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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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Miguel tore me up from the floor and threw me to the bed and when his men went to depart he barked something at them in Spanish and they all stayed. He chained me on my stomach and I heard the sound of him lubing himself up. Thank God for that much at least. There was no music this time; no soundtrack other than flesh entering flesh. I screamed and he moaned in pleasure. If I had thought Eric was huge, he was bigger.
Each plunge caused me to tremble and shudder and thrash beneath him. It hurt so much. “Fight me harder,” he whispered.
I started struggling as hard as I could though it made me feel as if I was being raped by a horse. His hand wrapped around my neck and he started choking me. I felt myself blacking out and welcomed it. At the last second he released me and I gasped for air as he plunged into me deeper. I was bleeding from my beer bottle wounds opening up. He pulled out and wiped some of it off his cock onto my mouth, I tasted my life on my lips as he reentered me. He coiled his fist in my curls and wrenched my hair back. His men were all around us and I saw from the corner of my eyes that they were stroking off to this, my rape.
One man was just standing there and he looked horrified, I screamed to him: “Please stop this!” He made no move to help and backed up till his back was to the far wall.
Miguel bit my shoulder till I bled. He sucked on the blood till the wound started clotting. Still he fucked me. I struggled knowing it was useless. He started beating me when my struggles were dying down. He started with my kidneys and worked his way down. I screamed over and over and when there was no response to my pleas I knew that Eric was right; God was a psychotic asshole. He was up there watching me get raped and doing nothing to stop it. You’re the master of the universe and you can’t kill a sick fuck when you’re being begged to?
I fell silent until he beat me until I screamed once more. His punches were calculated to inflict the most pain. He didn’t hit my face and I recalled the promise he’d made his nephew not to hit me there. My shoulders were aching from my arms being chained above me. But it was nothing to my ass, it was burning, screaming in a silent way, begging my mouth to ask for its release. I bucked my body violently to get him off me, it only excited him. I was too tiny and he was too huge to stop. How long it went on I don’t know, I heard the sounds of his men moaning in the background. Miguel said something to them and their pace picked up. They gathered around the bed and after Miguel shot his load into my ass they all came on me. I felt them coating me with their spunk and felt dead inside.
Miguel wiped me off with one of his expensive towels and carried me to the washtub. He started washing me gently, his face was unreadable above mine. “That was fun,” he murmured.
“Are you going to like when they all have their way with you?” his eyes danced with amusement when I opened them.
“Eric and Alcide won’t agree to that,” I said through gritted teeth as he washed me clean.
He lifted my now clean body out of the water and toweled me off. “Won’t agree to it? Listen to me very carefully, I love Alcide but he’s my underling and Eric is just his fuck buddy, they don’t have to agree to anything, nod your head if you understand.”
Slowly I nodded and felt the blood drain from my limbs. “Please don’t let them fuck me,” I whimpered.
Miguel smirked down at me as he led me from the room back to the bed. The sheets were soaked with my blood and he found his pants lying over a chair and called someone. He said something in Spanish and hung up. I lay like a corpse for a while until a woman entered. Her face was swarthy and weather beaten and she kissed Miguel on his cheek before motioning me to move off the bed. She stripped it and removed fresh sheets from a basket she’d carried into the room. She made the bed and sang a happy Latino song while she did it, she saw nothing amiss with the situation.
Miguel murmured something to her and she hurried up and left with the bloodied sheets bundled in her arms. He opened my suitcase and chose a black teddy and tossed it to me. I dressed and wanted to disappear but there was nowhere to go. Outside the jungle growled in the air with its many primal beasts, and yet none of them were as animalistic as this beast standing before me. He dressed and hummed a little tune under his breath. He wiped his cock clean before donning some pants. “I wonder what Stellen is doing?” he muttered taking my hand and leading me from the room.
We went down the long staircase until we came to the big white room. He settled me onto the couch and proceeded to lay out some ivory lines onto the coffee table that had a world map engraved onto it. It was the sort the sort of thing you see in a Pottery Barn catalog. He laid them out over the South American region mostly and I found myself smirking at the irony. He bent his curly haired head to them and did a few lines. “Want some?” it wasn’t a real question and I knew that refusal wasn’t an option so I sat next to him and did one.
The drain burned through my face and I sighed. His hand drifted over to my leg and his fingertips trailed my thigh. “You’re very lovely,” he said softly tracing my jaw.
I flinched back from him and he smiled darkly. He got up and pushed play on an IPOD. A strange song came on and the man was singing in Arabic. “Do you know what he is singing of?” he asked when he reclaimed his seat.
I shook my head. “He is talking about hell and how it’s really heaven, how the rivers of blood that flow there taste of milk and honey,” it chilled me to my marrow to hear the meaning.
“So you know Arabic?”
Miguel lit a cigarette and watched me through the new born smoke. “Yes, I know over ten languages.”
The song seemed to go forever. “What’s he singing about now?” I wondered at my question, if it was a way to distance myself.
“He’s talking about how God and the Devil are the same being, how they are both evil and good all at once.”
I had no reply and when he pressed the metal snorting apparatus into my hand I bent my head after tucking my hair behind my ears and snorted it. “Miguel please don’t have your men rape me,” I pleaded.
He smiled over at me. “Afraid you’ll like it?”
I put my legs up to my face and hid it. “No, I’m afraid that I will never like living again after that,” I said softly.
He was quiet while he lit another cigarette. “What was your childhood like?” I asked.
When I glanced up he was smiling in memory. “It was wonderful, my mother doted on me and my father taught me to kill.”
The music changed to a French song. He took my hand and we danced in the big white room that looked like a waiting room in heaven. Outside animals screeched. “You know I was being gentle with you before,” he said peering into my eyes.
“I know that,” I said truthfully. I said that because I knew that he could have been much more brutal.
The song ended and we sat back down. “I’m going to help you get some distance,” he said quietly opening the coffee table that turned out to be a trunk. He pulled out a silk bag and from it came a silver spoon and some white powder. He dumped some in and cooked it with his chrome lighter. Then he drew it into a syringe. “Hold out your arm,” he commanded me.
I did and he tied it off with a length of rubber. He found my vein and injected me. I felt the world become small and safe. He leaned over and nuzzled my neck. “No wonder they are all in love with you,” he said into my ear as I nodded off into a place so far removed from the present that a smile came to my lips.
Special thanks go to Linksprincess and Sophi and Marebare and Linda. I love hearing from you all, and just know even though I don't and can't reply on this site to them that each one means the world to me. I realize that this chapter is far shorter than my usual ones but I'm anxious to get drunk and get some sleep. Thanks again.
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