Chapter Two : Opening the Door to the Soul.
As an early riser, Adam always woke when the first warm sun rays of the day tickled his feet. Only today, he wished he could crawl back under his warm sheets. He grunted as he slowly turned onto his back and kicked away the sheets. Swinging his legs over the bed side, his feet landed on the notepad he tossed on the ground the night before. His eyes traveled over the crumpled up pieces of paper filled with failed attempts.
He kicked a few of them away. Rubbing over the short stubble of hair on the top of his head, he stood up and went for a shower. Standing under the scalding hot water, he leaned his head against the side, letting the warmth of the water massage the stiffness out of his joints.
When he got home after dropping of Mia, he had tried to pen down his feelings, give them a direction. Those failed attempts lay as evidence on his bedroom floor. He had gone through all stages of anger, frustration, rage, defeat and sorrow. He even had felt helpless because there was little to nothing he could do.
Mulling over Mia's words, he tried to understand what she was trying to say to him without being too blunt about it. Suddenly he remembered the volunteer editor program he had found on the bottom of her page. Mia, you really are a little witch, he thought as he realized what she had tried to do.
It wouldn't matter if his poem sucked, he could ask her for help. Somehow he didn't like that. He would have to open up that conversation. He wanted her genuine interest, her curiosity. A plan started to form in his mind. He smiled as things started to look brighter. Sure it was going to take time and a lot of it, but if it meant he could get her to trust him, he was more than willing to give her that time.
Drying off quickly, he dressed, started up his old piece of crap and went to make himself some breakfast. He placed his filled plate on the kitchen table. Wanting it to cool down a little bit, he went to his bedroom, made up his bed and gathered the crumpled pieces of paper and took them with him to the kitchen. Spreading them out, he tried his best to flatten them out again.
On most pieces there were only a few words, some appearing on more than one paper, those he tossed away. Scanning through the other ones he did see a sentence here or there that felt raw and true to himself, short phrases that reflected how he felt about what happened to Bron. Some even told of how he felt after some of his Black OPS when he was a SEAL.
He hid those feelings well, but maybe it was time he dealt with his own demons as well.
Cleaning up the kitchen, he gathered the pieces of paper that had some potential and placed them next to his computer that oddly enough decided to start up without many problems. Making a mental note to himself he wanted to get a new one and would have to go into town for that later on.
He clicked on the bookmark that would send him straight to her profile, he read up on the volunteer editor program she signed up for. It said he was the one that had to initiate first contact if he wanted her editing skills. Adam started out with making a profile for himself and book marking her as one of his favorites. He'd chosen Atlas as his writer nick. He literally would carry the world for her if she'd let him. Smiling to himself, he was convinced he had the right nick.
With that settled he went back to the first chapter of "Broken Bones" and opened up the comment box. Staring at the screen for a long time he wasn't entirely sure what he should write without giving away he knew what was written there was more real than any reader could phantom.
#This is a very nerve wrecking story to read. Especially when the girl finds out the guy that kidnapped her is a co-worker she was drawn too. The torment and hurt he's causing her is making my blood boil with anger and makes me want to punch him. I know it's just a story, but it feels like a personal one. I'm almost dreading reading the rest, but I will read it. I need to know if the girl will make it.#
Looking over his comment a few times, he hit the submit button. Looking over the help forums of the site, he took a peek at the poetry department and found a few helpful posts that would aid him to get started with his own. He felt a bit overwhelmed. What some people considered poetry and how others would criticize almost everything a person wrote wracked his nerves. Making up his mind, he decided to just read a few posts; this definitely wasn't the place to ask for genuine help.
Closing everything, he got ready to go downstairs and open up. Once everything for the breakfast routine was settled, he'd go on his daily round of getting groceries for lunch and dinner. He smiled. He just loved to work with food, he always had. Instinctively he knew what would go well together and he experimented a lot.
Doing his best to push back Bron's tale, he started his working day. For the first time he felt that he had a shot at sorting out the situation that was created all those weeks ago. The next thing he decided was that he wouldn't contact Bron anymore, his wolf didn't really agree with that, but after some explaining, his animal understood and relented. It would take a while before their mate would come to them willingly and he understood his human was going to have to do the majority of the work to make that happen.
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Tossing and turning, she jerked upright in a sudden move, making her head spin. Looking around she calmed down, seeing she was in her own flat, in her own bed. Breathing heavily and her sudden awakening told her she had had that same nightmare again. With longing in her eyes she looked at the pillow next to hers. Though she had changed the sheets regularly she couldn't, no wouldn't change the pillow casing.
It smelled like him, the only way she was letting him be close. When the nightmares became too bad she switched pillows, breathing in the faint smell of him. It soothed her. Yes, she felt weak that she relied on it to calm her down, but something deep inside of her made her do this. She couldn't quite explain it to herself.
It was the same instinct that kept her picking up the phone and opening the door. Seeing him, hearing him, was all she could handle right now, she was afraid that if she would talk to him and start a real conversation, that things would fall apart. So every time he called, she soaked up his warm voice, like a flower soaking up the warm rays of the sun, and every time he came by she took in his rough looks, secretly wanting to cuddle close and be in his strong safe arms again.
