Greenmatter: Revenge of the Maeville Ghost

by Daniel North

  The act of Harvie’s cock sliding over my tongue made me gag instantly. He tasted salty and sweet, which would have been bearable, but the smell of his sweat and musk mixed into the taste. I tried to just imagine Harvie’s penis as Hood’s, but the stupid drug still messed with my imagination and wouldn’t even let me have that. The smell of Harvie’s musk was just too unique and took away any illusion of it being anyone else’s.

  I pushed away from him and took a gasp of air.

  Harvie pushed me back over his cock and grabbed my hair with both hands. He groaned with pleasure and pushed himself down my throat. His long cock touched the back of my throat causing me to gag again. He pulled me back and pushed me over him again, his cock sliding even deeper and into my throat.

  My eyes watered with the invasion of my airway. I couldn’t breath with him inside me.

  Harvie pulled me off him, allowing me to take a deep gasp of air. He smiled down at me and said, “I’ve waited too long for this,” then pushed me back over his cock. He moved in and out of my mouth slowly at first, but soon got rougher. He hurt my scalp as he grabbed handfuls of my hair and violently started face fucking me.

  I gasped what precious air I could between jabs of Harvie’s cock, but it wasn’t enough. My chest heaved and burned for air. Finally, Harvie pulled me off him. “Gha,” I breathed. Saliva and precum bubbled out of my mouth as I gasped a few deep breaths of oxygen into my lungs. Tears streamed down my face and I knew my eye shadow was running. The break didn’t last more then a couple seconds.

  Harvie pushed me back over him and resumed face fucking me.

  I continued trying to breath air between jabs, but my head started to spin from the lack of oxygen. I felt like I was going to pass out. Between one jab I inhaled hard, but then convulsed when saliva hit the back of my throat. Harvie pulled me off him and I broke into a fit of coughing as I choked on my own saliva. When I recovered, I looked to Harvie, who was smiling at me with cruel satisfaction.

  “That look suits you,” Harvie said, then pulled his pants to his hips. When he finished, he reached down and grabbed me violently by the hair, then started walking.

  I grabbed Harvie’s wrist as he dragged me, letting out cries of pain when hairs tore from my scalp. I kicked my legs trying to get them underneath me, but every time I failed it only made the pain worse.

  Harvie pulled me into the lit office down the hall and dumped me on the floor. “Step into my office,” he said and closed the door behind him.

  I spit the saliva and precum out of my mouth, then wiped the remainder away with the back of my hand. I looked up at Harvie with hatred. The second my head cleared of whatever drug he used; I was going to destroy him.

  Harvie turned from the door to look down at me. “Still got some fire in your eyes, good,” He said, then reached down and pulled me back up. Violently, Harvie pushed me against the door, my cheeks and breasts squished against the glass. He pressed his body against mine and brought his face close. “Means, it will take longer for me to break you,” he said into my ear, then squeezed my ass.

  “You’ll never break me you son of a bitch,” I said defiantly.

  Harvie chuckled, “I hope your right. Keeps things more interesting.” He slapped my ass, then began groping me again.

  I growled in anger.

  Harvie’s hand slid between my legs, and I felt Harvie’s finger slid up my ass crack. He brushed forcefully over my asshole, causing me to tense up involuntarily.

  “This costume does incredible things for your body, Greenmatter. It’s almost a shame what I’m going to do to it,” Harvie whisper in my ear. He then pulled me from the door and pushed me over the desk.

  “Noo!” I shouted. I fought to get back up and pushed away from the desk. I couldn’t let him do this, I had to fight him. Harvie pressed up behind me and I swung my elbow back. My nerves exploded down my forearm as I hit my funny bone, but I managed to connect with Harvie’s brow.

  Harvie snarled in annoyance and grabbed my hair. He slammed my head hard on the desk twice.

  Stars exploded in my vision, and my muscles went weak. I tried to push up again, but it felt like my head was 800 pounds.

  Harvie kicked my legs wide. A moment later, I felt his hand trace down my ass, leg, then back up my inner thigh.

  I cringed at the sensation.

  Harvie’s hand continued up my leg and his fingers rubbed my sex slowly through my costume. “You can’t stop me,” he said.

