by Alta Hensley
“Don’t go easy on that bitch!”
“Make her scream!”
“Break her good, Decker. Break her fucking good!”
Whistles, cheers, screams of pure hate and sick vileness suffocated the room.
The mortification that all eyes were on her ass as Decker spanked her like a God damn schoolgirl was by far worse than the actual sting of his hand. Although his slaps eventually increased in severity, and Jessa could no longer hold back the cries. They betrayed her by escaping her tightly closed lips. It fucking hurt! It fucking hurt bad!
“Stop! Stop, you motherfucker!” she screamed between each searing blow. “Stop and just fuck me already.” Anything was better than this awful show of power.
Decker continued to spank as he spoke. “Oh, I will fuck you. But not by your command, but by my own. I am the dictator. I am your God. And trust me, little girl, when I do fuck you, you will be begging for it again and again. You won’t be able to get enough. I will be like a fucking drug to you.” He continued bringing blow after blow to her bottom. The shouts from the onlookers almost formed a wave of deafening music that set the backdrop to her tortuous soundtrack. “You will be nothing but a junkie shaking in need for my touch.”
If Jessa could kill the man right now, she would. She would gouge his eyeballs out with her nails and force him to eat them if she could. She would grab his balls, rip them from his body, and laugh as he bled out in front of her. She would torture him. Beat him. Tear his flesh from his bones. Oh, how she despised each and every man who stood in this room. Vengeance would be hers. Yes, even if it was on her dying breath, she would have her motherfucking vengeance.
As if the Gods of mercy gave her one last blessing, Decker finally stopped his assault. The fire lashes from his palm were replaced with a deep throbbing now that her ass had time to process the pain. Fire and brimstone were replaced with a deep surge from her bottom all the way to the lips of her pussy. As much as she tried to fight the sensation of animalistic pleasure, the tsunami wave of lust washed over every inch of her sex, leaving her wet and wanting.
Decker leaned forward and whispered in her ear again. “It’s important that you listen and do exactly what I say from this moment on. Your life depends on it.” His voice seemed… softer, the sharp edge of venom erased. Jessa looked over her shoulder and stared into his eyes that were blue once again. Odd.
Maybe she should have listened, heeded the man’s warning, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t submit willingly. “Go to hell,” she hissed.
His blue eyes darkened again and he shook his head, clearly deeply disappointed in her answer. He shoved his index finger into her mouth, almost gagging her with how far he forced it in. “Suck it. Make it nice and wet, because I’m about to put it up your ass. Make it slick, baby, unless you like pain.”
Hoots and hollers once again followed his crass command.
Any sign of softness vanished as he moved his finger around the inside of her mouth, collecting every ounce of moisture she had in it. Jesus, why did her pussy pulsate at the thought of what he was about to do?
“You should have listened to me,” he said under his breath, again just loud enough for her to hear with all the noise around them. “Now I have to fuck you for all to see.”
His spit-covered finger penetrated her ass without any warning.
She cried out as the biting pain sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. His finger claimed her in the darkest of ways. He thrust it in even deeper, stabbing at whatever shield she had put up. With each pump in and out of his invasive digit, her wall of resistance crumbled.
“Fuck her in the ass,” someone called out.
“Fuck her like an animal,” another screamed.
“No,” Rune’s voice boomed. “Breed the bitch.”
“Yes, she’s mine. I claim her as mine,” Decker declared as he pumped his finger in and out of her ass, causing Jessa to involuntarily moan. She hated herself for doing so, but couldn’t hold back her mews as she gyrated against the edge of the bed. Her clit demanded attention, and she tried her best to meet the need without being so bold and reaching down with her hand—although the thought definitely crossed her mind. What would these bastards care, anyway? But then again, she didn’t want them all jacking off to her sexual act.
Decker thrust his finger as deep as he possibly could and leaned toward her ear once more. “I’m going to fuck you. Allow me. Don’t fight me. Trust me when I tell you this. Let go of your pride and just open your legs and allow this.”