Over time the calls and visits lessened, making her a bit sad. Now it was just a call on Mondays and a visit on Fridays. Looking at the calendar she saw it was Wednesday. Two more days, then I can see him again she reasoned with herself.
With a grunt she got out of bed and dragged herself to her bathroom to take her morning shower. Turning on her laptop, she put together a quick breakfast. With a bowl of cereal in her lap and her laptop in front of her on the coffee table, she checked her e-mail. She was surprised to see she had a new comment on her BB story. Knowing just how close to home it was she always dreaded reading comments the people made on that particular one.
Clicking the short link she went straight to the comment. It was a short one. She couldn't really make much of it, just that the person, "Atlas", seemed very touched by it. Normally she'd reply to all comments, but this time she decided to wait a little, wanting to see if he or she would read the rest and if he would keep feeling the same about her "story".
Doing a quick check on his profile she saw he only registered today and only had one favorite, her. She frowned, it felt a bit odd. Going over Atlas' comment once more she told herself there was nothing creepy in there and that the reader probably just did a random search and made an account so as not to comment anonymously.
Bron actually preferred those with an account, it was easier to send them a thank you-note. Over time she even made a few friends, thought all correspondence was done under their forum name. It gave her a feeling of being wanted, but at the same time she was never pushed to tell more than she was willing to tell.
Once BB had posted, her email box was working overtime. At first she took the time to reply to each single mail, but once the majority turned out to be people wanting to know more about the rest of the girl, she started using a pre made message, stating there would never be a sequel to that story and it was of no use to keep asking for it.
As time went by those requests lessened and eventually stopped. Every now and then did she get a new comment, but it was rare these days. That's why seeing the new comment today surprised her a bit. Deciding it was a fluke she went back to the other new comments on her other stories. When she started submitting, so many years ago, she barely got a comment and now, today, she spent a fair amount of time just replying to all the e-mails.
On top of that she does some editing for quite a few people and some proofreading for others. It's what she loved doing and for that she didn't have to leave her home. Everything was sent to her via email. She counted her blessings that when she moved back here she found a job as part time editor for a small firm.
They usually catered to unknown talent who liked to self-publish their work but still want the professional back up. Admittedly, there were some gems out there, some, in her opinion, better than those big mainstream writers that have the big publishers pushing them for a next book and promotions all over the country.
Her daily emails done, she pushed aside her laptop and turned on the TV. Zapping through the channels nothing major was going on, so she switched to her favorite news channel to get up to date on what was happening in the world. Sighing, she quickly zapped away. Again all they were reporting about was a war here, a war there, some attack here and a bomb over there.
Sometimes she wondered why people couldn't just get along, that color or belief didn't matter much at the end of the day when you had to bury your child, spouse or friend. Flicking off the television, she went back to her laptop and checked her to do list. Oddly enough there wasn't much to do. She had a few pieces to read and one or two she had to edit.
It was enough to fill her morning with some reading and her afternoon with some editing. Checking her work account she found it empty. That happened more or less. The firm worked with a few people. There were times she was swamped with work and other times she could focus fully on her own writing and private edits.
Setting aside her laptop, she wanted to do some little chores around the flat before diving into her little gem pool, as she lovingly called the stories she proofread for others. Putting things back where they belonged, which was never much; she made quick work of grabbing a few dry biscuits and a big glass of milk before dropping herself in her big two person couch.
Balancing her laptop on her knees, she dragged the coffee table closer so she'd have her biscuits within reach. She just loved to nibble on things as she read. She did it without even knowing. Always being surprised her little bowl was empty after grabbing in it a few times and finding nothing left.
Going through her emails, she picked the oldest one that was marked "to be read" and opened the attached file and started reading. Hoping that working on something would ease her mind and make her focus on something else. She made it through the days, but images of her past and recent attack popped up whenever she least expected. Reading and editing helped her escape reality and divulge herself in made up worlds.
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Halos and Thorns. By McJazzerson.
Rafal glared at the woman before him, feeling some decidedly non-angelic thoughts. He detested it when his rotation fell at the same time as hers. Give him any other demon to have to spar with and he was fine but no, he always ended up with Super Bitch! It was enough to test his faith in the Almighty, which invariably left him setting himself a personal penance for at least a century after his rotation ended.
It had been eons since he'd had to put up with her so he knew he should be thankful of that at least. It still didn't stop him wanting to gnash his teeth in utter frustration as his eyes roamed over her slinky body draped in a red silk dress. She was badness and temptation in one seductive package. She knew what she was doing too.
The way she sprawled herself sensually on the table before him, one strap of her dress falling lazily from her shoulder as she fanned her straight black tresses away from her neck. It was all artificially designed to tempt him. The twinkle in her jade green eyes sparkled as she silently laughed at him. A trap designed to capture a fallen angel.
"What is it the humans say? If the wind changes your face will stick that way? You won't be such a pretty little thing to look at if the wind changes right now, Rafal."
