “Take off her clothing,” Alcide said gesturing to me.
Anton moved forward eagerly and I shrinked back into the corner. “Stand fucking still,” my dark haired kidnapper barked.
So I did and shuddered as Anton’s hands went to the hem of my black tank top and lifted it over my head, exposing my small bare breasts. “Can I touch her?” he asked hungrily.
“Sure, but only a little,” his friend muttered.
Anton’s slender hands reached for my breasts and I stood stock still and let him. Somehow this was so much more degrading than when Eric or Alcide groped me. It took me a moment to realize why; it was because in my mind Eric and Alcide owned me, but when I had started thinking that I don’t know. “Please make him stop,” I moaned to Alcide.
“Shut up pudding,” Alcide purred taking off his jeans.
I screamed when he reached for the button on my baggy jeans. Alcide just looked at me with a clear warning in his grassy eyes. I closed my mouth and shivered as my jeans came down and Anton made me step out of them. His fingers went to the top edge of my panties and pulled them down. “Ever notice this sexy birthmark above it?” Anton said staring at my pussy.
“What do you think?” Alcide said pushing him out of the way.
“She’s got the tiniest most perfect body,” Anton commented taking the seat in the corner, the better to watch my complete degradation.
Alcide made no comment in response and hit the button on the music system. “I was bruised and battered I couldn’t tell what I felt, I was unrecognizable, saw my reflection and didn’t know my own face, wasting away,” The song ended as Alcide changed it to something less true, less raw.
“Eric is always putting that downer shit on,” Alcide said turning to me. I now knew who had put that haunting Irish melody on the IPOD.
They closed in around me and pushed me roughly towards the bed. Alcide chained me up and I found myself crying. And to think that I had thought I had none of those left. Pale eyes pulled the chair from the corner and set it to the side for the best vantage point I suppose.
His ivory hands went to the fly of his black pants and I cringed. He was going to masturbate to this. Only my hands were tied this time. “If you try to kick my junk I will knock you out with chloroform and still fuck you,” Alcide said softly getting on top of me.
The thought of me being used in my sleep made me still with fear. Sleep was the only time when I owned my body, when I could escape them. “Do you understand?”
I nodded and tears trailed down my face. A song so beautiful and strange came on then as he spread my legs. “You’re not going to fuck her ass?” his friend asked.
He sounded glad I thought distantly. The woman’s voice was the most beautiful and delicate that I’d ever heard. It was wrong for beauty to be in this room, I hated when I looked up at Alcide how gorgeous he was. “No, I fucked her too hard after some fun,” Alcide replied absently. Fun. That’s what my rape with the hot rod had been to him, I let out a half crazed laugh.
“I have a recurring dream, every time I lose my voice, I swallow warm little glowing lights, my mother and son baked for me during the night, they do a trapeze a work until there in the sky right above my bed, while I’m asleep my mother and son pour into me, warm glowing oil right into my wide open throat.” It was the most touching thing I’d heard in this house of horrors.
Alcide was staring down at me with a thoughtful expression as if considering something. “I want to take you on the floor,” he said to himself. He unchained me and I hated myself for not fighting him off.
He took my tiny delicate wrists and wrenched my arms free. “How much do you think she weighs?” the question came from the shadows and ghostly blue eyes devoured me.
“I don’t fucking know, less than a buck,” Alcide said sounding irritated.
I had always had difficulty maintaining my weight, the last time I had checked I had weighed eighty five pounds. I hated my smallness as he kissed me brutally. Dimly Brandon’s face danced in my mind. I could almost see his blue eyes looking at me with disgust and despair. My promise ring dug into my flesh as he slammed my wrists together above my head. “We’re going to give Anton a show aren’t we?”
“What does that mean?” I whimpered.
“You’re going to fight me with everything that little body has, got it?”
I turned my face away from his eyes and nodded with torment choking my throat closed.
“I don’t have all night,” he muttered waiting for me to fight.
“Actually you do, you’re a drug dealer remember?” Anton said sounding aroused and amused.
Alcide glanced over with some faint unvoiced laughter in his eyes. “Shut up,” he said with affection. His long dark lashes lowered as he gazed down at me.
“Hand me the lube it’s in the drawer over there,” he requested.
His friend got up and got it. “You should eat her out instead,” he suggested with a lavasious expression.
Alcide looked like he was considering it. “I don’t feel like it.”
“Then let me,” Anton said from the darkness all around me.
“Fuck off, you have to pay to play,” he said in reply.
His nonchalance, his ease with the way he debased me was so degrading that I wanted to vomit.
My rapist greased himself up and entered me like a hurricane into a tiny port. Some small part of me was grateful that I wouldn’t be forced to come in front of his creepy friend.
That thought didn’t comfort me for long as his massive cock battered me. He hit me hard in the stomach and I started fighting him off as he’d ordered. “This is so hot,” Anton said from his position above us. He was stroking his cock and Alcide looked over at him with clear lust. I wondered if he was in love with him.
Anton was just as big as my two captors. Maybe even bigger than both. “I’ll give you two thousand dollars to eat her out,” he suggested with his hand fisted around his erection.
“I have a million in my checking account fuckwad,” Alcide said rolling his eyes.
I was surprised at this. I had assumed that Anton didn’t have money, that that was why he had used James.
Then all thought left me as the rape continued. Alcide had never been so roused, so brutal with me before, not when fucking my pussy anyway. He seemed so turned on by his friend watching us. “If you don’t start fighting me off I will beat you to death,” he whispered in my ear.
