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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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I awoke to moans. Eric was fucking Alcide now and he was brutal. Each plunge brought a groan from Eric. His fingers were clutching the black haired ones hips so hard that I could see nail marks when he adjusted his grip. They had apparently decided that they wanted me awake for this torture or they’d already had their way with me. I wanted to disappear, so I stayed quiet trying not to watch. It was a train wreck, it wouldn’t loosen its hold on me. It was about as erotic as watching two lions mate on the History Channel. But fascinating on some level. Two men, together in the most intimate way.
His blue eyes nailed me in place as he focused his intense attention on me. “Wanna join in?” it was a rhetorical question. I shook my head and he sighed like I’d disappointed him.
I noticed Alcide’s hands were tied together up above his head, fisted together on the bedding. I turned my head away, feeling repulsed. The sound of flesh smacking flesh was all I could hear over Alcide and Eric’s grunting and moaning. Eric pulled out before coming after his lover screamed in ecstasy. He untied him and looked at me, really looked.
“She needs a break,” he said quietly.
“She just had one for two days, remember?” Alcide countered.
“True,” Eric replied coming ever closer. My stomach did somersaults as he reached for me.
He spread my legs and dipped his head to my dry vagina. His tongue flicked out and I winced. I hurt. Everywhere.
Slowly he probed one finger deep inside me. I screamed and concern flashed across his face. “Dammit, you went too far with her,” he muttered.
“Do you want water?” I nodded and he left the room with a still stiff erection. He came back with water and a sheaf of cardboard colors cut into squares. He didn’t uncuff me, he dribbled it into my mouth drop by drop.
“These are paint swatches for your room,” he undid me and gestured for me to look at them. They were all the color of death to me. Though there were bright colors amidst the muted ones.
“I don’t want to forget him,” I whispered.
A strained silence followed. “But you never knew him,” Eric said and I could tell he was fighting back some emotion.
“Didn’t I? Don’t I lead the same life he did?”
The two exchanged eye contact. “Pick a color Sookie, I’m warning you,” Eric held up a finger and wagged it in front of my eyes.
I pushed the swatches away with a sound of disgust. “I’m supposed to decorate my prison?”
They both nodded with impenetrable expressions. I pointed at one randomly. I knew at this point that resisting them would only cause one thing, pain. Alcide picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. He started a bath and when he turned to me I was shaking so hard that I hit my knees as I fell to the floor.
“Please let me go,” I whimpered. It was such an idiotic thing to say that I started laughing like a loon. They were never going to let me go. I would die here with these two beautiful hideous monsters.
Eric clamped a hand hard over my mouth. “Shut up and get in,” he pushed me towards the tub. The thought of hot water touching my burned ass, made me want to scream.
I shook my head. “No it will hurt.”
He stared down at me with no inflection to his face. “Only for a moment, then it will feel better,” he lifted me abruptly and dropped me into the hot water.
I shuddered as it entered my burned area. Eric turned to his boyfriend. “We will have to wait a while before taking her again,” I didn’t hear his reply, maybe he didn’t have one.
They washed me as if it was a baptism. As if I were baby Jesus, it was that platonic. After the bath Eric gave me an enema to soothe the pain. They led me into the charcoal gray bedroom and he handed me two pills. They were large and white and I took them numbly, washing them down with the proffered water. I awoke pressed against an erection.
I was alone. With one of them, which I didn’t know. He knew the instant I awoke though I tried to hide it. “Ready for more princess?”
My body started to shake violently and he made soothing sounds. “Just checking,” he said into my ear, nipping it gently.
The enema had helped along with the pain pills, my pain was now bearable, a mere six on a scale of ten, where before it had been a ten. I was in his room, Eric’s and the only comforting thought was that he had to work soon. But this only comforted me for a second at the thought of being alone with the other one.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he voice held a teasing note as if we we’re dating and he was flirting, my stomach lurched at the thought.
“I’m taking the day off to keep Alcide on his best behavior,” he drew in a deep breath and his arms tightened around me.
