Forever Mine
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,348
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Remembering
Haha, there really isn’t a need for one. Read and you’ll understand.
Continuing On
Ever that feeling of worthlessness? Or so dirty that you just wanted to scratch your skin off to escape the filth?
That’s exactly how Alek felt as she lay in that strange bed she’d woken up just fifteen minutes prior in. She wanted to bathe in acid, as her skin was crawling and she felt torn and broken from the… experience she’d just had.
Rape wouldn’t be suiting for what it was, for as much as she hated to admit it, she enjoyed it thoroughly. She remembered right before passing out from sheer exhaustion from his relentless onslaught that she was sure didn’t stop even after she was lost to the conscious world, that her moans could be heard all over the house.
And now, looking back upon the experience, tears sprung up in her eyes, and she felt used. She felt like a whore.
He frowned, digging sharp nails into her side. “I said moan again.” He growled, glaring at her dangerously. “I want to hear it again, and you won’t deny me.”
A moan of pain passed her lips this time, and he grinned. That sharp grip let up, his hand kneading into the abused flesh in a massage. She groaned, squirming beneath the touch that was slowly, but surely, getting her body hot.
Alek wanted to escape that touch that set her body on fire, leaving her yearning for so much more. Tears pricked at her eyes, and she tried her best to blink them away. It was no use, a tear trickling out from each eye.
However, they didn’t make it very far down her face before Alek felt a rough, almost feline-like tongue drag over the side of her face, lapping up each tear with the utmost care.
It was almost as if he cared.
She suddenly felt her body jerk up, and the sound of shredding material met her ears. Her upper body felt cold, her nipples hardening instantly. He groaned at the sight, leaning down and latching his lips around one of the erected buds.
She moaned out, her body betraying her mental demands and arching up, pushing into him almost pleadingly. She wanted more, and she wanted more now.
A sharp nip, one that she knew drew blood, sent her body rigid. A quick dash of pain caused her to yelp, and she flinched away from those hard yellow-golden eyes. “Don’t. Move. Bitch. I say what you get and when you get it.” He moved so that he could look her straight in the eye. Alek’s entire body relaxed completely, and she found she was unable to move her body to avoid him. It was like she was paralyzed, yet she could feel everything that was happening to her vulnerable self.
Hands traveled up and down her sides, his lips now moving to her other bud to suck and nibble on that. She tasted of honey and… he couldn’t identify the other, but all he knew was that it was a taste he was sure he’d never tire of. Another moan was dragged from her throat, low and lusty, verbalizing her body’s need for what was bound to happen soon enough.
He grinned at her twisting and squirming body, pulling up and away from her nipples to watch her move. It was oh-so erotic, causing his already semi-hard cock to stand at full attention.
Who didn’t enjoy the view of a vulnerable young girl squirming around, writhing in half fear, half ecstacy?
A gay man, maybe. But, they’d probably enjoy the view if the situation was with a boy. Same situation, different gender…
Grey-blue eyes opened slightly, staring up at the man with fear radiating from her body. She felt trapped, and the fact was that she was trapped. Trapped in something the man saw as a game…
Alek groaned, arching her back. Her body was yearning for more, betraying her completely.
The man grinned once more, reaching inside of the leather jacket that he wore, pulling out a small, two inch black object. After he’d clicked a button, Alek realized exactly what the object was and just how dangerous it was. A pocket knife.
Her eyes widened, and she only began to struggle against her invisible bonds more, whimpering pathetically. “Pl-please no..” She begged, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. So far, she’d willed herself not to cry, but now that he actually seemed to have the intentions of hurting her, then she would do anything to get away. Hopefully the man had a conscience.
“Shut up, bitch.” He snarled, ignoring her pitiful pleads and lowered the knife to her stomach. She sucked in at the sudden cold blade touching her skin, trying to avoid it. But, it was to no avail, as she soon felt the sharp sting of her skin being cut. He was dragging the sharpened edge along her stomach in a line, the skin turning red and irritated before releasing blood to try and close up the wound. He continued this, winding and twisting, drawing an intricate design into her flesh slowly, basking in her whimpers and cries.
“St-stop it… You’ll p-pay for thi-this…” She stuttered, trying to look as intimidating as se could. Something flashed through his eyes, and she thought it worked as the blade was lifted from her skin. It was a mistake though, the emotion in his eyes amusement as he drove the blade into her inner thigh, careful to keep the wound relatively shallow, but still deep enough to cause pain.
Alek cried out, wanting so back to curl into herself and forget about all of this. Instead, her body merely tensed, trying to fight off the pain.
The knife was carefully removed, no attention put to her bleeding injuries as he went to work at cutting off her precious ‘Hello Kitty’ shorts, only to be surprised by the sight of a well groomed bush.
He smirked, looking up at her deviously, “You were expecting me, darling…” He purred, then tossed the knife to the side, beginning to slide off his own top.
Alek was graced with the side of a well built chest, muscles rippling with his movements. His pants rode low enough to show off his hips and a few inches below his naval, revealing a black design. It was an exact replica of the one that had just been carved into her stomach.
Though, she wasn’t paying attention to that, unable to tear her gaze away from his body. For a rapist, he was god damn sexy!
NO! What was she thinking? He was inflicting pain on her.
Soon after the shirt was tossed to the floor, his pants followed, showing off well-toned legs. She let her gaze follow up the muscled legs, soon stopping on his cock. He was well endowed, that was for sure. At least eight inches, and so thick that it didn’t seem she could wrap her hand around it completely. The slit at the top was already leaking with pre-cum, glinting in the little bit of light that infiltrated the room.
“Like what you see, bitch?” He questioned, noticing her wandering eyes filling with lust for the body before. Though, fear was still the dominating emotion.
Alek finally tore her gaze away, staring coldly up into his eyes. “Fuck. You.”
“I plan on it.” He grinned, reaching down and pushing apart the inside of her thighs. Purposely, he had pressed against the wound, causing her to cry out sharply in pain.
He shifted into the nook created, contented that he fit snugly and securely into her body, as if he was meant to be there.
“Get ready, bitch.” He warned, before grasping his pulsing cock in one hand, positioning it carefully before relentlessly pistoning into her body. He felt the tear of her hymen, telling him he’d been her first and just popped her ever so precious cherry.
Now she really was his, as where he came from, the person to take a girls virginity immediately bonded with them. Now she’d only lust for his body, and it would happen at least once everyday, if not more. She wouldn’t be able to find satisfaction in any others, and this made him smirk.
Alek cried out, tears falling from her eyes at the pain that surged through her body. It hurt so bad, as if someone was tearing her in two from the inside. Considering his side, he most likely was.
He didn’t give her time to adjust, instantly beginning with thrusts that were currently only intended to give him pleasure and release. He just needed to secure that she would only be his, and it was working quite well.
And that was when the pain in her body finally over-whelmed her. Normally she would have been able to handle the pain, but the blood-loss, stress, and terror she was in, her body just shut down.
Thank god, too.
And then she woke up in a dark room, laying in black satin sheets and wearing nothing beneath the sheet over her. No one seemed to be in the room.
Alek’s body hurt, her stomach throbbing, and between her thighs felt as if it was just stabbed.
In a sense, it had been.
All of her thinking was cut short as the door opened, light flooding into the room.
Alek shielded her eyes, not used to the lighting before looking up to see…
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Muah!
And there's number four!
Finally, I know.
Sorry, my love life got in the way of my writing.
Haha.
I REALLY want to thank all my reviewers.
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Blood and Kisses Always,
Rage~