by Kaia Bennett
I cried out. The words, “Killing. Me. Killing. Me,” tumbled from my lips. Would I suffocate? Or would I bleed internally, my hips broken and mangled, before he’d done his worst?
The girl within me cried, but the beast licked her teeth and stalked forward to defend her—to defend us. Watching. Waiting. Gathering strength.
Jesse didn’t want another victim. He could’ve killed me. He wanted an experience. He wanted a taste of what he called witch blood. A stronger high before the kill.
I latched on to that certainty. Latched onto his power, his dominance, the high he felt from taking me, from making me come, making me his.
In my mind, I held the power. I held the control. He didn’t fuck me. No man fucked me. I fucked him. I held Jesse’s throat and rode him like a wild bull, blurring the lines between consciousness and orgasmic death. I took him, I bruised him. And I made him like it.
I’m not ready to die yet, motherfucker. You don’t get a say.
In my mind, I squeezed his throat harder. In the real world, I squeezed his cock. The symbolic stranglehold gave way to his domination. He lost his punishing pace. He relinquished my throat to grip the sheets on either side of my head.
I dug my nails into his flexing, muscular ass. He tried to retreat, but I forced him to stay as far inside me as he could. Then, I rotated my hips, bruised and aching as they were. And in my mind—in our minds—I straddled him, whirling my channel around his shaft like a cyclone anchored to his hips. Milking him. Strangling him. Taking him.
You’re mine, baby. You like that? You like what witch pussy can do?
He moaned and shuddered—under me in the vision—and over me in real life. I pinned him with my stare and refused to let go, the way I had in the woods. His brow furrowed as if in pain, but he only responded to the pleasure of my pussy clenching his cock in a vice. He pumped his hips. In and out, picking up speed, barely exiting my body. His eyes rolled back in his head and his voice cracked on a moan that made me shudder with need.
The lines blurred and I didn’t know who needed him to come more. Him. Or me.
Come for me. Come for me. Come for me. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. The only one. You need it. You need me.
Alive.
“Alive,” he whispered. I doubted he realized he’d spoken, but I heard confirmation of my gift in his trance-like echo of my words. The relentless ache for more of this feeling, his fear this heady sensation would desert him before he’d gotten a proper taste, consumed him.
“Ungh. Fuck. Fuck!” His breath stuttered into desperate pants. He shuddered. Ecstasy crawling down his spine and up his thighs, and the quickness of the impending orgasm tightening his balls, furrowed his brow. I tasted his frustration and his euphoria.
Inside, the beast licked her teeth.
He’d barely begun, and already I’d twisted him around. Good. He’d become my murderer tonight if I let him forge ahead as planned.
Doesn’t this feel better? Doesn’t it feel good when I take the wheel, Jesse?
I shuddered and stared up at him. Begging him to experience more than our merging bodies and plummet into the heart of me.
See how good you make me feel?
The horrible truth turned my stomach, but I needed to sway him. I needed him to want me to feel this way again.
This is just the beginning, Jesse. You want more? I can give you more if you’re good.
Come for me. Come with me.
We crashed together with hot, sloppy thrusts. His rigid cock filled me to bursting, I pumped my hips, soaking up his shivers and wrenching out more. His arms shook, but he didn’t collapse as the last drop sputtered out of him. I gasped in the deepest breath I’d ever inhaled, like I’d been drowning, and could finally come up for air.
An aftershock rumbled through me. I praised him, but not aloud.
Good boy.
The words fluttered through my mind and into his.
“Good boy, huh?” Jesse’s words punctuated his heavy breathing.
I didn’t realize he’d heard me until he started laughing. Not only had he heard me, I’d ignited his rage. His deep voice vibrated through his chest and into me.
“Fair enough,” he spat. He met my gaze with normal, vulnerable brown eyes. “You think you got me on a leash? Think you can shake me up and I’ll fizzle out in one go?”
He pulled out so quickly I groaned in discomfort, my poor, weary cunt grasping on air.
“You still don’t know who the fuck you’re dealing with, slut.”