“He has a tendency to inflict pain, but then so do I,” he added against the nape of my neck.
I shivered with repulsion. “I don’t want this,” I said trying to move away from him.
“What you want is irrelevant and if you did want it, we wouldn’t have fun,” I hated his voice, his touch and the dream I’d had of making love to him and cumming came back to me and made vomit well into my throat.
“And don’t even think of pretending you do, we will see right through that,” he purred.
“Turn around and kiss me slave,” he commanded.
I struggled in his iron grip to no avail.
He forced me to face me and lowered his mouth to mine. His tongue tasted of liqueur and musk and I gagged as it explored my mouth. But he was insistent that I respond and to keep from throwing up I responded. He shivered as my tongue met his.
“That’s right,” he breathed pulling back from me.
Then he dipped his head to me again, this time going for the tender spot right below my ear. I wanted to claw out his eyes because that is where Brandon always kissed me, back when I was a virgin, back when I was with someone who didn’t make me want to die, didn’t make me want to disappear.
His touch wandered down to my breasts and he pulled open the shirt they’d dressed me in. “I can make you hot for me,” he whispered against me.
His fingers were gentle on me, they trailed down my body and he slipped one finger into my dry center. I could only be grateful that he wasn’t touching my sore ass. “Please,” I pleaded.
The thought of being aroused against my will was sickening.
“Yes beg me,” he was sounding increasingly aroused. His cock was getting harder and harder against my backside.
He slid down my body like a serpent and started licking my legs after prying them open. I kicked him and he stopped for a second. He got off the bed and came back with restraints and even though I fought him, it was easy for him to tie my ankles to the narrow frame. Then he resumed his work, making me wet with each new thrust of his tongue.
“Don’t, please God, don’t,” my arms were still free and I used them to push at his head.
“Don’t bring God into this,” he said softly, sliding his tongue up and down my slick slit.
He was relentless and my body was betraying me. I was growing so wet, it was beyond humiliating.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he ordered as he plunged two fingers into my pussy.
“No, I hate you,” I valiantly tried to pry his head away and he gripped my hips hard to keep me still.
“But you like the way I look,” he paused and smiled up at me with his face so like the guy in Cruel Intentions. “I know you do, and you know what? You like this too,” he slid his mouth over my wet dripping center and against my will I moaned.
Distantly I remembered thinking the guy in that movie was so beautiful. And now I was being forced to be his lover. Lover, what a horrible word, never had it made me so ill. Because I wasn’t his lover, lover implied consent and I hated this.
Still he kept on. Never had I been brought to the edge of desire and loathing so keenly. I thrashed beneath his mouth, trying desperately to fight him and what he was doing.
Then the room exploded with me as my body racked with my unwanted orgasm.
He shoved into me violently just as I was riding the wave. I wondered if I would ever be myself again, if I could ever look in a mirror without wanting to break it. I was beautiful and it was my fault that they’d chosen me. As if he’d heard my thoughts he spoke. “You’re so gorgeous,” he said looking deep into my face.
“We don’t pick girls usually, but I saw your eyes and I knew you were the one,” my eyes with their light gray color, I’d always loved my eyes, how they stood out against my dark hair but now it made me want to claw them out.
I turned my face away from his animalistic beauty. He forced me to look at him with a hard grip on my jaw. “Do you know how many girls would kill for this?” he asked with a deep thrust of himself inside me.
“Kill to be raped by a sadistic monster?” my lip curled up in a snarl and I tried to buck him off.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “Lots of girls have rape fantasies,” his words were loathsome.
“Get off me!” but I couldn’t get away, I desperately battered his chest until he was forced to cuff my wrists to the bed.
“I’m going to make you cum on me,” he moaned pressing a hand into the center of my chest.
His girth was my entire world. He filled me completely, like a disease and there was no cure.
“Someday you will beg for this,” he looked strangely sad when he said this and I felt a chill run over my flesh.
I now knew why Cullen had died.
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