by Jay, Setta
The angry glare the dark haired guy sent the Vamp’s way wasn’t lost in Sam’s drugged stupor. At least the dark haired one seemed to dislike the bitch almost as much as she did. Not that it would help save her from her fate. She understood that there would be not going back when the two had undressed. Jesus, would she survive that? She’d always thought she’d rather die than be raped, but that had changed, she wanted to make it through so she could make them all pay.
Her mind felt like a hummingbird… flitting from thought to thought. She swore she heard the dark haired guy speak to her… but when she looked up, he wasn’t talking. He was only staring at her.
Vamp Bitch danced around the room taunting her, telling her that she was nothing but a whore now. Their whore to use any way they chose as she grinned and groped and scratched, attempting to cause as much pain as she was able to Sam’s immobile body.
The males began solicitously lubing her body for violation, even after the Bitch viciously insisted she didn’t deserve any kindness. Sam felt sweat beading on her skin and her head buzzed as she listened to them talk. The males refused, the dark male saying, “We are following orders. We are to do as little damage as possible.” Looking at their huge erections, Sam saw they had the potential to do some major damage. She hadn’t had but a couple of lovers and they had been nowhere near their size, shit.
Jaws tight, the guys avoided eye contact with her, the blonde moved between her thighs and rubbed his erection against her labia, his dick firm, the skin warm, yet smooth against her cold skin. She tried to cringe back, to avoid the inevitable. “No.” She said. The word came out before she was able to stop it. Sam knew her resistance only made the bitch happier.
“Relax, this has to be done. Don’t tense. She’ll only enjoy your pain.” She heard the guy in her head for sure that time. Why would they care if they hurt her? They were fucking raping her? She squirmed and fought some more. It was instinct to fight them. She couldn’t stop the movements even though she knew it was useless.
The pale one didn’t even register her struggles, his focus completely his big shaft rubbing against her opening. His eyes went half lidded as he watched himself push inside her body. She was just a vessel for his pleasure. She got dizzier as her body felt the invasion. He never even looked at her face, until the dark male said something to the Bitch making her hiss. During the altercation between the other two, Sam watched as the blonde sucked his finger into his mouth and with a pointed look at Sam rubbed the saliva on her pussy. It was done in a split second and she didn’t know what the hell he was about. Her stomach pitched and churned too hard to care.
Sam’s attention was diverted to the Bitch as, on a pissed off huff, she hopped up onto the counter to one side, eagerly watching the show. Jesus, Sam hated that sick bitch. Her face heated with fury and the anger felt better than the helplessness.
To Sam’s horror, her pussy started flooding with moisture around the blonde’s erection. What the fuck? How had her body betrayed her like that? Tears threatened, she was so mortified that she was responding to a rape. Finally the tears ran free, making their way down her face, as she fought the holds. “If you let this break you, she wins. That’s what she wants most, your pain, and misery. To destroy you.” The dark haired guy’s voice in her head was a deep, matter of fact, rumble. His words helped fight back the shame. She would not let that bitch win. She tried to stop her mind from focusing and enjoying the erection moving inside her traitorous body.
The mind talking one stood to her side, pumping his cock, one huge hand stroking it in strong pulls. His muscles were tight and his eyes were closed as his hand moved over his shaft.
“No! You need to fuck her mouth!” The bitch yelled at him, earning a glare so dangerous that she reared back a little, clearly pissed, but apparently unwilling to challenge him. He moved back to his motions, his hand movements picking up speed, becoming more aggressive as Sam tried not to think about the fact that the blonde was still moving inside her pussy, her breathing was erratic. Her body wanted him to move faster, her mind wanted him to stop. She clenched her eyes tight.
She heard a deep groan, then found her mouth held open by the mind talking one. “Swallow it or we do this again.” His deep voice said in her head.