“Apparently, neither do you.” Giddy with success and soaring from my climax, I didn’t care about the fire blazing in his eyes. I’d won this round—and he knew he’d lost.
I saw his hand tremble when he swept back his hair.
“Go ahead and take a break then.” Jesse eased our mingled juices up and down his shaft and cupped his balls. I watched him wring an iridescent droplet from the purple head of his cock and wondered how long my break would last.
In the bathroom, the faucet squeaked, then the water turned off, and the shower curtain slinked open. I’d forgotten about Vaughn, but I doubted he’d forgotten about me.
Vaughn stepped into the room, dripping everywhere. I huddled in a fetal position, cupping the bruised flesh between my legs.
If I made it through the next few days, it would be a miracle if I could walk.
Or so it would have been, if the flesh weren’t tingling past the pain, past the pleasure, and back to its original, untouched state. The reversal hinted at the impossible, at slow repairs thrumming through the flesh, like when Jesse slapped me. I’d be able to walk again. I’d feel everything he’d done to me again like the first time. Because his blood had begun to heal me, good as new.
“I know what you are, witch. Do you know what I am?”
“Sure she does.” Vaughn rubbed the towel through his hair. “She knows exactly what she’s doing, too.”
I cringed. Under the illusion of glacial nonchalance, I felt Vaughn’s fury as if it were my own. That memory we’d shared, despite his attempts to hide it, still shook him. I shook him. And, like a rabbit who’d scared the shit out of a wolf in front of the pack, I’d made him lose face. He’d redouble his efforts to hurt me.
I braced myself for the coming pain while my body soaked up the healing properties of Jesse’s blood.
“I heard you while I was in the shower.” Vaughn rubbed the towel over the lean symmetry of his torso until he reached his swollen dick.
The whole motel probably heard Jesse rape me, but Vaughn’s voice took on a conspiratorial tone, like we were buddies sharing a secret. I licked my lips, struggling to catch my breath, while I focused on a serene corner of the ceiling. Instead, the side of Jesse’s ripped abdomen as he stepped off the bed, expanding and contracting with his labored breath, stole my attention. So did the arm moving in a steady rhythm at his side.
His ass clenched and he tilted his head back as he jerked off. I knew he called on fresh images from my rape. I knew because every jerk of his hand felt like a phantom tug from my pussy, making me wet and ready as his erection reemerged.
Not again. Please.
“Not the first vampires you’ve fucked, huh college girl? Is that why you think you can mess with our heads and get away with it?”
Vaughn said the word, but like most things I’d been taught to fear, the word vampire sounded like a joke. I’d become the punch line for believing, even now. Part of me wanted to cling to rational ideas.
They were in a cult.
They were Satanists.
They’d joined some serial killer fan club online and decided to take the show on the road.
Vampires don’t exist. Witches don’t exist.
Yet, here I lay. On a bed stained with my own blood, the taste of inhumanly delicious blood in my mouth. The thud of orgasms and pain in my pussy, and Jesse’s voice burrowed so deep in my head it could’ve been my own.
They’re vampires.
I’
m a witch. That’s why I’m here.
The only reason I’m still alive is because I’m not—
Vaughn curved the towel in the air like a whip and snapped it across my ass. The sting of terrycloth against my bare skin made me clench my thighs. The act squeezed Jesse’s come from my body.
Fuck! He came inside me. I scrambled to wipe the fluid trickling out of me. My own blood mixed with his semen rendered the mixture an iridescent pink. I hadn’t taken my pill since…. When had they taken me? What day was it?.
Wonder if there’s a morning after pill for vampire spunk?
I pretended my sniffles were from my joke and not from the return of tears I’d managed to keep at bay.
“Look alive. Liam brought dinner.” Vaughn tossed his towel over my head.
Modesty in the face of his lascivious glare warred with my loathing for Vaughn. I’d be damned if I covered myself with his towel. I tossed the towel to the floor at his feet and sneered when he laughed. He clicked on the TV, sifting through channels while we waited for ‘dinner’, but he vibrated with excitement.
The door opened a minute later. Liam entered, accompanied by the soft laughter of a girl. She sounded like she’d never spoken above a whisper her whole life.