Even her voice was as sexy as sin; low, husky, like a whispered caress over his skin. She was laughing at him and it was only serving to increase his irritation. He took a deep breath and imagined the soft tinkling waterfall close to his home, the breeze rustling the leaves in the large oak tree outside his library window. Instantly he felt a sense of serenity wash over him and his expression cleared.
"Bugger!" Nadiela cursed sitting up abruptly. Her full red lips formed a petulant pout as she examined the angel before her. She'd almost had him for a moment. Just a few seconds more and he would have been unable to resist her lure and she would have won their game. Now she would have to wait forever to catch him so weakened again.
He was her favorite angel, she had to admit that. His long silky mane gave the appearance of liquid gold flowing around his sharp angular features. His eyes and wings mirrored his hair. Little flecks of chocolate brown danced in the gold of his eyes when he was annoyed. She loved seeing that, knowing she was getting to him.
He was tall and leanly muscled, his body hard and unyielding. She ached to press herself against him, to rub herself all over him until he snapped and took her in a violent surge of passion. The demon blew out a long breath and smiled impishly.
There was no point kidding herself, she wanted to do that to most men, angels or not. Still it would be a coup to seduce Rafal, just because he called her Super Bitch if nothing else. As if the stupid angel didn't know she was aware of what he'd labeled her. She was a first grade demon after all. Demons didn't come any higher than her. Apart from the Master that was.
"I'm bored," she sighed huskily. "You're no fun to play with, Rafal. Jerome was much more easy prey. He kissed me." She smirked as she remembered the pretty angel with his vivid blue wings and matching hair. He had been so easy to tempt, it almost hadn't been fun doing so. But just knowing she had gotten the upper hand over the angel had been enough for her.
"He has to do a thousand years of penance for that kiss," Rafal said serenely. "Frankly I was amazed you lowered yourself, Nadiela. It's not like you to be so easy." His face remained as serene as his voice despite that fact he was laughing inside at the flash of outrage in her eyes. Score another one for him. Maybe if he was able to best the demon then Jerome would get a reprieve from his penance.
"Now that's not very gentlemanly of you to call me easy, angel boy. You'd better watch out I don't tempt you to the dark side. You'd make a lovely demon." She purred the words out, leaning back on her arms and thrusting her pert breasts in his direction. "You'd have to start on the bottom rung of the ladder I grant you and that would mean you'd be too low down for me to play with. But just knowing there was one less angel in Heaven would be worth losing the opportunity of seeing your pretty face again."
It took everything he had not to roll his eyes in resignation. The demon really had to be bored if she was being so blatantly obvious with her seduction techniques. If she'd acted like this in front of Jerome even he would have had the stamina to withstand her many charms.
"Try it on someone else, Nadiela. You're starting to make me feel bored too."
An irritated snort sounded and then she sighed dramatically. "Oh, very well. Let's get on with the task." She grabbed the pitcher of water on the table and tipped it into the gold charger beside it until a very fine layer covered the bottom. "Male or female?"
It was his turn to snort. "Male. Obviously." He waved his hand gracefully as the water shimmered and then pointed when it centered on an average looking man in his mid-twenties. "Him."
"He is so...ordinary," Nadiela's forehead wrinkled with disgust as she all but spat the last word out as if it was tainted. For such a supremely beautiful people, angels picked the ugliest humans to associate themselves with. Just looking at the man was enough to make her shudder.
It was her turn and she arched her hand gracefully across the water, finding an exceptionally attractive young woman of similar age to the man. "Her."
Neither of them commented on the fact the man's coloring closely resembled Rafal's. Or that the woman actually resembled Nadiela in more than just coloring.
"Until the stroke of midnight on Valentine's Night," they said together.
Their hands touched in agreement, his sending a wave of serenity through the demon's body, hers sending a pulse of red hot lust through his. The gold of Rafal's eyes turned chocolate brown as sparks of silver danced in the jade of Nadiela's.
For a second their hands fused as they fought to overcome the others defenses, and then they released their touch, both sighing inwardly that they'd escaped each other relatively unscathed. It was down to the humans now. That was where the game would be played out.
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Bron smiled as she closed the file. This was a good start to a nice story and she'd be sure to let Jazz know that. She liked how it almost seemed that the demon would get her way, but then Rafal reverted back to his home and snapped out of it. Sworn enemies, their interaction was nice and fun to read. Tamping down her reaction, she made sure to let the writer know she'd be thrilled to read the next one and added more of her comments before sending it off.
Looking at the clock she saw it was nearing noon. Lunch break she thought as she went back to her kitchen to raid her cupboards and fridge. Putting a lot of things on the counter she put together a very thick sandwich. Chuckling, she wondered how she was going to fit it in her mouth. Sitting down at the table, she slowly devoured the whole sandwich. Not a crumb was left on her plate as she placed it in her dishwasher.
The rest of her afternoon she spent doing some edits on several pieces. Switching from one to the other, knowing if she focused on one she'd get caught up in the story. In the end that cost her more time to get them done. For her it worked perfectly to work through a page of one story and then switching to another. This way she worked through several stories at the same time.
For dinner she called the Chinese down the road. Normally they don't deliver at home, but since it was so nearby, they always made an exception for her. After cleaning up the dishes and paper cups she tidied up the kitchen and turned on the dishwasher.