She did what he said even though she had to push back the reflex to fight against it. He was trying to help her. Tears continued flowing down her cheeks as she swallowed. She sniffled the whole time her mouth was filled with oddly sweet tasting semen. He gently held the silky tip of his cock against her lips as the jets continued. He gave an almost imperceptible nod when she swallowed it down.
The entire time she fought her lower half’s need to move into the cock that was pumping inside her pussy. She couldn’t believe what was happening. It would almost have been better if they were brutal, her mind couldn’t process the... gentleness. It was too much. The pace picked up and he took her harder, as she fought back the desire to come. Her body was dying to buck against his. Fuck… She really was their whore. She cringed, trying to focus her anger at the bitch and that Nazi fuck. She heard a shout, and felt warm come bathing her womb. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from coming herself. She would not let her body betray her. He groaned deep and held inside her a moment before pulling out.
Sam tried not to think about Vampire disease and pregnancy, but the later had to be their goal. Although, why come in her mouth? Maybe they were just screwing with her mind. Making her think they were on her side. Something about that didn’t make sense.
Vamp Bitch began stroking her own body, obviously aroused by the show. She still sat on a counter, but her teddy was unbuttoned at the bottom and she was fingering herself while insisting the men take Sam harder that time.
The men traded spots. Both hardened again almost instantly. Within a short amount of time, Sam was once again treated to a mouth full of come. She swallowed, remembering what the other guy had said in her head.
Apparently bored with the view from her perch, the Bitch moved in behind the dark one that had started working on Sam’s pussy with long deep thrusts, he faltered for a moment in his movements when the Bitch reached one hand around to fondle his balls, Sam recoiled as she felt the Vamp’s sharp nail touching her ass. Obviously impatient, the bitch demanded he finish so she could watch him take Sam’s ass. The look of horror that Sam hadn’t been able to keep from her features seemed to please the bitch. Still reaching around the mind speaking one, the Bitch grabbed his cock. He angrily pushed her hand away, growling while closing his eyes, and came. As he retreated from her quivering core her pussy clenched at the loss. Was that normal with rape victims? She didn’t think so, something was very wrong with her.
Jesus, almost as soon as he finished he was hard again. In her vulnerable position he had access to all of her. The mind talking one stroked a finger against Sam’s back entrance. She flinched and tried to fight against it, earning taunting laughter from She Bitch. “You’ve never been taken in the ass?” He asked in her mind. At her flinching and fighting, he instructed her, “Push out on my finger, it’ll make it easier. I’ve added something to make it more pleasant, just take it. Once we both finish you anally it’s over. I’ll attempt to make it fast.” Oddly, the reassurance from the man raping her worked.
Eyes wide and breathing ragged, she did as he said. Her tears had finally stopped. She’d never been taken anally, never been with anyone that she wanted to experiment with. Sex had always been a disappointment. She only ever came by herself. Never had she been that aroused and the knowledge was really screwing with her. Thank god he’d given her a stopping point. It helped knowing that it was almost over.
The pale one was standing to the side. Waiting his turn, watching as the dark one prepared her body. The Bitch continued her taunts, “They’re going to tear you apart when they stuff their big cocks up your ass.” Sam attempted to ignore her. He stretched her first with fingers, pushing in a lot of lube. He stroked his cock until Vamp Bitch got angry
and said, “If you don’t fuck her ass hard, I’ll do things to you that we both know you don’t like…” He stilled at the threat.
With a look of pure hatred directed at the Bitch, he again instructed her in her mind to push out and relax. Within two forceful thrusts he was deep inside. He filled her almost painfully, she tensed and he growled inside her mind, “Relax!”
The pale male distracted her by fondling her clit and breasts, making her body respond again in a way that horrified her. The pumping grew faster into her sensitive flesh before he finally shouted his release. She had to again fight the desire to come as the other one played his fingers over her flesh.