  “You don’t have to do this,” I groaned.

  “Your right, I don’t have too, but I want too,” Harvie said, his hand slid over my sex and up to the tear over my belly. He then pulled down hard. The material of my costume strained against him and it seemed like it wasn’t going to break, but with a loud tear it was torn open from my crotch to ass.

  I winced at the sound. I wanted to fight back, to stop Harvie, but my body wasn’t strong enough. I heard Harvie’s belt jingle and fall to the floor. A moment later I felt his cock brushed over the lips of my sex.

  Not like this.

  Harvie abruptly pushed himself inside me.

  I screamed and bucked, trying to get Harvie out of me. I began clenching the walls of my sex to try denying him entry if he pulled out.

  Harvie pushed me back down, then pulled himself out of me, then pushed in again harder, regardless of how hard I clenched. “Fuck that’s tight. Keep doing that,” Harvie groaned.

  He liked it. I was trying to stop him, and he was liking it.

  Harvie increased his pace and started fucking me over the desk, his slick cock sliding back and forth over my G-spot. His hips audibly slapped against my ass and the desk shook under me from his thrusts.

  I let out cries of pain and gasps of… pleasure. That wasn’t fair. He couldn’t do that to me. My body betrayed me as it became stimulated from Harvie’s fucking. Blood engorged my clit, making it sensitive to the friction, and nerve endings relayed signals of pleasure to my brain. I let out a sob of dismay at the confusing sensation. I was being raped and my body was being stimulated by it.

  “That’s a good girl, give into it,” Harvie said between thrusts.

  “No,” I objected. I wasn’t going to allow myself to give into this, regardless of what my body felt.

  Harvie fucked harder.

  The slapping of Harvie’s hips against my ass and the sound of his grunts, reverberated through the small room. Although, they weren’t the only sounds. Accompanying the sounds, were the sobbing moans of pleasure I tired to suppress.

  Tension was coiling in my body. I grabbed the edges of the desk and squeezed. All the muscles in my body were contracting. I wasn’t going to… I wouldn’t let him…

  Fuck, I couldn’t stop it.

  Chapter 10

  A tide of pleasure washed over me, shaking me to my core as I climaxed. The walls of my pussy clenched over Harvie’s dick, and I let out a scream of pleasure.

  Harvie howled in turn and the sensation of his hot seed spread in my womb. He fell on me and breathed hard. “That was everything I imagined it to be,” He said. He pulled out of me, allowing warm ejaculate to drip down my thigh from my pussy.

  I was furious with Harvie. I was furious with myself.

  Harvie grabbed a handful of my remaining costume that covered my back and threw me to the floor as he got up.

  I curled in on myself and shivered. Aftershocks of my orgasm made my abs spasm. I looked up at Harvie with contempt as my head nodded with each aftershock and said, “You bastard.”

  Harvie chuckled at me. He pulled his pants up, then walked around the desk to pull the big leather chair around to sit in. He put his feet up on the desk and leaned back as he watched me on the ground. “I knew you’d enjoy it. I always leave a woman satisfied, whether they like it or not,” He said.

  “I’ll kill you,” I said through clenched teeth. I pushed myself up so that my torso was off the floor.

  “Not a very hero-like thing to say,” Harvie said mockingly. He took in a d
eeply satisfied breath and said, “I’m going to need some time before I’m ready to go again. In the meantime, your going to tell me who you are, where you live, and what you do for a living when not wearing that mask, or I’m going to take it from you.”

  “Go fuck yourself,” I said. I wasn’t going to tell him anything, he could beat me all he wanted. I knew his drug wouldn’t last forever; in time I’d making him suffer. I’d strip the skin off his back and graft his fucking balls to his forehead.

  Harvie frowned, then got up from the chair to stand over me. He backhanded me hard, making me fall backdown. He grabbed me by the face, squishing my cheeks together. “I gave you a chance to be civil, but now I’m taking this away,” he said, then grabbed the edge of my mask and tore it from my face.

  The mask was held on by an adhesive and it felt like Harvie ripped a piece of tape from my face when he tore it off.

