Chapter 4

Pain.That’s all I feel when my brain comes to me. My eyes are still shut and I’m in a haze. Is this a dream? Am I dreaming? Hands are in my hair, gentle and soothing, pulling it back and out of my face. It feels so nice, like floating on a cloud. I feel my hair is pulled back, then there’s a hand under my chin holding it up and another opening my mouth to fit what tastes like a plastic ball. My eyes shoot open and I’m eye to eye with the guy from the line. One eye is almost nearly black and there’s a scar marring his left cheek that I didn’t notice before when we were all standing in line.

He’s smirking at me. “Nice of you to finally join me in the fun, princess.”

All I can do is scream at him, but it comes out muffled around the gag. I try to look around but a sharp pain shoots through my rectum at my sudden movement making me groan.

He tsks, moving his index finger back and forth. “Nu-uh-uh, baby. Don’t move or this anal hook will pull up on your coccyx. It’s attached to your hair, so any movement from your head will cause it to move as well.”

I shouldn’t whimper at what he’s saying. He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction, but I can’t help it. I attempt to move my hands and free my mouth of the gag so I can give him a piece of my mind but when I do I feel cool metal bite into my skin. This is fucked. How did I even get here? My mind is racing trying to work out how I ended up here. I’m trying to think back to the last thing I remember when my memories of last night hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes start to water, and I feel a few tears escape and run down my cheeks. The shattering realization that clicks into place is that Nicci wasn’t Nicci at all. It was already too late, and my fate was sealed. I’m in the arms of the Devil now.

I quickly look around, trying to assess my surroundings. There are a variety of tools lined up on the wall, and I can tell we’re in a basement because the concrete floors are digging into my kneecaps and the palms of my hands. The musty smell of decomposing boxes and rust tickle my throat, causing me to drool around my oral restraint. This is all I can take in before he’s back in my face again.

He kneels down on one knee to get on my level. “It’s okay, baby, this is just a lesson. But it doesn’t have to be all about pain. It can also be pleasurable.” He catches one of my tears with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth. “Mmm, I can’t wait to taste all of you, little butterfly.”

I’m aware of something cool and flat pressing into my belly before he pulls it out. It was the stool that was holding me up. Now, my limbs are shaking, and I’m not sure if it’s from muscle fatigue or from nervousness. I’m completely bared and exposed for this stranger. He obviously entertained himself while I was passed out, if the anal hook says anything.

And it’s in that moment he decides to wrap his fist around my hair and pull.

There. It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure as the hook rubs me on the inside, sending shock waves to my clit. A moan escapes me, causing the Devil to grin at me.

“I could tell that beautiful, little puckered hole was a virgin. It took some time playing with it and lube to coax it in there,” he says, smiling down at me. He looks smug and I feel hatred bubbling up in me. I just want to wipe the smirk off his face.

I give him a disgusted look. I put my all into it because I’m pissed. I’m pissed that he took this away from and violated me. I guess he reads my thoughts that are burning in my eyes because he pulls on my hair again, sending more waves of pleasure to my clit. Another moan escapes me, and I seem to have no control over my body’s responses to him.

“We had a lovely time together last night and I thought you’d want to come back with me. I’m sorry about the...” He gestures to the space we’re in with his free hand and finishes, “Accommodations.”

I let out a growl of anger as much as I can around the ball gag. My eyes hopefully convey that it’s more than the accommodations that are messed up around here. I knew this dude was fucked up when I saw him. I thought he had his eyes on Nicole. He’s her type. He turns his face back to me full-on with a wicked smile. His eye on that side, nearly black with a hint of blue at the bottom, sparks with fire in its depths. His scar over his left cheekbone is highlighted by the red glow in the room.

Did he take notes from Fifty Shades of Fucking Hell?!

“What’s the matter, baby? You said you wanted all of me.” His tone is cruel and wicked. Throwing my words back in my face, taunting me. Then he turns completely feral and lunges at my face. His nose is pressing hard against mine. “Is this not what you wanted?”

My jaw is clenched, teeth pressing hard into the plastic. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I was with Nicci. I. Was. With. Nicci. No, I wanted it to be Nicci so bad that acid fucked with my head.

“Is that not what you meant? I want to give you all of me, and this is the only way I know how to give it.” Gliding his free hand up my thigh.

I can’t deny the way that touch makes me feel. Flames are running up my leg with his touch. I’m not supposed to feel like this. I like girls. I like girls.