The rest of the evening was spent with her second passion next to writing, old movies. She simply adored those old Humphrey Bogart movies, the classic "Casablanca" being her all-time favorite. She saw it at least once a month and it never got old watching it time after time. In this particular one, it was the conflict that she found to be a driving force.
But Bron liked all kinds of old movies, even "My Fair Lady", with the late Audrey Hepburn. She loved the actress in "Tiffany's".
Watching all the glorious movies, from times long gone, helped her forget reality. It helped her relax and let her escape. There were times she even danced along, pretending to be the lead actress as she twirled around her living room, humming along to the music of the movie.
Tonight she wanted a movie to lift her spirits and make her laugh. Going through her vast collection of DVD's she picked the one she had in mind and turned it on. With a smile on her face she got sucked into the move once more, and then her favorite song came along. Knowing her neighbors weren't home at the moment she began to sing along until she was out of breath. Time after time she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" and danced around her couch.
She laughed, if people would see her now they would deem her insane and mad as a hatter. Without a care in the world she danced to the cheerful tunes of one of the most famous Mary Poppins' songs. Smiling she remembered all her failed attempts on getting the word correct. It had her tongue in a twist so many times she lost count. Once she knew it, it rolled out without effort, time after time, faster and faster.
Out of breath she fell back on the couch as she focused back onto the movie, a wide smile on her face. As the movie came to its end, she quickly tidied up and got ready for bed. Holding back a sigh, she prepared for another night of tossing and turning until Mister Sandman got the better of her once more.
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After another day of battling every little pot and pan in his kitchen, Adam stomped back upstairs. He cursed himself knowing how short and snappy he had been to his personnel. If things weren't going to change pretty quick he was sure he'd be looking for new employees soon enough.
He knew what lay at the base of his behavior and he really had hoped that learning all these new things about Bronwille would help ease his wolf. Sadly it didn't. His wolf was still as antsy as ever, even more so now that they had read part of what happened to her.
To some extent, he dreaded reading the rest, but he knew he had to, he needed to know.
Turning on the slowpoke of a computer, he went into his bathroom. Stripping off his clothes, he was naked by the time he reached his bathroom, turned on the water and didn't even wait for the water to get warm. Stepping under the cold stream he stood there hoping the icy touches would have a soothing effect on his hot skin. Biting his lips, he fought against the shivers until the water turned warmer.
It all didn't have any effect on him. He slapped the wall in front of him out of frustration. Reaching out for his soap he quickly lathered himself up, washing away the grime of the day. He felt his muscles tense and relax as he rinsed the soapy bubbles off his broad shoulders. Watching below him, he followed the bubbles as they disappeared into the drain.
He really had to get himself together if he wanted to make this work. Countless discussions with his wolf only left him more and more agitated because his wolf wanted revenge for what had been done to their mate. Adam had hoped last night he had gotten through to his wolf, but the continuous pacing he felt inside his mind during the day proved otherwise.
Turning the taps he waited until the water turned searing hot, maybe that could ease some of the tension that build up in his muscles. With a growl he turned them off when it proved useless.
Stepping out the shower he pulled a clean towel out of the closet and dried himself quickly, then wrapped the towel around his waist. Checking the computer, he was glad to see it finally booted up. Clicking on a few menus made him go to Bronwille's profile and he already selected her second chapter to "Broken Bones".
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Broken Bones Chapter Two By RedB
"You fucked up, Rubin. She's not waking up and Chief wants to begin. You know what this means asshole. If you don't do this, you're not in."
Amelia's head hurt as she came around but didn't recognize the voice that was speaking. She couldn't quite open her eyes yet, but she knew she was out of the van by the fact she was laying on some sort of bed with her legs restrained spread eagle.
"I know, but fuck she pissed me off."
Amelia didn't move or alert them that she was barely awake. Someone was moving between her legs now, but she remained still.
"Fuck. Why does she wax herself if she won't let anyone down there?" Rubin commented at her neatly waxed pussy leaving a little stripe of hair. Obviously he was close by, but she didn't move. "Look at that cunt. Damn I know how to choose them. I bet she's as tight as tight can be. Damn."
The other man laughed and clanked a bottle or something before taking a drink, "Once you're done, I want a go. With a clit like that; I bet she cums quick."
"You can have sloppy seconds all you want. First things first," his husky voice growled as he watched the woman between Amelia's legs finish waxing her smooth and removing every trace of hair from her lips "You done honey?"
"Rubin, you're a prick. Do you want it smooth or shall I leave some stubble for you to get a road rash?" a woman shot back. Just then there was a burning pain as the woman ripped the wax peel off, taking away another swatch of hair.
"Fuck that looks like it hurts," the other man winged.
"Keep bothering me and I'll show you, asshole," the woman commented as she applied another section of hot wax.
"Easy sweetheart, I'll be good," he teased and backed farther into the room.
Amelia gritted her teeth preparing for the next removal and ended up passing out again when the woman decided to remove a larger section than before.