I bucked my body immediately knowing that he meant every word. He released my wrists and I knew with the instinct of prey why. I punched his chest over and over and Anton groaned above us.
My hand connected with his jaw and he slapped me till I tasted blood on my lips. “I remember watching you play rugby, fucking fight me harder,” he gritted. The thought of him sitting beside Eric in the stands of my high school watching me was appalling.
“Fuck you,” I shouted using the whole of my diminutive body to fight him.
“I do the fucking around here remember darling?” his hand closed over my throat and he started choking me, the edges of my vision started going black. “Get over here,” he said.
From some fabricated by sadism distance I saw Anton get up and come over to us. “I want you to cum on her face,” he said pounding into me until I thought I would break into two.
His voice was inhuman, it sounded like a beast that had been taught to speak. Anton smiled his perfect Abercrombie smile and began jerking off hard above my defenseless face. Alcide went into a wild thrusting rhythm, his hands closed over abdomen so tightly that I knew I would have black and blue marks from it.
“Fight slut,” he screamed.
I battered his chest with my hands that looked like two wounded birds hitting his massive chest. He groaned savagely and picked up his already frantic pace. Music spilled into my ears and this time it was a heavy metal song. The guy’s voice was melodic to match the music. I hated that music was constantly playing, every time they fucked me. Every time they took the last shreds of my humanity there was a song playing. I thought if I ever get out of this alive I will never listen to music again. The thought made me incredibly sad. I had always loved music so much.
A memory of playing basketball with daddy came into my mind. “You’re a natural just like your old man,” he’d said looking so proud of me when I beat him at a game of horse. I was always good at every sport I’d ever tried. The moonlight above us competed with our garage light that shone on us.
“A chip off the old block huh?”
He chucked my chin up and hugged me. “I never wanted a daughter but you’re just as good as a son,” his voice was muffled against the crown of my head as he embraced me.
I felt tears well into my eyes at his words. He had never shown any indication that he would have preferred a son. But then I’d always been a tomboy. He stepped back and threw the ball after picking it up, it went through the basket and we smiled at each other.
“You know you’re mother thinks you should marry Brandon,” he said sitting in the front porch chair.
I said nothing while I collected my thoughts. “Really?”
He nodded looking distressed. “It’s too soon Sookie, if I had married my high school girlfriend I never would have met Eveleny.”
“Brandon is the one for me daddy,” I said softly reaching over to pat his back.
He let out a long sigh and looked up at the moths beating the little light above us. “You see those moths?” he asked pointing.
“Yeah.”
“They are mindless, they will fly right into a fire because the light enchants them,” he glanced over and continued. “Relationships can turn us into them, we just keep going into the fire until were all burned up,” he paused. “I’m not saying that’s the case with Brandon and you, it’s just a little advice.”
We had gone inside and had hot coca even though it was sweltering outside. The memory faded from my mind as if it was play and someone had lowered the curtains.
I choked out a sob at the thought of daddy knowing what was happening to his daughter. Then I was slammed into the moment so hard by his fucking that I screamed and the sound went on and on until Alcide clapped his hand over my mouth viciously.
Anton was above us looking so handsome that it made my skin crawl. His huge erection was pulsing in his tight grip as he went up and down it. I saw the gleam of the lube he’d used shining in the lamp light.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his motion. Then just as his hot jizz spread over my face Alcide came inside me. I was weeping hysterically as he rolled off me with me with a little smile.
And still the music went on and on. I hated it so much. I curled into a ball at their feet. “I want her to get fucked up,” Anton said putting his jeans on. He was a major drug addict I was to discover in my time of association with him.
“Sounds good and then we’ll do this again,” his voice sounded far away as I tried to escape.
He picked me up and let Anton dress me. His demented friend took his time doing it too, his large hands wandered over my body like the kiss of evil butterfly wings, his breathing was heavy in my ears as he slipped my borrowed tank top over my head. Alcide pushed me down the stairs a step at a time. “Show’s over Sookie, dry it up,” he said calmly as if he hadn’t just raped me for hours.
We sat down on the couch and Anton spread out the baggies with excitement wreathing his face. I decided that I would never date another good looking guy, because beauty hides evil so well. He was so gorgeous it made my stomach heave. Who am I kidding? I won’t be dating anyone anyway, even if I make it out of this, I would never be able to stand having another person have sex with me.
I gritted my teeth as Anton got up and put some music on. “Turn that fucking shit off,” my voice was hoarse from screaming.
“Why?” Anton asked with a genuinely confused expression.
“Because it’s constant,” I snapped.
He stepped back from it without hitting play. The silence in the room was deafening but it was also peaceful.
I received more reviews for last chapter than any before it and I’m grateful and pleased with your response. To Kim, your review fucking rocked! I think for a lot of my readers that my shit is a way of escaping vanilla sex so I understand. To Skarsgirl I’m happy that you still follow what I do and I loved what you wrote. I hope you find peace. To Marebare special thanks for your boundless enthusiasm for this sick ass tale. And thanks to all of you for tuning in every day whether you review or just read. I have to say honestly that I’ve never enjoyed writing a story so much, well not since Web anyway. OK, I didn't even enjoy writing Web this much even though I got a shit ton of reviews for that one. Oh FYI the songs in this chapter are "Heirloom" by Bjork and "Streets of Phillida," by Bruce Sprinsteen. I always include what I'm listening to when I write these chapters, for this story anyway.
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