  I winced at the feeling and looked to where my mask lay. Harvie had cast it aside like a child casually discarding the wrappings of a present. My mask was supposed to be a symbol, a beacon of hope for the people of this city, the face of Greenmatter. Yet, Harvie had removed it with out ceremony, without hesitation. In that moment, I realized Harvie didn’t want to just defeat Greenmatter, he wanted to defeat me.

  Harvie studied my face for a moment, then his eyebrows went up. “You’re the whore from Ethan’s meeting,” He said with a snort, then threw me to the ground. “I knew there was something familiar about the bimbo on Byrne’s lap, but I just couldn’t place it,” he added as he looked down at me. He then said thoughtfully, “So, that’s how you and your gang of cops hit us so effectively. You knew it was a trap.” Harvie squeezed his crotch and said, “Gets me hard thinking I could have fucked you at the club this morning without even knowing it was you.” Harvie’s eyes narrowed. “But hairy Byrne found you first, I guess. Your either smarter than I thought or just lucky enough to find the one person who could get you into Ethan’s meeting.” He started walking circles around me and asked, “You let Byrne fuck in the backrooms before the meeting, didn’t you?”

  I got a bitter taste in my mouth and looked away from Harvie at the mention of Byrne.

  “Did I strike a nerve?” Harvie asked mockingly. “You must have left quite an impression on the guy for him to drag you around like that. And don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing under the table during the meeting.” Harvie added.

  I shivered at the memory of Byrne’s cum on my leg and said quietly, “Shut up.”

  Harvie just continued as if I hadn’t said anything. “I heard Byrne’s a bit of an ass man and judging by how red yours was walking into that meeting, I think I answered my own question. I’ve never really tried it myself, but they say there’s no time like the present,” Harvie said, then a grin spread over his face.

  My eyes widened at the realization of what Harvie wanted to do and I looked up at him. He wouldn’t. I’ve never. “No please, not that,” I said crawling backwards from Harvie.

  Harvie smirked at my reaction and walked towards me.

  I rolled over, ran for the door, and turned the knob. It was locked. “No!” I screamed. When did he lock it? I rammed my shoulder into the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

  Harvie grabbed my costume by the tears in the back and threw me to the floor.

  I heard my costume tear and could feel a large piece was missing from my back as I landed on the floor. I tried to crawl away but didn’t get far before Harvie’s boot pushed my face into the ground, leaving my ass in the air. I whimpered in distress.

  “Going somewhere?” Harvie asked.

  “Get off me,” I said struggling under Harvie. I heard his belt get yanked from his pants. I tried to reach for my ability, but still couldn’t get a hold of it.

  Harvie’s belt whipped across my ass.

  “AHH!” I grasped in surprise. Searing pain flashed across my ass.

  “This city doesn’t need you,” Harvie said, then cracked his belt over my ass again.

  “Nahaaa!” I gasped and flinched from his strike. I thought Byrne’s slaps had hurt at the club, but Harvie’s belt was unbearable. My hands clawed at the ground trying to pull myself away, but I was pinned under Harvie’s boot.

  Harvie’s belt came over my ass again and said, “You walk around in that sexy costume showing off your body to everyone.” He struck again. “You’re a tease,” He added.

  “Harvie, stop,” I sobbed, flinching again from another strike across my ass. My ass burned.

  “I’m not stopping until there’s nothing left. You fucked my reputation as the city’s greatest thief,” Harvie said then whipped me again. “I’ll destroy you, like you destroyed my career,” he continued.

  I hissed from his whipping, tensing up in anticipation for his next strike.

  “You had it coming,” I breathed out.

  “What!?” Harvie snarled. He whipped me hard, but instead of the whip coming across my ass it went between my legs, cracking over my pussy and asshole.

  My eyes bulged and I let out a piercing scream of pain. I never felt something so agonizingly intense in my life. Tears streamed down my eyes, blurring my vision. I grabbed my pussy and tried to cover it from Harvie.

  “You think I had it coming?” Harvie yelled, then whipped my hands with the belt.

  Searing fire marked my hands and I retracted them immediately.