Rubin watched as Kathy removed the rest of the hair. It took three more applications of wax, but it was now done and she smoothed the skin with a solution similar to after shave.
"There. Wanna try it out? I love freshly waxed skin. It always feels incredible to me. Hell, I'm even tempted to take a lick just to feel it."
She was removing her gloves and putting her tools away on the tray where the hot wax was heating.
Rubin felt his cock jump at the offer and shoved her out of the way. "Fuck yeah."
He claimed the medical chair and wheeled closer to Amelia's spread legs and looked up at her slack face to see if she'd come round yet. She was out cold. He fucked up by smashing her head, but damn if she didn't piss him off. Maybe he could rouse her now with a little soft licking. Only one way to find out.
Taking a deep breath, breathing in her scent, Rubin released a low growl before licking her from rosebud to clit and back, dipping his tongue within the smooth lips of her cunt.
"Damn," he mumbled and licked her again, this time stopping at her clit where he suckled her body roughly.
Amelia felt liquid fire between her legs and moaned. Confused she rolled her head from side to side; enjoying whatever was happening to her body but had no comprehension of what was causing it. A warm tingling sensation began to build within her and she felt as if she were going to explode.
The pressure stopped suddenly.
"Fuck if he's not right, that bastard. She's a hot little bitch ready to explode," Rubin mumbled before he latched back to her clit and sucked hard, using his teeth to send her body into a state of over stimulation and then over the brink of an orgasm.
Amelia cried out arching her back as her body exploded while his tongue tirelessly flicked her body until she came again hard on the heels of her first release.
"Hot damn," he breathed against her freshly waxed lips, giving her a gentle kiss before leaning back. "That is going to be awesome to hit once I get moving."
Amelia was partially coherent how and looked groggily between her legs and found Rubin grinning like a fool as he evaluated her body. His mouth was slick with both her release and his spit, but he didn't do a single thing to wipe it away. As she watched with growing apprehension, Rubin looked up at someone, asking a question that sent a cold finger of fear to develop in the base of her gut.
"Can I insert the plug?"
A trampy looking blonde approached, shrugging, "I don't care. Here," she handed him a device that looked like a rubber arrowhead with a base. "Make sure it's in there or you'll not have fun later. This one will stretch her out enough for that cock of yours to fit without ripping her wide open."
"Excellent," he grinned. "So, when this is all over, do I get to fuck you too?" he teased.
"Dude, if you get in, you can have me anytime you wish. I've seen that cock of yours."
"I know how to use it too," he cooed but his attention was back on Amelia suddenly. "But, first things first, I need to finish what I started and get Chief's blessing."
"Go to it big boy. I'm not going anywhere."
Rubin grunted in response and pushed that thing inside Amelia's sensitive pussy, coating it with a good layer of her juices. It felt good in her body and that was when she realized something was wrong. She shouldn't be enjoying this!
The woman laughed, "Looks like your toy is awake and is rolling now. I gave her a little extra of the drug to make sure you have a good ride, Rubin. I like you and want you around longer."
He looked up and found Amelia watching him closely. "Ah, you're right. Welcome back Amelia, darling. I think you're going to like what I'm about to do, so take a deep breath, chickie."
Her forehead burrowed in confusion before he took the plug and pressed it against her rose bud and pushed.
Amelia screamed and tried to move away but her legs had been tied to the table preventing her from moving. Whatever he was doing burned something fierce as the thing pushed farther and farther into her body.
"Stop! It hurts!" Amelia mumbled but he only pushed harder, not giving her quarter.
"Not yet. gotta get this in there before I can take you out to the gang. Everyone's waiting." He shoved harder and the plug made it past her gripping sphincter and was practically sucked in her rectum and rested against her skin snug as snug can be.
"Owe! Take it out!" she cried and thrashed her head as the burning consumed her.
"Not a chance, chickie. Pretty soon, that's going to be my dick, so I suggest you get used to it."
She moaned loudly as the pain continued to burn, but whatever they'd given her kicked in and her world began to spin and swirl.
"She's fully rolling now, dude. Better get on with it," the woman stated. "It's a pity you messed her face up so soon, though. It would have been something to see your cum dripping off her pristine cheek. Somehow, her swollen eye is ruining the effect."
"I know. I lost my temper. Damn bitch cat scratched my face."
A throaty laugh followed, "Adds character. Now go."
Amelia felt the ties on her legs release and immediately collapsed onto the table now that her legs were no longer tied into position. But she didn't get to rest long before Rubin picked her up and practically tossed her over his shoulder.
"Careful of that plug you asshole!" the woman called after him.
"Why? I can just shove it back in," he snickered and blew through the swinging doors of the barn they were in and strutted towards the table in the middle of the room. All around men and women lounged around, doing drugs or drinking while they waited.
He scanned the room once and smirked as he counted ten naked women already getting the shit pounded out of them. "Fuck, I love this place."
Amelia mumbled as her body flopped uselessly against his back and then grunted when he nearly tossed her to the table so she laid chest down, legs dangling over the side.
"This is the one?" a new strong male voice said as he approached.
Rubin was just checking the plug and had to push it back in before he turned around. "Yeah, this is her."
