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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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The pain was unbearable. I screamed until I heard him chuckle. His hand slammed down over my mouth as he took the cooling rod from my anus. He rammed into me after lubing my entrance. His hand folded around my neck, choking me as while the other hand muffled my screams.
I saw stars for a minute and lost consciousness. When I awoke he was still at it. He moaned softly while he took his pleasure and gave pain. He was huge and I was small. Oddly “Mad World” began to play in my head.
And I knew why. That one line about being happiest when I had dreams of dying kept playing over and over. There was no escape. My ass wasn’t bleeding because the heat of the rod had cauterized my opening. I felt his newest thrust, this time with his cock that felt like ice compared to the burning metal. I could feel his disgusting lube forcing my asshole to get wet too.
The pain was ungodly and the more I thrashed and fought him the bigger and harder he got. He pushed his hand down hard into the small of my back and forced me to remain still as he took his pleasure. He increased his rhythm for a minute before grasping my hips and pulling against his tight stomach, slamming us together. Our breathing became labored, mine from pain and his from exertion or lust or both. “You have a perfect ass,” he said nibbling my ear and licking my neck.
“I want you to scream for me,” he pulled out and I heard the blow torch come to life.
I turned my head unable to stop staring at the blue flame. “God please don’t, I’ll scream all you want, I’ll scream anything,” desperately I scrambled up the bed so far that my face smashed against the headboard, tucking my vulnerable opening under me.
Alcide ticked his head to the side and turned up the flame. “Will you scream my name? Will you beg for me to rape you till you bleed?”
I was trembling so hard I couldn’t speak as I watched the rod being heated red hot again. “Yes,” I bowed my head unable to see the triumph on his face.
“Alcide rape until I bleed,” I whispered.
“Louder,” the rod came closer carried by the sadist.
I repeated it and screamed when he lunged up the bed and unkinked my body and forced the blazing metal deep inside me. I screamed bloody murder and removed it and replaced it with himself. He was deep inside me “Say my name in that husky school girl voice of yours,” he ordered.
“Alcide,” I said my voice raspy with pain.
“Tell me you want this,” he paused and gave a particularly forceful movement inside me. I shuddered with revulsion.
“No!” I desperately tried to get away and this only increased the eroticism for him, I could tell by how his cock hardened.
“Yes or I will burn you in your cunt too,” his southern voice was so at odds with the horrible things he was saying. Where I grew up Sothern men were supposed to be gentlemen, they were supposed to protect you, change your tire when you got a flat, open doors for you, this was a different breed, he was an animal.
The thought of him burning my pussy too was enough to make me sob even harder. “I. want.this. “ I gritted out.
How long he raped me is hard to say. It felt like hours, it probably was. I watched moonlight come into the room through the wooden blinds. It bathed my nakedness, my humiliation. How could something so beautiful being filling the world at a time like this?
A beeping started after he shot his seed into me in waves. Blood and semen leaked from me as he collapsed onto my back. “God I haven’t cum like that in years,” he whispered against my neck.
He unhooked me and brought me to the bathroom. He grabbed by the ankles and pressed them together with one massive hand and wiped my crack clean. “It’s time for something special,” he crowed pulling me after him back to his bedroom.
I felt the chill night air cover me as he pushed onto the bed. “How did Cullen die?”
Alcide went very still, so still he seemed a statue. “Don’t ever ask that again,” he raised his hand to strike me and I lifted my hands to cover my face. He lowered his fist. He sat down next to me and sighed heavily.
A melancholy expression was in his face and we just sat there for a long time. “Why did you do that to me?”
He turned his head with a bored look. “I wanted you to hurt,” his hands went to his hair and tufted it, making it even more tousled. A shadow of pain, some horrible memory was in his eyes.
“But why?” I scooted back from him anticipating his blow.
“Shut your face, I’m warning you,” his voice was calm but his eyes were crazy.
The door opened and Eric came in and loosened his tie and hung up his suit jacket on the door knob. He raised an eyebrow. “Oooh, I smell cum…” he fondled his dick through his pants and eyed me lavasiously.
He wandered over and picked up the blow torch. His head started to shake and his full lips pursed in irritation. “You know I wanted to be there for the first go round with this,” he set the blow torch down hard on the little table and moved towards me.
“Tell me everything Sookie,” he sat next to me and wrenched my head back with my long dark hair.
Alcide looked ashamed of himself and I couldn’t have found that more ludicrous considering he hadn’t felt any about what he’d inflicted on me. “Sorry,” he mumbled as Eric stared me down.
When I said nothing he frowned for a second. “In ten minutes the meteor shower is starting,” it was so off topic and normal for him to say that my mouth fell open.
Alcide looked slightly excited by the announcement. Eric spent the ten minutes kissing and groping his boyfriend.
“Come on or we will miss it,” he took my hand and pulled me down the stairs with Alcide behind me.
Outside the world was dark. The front porch was illuminated with an amber bulb the kind that don’t attract bugs. We went out into the yard where there were already three chairs sitting in the front yard. It was eerily quiet, not a single car or airplane noise. Eric had his head tilted up to gaze and I absently followed suit.
It was something that I should have been doing with my family, not two rapists. Slowly the first meteor fell and then they came faster and faster. Eric reached into a Coleman cooler and brought out three expensive beers and passed them around. The spectacle was breathtaking, or it would have been if I’d been anywhere else.
I tried to imagine that I was dating one of them for a second and pretend that this was a date. It was revolting and heaved up the sip of beer that I’d just ingested. Eric leaned over and gently patted my head, like I was a dog. “After this is over, we’ll give you a nice hot bath, how does that sound?”
I said nothing at his pathetic attempt to soothe me. “Or I can fuck you right in your sore ass,” this time he sounded annoyed.
“Bath or ass?” he prodded.
“Bath,” I finally said.
“Alone?”
He smiled coldly and reached for my small breasts and began to bring my nipples to attention. I hated his and Alcide’s beauty, it made my skin crawl. They looked like angels, like gods, at worse like supermodels. Eric stared at me. “What would you be willing to do in order to be alone?”
My jaws tightened painfully as anger overcame my good sense. “I’d be willing to murder both of you, you disgust me,” my lips curled down in a snarl as tears filled my eyes.
Eric captured my head in his two big hands in a vice like grip. “Willing but unable, or haven’t you noticed that we outweigh you and we’re infinitely stronger than you and you have no weapons?”
I felt so pissed off at his words that I punched him right in his Brad Pitt mouth. He looked stunned and his hand went to his face with a touch of wonder. Then his eyes darkened in the shadows and I knew that I had gone too far.
He was home. This was his turf, I was in so deep I knew I would drown. His fist connected with my mouth so hard that I fell out of my chair. Next he started kicking me in my broken ribs. I curled my arms around my side to block him but was forced to lift them as he aimed his foot at my head. He was going to beat me to death.
The last thing I saw were his loafers coming for me. Then merciful unconsciousness took me.
When next I opened my eyes I thought he’d blinded me with his beating but it was just that wherever I was, was pitch black. I moved my arms and found them tied up and when I tried to scream I couldn’t hear it. I was bound and gagged.
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