by Sam West
No, Mark’s right, it’s best to wait.
“I’ve gotta nip out, bro. Got some tools to pick up from B and Q.”
“I told you I should’ve been here today. You could’ve got them by now.”
“Yeah. And I told you we gotta keep things normal. Now, are you two kids gonna be alright here alone?”
“Yeah.”
It took a lot of effort for Steven to push that one, simple word out because his throat was suddenly so constricted.
I’m gonna be alone with her…
A ton of lurid images slammed into his mind. She was his, all his, and he could do whatever he wanted with her…
“Don’t you go fucking her,” Mark warned as if he could read his mind. “We gotta a deal, remember? We want her fighting fit, she needs to be fresh for the film.”
The dirty thoughts were pushed back a bit. But not completely.
“Yeah.”
“You can have some fun, but not too much fun. We clear?”
“Yeah. Crystal.”
Mark smirked. “Nah, Crystal’s dead, mate. I’ll see you later, bro.”
Steven had to sit down on the sofa because his legs were shaking so badly. He stared down at Julie who was all his wet-dreams come true, and listened to his brother starting up the van and reversing out of the drive.
At last, they were alone. Steven stared down at her and she stared back, her eyes wild and terrified above the gag. It looked like she had taken a blow to the head as her right cheekbone was swollen and already bruising. It did nothing to dim her beauty, though and Steven had to look away for a moment to compose himself. She was so fucking hot that staring too long at her was like looking directly at a solar eclipse – do it for too long and it might burn out your eyes.
“So,” he said, trying to ignore his hard, throbbing cock. “Here we are.”
She said something in reply, but of course, he couldn’t hear her.
But oh, how he wanted to hear. How he had dreamed of this day where she would be all his, where she would be hanging off his every word. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist.
He leaned down and ripped the tape off her mouth.
*****
She gasped down air, not quite believing that Steven had removed the tape covering her mouth. Hope fluttered in her belly, but she pushed it all the way down – she was far from free yet.
“Steven,” she gasped, which gave way to a coughing fit. “You have to unite me,” she managed to get out when the coughing had subsided.
His face hardened, and she knew she had said the wrong thing. Mentally she kicked herself. She had to get it together otherwise she was as good as dead.
She had to play him. Grant’s words echoed in her head:
He’s got a crush on you...
There had to be some way she could use that to her advantage. All she had to do was bloody think.
“That ain’t gonna happen, Julie.”
She closed her eyes for a second, trying to organise her muddled, frantic thoughts. She opened them again and held his gaze, trying her upmost to keep her expression neutral.
“We can talk better if I’m a bit more comfortable. All I’m asking is you untie the rope, it hurts so much having my legs twisted behind my back like this.” She was aware of her voice cracking and fought to control it. “Please, Steven?”
Don’t plead with him!
He regarded her thoughtfully, unconsciously wringing his hands together. And then the obvious occurred to her.
He fancies me. He wants to look at me.
What she said next sickened her to the core. “We can talk better if I can sit up a bit. You know, move my arms and legs, and stuff.”
So you can better see my pussy and tits you dirty little perverted fucker.
Unshed tears prickled behind her eyes but she didn’t break eye-contact.
“Yeah, okay, but try anything funny and you’ll regret it, understand?”
“Sure, Steven, I understand.”
He crouched down next to her, his fingers tugging at the rope knotted around her neck. Her ankles and neck were no longer attached and she stretched out her legs. The relief was fucking beautiful and a few, thankful tears slid down her cheeks.
“Thank you.”
She went to sit up, but for an alarming moment, nothing worked as it should. So she just lay there, concentrating on flexing her toes and shin muscles. Cramp gripped her shins and she hissed in pain, flexing her feet.
Should I ask him to untie my feet, too? Or is that pushing too far?
“I’m sorry, Julie. I guess this is just fate.”
You’re sorry? she wanted to spit. You’re fucking sorry?
The cramp subsided a little, and she let out a shaky breath. “Why are you doing this, Steven?”
Finally, she managed to struggle into a sitting position. It felt like his eyes were burning holes into her bare skin and she shuddered in disgust, keeping her forearms pressed against her breasts. It seemed to take a huge effort on his part to wrench his gaze up to meet hers.
“Because we make films, Julie. Snuff films. And we want you in our films.”
She could only stare at him in disbelief, even though she already knew that he was in on it too. The sweet kid she used to know was well and truly gone.
Sweet kid? Who the fuck are you kidding? Grant was right. They’re all scum. Always have been, and always will be.
“I don’t understand, Steven. Just let me go, you don’t have to do this. You’re not like them.”
Although that was a lie because she did understand. She understood only too well. And she knew he was ‘like them’.
“Like them? What’s that supposed to mean? You dis my brother and I’ll have to teach you some fucking manners.”
Shit. Wrong move. Stupid fucking move.
She wetted her dry lips. “Okay, I’m sorry. I just don’t want to die. Do you want me to die, Steven?”