"Took you long enough. She must be some cold bitch to hold out this long."
"Well, yeah, but damn is it going to be fun to crack this nut hard. She's been teasing me for months with this tight ass of hers," Rubin said as he smacked her cheek hard causing her to whimper.
"You know it's not just the sex right? You have to do what I say and do everything to my satisfaction." this new man asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I know."
Amelia cringed thinking what else could they possibly do to her other than kill her and right now, she wished they would do it quickly.
"Start with a good pipe cleaning and I'll be watching, so do it right, Rubin. After all this, it'd be a shame to deny you now."
"Fuck off and go sit down," Rubin growled pulling down his pants while he walked to the front of the table where Amelia's head dangled over the small table. He gripped a fist full of brown hair and yanked her head up roughly. "I need to be cleaned before I stick my dick anywhere. Open up, chickie."
While he talked, he'd been stroking his thickening dick so it was rock hard and placed it against her lips but she turned away. Rubin yanked her head back and snapped her neck earning a whimper. "No biting."
And then he thrust his cock into her mouth as far as he could before she struggled against the invasion, gagging as he thrust again this time down her throat. He laughed as she violently gagged as his thick cock fucked the shit out of her mouth.
In and out, in and out he pumped her face closing his eyes to ignore her tears as his own euphoria climbed. All he could think about was how fucking good her mouth felt and sensed his balls begin to tingle as he pumped faster and harder into her clenching throat.
"Fuck that feels good," he growled and thrust again this time holding it deep in her throat as his hips jerked once, twice and then he hollered as he released wave after wave of hot cum down her throat.
Amelia gagged as the salty fluid filled her mouth and felt it slide down her throat in large globs. When he finally pulled out, he shot one last load against her gasping mouth and laughed when it slid down her half open lips to drip onto the table.
She spat out whatever was remaining in her mouth in addition to the excess saliva from the ordeal.
He let her head drop to the table and walked behind her again, slapping her ass hard. "That was nice, but it's time to begin the games, chickie." Leaving his fly open and his pants hanging around his hips, he turned to meet the smirking face of the man Chief, the one he needed to impress. At his nod, Rubin puffed up.
"The chase," Chief called out.
Rubin smacked her ass again in anticipation. "You see, I'm a fair guy Amelia, so I'll give you a chance to get away between each round. If you can make it to the door before I get you, you can go free. But if not, well I get to fuck you however I see fit." Rubin tapped the plug in her ass to make sure it was secured and then stepped back. "You first chance begins now."
Amelia spat the remaining cum from her mouth before she struggled to roll over and look around the surreal room for the first time. They were in a barn that obviously had been abandoned with the only remaining items left behind were rotting bales of hay. Draped over different mounds, were blankets and naked bodies, some in positions that would have made her blush if she weren't in a situation that meant her life or death.
"Run sugar."
Rubin's voice taunted her out of her evaluation and launched her into a staggering run/crawl towards the door but it was useless. Whatever they'd given her, rendered her legs rubber and her mind mush. Her vision swam with swirls of color from the candles and lanterns that had been set around the barn.
"Oh yeah! Keep crawling bitch 'cause that's hot!" Rubin taunted from a few feet behind her. People on all sides cheered and cat called as she pathetically crawled towards the door but knew she wasn't going to make it.
Rubin stalked behind and around her laughing at her weak attempt at an escape. When she got near the outer ring of spectators, the sole of his thick biker boot slammed into her back pinning her to squirm on the dirt floor while he stood over her.
"Gotcha."
"No!" Amelia screamed and tried to get away, and he let her for a few feet before his kick had her rolling into a ball clutching her ribs that she knew were broken. Bits of hay entered her mouth as she lay there gasping for breath as he stalked towards her. When she looked up, the only thing she saw was his engorged dick as it stood out of his pants, ready for another go at her.
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Adam howled. His wolf was in agony. Standing up he paced his living room. His anger was radiating around him. He wanted to smash something, reading what they had done to her tore him up inside. Sadly, the coffee table was in his path and with as much force he could muster, he kicked it away.
Magazines flew through the living room, the glass top shattered as his boot connected with it. With a mournful howl he sagged down onto his knees, not caring that the glass was cutting him. He couldn't understand how a human being could be this cruel, using another as a toy or pet.
It reminded him of his time in 'Nam. There weren't really females at the fore front back then, but they mostly filled a medical position. They were told always to stay in the camps, never venture out alone. More than once it happened that one of the females disappeared and was found several days later. Clothes ripped and cuts and bruises all over their bodies.
When asked what happened they weren't able to form one coherent sentence. Even back then, Adam was struggling with that part of the war. The human females, strong as some are, they were still weak compared to a female were. On those occasions he tried to get closer to them, sniff them, track down those who assaulted and raped the women.
He made damn sure they couldn't repeat the same thing with other people. Sometimes when he found the groups, they were abusing a next victim already. It was hard for him then. He had to get that person out first before being able to shift and deal with those men. Luckily most of the time, the woman was passed out or blindfolded.
Closing his eyes, he tried his best to shut out those images. Nobody should be privy to such behavior and attacks. Concentrating on his breathing, he did his best to calm down and reign in his wolf. That's when he noticed the blood pooling around his knees and the glassy mess around him.