“I’ve never done this befo—”
Her confession died on the air when she saw two naked men, and me, sitting up against the headboard with my arms wrapped around my knees.
“Who are they?” Her voice quavered. She looked back at Liam like he’d betrayed her, but Liam ignored her and locked the door.
“She’s cute, right?” Liam looked proud of himself. He walked her forward into the room and grabbed a handful of her ass, but she only bit down on her bottom lip and averted her eyes. “She’s quiet, though. Was hoping to get a screamer.”
The girl’s face was still chubby with baby fat. Her brown eyes searched frantically for an alternate exit, smoky liner and shadow highlighting their doe-eyed innocence. The makeup lent her the appearance of a startled raccoon, and when she settled her gaze on me, her expression didn’t change.
I wanted to soothe her fears, console her. I wanted to lie to her, or speak the truth. I cried instead, big fat tears rolling down my cheeks and giving the game away. Her eyes mirrored mine, watering as her predicament dawned on her. She’d walked into the lion’s den. One look at me and my bruised, sweaty body showed what they did to lambs.
She tried to retreat, but Liam stood behind her. He pulled her spine against his chest, swept her hair aside and kissed her neck. The gesture would’ve looked sweet if I didn’t know what this bunch liked to do to a vulnerable throat.
“I thought it was just gonna be you and me? Liam?” Her shoulders hunched when Vaughn began circling the pair. He looked from the girl and back to me. I saw what he saw—a younger, thinner version of myself, with soft curls framing her face and a gaze that lingered over the hard bodies surrounding her with mounting fear and curiosity.
Vaughn couldn’t fuck me yet, but he could fuck her and make me watch.
My stomach flipped at the thought even as I shuddered in revulsion.
What would it be like to watch them take her while Jesse took me?
Stop. What am I thinking? She’s terrified.
And aroused. Just like I was.
The girl and I flinched when music blared to deafening levels. The TV stared, blue and impassive, while Nirvana radio scrawled across the screen. Jesse had taken up the remote in place of Vaughn and turned on a music channel. Just as well. I couldn’t bear to hear Liam’s answer to her desperate questions. I didn’t want to hear Vaughn taunt her while she cried.
Guitars strings wailed. My pounding heart kept time with the drums. Kurt Cobain growled, his voice picking up speed. But when Jesse stood in front of the girl’s shivering form, he undressed her slow. He peeled off her jacket first and handed it to Liam. Her throwback, flower-print dress with the hem skimming mid-thigh, went next. Then her bra. He knelt before her—a big cat playing with his food—while he smiled and slipped her boots off, one foot at a time, like a lover.
The howl of grunge rock pounded in my ears, making me feel trapped in my head. He peeled her leggings and panties off and handed the whole neat pile to Liam who set the stack of garments in the arm chair. The act gave me hope. They’d hurt her, heal her, then send her packing. Otherwise why keep her clothes neat?
Liam reached behind his neck and stripped off his hoodie. When his face appeared again, his irises were black. He panted, open-mouthed, revealing elongated fangs.
The men—the vampires—surrounded her. I cried when her anguished eyes searched for me over their shoulders.
Liam cast Jesse a questioning glance. Jesse nodded and Liam grinned like an adolescent whose coach had commended his performance during the big game. He lowered his head, dragging his lips along the tense curve of her neck. Her nipples beaded into hard points, and Vaughn stepped in to pinch them. The girl’s mouth opened soundlessly as pleasure penetrated her fear. I felt the sensation of rough fingers on my own hardening nipples, the phantom press of Jesse’s hands cupping my breasts. In my mind, he tweaked my nipples into bursting pebbles, pinched my clit into a concentrated bead of desire.
I wanted hands on my body, hands like the ones caressing the girl. I wanted a hard cock inside me.
This isn’t me. This isn’t what I want, it’s Jesse. God, I hope this is Jesse fucking with my mind.
I wanted to remember what shame felt like, just for a moment, so I could stop willing Jesse to fill my need.
Then Liam ripped into the girl’s long throat. And I remembered—for the girl and for me—our bodies were cages we were forced to share with beasts.