  Harvie threw the belt against the wall lifted his boot from me. “I’ll show you who had it coming,” Harvie said then I heard his pants drop. He’s boots and socks came off next, one of them bounced by my head and hit the desk with a thud.

  Harvie’s bare foot came onto my head and squished my cheek into the carpet of the floor.

  I realized what Harvie was lining himself up for and bucked, trying to get him off me.

  Harvie spit on my asshole.

  “Don’t do this!” I screamed.

  “You had this coming,” Harvie said and pressed the tip of his cock against me asshole.

  Fear overtook me at the thought of Harvie in my ass. “Let me go. Let me go. Let me go!” I screamed. I struggled underneath him, pitching my pelvis up and down to shake off his cock. He slipped away once, but that was it. I was panicking.

  Harvie laughed then pushed his cock into my asshole.

  I gasped and continued to breath in as Harvie pushed further. It felt wrong, alien, like I was being filled.

  Harvie slapped my ass hard.

  I flinched from the slap and sobbed once, which caused me to relax momentarily. It had been a mistake. I took in a deeply shaken gasp as Harvie took advantage of my slight relaxation and plunged himself entirely into my ass.

  “No,” I breathed.

  “Oh fuck yes,” Harvie said with a groan. He pulled back and pushed in again hard. His pelvis smacked into my ass causing it to jiggle.

  The impaling sensation made me shudder. My body was frozen in place. I began panting in strained gasps as Harvie started to fuck my ass.

  This was wrong, so wrong. Anal was too much. The stimulus was an overload of pain, pleasure, and sensation all at once. I couldn’t process the anger, shame, and violation I felt. There was only the sensation. I couldn’t fight back even if I wanted too.

  “Ghaaa,” I breathed. An orgasm sent electric shivers through my body and tears into my eyes.

  Harvie growled and got faster. He wasn’t done. He kept pounding into my ass. “Rhaaa!” He snarled animalistically.

  I orgasmed again, each time my body getting more lip and my ass become even more sensitive. It was just too much. I started screaming with each thrust, as the overload was becoming more pain then pleasure.

  The glass door shattered behind us.

  “Greenmatter?” a familiar voice asked, then shouted, “You son of a bitch!”

  Harvie’s dick was pulled out of my ass and I collapsed onto my side. The sensation sending another orgasm though my body. I suddenly felt hollow and I began sobbing.

  There was a commotion going
on in the room. Flesh hitting flesh and bookshelves collapsing. A window shattered and there was heavy breathing.

  “You scum! You worm! Violator!” Hood shouted. I could hear fleshy impacts with each sentence. He hollered with strain, then more glass shattered along with something heavy and wooden snapping.

  Harvie let out a cough then laughed. “I-I give up,” he said.

  Hood hollered some more, and I could hear more fleshy impacts.

  “You, you have to ta-take me in,” Harvie wheezed.

  More heavy fleshy impacts.

  “Please, I surrender!” Harvie wailed.

  Hood breathed heavily; then plastic things started to clatter against the floor. “That was for me, this is for her,” Hood snarled.

  “No, NOO-” Harvie screamed, before he was interrupted by a wet cracking noise, followed by something heavy bouncing and rolling across the floor.

  Silence followed, broken only by Hood’s heavy breathing.

  Glass crunched under boots as someone approached me. A big hand slipped under my shoulders, then under my knees.

  “It’s okay. He’s gone. I’m here and we’re get out of this place,” Hood said gently. He then lifted me up and started walking over the glass.

  I closed my eyes, pressed my face against Hood’s chest, and cried.

  Hood didn’t say anything, but I could feel his heavy muscles contract and relax in smoldering anger.

  I shivered and curled in on myself. Not long after I fell asleep in Hood’s arms.

  Chapter 11

  I woke up in a large bed in a small room. My body ached, heavy with pain and my head pulsed with a severe migraine.

  Looked around the room, I found it to be plain. The walls were barren, and the only furniture was a dresser and a nightstand. The only thing on the nightstand was a lamp, a glass of water, and a bottle of painkillers. When I inhaled, there was a familiar sent in the air.

  This was a man’s bed. This was Hood’s bed. Under normal circumstances the thought of laying in Hood’s bed would stir things inside me, but I was sore in all the wrong places.