Not caring about his nudity, he pulled the towel from around his waist and dabbed his knees with it. Using his agility, he made a big jump, avoiding the rest of the shattered glass and went to the bathroom.
He rinsed of the blood and removed the tiny pieces of glass imbedded in his skin. Once he was satisfied there weren't any pieces left behind, he disinfected the larger wounds and then just sat there for a few minutes. Letting his wolf do most of the work, he could practically see the wounds closing up neatly, and having disinfected them made them not leave any scarring behind.
Most werewolves didn't care about a scar or two, damn he had plenty himself. But he had found out by accident that if you made sure the wound was clean, it healed up faster and the scarring was kept to a minimum. Satisfied the wounds were healed enough; he got up and pulled another pair of jeans from his closet. He even remembered to put on some running shoes before going back to his messy living room.
Taking in the damage, he scolded himself for losing his temper, no matter how valid the reasons were. He had to learn to control this better, especially when he was close to Bronwille. With a sigh, followed by a grunt, he pulled a broom from the pantry and started cleaning up the mess he made.
Seems I can add a new coffee table to my shopping list, he thought once he was done putting everything back in order.
Going back to his computer, he took a deep breath. Deep down, he didn't want to continue reading; sure he would lose his temper again. He also knew he had to sit this out. He had to know what happened to her. At the back of his mind he was already storing details of her attack, names and places. He just knew he couldn't let those men get away with this.
Adam's eyes fixed themselves on the screen again as he continued reading. One paragraph and he was already cringing again at what she went through.
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"My turn again. You lose this round." Rubin took hold of her hair and dragged her back to the table where he tossed her back up, this time on her back. "I want you to watch as I fuck that tight cunt of yours. God knows only plastic has been up there for years, so let's reacquaint it the feeling of a hot dick, shall we?"
Lights swirled again, and a fog clouded her mind. All she could make out were shapes moving around them as he forced her legs open and waited for his next order.
"Spank it, Rubin. But..." he paused, "Casey here needs a cleaning, so she can suck while you screw."
With that Rubin laughed and pushed her backwards so her head dangled upside down from the table. "I can share," and he wasted no time and rammed hard into her tight hole and let out an animalistic roar at how fucking tight she was. Hell, she'd probably never really been fucked before this and so he felt a chauvinistic pride that he was showing her what it felt like to be properly fucked for the first time.
Casey approached with his dick out and didn't hesitate inserting it in her gasping mouth and started humping hard as Rubin humped the other end. It was a rhythmic motion that they created, one pushing while the other pulled back. Together they used her roughly and ignored her tears and horrific gagging sounds as Casey pushed deeper and deeper into her throat.
Rubin had finally gotten his entire shaft embedded in her tight pussy and thanked the two orgasms from earlier for she was slick and slimy. He frigged her clit a few times slapping it and the tweaking it until she couldn't ignore the urges of her body. He kept it up and watched as Amelia cried out a tortured sound with a cock stuffed down her throat as her body shattered around his shaft that was slapping against her freshly waxed skin.
The sensation of her scream sent Casey over the edge and he pulled out in time to shower her with his release. Pumping the last few drops from his cock he laughed as the goo splattered and dripped down her chin and onto her collar bone where it pooled while Rubin continued to pump her hard.
Amelia was still flying from her orgasm and felt the second one approaching fast. He'd started to smack the plug that was in her ass between thrusts and the sensation of being stuffed with his dick and the thing up there was enough to have her cascading into another wild climax.
"That's it sugar. Scream," Rubin growled and picked up his tempo until their skin was slapping loudly and her pussy was making slurping sounds as he slipped in and out of her at a mind numbing pace.
When she fell apart for a third time, Rubin grunted as he came for the second time into her lovely virginal hole. He pumped and pumped until he knew he couldn't take it any longer and then pulled out.
"Hell, you are fucking amazing," he panted and staggered backwards to catch his breath. A woman approached with a beer which is gulped down in three long swallows and smashed the bottle against the wall.
Chief plucked a woman off his own cock and whistled, "Chase her again," and then shoved back into the woman's mouth while he watched. The man literally lounged there, watching the play out while he had woman after woman suck his dick. When Rubin nodded after receiving the order, all he could think about was he wanted to be Chief. He wanted this kind of control.
Rubin wiped his mouth using the back his hand and turned back to Amelia, "You heard the man. Run."
Sore and tired, scared mostly, Amelia rolled from the table and cried out when her broken ribs protested the motion. But she inched her way towards the door.
Rubin was being more cruel than before and let her get just about to the threshold before he grabbed a hold of her legs and dragged her through the dirt back towards the center and then released her to watch as she crawled hysterically towards the doorway once more.
The room exploded with noise and at least fifty gang members screamed out encouragement, some placing bets if she'd make it as far again before Rubin dragged her back to do it all over again. Four times he did this until he delivered another numbing kick that literally stole the very breath from her lungs before she collapsed back into the straw praying for death.
Why wouldn't he just let her die? Why?
