Chapter 14

Viv woke, her shoulders screaming in pain. A bucket of cold water was thrown in her face, some of it splashing up her nose. Coughing, gasping for breath, her ribs screamed in pain. She hoped they were just bruised. Opening her eyes, Viv realized she was in a different room. She was spread out, her arms supporting her weight until she stood up straight. Both feet

and hands were chained to the floor and ceiling. She’d been stripped down to her underwear and it was freezing in here. Looking around, it appeared that she was in an abandoned building, the windows mostly broken out. The ceiling beams were in place, but there was no roof.

“I’m so glad you could wake up for me. It’s no fun if I can’t hear you scream and cry.”

“What is it that you want? I’m not D’s mate,” Viv informed her now that Thomas was away safe.

“Oh, I know. But a little birdie also told me that you might be the mate of the Enforcer cunt that took my Shadow.”

“I have no mate band,” Viv stated, pointing out the obvious.

“Ah, you might not have a mate who claimed you, but you do in fact have a mate. He just doesn’t want you. That’s okay. I do. I want to have all kinds of fun with you. I’m going to play with you for a while before I use my tail on you. Have you taken a tail before? Unfortunately for you, I like to cover my tail in a barbed sheath. I like the pain and blood from my partners. My Shadow used to love to play. We’d find someone to share and play with. He’d fuck me while I raped them with my tail. It was so much fun watching what he could do to them, but he’s gone now and I have no one to play with but you. Do you want to see it?” she asked, almost hopefully.

Viv debated on how to proceed, but figured she probably wasn’t going to make it out of this unscathed or possibly even alive either way. “No, I don’t. I don’t want to play with you, I don’t want to see your puny tail.”

“That just makes it more fun,” the demoness purred. She was tall but slender as a human and Viv wondered if she would have a fighting chance if she got free. The demoness shifted to her demon form, getting taller and bulking up. Her tail seemed normal until she pulled out a sheath that she clamped onto it. It was indeed covered in sharp-looking barbs. That would rip her up inside and Viv felt a moment of terror.

“I’m saving the fucking for later, but I’ll introduce you to my tail now,” the demoness whispered in her ear. Viv heard a whistling sound as pain exploded from her back. The demoness was using her tail as a whip and the barbs were cutting into her skin. She guessed she should be grateful that they weren’t bigger; these wouldn’t get far enough to hit bone. Viv bit her lip until she tasted blood, trying to keep her screams in.

“I’m not stopping until I hear a scream,” the demoness told her. She jumped, spinning in the air, tail lashing across Viv’s back, a leg flying out to kick the back of Viv’s legs. She fell, her arms taking the brunt of her weight, the tail whipping around and getting the edge of her hairline near her forehead. With her own blood dripping into her eye, she had a harder time keeping track of the demoness.

“Did you know that as a mate to a demon you become immune to hellfire? Well, not you because your mate never claimed you. Are you curious to see what it feels like? I am. Let’s see what you think.”

Viv finally screamed as a line of fire traced down her back.

As far as Viv could tell, it was her third day in this building. The days got warm enough that she didn’t freeze to death, but the nights were getting iffy. She could see her breath each night in the moonlight. With only underwear on, she didn’t have a lot of protection from the weather. At least it hadn’t rained or snowed, she thought, desperate to find one positive thing. The sun helped give the illusion of warmth, but Viv knew it was still cold. She felt like she had gotten sunburned, her skin felt tight and hot. Her time here was spent hanging, the demoness never taking her out of the restraints, waiting for the woman to show up. Each time it was with something new, little cuts, whipping, sometimes with the barbs, sometimes not. One time she burned the bottom of her feet, knowing she would have to stand on them. Sometimes it was just smacking or hitting. There was no bucket here, so Viv was also standing in a puddle of her own urine. She had tried to hold it as long as possible, but eventually had to go. She hadn’t had any water since they had come here, so at least there wasn’t a lot.

The demoness walked in, back in her demon form. She was so much bigger than Viv this way. “I brought some friends with me this time. They wanted to see what made humans so much fun to play with. Nonhumans heal much too quickly,” she complained.

Viv’s heart stuttered. She didn’t think she could survive being raped. She really didn’t. Please don’t let that be what she meant. Five different nonhumans walked in, some shifted, some not. She could feel the tears falling down her face, but she bit her tongue to keep from making any noise.

“I thought it’d be bigger,” the biggest guy said, disappointment in his voice.

“Some are. This one isn’t,” the demoness replied. “Now are you going to help me play or are you going to whine? Have fun, smack her, beat her, fondle. Just no penetration until after I have my fun. I get the holes first,” she said, her teeth bared in what was supposed to be a smile.

The smallest one stepped forward. “I’d like to go first.”