“I’m sorry, Julie, it’s the only way. You’re the only one round here that doesn’t get it, we can’t risk you ratting on us. And you will. You know you will.”
“You can’t just kill people in your living-room and expect to get away with it. That’s insane.”
No, no, no. I’m handling him all wrong.
“You calling me fucking crazy now?” He reached for the discarded rope. “Want me to tie you up again, bitch? Want me to hurt you?”
“No, Steven, you’re a sensible boy.” He scowled at her. “Man. I mean sensible man. What happens next is up to you. You’re your own person, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She let her hands drop into her lap. His eyes bulged and his face turned pink, right down to the tips of his ears.
“Believe me, I’m doing exactly what I want to do,” he said.
Going against every natural instinct she possessed, she kept her hands away from her breasts, giving him an eyeful.
“And what, exactly, is it that you do want?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed and he cleared his throat. “You know what I want. What I’ve always wanted.”
“You want me. Then have me. I promise I won’t tell the others.”
And just like that his face closed over, although the pink tinge remained. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid? Did you think I’d actually untie you if you showed me your tits?”
“You be good to me, Steven, and I’ll be good to you.”
She watched the indecision flicker over his face, terrified that she had blown it. And that, she decided, was exactly what she needed to do.
“Put your cock in my mouth, Steven.”
“Mark said I had to wait for them. No sex until we’re all together.”
“They’re not going to know about a little blow-job now, are they? I promise I won’t tell if you won’t. Have you ever had a blowjob, Steven?”
Such contempt washed over her as he blushed a bright shade of red.
“Yeah, course I have. I’ve had loads.”
; “Is that a fact.” As much as it pained her, she managed to smile. “I’m guessing that when the others come back, that tape is going to be slapped over my mouth and you’re not going to get the chance. Okay, you could force your cock down my throat, but it’s not the same as having someone willingly suck on you. Have you ever had a hot, wet tongue flicker over the head of your cock, Steven? Have you ever had someone lick your balls? Ever had someone suck you all the way down, do you know how good that feels?”
Christ, I can’t believe I’m saying this fucking shit.
She closed her eyes for a second, sickened at herself. When she opened them again, Steven’s arousal was painfully obvious. He was staring at her through heavy-lidded eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps that he couldn’t hide.
And the front of his jeans bulged.
She shuddered.
Don’t stop now. You can do this. Never the victim again, remember?
She reared up onto her knees. “I’m just going to shuffle over, so why don’t you unbutton your jeans and let me do the rest?”
“Why?” he asked, his voice shaking. “Is this a trick? You might bite off my cock.”
In her mind, she agreed it was a distinct possibility. And it was even more of a possibility if she could get him to untie her, too. But first things first. Discreetly, she pushed her elbows together under her breasts, pushing them up and together.
“Have you ever had a girl ride you, Steven? Have you ever been ridden like a wild bucking-bronco? You won’t get the chance to do that if I’m just pinned down and raped.”
“No, that’s true. But it wouldn’t exactly be the end of the world, either.”
His words made her shiver and invisible icy fingers trailed over her breasts, making her small, pink nipples pucker in fear.
“I’ll suck you off, Steven. I’ll suck you off so good, I’ll drive you fucking crazy.”
Doubt crashed over her, making her want to curl up into a ball and weep. But she persevered. “So be nice to me, and I’ll be nice to you. If you make it easier for me when the times comes, I’ll show you all you ever dreamed off right now.”
I can’t believe I’m saying these words. A fucking blowjob in exchange for an easier death? I can’t do this.
Yes. Yes, you can.
Taking the risk, she shuffled closer to where he sat on the sofa.
“Stop,” he said, but his flushed skin, heavy breathing and bulge in his jeans suggested all this talk was turning him on.
“I want you in my mouth, Steven. I’ve always wanted you.”
She stopped in her tracks.
I’ve gone too far. Shit, shit shit. How can this stupid, horny little boy fall for this stupid fucking bullshit?
But to her amazement, he was. She watched wide-eyed as his clumsy, shaking hands freed his hard cock through the gap in his fly.
“Okay, but if you try anything funny, you’re dead meat, understand?”
She didn’t bother pointing out that that was an incredibly dumb statement, considering that she was a dead woman walking. Instead, she smiled demurely at him.
Stupid, stupid fucking little boy.
Finally, she closed the gap between them and lowered her head into his lap. He was like flesh-covered steel in her mouth, hot and hard and just about ready to explode. Tentatively, she swirled the tip of her tongue over the end of his cock before swallowing him as far down as she could without gagging, and sucked hard. She came up for air, then tongued his sweaty, tight little balls.
She thanked God that he was clean.
“Oh God, you feel like heaven in my mouth,” she sighed, the tears of disgust rolling down her cheeks.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice. He fisted the back of her hair, shoving himself down her throat. She gagged and panicked. She had never been one for deepthroat, she just couldn’t do it and now was no exception. Waves of nausea hit her full force as her gag reflex went into overdrive. Her ears started to ring, but not quite loud enough to drown out his chuckle.