Rubin was not done with her, that's was why. He lifted her limp body and carried her back to the table where he laid her on her back and leaned over her, smiling. "Gotcha."
"Wait," Chief called. "I want to see a little screaming this time. Arouse her first and then toy with her a bit." He was lounging in the pile of blankets after his own orgasm and just sat there with his dick limp against his leg. He was in no hurry to rush this event, so he looked on as Rubin finished his initiation.
"You want screaming?" Rubin said looking back to a terrified Amelia, "I can do that. I need a water bottle first."
One flew across the room where he caught it in his large fist and the open the lid, taking a sip before he rammed in up inside her pussy, lifting her ass so the contents emptied inside her. Then he let the fluid drain out, cleaning her cunt of his release, using his own recently discarded shirt to wipe her pussy down for his next attack.
Without hesitation, he dove in and devoured her again, this time using more force, nipping her lips and clit to the point she was crying out in pain until the pleasure of the moment claimed her. He kept her on the brink of pain and pleasure for quite some time until she was practically begging for him to finish.
He finally smacked the plug and sucked hard, sending her into a violent shaking climax due to the sexual torment he'd kept her hovering in for what felt like an hour.
Satisfied, he staggered back, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. "Was that enough or you want another?" he asked Chief who was getting another blow job while he watched.
"Another, but first give her a little pain. I enjoy both types of screams."
"You got it."
For the next half hour, Rubin tortured Amelia until she was a babbling wreck, begging for him to just end her life. But he only laughed and kept her on the edge of consciousness but wouldn't let her drop over into oblivion. He'd beaten nearly every inch of her flawless body until she was covered in welts, bruises and had uncountable scratches from the whip he'd constructed from an hold horse brush he'd found earlier.
"The other kind, now Rubin," purred Chief as he lounged watching. This was an excellent show indeed. This kid was proving to be ingenious with his tools and couldn't wait to see what he'd do next.
So Rubin dutifully dined on Amelia again, this time achieving a new level of sexual torment for he could almost feel her body tensing for the release but when he ceased his attentions and she whimpered for him to finish, he only laughed. Again and again he did this to her, tormenting her body to the point it didn't know whether the orgasm would be painful or pleasurable.
She screamed a sound of absolute violence when he finally allowed her shatter, and the motion of her arching back jarred the three broken ribs from his earlier endeavor. Not to mention she was near blinded from his tortures from before so she could barely see anything as her eyes swelled shut.
"Do you think she could play chase one more time? It is so amusing to see her scamper and crawl in the dirt, not to mention I lost the last bet and want a chance to break even," Chief called out.
"What say you, Amelia? How much do you want to live?"
She didn't need another prompt and rolled off the table but couldn't move farther than a few feet before he broke another rib that sounded loudly when it cracked. "You suck at this game, chickie."
This time, when he flopped her back onto the table, he made sure she was face down with her ass and legs dangling over the side. "Dude," he called out to a guy standing at her head, "Do me a favor and hold her arms. She's dead weight right now."
"Excellent," the stoned man said and stepped forward to stretch out her arms so she was pulled tight.
Rubin's grin was truly wicked as he pulled the plug from her ass and tossed it aside. Someone knew what was coming and placed a bottle of oil on the table which he greedily snagged and dripped a generous amount down the valley of her butt cheeks and then coated his dick.
"Fuck this is going to feel good," he murmured before he pressed his throbbing tip to her relaxed opening and pushed in, feeling the sucking pop as his cap crested the muscle. "Fuck," he groaned and pushed another inch inside.
Amelia screamed like nothing before and prayed to whatever god was listening to just end her life now. But no salvation came. Instead, Rubin slide another inch of his thick cock inside her ass, whispering rude comments as he did so.
When he was about half way in, he paused and slapped her cheek hard. He repeated this a few times until her skin tingled, "Ready for the ride sugar?"
Amelia was breathless and on the verge of passing out. She didn't have the energy to reply so instead closed her eyes as Rubin slammed all the way in bottoming out against her enflamed skin. He pulled out and thrust back in hard, cackling when she grunted.
After a few minutes of fucking her hard, he reached below and flicked at her clit. He orchestrated his masturbation with his pumping motion so she was mindless in pleasure before long. But he wouldn't let her crash over the edge. No, he was being wicked again and brought her to the brink and then stopped, letting her mew her frustration that she wanted to cum.
Ten times he did this until she was crying both from pain of his invasion, her broken bones and spirit and equally from her pleasure. He was using both to shatter what was left of her mind.
And then he let her fly only to fall hard into her release that nearly choked the living life out of her as she crashed back to the land of living. But she wouldn't know what that was like because her body gave out at that moment and she passed out cold on the table.
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His wolf howled and wanted out. He couldn't bear knowing the abuse his mate had to endure. Trying to gather his last bit of sanity before his fury took over he once more called Chris letting him know he'd be running in their forest. Not bothering putting on a shirt, he grabbed his black biker jacket from the door hook and ran downstairs, taking three, four steps at a time. Uncaring about any speed limitations he rode his Moto Guzzi with a vengeance. Barely in time, he stripped before his wolf took over.
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