He pulled his finger out, and she could hear him pulling his pants down. She knew. She could hear him, sense him, feel his sexual presence without even having to look over her shoulder. He would fuck her… and God help her—she would allow him to.
It wasn’t a scream that escaped her lips when his cock penetrated her wet pussy. It wasn’t a curse, or a demand for him to stop. It was a gasp of delight, followed by a moan of pleasure. Her mind screamed to resist, yet her body demanded her to yield. He was inside her, balls deep. She was one with the devil. Evil had merged with her soul, and all light that held on by a thread became conquered by the darkness of Decker’s possession.
Over and over his cock thrust. It didn’t feel like any other fucking of her life. No, this was primal.
Primal fucking. Yes, this was nothing but a primal fucking. In, out, in, out. There was a rhythm. There was a cadence. Her body marched in cadence to his possession. His cock conquered her pussy. Simple. There was no way to describe it other than simple. His hard cock entered her wet pussy without any thought. This was normal. Well, at least this was normal in his fucking world. Put a cock in a pussy, cum in her deep to ensure it takes hold, and then walk away. Fuck, cum, breed. Simple.
Her pussy stung. It burned from the inside out. It scorched her core. It decimated all that was good left inside. All that was left was fucking evil. All that was left was rape, conquer, demand, hate, and beauty. A dark, awful, alluring beauty. Fucking beauty. That was what there was. Nothing but dark, fucking beauty.
Jessa had blocked out the sounds of the voyeurs, but clearly Decker hadn’t. “Everyone get the fuck out. I want to have what is mine in peace. Get out and let me be,” he demanded as he continued to desecrate her body with his driving force.
All the men did as if he’d asked respectfully. Not a single argument was given, nor a sign of resistance. They all clearly saw this Decker guy as a leader, and one to follow directions from.
When the door closed behind the last man, Decker stopped his motions and pulled his cock out of her without warning. The action actually had her moaning in need. She wanted it back. She wanted evil to enter her again.
“Did you come in me?” she asked.
“No.” One word, stated so simply, yet leaving her so baffled.
She looked over her shoulder to find Decker walking over to a dresser. He pulled out one of his shirts and tossed it to her. “Put this on.”
Confused, she rose up from the bed and looked at the shirt and then back at him. Why had he stopped?
“I said put it on. Then get into bed.”
Jessa followed his command, unsure of what was to come. The change in his persona was completely different than the monster who fucked her only seconds before. A whiplash of emotions surged through her.
When she pulled the shirt over her head, concealing her body for the first time since the kidnap, she asked, “What are you doing? I don’t understand.” Why was he not finishing what he started? Why was he covering her up? Had she disgusted him somehow? And why was she feeling a sense of disappointment?
Decker walked over to the bed and pulled down the blankets. “Get into bed.” He looked at her for a minute and studied her. “I’m not going to chain you up unless you even give me a hint you will try to escape.”
Jessa nodded and did as he asked, still confused as to why he wouldn’t finish fucking her, but happy to have it all come to an end. The silence in the room was by far the greatest reward.
She crawled into a ball on the far edge of the bed and closed her eyes. Exhausted, scared, and uncertain of what was to come, she knew that right now she just needed sleep. Sleep would be her only escape from this awful nightmare.
Decker crawled into the bed beside her but kept his hands to himself. “Goodnight,” his husky voice said in not much more than a whisper. “By the way, what’s your name?”
“Jessa. My name is Jessa.”
“Goodnight, Jessa. Sleep tight.” Simple words of humanity spoken by a monster.
Chapter 4
She woke up in the middle of the night, with the sharp chill in the air and vengeance pumping through her veins. She didn’t want to feel his breath or feel his heart beat through the thin cotton of his t-shirt she was wearing. She wanted to kill him. Torture him. And God help her… she wanted to fuck him. Fuck him hard over and over again.