I inhale through my nose and the scent of him clouds my thinking. He smells of clove cigarettes and a manly scent that’s probably only natural to him. I’ve never been this close to a man before. I’m more familiar with the smells of women and their sweet floral, fruity scents. This is all new to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been around other men, but their smells never appealed to me. Never affected me this way. Not in the way his essence is pulling me in right now.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, running a finger through my lips, I can feel how he slides through them easily. I’m so wet. My body is a filthy traitor, and a moan escapes me when he finds my tight bundle of nerves. He has a shit-eating grin on his face like he’s so proud of himself right now. My mind is spiraling. I want to cry. I need to hold it together.

Hold it the fuck together, Sky.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, princess,” he says in a low gravelly voice right next to my ear. My insides quiver in response to his filthy words.

What. The. Fuck. Have I gotten myself into? I didn’t ask for this. I don’t even understand what I did to gain this man’s attention. I certainly wasn’t trying to at all. I want Nicci. I miss her right now, but I don’t ponder that thought long as he plunges a finger into me.

At this moment, I know I’m in trouble, and everything I thought I always knew about myself is being questioned.

He pulls his finger out of me, trailing it slowly up to my sensitive clit, and gives it a little pinch. I can’t help myself and I buck my hips into his hand, forgetting about the anal hook. It pulls a little but it’s mixing pleasure and pain.

I groan at the loss of his touch as he stands up, looking down at me with a smirk on his lips. “Such a filthy little whore you are for me.”

No one has ever spoken to me the way he is right now, and I can’t deny his words ignite a fire in me I didn’t know existed.

He begins to pull down his zipper and his jeans. I can see the outline of him in his black boxer briefs. My eyes widen at his thickness. I’m panting at the thought of that fitting inside of me. I’m shaking my head, not even caring about the hook. Hoping he can read what I’m saying in my eyes.

He crouches down in front of me and runs a hand down the side of my face. “Don’t worry, little butterfly. It will fit. I promise.” He’s trying to soothe my nerves until his smile turns wicked and he says, “If not, we’ll make it fit.”

My eyes widened at his words, but he misreads what I’m trying to convey to him. I’m pleading with my eyes.

He moves around behind me and I feel him caress my hips, rubbing over my cheeks and thighs. I melt at his touch. I feel his length press against my thigh, and the nerves are wrecking my mind. I’m shivering in anticipation. His length glides through my arousal, parting my lips. Sliding himself back and forth against my clit, coating himself with me as lubrication. When he’s done, he aims for my center and drives it home. I scream around the gag. I never thought this would be how I lost both my virginities.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he groans out, rocking his hips to fit his length in inch by inch, stretching me to take all of him.

Once he’s down to the hilt, I feel his chest pressed to my back and his lips against my ear. “You were made for me and only me.” His fingers find my clit and he rubs in circles, making me groan. I feel saliva trailing down my chin. “Be a little slut for me, princess.”

He lifts his chest off my back and begins rotating his hips, hitting a spot deep inside of me that makes me want to grind back on him. He grabs hold of the anal hook and moves it in small circles making my whole body convulse. My orgasm rips through me, and I feel my eyes rolling back in my head. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. What has this man done to me?

My whole body feels spent, and he holds me up after removing the hook. It feels like losing a part of myself. I’m so empty. Then he holds me up to his chest and rapidly pumps into me and finishes with a feral groan right next to my ear.

He lays me down with my back on the cool concrete floor. I still feel the shock waves of my orgasm coursing through my body. Any little touch from him makes my body involuntarily spasm.

“Little butterfly, you bleed for me,” he sings as he holds his member in his palm. His hand is wrapped around it, fingertips barely touching each other.

I feel dead from pleasure, riding a high I never want to come down from. There’s a throbbing pain between my legs, but it’s nothing like the euphoria I’m feeling right now.

The guy, his name’s probably Manson, Ted Bundy, or something fucking crazy that they’ll write down in history one day. There’s no way women survive after his dick sends them into oblivion. He lays down beside me with one hand holding up his head and with the other his fingers press into me, scooping out his release. Trailing his fingers up my lower stomach, I feel my muscles jump at the contact. He stops at my belly button with a mix of virgin blood and cum. Swirling it around in my navel, he draws a butterfly in our fluids. His fingers rub the bottom of my ribs as he traces the wings.

He leans over to whisper in my ear, “Look how good we look together, little butterfly.”

And a single tear falls from my eye.