Just when she thought she was going to puke, he let up slightly.
Fuck’s sake, don’t let him come!
His hands fluttered in her hair, then lifted entirely in a moment of bliss, affording her the opportunity to glide her mouth off his penis.
“Oh Steven” she purred, fighting down the nausea. “I want you so fucking much, I’m so fucking wet right now. I’m so horny. Oh God, untie me, please let me ride you.”
He just grunted in reply, shoving her face back down onto his cock. Fantasies of biting it off flared in her mind.
Do it! Do it right now!
Despair hit her as she sucked. She could do it now. But it would be better if her hands and feet were free.
Shit, he’s going to fucking blow!
He let go of her hair and she pulled off his cock, trailing hot kisses along his shaft.
“Steven, I want your mouth on my pussy,” she whispered breathlessly.
He answered with a grunt, roughly pushing down on the back of her head once more, forcing her to swallow him whole.
Before she had a chance to react, he was coming down her throat in hard jets. His penis was too far down her throat to bite – it was all she could do to keep from vomiting yet alone to bite down with enough force to do any real damage.
All she could do was accept the semen pumping out of him in wave after wave of bitter come.
It felt like it went on forever when in reality it couldn’t have been for more than ten seconds. But it was the most miserable ten seconds of her life. When he was done, he pulled her off him by her hair and she fell backwards, twisting her face away from him so he couldn’t see her look of utter disgust. Shaking violently, she fought back the nausea and sense of utter hopelessness.
Don’t show him your despair. Let him think you enjoyed it.
When she had got herself under control, she lifted her tear-streaked face to his.
“God, you taste so good.”
She licked the salty drops off her lips like it didn’t make her want to retch and scream. Steven shoved his limp dick back in his jeans, his expression puzzled.
“If it was so great, then why are you crying?”
“I’m not. It’s gag reflex that’s all. You taste like fucking heaven, Steven.”
A giggle rose up from the depths of her guts, a little bubble of hysteria that threatened to burst through her mouth.
She pushed it back down, holding her breath until the sensation thankfully passed. She thought of Grant, and her heart ached.
Please God, let Grant beat the living shit out of them. Please don’t let them hurt him and bring him here.
“Steven, I’m scared. Will you hold me?”
“I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work.”
“Please, Steven, is it really so much to ask?”
He fancied her for sure, but could she make him fall in love with her? How much of a monster was he? Surely, underneath all this, he was just a scared, bullied, lost little kid.
His gaze flitted nervously from side to side, and she could plainly see that he was thinking about it.
“All I’m asking for is a little bit of comfort. Maybe I could lie on you, on the sofa? The ground is so hard.”
Ever so slightly, he nodded.
“Fine. But if you try anything funny, you are gonna wish you were dead.”
His nonsensical words twisted in her heart like a knife, but she managed a smile for him.
“Thank you, Steven.”
He leaned down and scooped her up under her armpits. His touch made her insides shrivel but she fought not to flinch and keep her expression neutral. He hauled her to her feet and she lost her balance, lurching against him but he steadied her and gently sat her down on the sofa next to him. He draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her face against his chest like they were actually a couple and that this was the most natural thing in the world.
“Do you want to watch a film, or something?”
She
couldn’t believe he had even asked her such a question, it beggared belief.
“Sure, that would be nice. But I need to use the toilet, first.”
This was not a lie – she was busting for a pee.
“Can’t you hold it?”
“No, I can’t hold it. I’m likely to void my bladder all over your sofa any second now.”
Whatever it was that was going on inside his fucked mind she couldn’t even begin to guess. Whatever messed-up fantasy he was having about her – whether it was to kill her or something more romantic – it obviously didn’t involve her pissing on the sofa because he sighed heavily and stood up.
“Fine. I don’t wanna sit here in a puddle of piss for the next few hours.”
She too stood up, her heart hammering at this sudden change in fortune. “I assume you only have the one bathroom upstairs, like in my house? You’re going to have to untie my feet, how else am I going to get up the stairs?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Steven was confused. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The blowjob had been fucking heaven and he could still feel the tingling after-effects of it right down in his toes.
But she’s going to die tonight.
Part of him couldn’t wait to see her broken and fucked every which way since Sunday.
But another part, a much smaller part wanted to spare her. Because this was Julie, the woman he had been crushing on for almost a whole year, ever since she had moved into the house next door.
“Come on, Steven. How else am I going to get up the stairs?”
She was right, for she was almost as tall as him and he wasn’t strong enough to carry her.
Fuck it, he thought, going into the kitchen to retrieve a knife from the drawer. It was the same, broad vegetable-knife that they had used on the hooker.
“I meant what I said, if you try anything funny, you’re fucking dead.”
She looked at him solemnly and his heart actually fluttered.
I shouldn’t be doing this, he thought as he crouched down before her and cut through the tape at her ankles.
It’s only because I don’t want to sit in a puddle of piss for the next few hours…