Blank Disc

Chapter 2: The Clutches of Criminals

Shana tried her best to keep her breathing under control. That was her first ever orgasm, and she had this brute--this unholy bastard!--who held her captive to thank for it. She would've cried, but her tears had already been spent in the past god-knows-how-many days. She grit her teeth in anger and shame. She knew full well what they were doing--that they were recording every moment of her defilement. The monster before her kept it no secret that he was doing this for revenge against Edward.

"What did we ever do to you?" she asked defiantly. The man slapped her in answer.

"Shana, Shana. Still so innocent. It never ceases to amaze me how Eddie kept it all secret from you."

"My brother is an honorable man," Shana insisted. "Perhaps he had done wrong in the past, but he is not the person you think he is."

"Oh, he is honorable, alright," he retorted, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "You know nothing, girl."

"Uhm, should I remember you?" Shana asked innocently. He slapped her again, hard enough to leave a large, angry welt on the side of her face.

"You bitch. Your brother betrayed me, he betrayed all of us. That he decided to go straight was the very reason I lost everything." What she heard in the man's voice made her cringe involuntarily. She yelped as the blindfold was roughly pulled off her face. "See this?" The man raised his left hand to reveal two missing fingers. But it wasn't his deformation that had Shana transfixed, rather the pure, intense hatred emanating from his icy-blue eyes.

He smiled suddenly, menacingly. "So you're afraid of me, eh? I like that." He knelt down and started rubbing her inner thighs again. "Did you enjoy our little tryst earlier? There's much more where it came from." He licked his lips as he gazed down to the spot between her legs. "I can see why Edward kept you spirited away from all of us. I used to wonder if he had a thing for you himself... but... nah, he wouldn't have kept that incompetent redhead hanging around you if he did."

At the mention of her brother's friend, Shana started. "What did you do to Lance?!"

The man chuckled softly. "You truly are a relic, aren't you? I suggest you worry about yourself first before worrying about other people." He grabbed her arms, abruptly forcing her to her feet. He signaled to one of his subordinates who promptly took the stool away. The second man then positioned himself behind the girl, and Shana could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.

She couldn't see the man behind her clearly, but she studied the one who stood in front of her. Shoulder-length, strawberry-blond hair tied back in a ponytail. A squarish jaw, European nose, pale thin lips. Almond-shaped ice-blue eyes with dark, heavy lashes. She remembered hearing one of his men call him "Jason", but she couldn't be sure.

He seemed to be studying her as well, but after a moment, he moved again. Shana found her hands bound tightly over her head with rope, and the men pulled it taut so that her toes could barely touch the ground. Jason proceeded to rip off what was left of her clothes, until she was hanging completely naked.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Beautiful," he mouthed. "Hard to believe Eddie literally just picked your crying ass out of a garbage dump. Talk about diamond in the rough." He turned to his companions, of which Shana counted six others in the room. "I want every fucking detail of her deflowering caught on video. Edward is going to have a field day."



"One of my men still has a loaded gun pointed at your head," Jason reminded her. "Knowing 'honorable lady'-types like you, I don't want to hear how you'd rather die than submit to me, so I'd like to remind you that your precious boyfriend is sleeping in the other room with a gun pointed at his head as well."

"He's not my boyfriend," Shana said sharply, but it was only out of reflex. "I'll do what you want, but please don't hurt my friends."

Jason waved his hand vaguely. "We set the others free days ago. They don't concern me. All I want is you and your brother, so you can rest easy. Lance, well... I don't really have a grudge against him, so let's just chalk him up to crossfire." There was no humor in his smile. "First off, I don't want any punching, slapping, or biting. Second, don't talk unless you're asked a question. You can scream as loud as you want; no one will hear you out here." He waited for Shana to nod her understanding, which she did.

He stepped forward and kissed her roughly. Shana tried to contain her repulsion as his tongue invaded her mouth. She grit her teeth, trying to prevent his entrance, but only for a moment as she remembered his threats. She closed her eyes tightly as she let him have his way.

Suddenly she realized that she could feel more than one pair of hands on her body. Jason was groping her breasts, and the man behind her was kissing her neck and caressing her stomach. His callused hands were surprisingly gentle, and slowly moving downward to the triangular patch of hair between her legs. They were trying to arouse her, the bastards! The hands reached their target, and he slid two fingers over her nether region's lips. Shana inhaled sharply at the touch. Tears began to form at the edge of her eyes as she realized that her body was starting to respond against her will. "Wet," the man behind her whispered.

Jason broke the kiss, and pulled out two small plastic capsules from his pocket. "I wonder if you know what a vibrator is, little miss innocent," he smirked. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and he put the two capsules into her mouth. After ensuring that the capsules were thoroughly coated with her saliva, he pulled them out and started sliding them over her breasts. Shana pressed her lips together, determined not to make a sound. The men now have her caught between two agonizing sensations, as the hands on her pussy thoroughly massaged her slit. When Jason pressed the vibrators onto her hardened nipples, Shana couldn't keep it in anymore, and she moaned.