The girl looked like she didn’t know who to push away first, Liam, who wrapped his arms around the girl and drank deep from the artery in her throat, or Vaughn, who went from pinching her nipples to twisting them.
“Help me—”
Her sudden silence coated the back of my throat with acid, even as my inner walls turned slick with desire. Vaughn bracketed his hips with her legs, then entered her with a punishing thrust. Her back arched, thighs tightening around Vaughn’s hips. Vaughn pumped a few times before leaning forward to sink his teeth into her left breast.
When Vaughn turned to stare at me, I broke into a sweat at his malicious, blood-stained grin and the savage pace he set.
Jesse crossed in front of them, breaking the spell. Vaughn turned his attention to the convulsing body he tugged onto his cock. Her eyes screamed. Liam’s teeth were in her throat. But her body tensed in a way I knew too well.
The curse was the pleasure, the way desire wove in and out of the pain, and desperation made their victims—made me—crave more.
I turned my attention to Jesse as he came to my side, tears streaming down my face. He ignored them and grabbed my hair, winding the wet curls around his hand like a leash. He dragged my body away from the headboard and down the length of the bed until I kneeled. I gripped the tousled spread and averted my gaze, but that didn’t stop the sounds that rose above the music, or the mingled scent of blood and sex. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw flesh connecting with flesh. I saw the girl convulse with her first orgasm. I saw Liam and Vaughn sink to the floor, the wilting girl trapped between them, still climaxing.
I wanted to look away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I needed to see what they did to her, what they would do to me.
Jesse kneeled behind me and without warning drove his cock deep inside my core. Too deep. So big. It felt like he’d traded fucking my body for fucking my soul. He went slow, a mockery of gentleness, when he reached around and rubbed the slippery nub crowning my sex.
I wept for me, for her, because we had to wrench what we could from our captors, because torment came in many flavors, and this girl and I’d sampled too many. The long strokes of Jesse’s cock within me were all the more merciless because they gave more pleasure than pain. Vaughn’s fingers on the girl’s clit, strumming her into another climax, and the
n another, despite how she struggled to get away, were a form of torture.
The pleasure mounted, and I tried to escape by crawling up the bed, but Jesse bent over me and held fast. A curtain of hair fell over my face and shoulders. He licked the shell of my ear. His voice became a siren song dashing me against the rocks of my gift.
“Come on, witch. Make us stop fucking her. Make us come quicker.” Jesse picked up speed, rocked his hips in and out. My eyes rolled back in my head, even as tears rained down my face. I didn’t want this. I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t stop myself.
“Come on, Evie. Show me who the fuck I’m dealing with.” He punctuated his disgusting dare with a long thrust that made my arms and legs gelatin.
I sank onto my elbows, soaking the comforter with tears and snot. His cock massaged my traitorous pussy, filling me to the hilt while I squeezed the turgid flesh from within.
“Fuck!” He hissed. “Yes, take it, take it all. That’s a good girl. That’s a good little witch.” He gripped my ass cheeks and opened me wide. I felt his penetrating stare, felt his satisfaction at the sight of my pussy, wet and grasping at the veined flesh he thrust into me.
I closed my eyes, wracked by sobs, but inside, underneath the fear and pain, I felt the pull of my own sex around Jesse’s cock like I’d become him. I felt every rock of my ass against his hips, my sweat and the tangy flood between my legs mingling with blood. The sight of Vaughn, fucking the girl while Liam shoved his cock into her mouth, drove me higher.
Jesse and I moaned in unison, as if he’d stolen my voice the way he’d stolen my body, turning me into an echo of his perverted desires. Jesse’s body overheated, his impossibly fast heart hummed against my back when he lifted my head and bit my neck. I shuddered with him, tasting myself through my connection to him, savoring my sweet witch blood dancing on his tongue.
Later, I’ll push your knees to your chest and drink your juicy cunt dry. I'll fuck you again the same way I am right now. And you’ll love every second.
The pleasure mounted. My back bowed. I hyperventilated, unable to keep pace with the sensations consuming me.
I’m loving this almost as much as you are, witch.