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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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The hands were insistent, they moved like a fierce wind over my borrowed clothing. I felt my arms lifted out of the sleeves. “Please let me sleep,” I whined.
I felt a mouth seize my nipple, hard. My body shuddered under the assault. “I’m hurting,” I said pushing at the head. It was true. My whole length hurt, every inch of me burned from blows and unwanted entry. From down the hall I heard an alarm go off. Someone swore. It sounded like Eric.
“I forgot I have that meeting this morning with the new client,” he sounded annoyed and I felt his weight leave the bed. In the nightlight illuminated darkness I saw him lean down to kiss Alcide. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” and with those words I knew I was lost.
Dawn was creeping through the curtains of my prison. Alcide kissed him back. “Do you want some breakfast before you go?” it was the sort of question one asks while in a relationship and it hit home that they were truly together.
“No it’s fine, just have fun, I’ll grab something at the office,” he murmured back. I could see his immense chest for a second before he tossed a t-shirt over it. I had been spared. At least from having both of them at the same time.
Alcide mumbled a goodbye and settled next to me. I could see him put his arms behind his head. His ardor had cooled. For the moment. “Where does Eric work?” I whispered.
He turned to me and the faint light from the corner showed he looked irritated with me. “Don’t concern yourself with that, all you need to do is be a good slave,” his hand trailed down the column of my neck.
I slapped his hand away from reflex and didn’t even see the blow coming. He struck me hard in the leg. He rarely hit me in the face, it was always body shots. I groaned and shrank back from him as his face neared mine. “Sookie Stackhouse, I thought you were an honor roll student, and yet here you are acting like a fucking idiot.”
“Go away,” I said turning from him.
To my surprise I heard him sigh and then the door clicking shut and the lock turning. I awoke around noon judging from the length of the shadows on the bedroom floor. I heard vacuuming from below. As if keeping the house spotless would wash away the filth of their actions.
When the noise stopped ages later, I pounded on the door. Eventually the sound of footsteps came. The lock turned and the door opened. I thought crazy thoughts as I heard that noise. Thoughts of tackling him, ducking around him occurred to me but I knew for now it was hopeless.
“What?” he was holding a dusting cloth and looked tired. He was wearing a black wife beater and low slung baggy jeans.
“I need to pee,” I said peering up at him.
He turned without comment and led me to the bathroom from the other day. There was no window in there so I guess that’s why he allowed me to close the door.
I peed and washed my hands and face. The towel I dried my face with was ultra soft, expensive. Lowering my head into my hands I thought things over. The house was sort of dumpy but in a shabby chic way. It was obvious that they had money. Everything from the antiques, to the bedding, to the towels.
Alcide knocked breaking my reverie. “Get out here, I’m busy,” he said wrenching the door open.
He stared at me for a long minute and then motioned for me to step back and it confused me. “You need a shower, Eric wants you bare,” I didn’t understand for a second until it hit me. They wanted to shave me down there.
I shook my head. “No,” I stumbled back from him and hit the tub with a thud and tumbled into it.
Alcide smirked down at me. “Yes, we did it to Cullen too,” and then without another word he turned the water on, spraying me with cold water.
He carefully unbuttoned my shirt and tossed the wet thing aside. He took off his clothes and climbed in after grabbing a new razor from a locked cabinet in the corner. The water was now nearly scalding.
“Spread your legs,” his voice was soft but firm. And when I didn’t immediately comply he glared up at me.
The message was received. I spread them. I felt the scrape the razor and felt sick. “Why are you doing this?” I stared down at his concentrating expression.
“So we can see what we’re fucking, of course,” he said as more and more of me was exposed to his eyes.
To take my mind off what he was doing I washed my hair. Finally I was bare down there. I had never considered shaving that part of my body and I felt humiliated. Alcide looked satisfied with his work and washed his own hair and body. He tossed me the razor. “Now your legs,” he commanded.
Mutely I obeyed. When I was finished he handed me a towel and proceeded to clean up the mess. I felt like a new born child as I left, every inch of me exposed to the air.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I said turning to him.
Alcide tossed me the wife beater he’d been wearing. I pulled it over my head and just wanted to go back to sleep.
He stepped towards me as I entered the bedroom. Before I could jump back he grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted it. “Now that’s a sweet pussy,” he breathed.
I snatched the shirt and pulled it over me. He slapped my hands away and picked me up. He threw me to the bed. “Ever sixty nine with that fag you were dating?”
Blushing I said nothing. A low laugh emerged from him. “I didn’t think so,” he lifted the shirt from me and tossed it.
“Open your mouth,” he said positioning himself over me. I felt his balls hit my nose and gagged.
“Get off me pig,” I said pushing at him.
“Get me off, did you say?” he laughed again.
“If you don’t open your fucking mouth right this second I will rape your tight ass instead,” he warned.
He turned his body when I didn’t do what he wanted. “You want that?” he looked angry and aroused.
I shook my head as he pried my lips open. He stuffed his huge cock inside my mouth and I whimpered as it hit my tonsils. His fingers coasted across my bare pussy and I wanted to die when they entered me.
How long he thrusted into my face I don’t know. “I’m going to turn and eat you out, you just keep sucking,” I felt him turn and then his mouth greedily sucking me.
I wanted to bite off his dick. But I knew that he would kill me if I did. I scissored my legs closed and he wrenched them open.
I was growing wet. I’ve gotten myself off before so I knew what was coming. He was choking me as he increased the strength of his tongue licking me. He stuck two thick fingers into my wetness. My arousal was disgusting and I fought it with everything I had.
“Don’t do this,” I whimpered pulling my head back from him, dislodging him.
“Shut up and cum, little slave,” he moaned against my naked flesh.
He was merciless, his big tongue lapping my clit over and over. I tried bucking him off me but it was pointless and he easily held me down by my ankles which he kept spread.
Just as I was about to explode he changed his mind and released me. I sagged from relief and some vague sense of bodily disappointment. It didn’t last more than a second before he got off the bed and left the room.
I didn’t think. I acted because some sense was telling what was coming next. I dashed for the door that he’d forgotten to lock. I stumbled down the stairs, moving faster than I’d ever had. The door was bolted with so many locks that when I felt his arms lock around me, it was no surprise. There simply had been no time.
I bowed my head as he beat me. I fell to my knees as my ribs exploded in pain from his blows. I felt one crack under his fists as he hauled me up by my hair. “From now on you’ll be in chains,” he paused and his breathing was heavy with rage.
“Always,” he added dragging me by my hair up the stairs and back into my room.
He shook his head once we got there and took me forcibly to his room instead. He chained me on my stomach and I knew what was coming and it was horrifying. I heard the click of a lighter and when I turned my head I saw him heating up what looked like a metal rod. he turned the blow torch around and around in his palms seemingly hypnotized by the flame.
“This will hurt,” he said softly watching with me as the rod turned crimson with heat, while he greased himself for my rape. Outside it was getting to be dusk and the birds were falling silent one by one. I pictured the darkness closing over their throats, choking their joy, silencing their music.
It was going to happen and there was nothing I could do. The rod entered my rectum and I screamed louder than the day I’d been born. This was a new birth, the birth of despair, the death of hope. The end of me.
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