“No!” one of the men protested. “She’ll be screaming and crying in minutes. I want to have some fun before you drive her mad.”

“Yeah! Back the fuck up. You go last,” another demanded.

A fight almost broke out, a large body slamming into her, pulling her ankle painfully in the cuff. Her shoulder popped, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. That couldn’t have been good.

“Don’t break the toy before you play,” the demoness scolded. “Play nice with each other or leave.”

The big one stepped over, grabbing her face in his hands, squeezing her lips together. “Is this a hole?” he asked, cupping his crotch with his other hand.

“For now.”

“Shame. I could break all her teeth out and gag her on my cock.” He ran his hand down her body, squeezing her breasts painfully. He ripped her bra off, tearing her skin in the process. Viv didn’t know if it was from his nails, the force of the fabric pulling against her skin, or the bra hooks. He ran a hand down her crease, pinching her lips shut. His other hand slid between her butt cheeks, his finger trying to thrust dry into her anus.

“Hole,” the demoness shouted, smacking his hand away. “My tail is going to rip that shit up later. I’m making her bleed first. Not you. No holes until I’m done.”

“This is boring then. I’m out,” he said, backhanding Viv across the face, splitting her lip, before he left.

“More for me then,” another one said, licking his lips, his eyes fixed on her bleeding lip. “Hm. Smells delicious.” He blurred and she felt teeth tear into her skin, bites forming faster than she could register. He came close to her underwear but turned his head at the last minute, tearing into her inner thigh.

The other two circled, one taking his pants completely off, a scorpion-like tail emerging from his back. He walked behind her, the tail curving over her shoulder to caress her body. She shivered in disgust.

“I love the smell of blood in the air. Let’s see if I can’t make it last longer,” he murmured, the tail just barely touching her. Viv waited for a bite, but instead the tail whipped back and flew at her, piercing her skin. The tip was as thin as a needle, but it burned as he injected her with something. She could feel it entering her body and spreading. Over and over, he stabbed her as the vampire bit, not seemingly concerned with the poison running through her body. She could feel herself getting weaker, the wounds showing no sign of closing or slowing down. The third one finally had enough and pushed the other two out of the way. He released a whip from his belt, staying in human form. Viv panted, trying to stay on her feet, but it was getting harder. Her world was colored by pain, black spots beginning to dance in her vision.

The first hit of the whip made her scream. He laid a strip right across the previous marks left by the demoness, across the bites and stings of today. She lost count at ten, her legs quickly losing strength. The fourth man finally approached.

“Fuck you all, she’s going to be dead soon. Have your fun, but I’m taking my turn.” He grabbed her face, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Hello there, my pretty,” he murmured. “I’m going to destroy you.”

Viv’s mind was awash in images of being raped, all of them taking a turn, all of them at once, ripping her to pieces, breaking her teeth out so they could force their dicks in without fear of being bit, of being whipped while someone else took their turn with her body. She screamed as she felt the vampire bite off her clitoris, holding it between his bloody teeth. The whip wielder cut through her breasts until they fell to the floor. She sobbed and screamed, all she felt was pain and anguish. She heard his voice chanting in her mind, horrible things coming from his mouth, how she was worthless, how no one wanted her, how no one would ever want her again if she lived.

Her screams filled the air. Her head hanging low, she was confused when she saw her body intact; she could still feel the pain of the assaults, but her body didn’t show it. Looking up she saw the four men standing around her in a circle, their cocks out, some human-looking, some not. She twisted in the chains, trying to find a way out, but there was none. None of them touched her as they jerked off, spraying her body with their seed.

“It’s my turn. Hold her,” the demoness commanded. “I want her while she’s still a warm body.”

They all grabbed her, pulling her off the chains and holding her flat on the floor, spread eagle, no way to defend herself. Viv heard laughter behind her. She was so cold, her blood soaking into the floor from open wounds that wouldn’t close. Maybe she would pass out before anything happened. The dark spots were getting larger, her mind trying too late to protect itself, but not before she felt them hold her ass cheeks open, claws digging into each side. She felt something big and sharp push at her entrance, pain blooming as it cut the sensitive skin near her butt cheeks and anus.

No, she wouldn’t lie here, she thought. She might die, but she’d at least make it harder for them. She twisted, tightening her butt muscles, trying to close her cheeks. She fought with all the strength left in her body. Viv got one foot free, kicking backwards, twisting to get some momentum. She connected with flesh of some sort and heard a roar of anger.

“Hold her tighter!”

She tried kicking out again, but they grabbed her hair and slammed her head into the floor until she saw stars, blackness overtaking her vision. Something stabbed through her foot, holding her in place. The scorpion barb sticking through her foot was the last thing she saw.