Jason laughed. The man behind her hooked one of his arms under her left leg and lifted, exposing her dripping wet pussy. Jason gazed at her secret place, entranced. "Damn, she's already so wet she's leaked all the way to the floor," he observed, and Shana hung her head in shame. "Virgin slut," he remarked. "Well, later you'll just be a slut." He fastened the vibrators onto her nipples with some gauze tape. "We have more toys for you later, but I want you to enjoy your first time. I want you begging for me to fuck you."

He set the vibrators to high, and Shana moaned again. Something was rubbing against her pussy, and she realized that it wasn't fingers anymore, but much larger. The man behind her had taken out his cock and was rubbing it on her pussy juices. After using her own fluids as lubrication, he placed the tip of his cock on her anus, and slowly started to push it in. Shana's eyes widened in shock, and she almost screamed. "Oh god, no, not there! Please!"

Jason slapped her mouth. "Didn't I tell you not to speak?" Her tears fell freely now as the man slowly, agonizingly, forced himself into her asshole. He paused when he was halfway in, letting her get used to his girth, and then sharply pushed himself all the way. Shana groaned in pain. "Relax," Jason told her. "The more you resist, the more painful it'll be." Shana hung her head, forcing her body to relax. The man started a slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing his entire length in. Shana whimpered as her body slowly adjusted to the intrusion.

"My turn," Jason told her. He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. "Sweet, sweet Shana, let me tell you that I've wanted to do this for the longest time." He hooked his left arm under her right leg and lifted, so that both of Shana's legs were now in the air. With his free hand, Jason unzipped his pants and brought out his throbbing member. He forced her to look as he brought his penis onto her entrance. "I'm not hearing you beg yet," he said as he rubbed the tip of his penis over her swollen clit.

She could barely gather enough wits to speak. In between gasps, she said, "Please... don't..."

"Wrong answer," Jason replied. He kissed her deeply, and then pushed his penis inside her up to the hilt. Shana screamed. Her entire body buckled, arching involuntarily.

The two men waited for her to relax before they started moving in a steady rhythm. Shana closed her eyes. Her mind was blank now, lost to the pain her body was feeling. Except the pain was slowly but surely giving way to pleasure. In time with his thrusts, Jason's free hand massaged her clit thoroughly. His thrusts were slow at first, steadily gaining pace. Shana's breathing was becoming uneven. Against her will, she found her hips moving with the rhythm set by the two men. She arched her back and let out a long moan. Jason's penis kept hitting something inside her that sent unwanted waves of pleasure through her brain. The man behind her whispered breathlessly, "She must be getting close. She's gripping me tighter with each thrust."

"Hold it in," Jason ordered him. "I want her to orgasm first." Shana didn't think they could thrust any harder into her, but they managed somehow, moving faster and deeper until she was certain she would go insane. The spot inside her was starting to feel bruised, but this combination of pain and pleasure was oddly bringing her closer to her breaking point. As if it was the last push she needed, Jason vigorously rubbed his thumb over her clitoris, and she screamed again as her orgasm washed over her. Her muscles spasmed involuntarily, clenching and unclenching, and the two men ejaculated simultaneously inside her holes.

After a while, the two men pulled out, some of their white come flowing out of her filled crevices. The come that flowed out of her vagina had the red tint of blood. They cut her bonds, and she fell ingloriously onto the hard stone floor.

"Get her washed, food if she wants it, then lock her up in her room. Make sure she doesn't escape," Jason told them.


Edward stepped out of the bathroom with an unsteady gait, one hand over his mouth. He was sickened and disgusted, both at the video and at himself. He couldn't help but watch, transfixed, at the entire hour of Shana's ordeal. He gagged, remembering. She was his sister, damnit, but the tightness between his legs told him he was getting another hard on.

I just finished jacking off, for fuck's sake... he gripped his member, only to discover it was still twitching. He cursed. He never realized his sister was so fucking sexy. He knew she was beautiful, he knew men wanted her, but he didn't know he'd lust after her that much himself upon seeing her naked.

He punched the wall, hard. The pain in his knuckles brought him a little back towards reality, and he let the gravity of the situation sink in. It didn't dissipate the tightness in his groin, but he'd deal with that later. First things first.

He went to his desk, groped for an old cell phone in the bottom drawer, and called a number he never thought he'd be using again. "Hey, hey, yeah, long time, I know. Let's cut it with the niceties. Shana's been kidnapped, and I can only think of one person who'd both hate me this much and have the resources to pull it off. Get me all the info you've got on the Icicle, and quickly...."