He pulled out, leaving Sam’s body empty and sore. Her skin was sticky with semen and sweat when the pale male finally took his turn. She cringed as her previously unused flesh was used again. The Bitch moved in behind him doing something that Sam couldn’t see. The look of his face indicated that he wasn’t enjoying whatever it was. He turned and made a growling noise. Dark hair took his turn fingering her clit and pushing into her wet pussy, keeping her aroused while the twisted redhead watched from behind the blonde. It seemed to take a while for him to finally come. Her body was throbbing, sore and in an uncomfortable aroused state.
She felt violated, sickened at herself and angry at that horrible Bitch. With a pointed look to her, the men quickly dressed and left. She lay there in shock. She’d been raped by two men in every possible way. They hadn’t seemed like rapists.
The Bitch spoke with glee, “How did it feel? Did you enjoy being our whore, having to take everything they did to you? I could tell you liked it. How about I take you next, hmm?” Then, to take things to a whole new, nightmarish level, Sam felt as the bitch touched her pussy. She pushed multiple fingers into Sam’s sore opening. It was somehow even more mortifying to be violated by the female. The twisted Vamp pumped hard, obviously trying to cause Sam pain as she laughed. Sam bit the inside of her cheek to stop from crying out as she listened to the tinkling laughter filling the room.
Not getting the reaction she wanted, the Bitch finally stopped. She kissed Sam hard, and then pushed the button on the IV, dosing Sam back into sweet oblivion.
Her last thought was how she planned to kill that Bitch slowly.
Chapter 6
Uri tilted his face up to the brisk ocean breeze currently cooling his skin, still heated and smelling like sex. He hadn’t had the time to shower before leaving. His hound, currently doing his thing, had made it clear his needs were urgent.
He only felt mildly relaxed from his time at the club. Rolling some of the renewed tension out of his shoulders, he willed his dick to relax. His damn cock was never fully sated anymore. That was as close as it got. He should have stayed and taken another, but when his goddess had gone, he’d lost interest in further release. He’d been close to tracking her. The urge had gotten almost impossible to fight.
Instead, he’d gone to his Earth home and taken the hound out to a European coast. He’d allow the beast roam before taking him into a city. The cities were the perfect feeding ground for the animal’s needs. He appeared as any young pup would, marking every bush and tree. The animal was the size of a fully grown Great Dane, shaped like a Doberman, and he had bright crimson eyes. The biggest difference was that he needed to feed off of evil energies. There were always plenty of human predators lurking in dark alleyways, making that a simple enough task. That was Havoc’s main food source, and since it didn’t do anything but fuel him, Uri didn’t give a damn. He shook his head at what had become of his existence. Housing a Hell beast? Shit.
He had enough issues being obsessed with a Demi-Goddess he couldn’t have. Not without serious repercussions. It was bad enough that he was starting to care less for about those consequences. It was becoming more and more difficult not to search for her. Punish her hot little body for denying him so long. He would push her up against the nearest structure and fuck her hard and fast, finally quenching his thirst for her. She was so damn perfect, with her flat stomach, high succulent tits, and a round little ass just begging to be bent over anything he could find. He doubted his thirst would be satisfied with one hot fuck.
He scrubbed the back of his hair, pulling at the longish, dark strands. He couldn’t go after her. It would put the Guardians in a position that would have Drake pissed as shit. They needed the help that Alexandra and her dumbass twin brothers provided. He was just asking for a beating from Drake if he ever decided to take what he wanted.
The night was crisp and clear, like many a night on the Scottish coast. Moonlight lit the path ahead as he stood taking deep, cleansing breaths of fresh salty air. He enjoyed the coast. He’d chosen a quiet wooded area to walk Havoc and clear his mind before heading to the city. Life had become so monotonous, especially in the last century. The beast brought him some amusement when things rarely entertained him anymore. He grinned. It’d never get old watching the hellhound inflict damage on the evil bastards that Uri couldn’t harm. The consequences were generally too high, as most deserved death.
Blowing out a breath, he watched the beast wag his bobbed tail, head buried in the bushes.