A moment of peace as he slept. A moment of safety as his arm lay draped over her naked body. A moment of feeling like a loved woman after a night of passion and lust-filled lovemaking. An illusion. The full moon cast a strong beam of light into the room, only illuminating her harsh reality. She was a captive in bed with her captor. She had only herself to hold on to, even though her strength was fading. A strength turning into a pool of thick dark weakness, threatening to suffocate her in despair.
Fuck Decker. Fuck him straight to hell. And yet, as he slept, she remembered small glimpses of his humanity. There were many. He gave her small peeks into his soul that showed he wasn’t all black inside.
She ran her fingertips along the outline of a tattoo of a black crow on his chest. Its wings were spread wide, its sharp beak pointing toward the sky. Did it represent death? Did it represent death he brought on to others? Death he had brought on to him? The dark crow. The blackness. Why? Why would he want the memory of death forever branded into his flesh?
“Decker?” Jessa whispered, breaking the silence of the room. She looked up at his face as he slept. He looked so peaceful, gentle, and even kind. This was not the rough man who had punished her in front of a roomful of men and then took her against her will. This sleeping man was not a monster. “Decker,” she said again a little louder.
His eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to look at her. “You should be asleep,” he said in a scratchy voice.
“Am I going to die?” She had to know the truth.
“Go to sleep.”
“Are you planning on killing me?”
“No.”
“Then breeding me instead?” He hadn’t finished doing it earlier in the night, which still left her confused. “You want a baby. A blonde, blue-eyed baby. Maybe I can give you that, but this baby will be nothing but black eyes and black hair, all drowning in a black heart. Black. A baby of goodness will never come from this. You are breeding death! You are breeding hate!”
“Would you rather I kill you?” He took a calming breath. “Did my discipline earlier not teach you anything? You should be afraid of me, not poking the bear.”
The craziest thing of all was that she wasn’t afraid of him at all. She didn’t hate him… although she should. No, rather she had this pull, this need to know him more. Yes, she had lost her ever-fucking mind. She had always been one to fall for the bad boy, but this was going too far.
Was it possible to love all that was bad? If there was only bad that coursed through a man’s blood, was it possible to love him? Could she forgive the taking? Could she forgive the devil? Could she? No… no. She couldn’t. She couldn’t!
So why? Why did she want him? Why did she want to be held? If he gave her one ounce of affection, it would be all over. She would be his, and only his. One touch, one kind word, one soft look. That was all it would take, and she would be his. Did he know how simple it would be to win this war? He would be the victor if only he used one weapon… kindness. That was all it would take, and she would forever be his slave. Her body already wanted him, as much as she hated to admit it, it was the truth.
“I know you aren’t like the rest of those men,” she declared, voicing her deep-rooted belief.
“No, I am not,” he agreed with a sigh.
“Then why? Why?”
He took a deep breath and then positioned himself on his side, propping his head up with his arm. They were so close, but Jessa didn’t move in the slightest. She didn’t feel she needed to.
“You aren’t going to go to sleep, are you?”
“How can I? I don’t know where I am. I have no idea what will happen to me when I wake up. I’m in bed with a man who is supposed to become the father of my child or even children. And apparently I am now owned by you.”
“What if I told you that everything would soon work itself out? That if you trust me and do exactly as I tell you, you will be able to walk away from this alive and a free woman. Can you do that for just another couple of days, tops?”
Jessa shook her head, more confused than ever. “What are you talking about? What do I have to do to be free again?”
“Trust me.”
“Right! Coming from a man who just beat me.”
“I didn’t beat you, I spanked you. And trust me, if I were any other man in the room, it would have been an actual beating you received—one that you would barely survive. I did what I had to do to make it seem I was putting you in your place, but still not harming you. I was giving you warnings to listen to me, but you were too stubborn and stupid to listen.”
