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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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We drank coffee around the antique walnut table, just a teenage rape victim and three sadists, outside the birds sang happily, I was really starting to hate them. And I had always thought they were so wonderful.
Soft erotic music was playing in the background. Alcide put the game away and my heart sunk so deep I couldn’t hear it beating. He cleaned up and hummed under his breath. The hum traveled across the room and entered my blood stream, the muted notes of it danced in veins. I was fucked up beyond belief. Miguel lit yet another of his weird smokes. “Get me an ashtray,” he muttered to me. I got up and got the one out of the stand.
“Thank you,” he said politely.
I sat down and glanced back at the kitchen windows as if the cops were going to suddenly going to show up. But then the one person that could have called them had had his brains spread around the living room.
Miguel stood with the smoke dangling from his mouth, the leavings of it curled around his sinister face like clouds across the moon. If night time had been made into a man it would look just like him. “I’m ready,” he said taking my arm.
I glanced back at my owners. “Please don’t let him do this,” I whimpered. I saw a brief second of confliction on Alcide’s face before he disguised it with a grim smile. “We owe him, he got us Cullen.”
I was half dragged up the stairs and they followed behind us. He took me to the bathroom first. “Where do you keep the razors?” he asked them after looking for them. Eric went to the locked medicine cabinet and handed him a brand new one. “Shave everything,” he commanded me. He closed the door behind him and I considered trying to dismantle the razor and slitting my wrists but discarded it, I’ve seen people try that in movies and it never worked. So I shaved my own pussy for the first time until I was smooth as a baby and my legs and underarms. Like preparing a corpse I thought bitterly. “Fucking hurry up,” Eric snapped. I came out with a big plush towel wrapped around me. We went into Eric’s slate blue room and Miguel shut the door. That little hiss of wood meeting wood was like a gunshot. “Cuff her,” he demanded.
Eric moved towards me and I ran for the door. He caught me easily in his bear like arms. The towel my only protection fell to the floor. He threw me to the bed and before I could scramble off I was cuffed. On my stomach which made me scream. My blonde owner went over to the Bose and a sad song started playing. I heard Alcide say something scornful and he turned it to some girl singing in French.
Miguel murmured something in Spanish to Alcide. When I heard his reply he sounded distressed and that freaked me out majorly. In English Miguel said “Were going to fuck her at the same time before we have some real fun,” and because my face was facing the wall I couldn’t tell who he was addressing. A thick finger entered me and lubed my tight entrance. “Suck my cock,” he ordered one of them.
I turned back as far as my head would allow and saw Eric fall to his knees and take Miguel’s enormous penis into his mouth. His hands reached for his hips and gripped them as his sculpted cheeks hallowed. Miguel moaned and pushed his head deeper, I didn’t see the rest because my neck was aching from the odd angle it took to see it. So I stared at the wall and waited for the pain.
I heard moans and mouths meeting flesh. What seemed like an eternity later they approached the bed. “Pass me that,” Miguel said. I heard the sound of something being opened and felt his hand insert something small into my anus. It was one of Eric’s enemas I guessed.
“Now we wait for that to kick in, it will relax the muscles enough,” he said in a clinical way that reminded me of my one trip to the gynecologist. His hand cupped one of my cheeks and he sighed like an evil breeze. “I’ve never seen an ass this perfect,” he paused. “On a girl anyway, she’s so tiny.”
For the first time in days I felt a sharp pain in my ribs. “I want to beat her,” he said softly. My owners did nothing to stop him they just gave him one caveat.
“Not her face,” Eric said from the shadows.
“Of course.” Then he started raining blows down on my lower back and buttocks. Each punch was calculated for maximum pain and minimal damage. I whimpered over and over at first but then realized that it just excited him to hurt me further. I felt weight crawl up the bed towards me and knew it was coming. “Turn the music off,” Miguel commanded and instantly there was only the sound of my ragged pain filled breathing.
My asshole felt better than it had for days but I knew that was so temporary, it was a joke. Two sets of hands gripped my little hips and two cocks entered me. My scream was so intense, so piercing that for a moment I didn’t know it came from me. When Alcide went to gag me Miguel stopped him. “You know I live for their screams,” he said gently.
So it was Eric raping me with his mentor. The ecstasy was working in a sickening way now, unlike last time there was no pleasure to be heightened so it heightened the pain instead.
Their erections stretched my still hurting rectum so wide I thought I would be damaged for life. I gritted my teeth against the screams that wanted to rip me apart. Alcide got under me and entered my dry pussy. His girth in my desert like vagina made me let loose a long anguished howl. He pulled out and reached for the lube and wetted his cock before inserting it once more.
My every orifice was being filled, my every memory was being wiped from me. You know how people say that when they are dying that all their memories flash before their eyes? Well for me, this moment was making them go backwards and vanish like the ocean tide recedes rapidly from the shore to show the bones of dead fish.
Someone wrapped their fists into my hair and wrenched my head back. I saw Miguel’s yellow eyes were burning with enjoyment before he leaned his head down and began biting and sucking my neck. It hurt, each touch whether on me or in me was electrified so intensely. I knew that Miguel had known that the drug would do this to me, give me pain and not pleasure and hate for him knifed my decaying soul.
Alcide reared up on his elbows and kissed with his lush mouth. “I’m in love with you,” he whispered in my ear.
Our eyes met and I could feel mine widening to size of fifty cent pieces. “Then why are you doing this?” I said softly.
He looked deep into my face. “Because love is about misery,” he said into my ear. He looked sad and turned on at the same time and started plunging his twelve inch cock hard inside me. I thrashed violently as the two fucking my ass increased their rhythm and ferocity.
I just kept hearing that confusing disgusting whispered admission in my head and then underneath it I heard Brandon saying “I’m so in love with you Miss Stackhouse”
My stomach clenched and I fought the urge to vomit. I felt a hard punch to my kidney on the left side and my body bent at a grotesque angle in pain. And still they fucked me endlessly. Massive hands wrapped all the way around my twenty inch waist and I felt something in me rip, a muscle or an organ, I wasn’t sure which. Part of me wished that it was a vital organ so that I could die when they were done with me.
The grave called to me like a siren to a sailor. I wanted to escape so vividly that I could feel the flesh rotting off my bones and it made me smile for a second. The sounds that filled my ears were repulsive and endless. Flesh pounding me, grunts and moans and my occasional unavoidable scream as they would lift me and position my body for a new deeper angle.
I almost missed the constant music, music would have at least allowed me not to hear the utter disintegration of my selfhood.
It went on for a hundred years, it went all until I was old, or so it felt. I felt hands wrap around my throat choking me after I just screamed. I almost lost consciousness, I wanted to. But the hands lightened up just before I could escape inside the only darkness that didn’t hurt, that shadowy realm of sleep when I could dream of a place that I could feel joy, love, sunshine once more.
Like they were a pack of beautiful hyenas, they all came at the nearly the same moment. Cum gushed out of my stretched holes as they withdrew from me. I collapsed as Alcide rolled out from under me. But before he took himself from me he looked up at me and kissed my cheek tenderly. Bitter tears drifted down my face as if it was raining inside me.
Eric uncuffed me and carried me into the bathroom. He looked satisfied as he started the water for my bath. He settled me into the tub and sat staring at me while I scrubbed my body and when I felt his eyes I glanced up.
“Alcide is in love with me,” I whispered.
He looked so shocked that I cringed back at his expression.
Mis thank you so much for your wonderful review, I love when I can get people thinking that deeply about something that I write. Special thanks to Linda who is one of my most devoted readers. And thanks go to all the readers and reviewers of this story.
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