As always, his mind came back to her. His body thrummed with images of what his little goddess was doing to take the edge off her arousal. Arousal he’d given her with the show that he and Gregoire had provided.
He pictured her pleasuring herself, spread and bare in candlelight, lying across an altar in one of the ancient temples, a sacrifice of old. Slim fingers frantic, back bowed. Full breasts lifted up in offering while needy moans filtered through the white silk curtains as they billowed out to the seas. Silky, midnight hair flowing around her as half-lidded sapphire eyes beckoned.
He groaned at the fantasy. He needed to lose his damn hard on before taking the beast hunting. Thoughts like that weren’t helping. In reality, she may be taking her pleasure, but he doubted she’d be alone. She was a fucking knock out, made the lingerie models on T.V. look homely. She likely had several lovers. The thought caused his teeth to clench. Why was he feeling possessive of her? They’d never spoken, not even before the Exile. All they knew of each other was the game of voyeurism that they’d engaged in for longer than he remembered.
Not for the first time, he wondered how she’d escaped being banished to Tetartos. It was a mystery the Guardians had never solved. He doubted they’d ever uncover those answers.
He remembered hearing of the uproar when Athena rescued her mate quickly after his transformation in the labs. Uri was captured shortly after that had happened. Apollo and Hermes had been furious that their sister had been able to make it into their compound.
Athena was one of the few Gods not to succumb to the draw of dark energies. Not that it saved her or her mate in the end. They were together, not only exiled, but put into sleep by the Creators. The locations were kept secret, only the Guardians knew, and watched diligently to ensure the assholes continued their slumber.
He hated memories of that time. He was denied his vengeance against Apollo, Hermes, Ares and Artemis when the Creators merely sent them to sleep, saying they would someday be needed. Uri couldn’t see there ever being a reason to wake those fucks. Unless it was to kill them as they deserved. Apollo and Hermes had been sick bastards while attempting to create the perfect army of Immortal warriors. Then, Ares and Artemis attacked, and slaughtered all the young in the bastards’ training facilities, right before the Creators came back. His fists balled. No, they did not deserve a peaceful nap. Conn had the God’s locations under constant video surveillance and they were checked often. Drake did not dare tempt any of their ranks with vengeance against the sleeping Deities. It was a task he handled personally.
Looking down the dirt path, he saw the Hellhound digging for something. Dirt flew everywhere in the animal’s frantic attempt to uncover whatever he’d found. His frown lessened. The pup had been close to dragon food when Uri had helped him. The dragon had just chewed his mother hound to bits, and was making its way toward the pu
p. He still wasn’t sure what had come over him, Uri had put a thought of bigger, juicer prey running in the opposite direction inside the fire breather’s mind. He was able to conjure and implant illusion into any mind with incredible ease, so it wasn’t like he had exerted himself to help the young beast.
He shook his head. Hellhounds had been a collective pain in the Guardians’ asses for centuries. The animals were among the Tria’s favorite party favors for them.
The small animal had been covered in all kinds of nasty shit and had made whining noises as Uri had started walking away. Then he’d felt a pang in his gut, pity maybe, though he’d be fucked before admitting that shit to anyone. As he had moved further away, the whining grew. He remembered thinking that he’d given the little bastard more of a chance than he should have by sending the dragon in the opposite direction. He’d stood there shaking his head before returning, cursing vividly. He had wrapped the gooey pup up in his jacket, one he’d trashed the fucking minute he’d gotten home. The whining had stopped the second Uri picked the bastard up, at least that had been something.
If he’d left, Havoc would have died. That was if he’d been lucky, being eaten by one of the larger more dangerous beasts that resided in Hell Realm might have been a preferable fate to being enslaved to the demon Tria by blood bond. Both options were pretty fucked in Uri’s estimation. But, if anything, he should have taken the animal to Sirena, the Guardian healer. She would have loved to research Havoc. He still had no clue why he hadn’t done that.