Jessa absorbed his words. “So you were intentionally not trying to hurt me?” She studied his face. “Why? And why didn’t you finish coming in me? Kind of hard to have a baby if you don’t come in me. Takes away the whole breeding thing.”
Decker smiled for the first time since she had met him. “Yes, well, breeding with you wasn’t my intent. Again, I had to do just enough to satisfy Rune and his men. I had to give the illusion that I was claiming you as mine to them, so they wouldn’t take you for themselves.”
“Rune and his men? You make it sound like you aren’t part of the group. From the looks of it, they seem to really respect you as one of the leaders. I was saved for you, after all.”
Decker sighed again. “You ask too many questions.”
“Do you blame me?”
He shook his head looking exasperated. The way he casually spoke and lay only inches from her face—it was as if they were two long time lovers having a midnight chat deeply in love. This wasn’t the way a captor and his captive should be conversing, and yet it was how they were.
“I’m lying in a bed in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by crazy men who are trying to turn this place into an Aryan baby factory. I’m wearing the shirt of the man who is supposed to be my master, or owner, or whatever. But of course, that is after I was stripped completely naked, spanked like a little girl, and then fucked for all to watch. Oh, and don’t get me started on being chained by the neck and put in a room with other sex slaves. If I were to somehow escape and actually tell the cops this story, they would have me committed. My life has become one insane incident after the other the minute I decided to drive to West Virginia.”
“You aren’t from West Virginia?” he asked.
“No, I was foolishly coming here for an escape from reality.” She gave a wicked laugh. “Well, I sure did get one. I stepped into a fucking Stephen King novel.”
Decker chuckled lightly. “You are feisty and have a twisted sense of humor. I like you.”
“Well, excuse me if I don’t tell you the same thing.”
He nodded. “No, I don’t expect you to.” His smile disappeared, and he grew serious. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“Yes, believe it or not, but this monster that you have seen in me is not who I really am. Although, I have been here so long pretending to be that I’m not sure if it is what I have truly become. Sometimes I wonder myself.” He sighed before adding, “I’m not the same as these men. I don’t expect you to believe that, but I’m not.”
“Then why? Why are yo
u here being part of it? Why did you do the things to me you did, if you aren’t a monster?”
“To save you. I did what I felt I had to do to save you from someone else doing it and doing it much worse. I’m here for good…” He paused and turned to his side, his back facing her. “We’ve talked enough. Go to sleep.”
Jessa placed her hand on his shoulder, pulling him back onto his back. “No, please tell me what you were going to say. I can tell there is more. I feel it.”
Decker studied her for a moment and then spoke. “I shouldn’t be saying anything, but I need you to play the part.”
“Part?”
“Yes, of my sex slave.”
“Even though you don’t plan on making me one? Why? You have others?” This man was making no sense at all.
“I don’t have any sex slaves. You are the first I have claimed, and the only reason I did so is because I know it will all be over in two days. I couldn’t save all the other women from being taken against their will, but I could save you. When I saw you walk into my cabin, I knew that if I said you were mine, I could keep you safe just long enough for…” He paused and swallowed hard. “I wanted to keep you close to me until the raid.”
Jessa’s heart skipped. “Raid?” She sat up in disbelief.
Decker also sat up and turned to face her directly. “My name is Captain Decker Cassidy with the U.S Army Delta Force. My mission was to infiltrate this group of sick fucks and bring the bastards down. I’ve been working on breaking this militia ring for a year now, and the mission is about to come to an end.”
“Delta Force? You mean, you are here to save me? To save all these women?”
He nodded. “Yes, but it’s crucial that we keep you here in my cabin away from Rune and his men. It won’t be hard for them to believe that I would keep you locked up and to myself during this initial breeding and claiming phase. It’s the only reason I took you in.”
“So the government does know about his place?”
“Yes.”
“Then why the fuck haven’t you all done something about it sooner? There are women being tortured, raped, and even killed! You have been here the whole time just watching it and doing nothing!”