Safewords

***Disclaimer***The following text contains explicit mentions of sex, doggy style, hair pulling, light degradation & dirty talk, finger fucking, face fucking, gagging, good-girl-gone-bad trope, foul language, mating press position (Mai likes this), public sex; the risk of getting caught and mild impact play (spanking.) Read at your own discretion.

If you want to read strictly erotica without fluffy build-up, skip to Chapter 3.

 

 

INTRODUCTION

Welcome to my totally uneventful College Life. My name is Mai.

 

I was always the “good girl” growing up. I went church each Sunday, got good grades and heeded every word my parents ever said.

 

No te mojes por alguien que siempre esta seco.

Don’t get wet for someone who is always dry.

 

I wore ankle high skirts or blue jeans and loose sweatshirts, flats and the same straightened, black hair year after year. Everyday, going from class to class, listening in awe of some my wilder friends. I graduated with honors, though. I went to college and did everything to make my parents proud; I would never contradict them and I don’t regret it. I think?

 

"Te dije que no! No y punto, que tu no te mandsas sola!"

I said no, no and it’s final cause you don’t control yourself!

 

Thinking back, their approval was all I wanted, and their displeasure is what I feared. Their impending judgement hanging like dark clouds on a sunny day.

 

"Por la boca muere el pez."

Fish die with their mouths.

 

It wasn’t that I was unsure who I was. I was just so inexperienced towards what made me happy.

Study Hard. Get a good job. Marry a good man. Be chaste. These are the lessons they impressed on me. For once in my life, I just wanted something to feel right.

 

When I started University, I thought my life would just change! I was a commuter though; so I still lived with my parents. I started dressing more for myself, sneaking outfits in my bookbag so I could change in my sisters’ dorms.

 

And one fateful night at a house party, I met my future husband, Jacob. He had deep black eyes, dark like the night, black hair and a thin wisp of a mustache! My older sister introduced us. I was wearing a black skirt and pink top; the low light of the room played handsomely with his features. His burly shoulders and strong hands didn’t hurt either. I don’t remember exactly what we said to each other that night, but a year later Jacob proposed to me.

 

Happiest day of my life! And I said yes so fast I forgot to breathe. University semesters flew by like minutes after that. We were due to be wed and I’d soon graduate.

 

With a couple months till our nuptials, my fiancé began asking me:

 

Do you find someone attractive?

How was life growing up in Mexico?

Did you have a childhood crush?

Jacob was my First and Only.

My comfort and my solace.

The Love of my Life.

And I didn’t need anyone else.

Well, Jacob kept asking me, gently and concernedly, subtly suggesting he would allow me

A Hall Pass.

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

My childhood crush was a guy named “Gonny.” We were from the same town in Mexico. My sisters and I all thought he looked like Cristiano Ronaldo. Gonny was tall, lithe with smooth apricot complexion. He was devilishly handsome and always sporting a boyish grin like he knew something you didn’t. Everyone told me he liked me but we never dated. I was always too scared to make the first move. He was a little older than me and very handsome. I guess I was just scared of what other people would think if we did date. I told my husband about him and how I'd see him seasonally when my family visited our home in Mexico.

 

Turns out Gonny was coming to the USA! There was going to be a party a few towns away and I knew from family that he would be there. I got nervous just thinking about it. I told my fiance and Jacob reassured me it was fine, even encouraged me. I still felt so confused about the whole ordeal, but I exchanged numbers with Gonny at the party. Later that week, I asked Gonny if he wanted to meetup; I guess he understood what for because he asked for my nudes. With my Jacob’s permission, I sent them.

 

Would he like my body?

 

I got excited and anxious just thinking about it! It all felt so immoral, but at the same time I knew I had my fiance’s permission. We’d talked about this for months. And so my fiance agreed to let me fuck Gonny; there was only one caveat.

 

I had to record it.

 

 

 

CHAPTER THREE (EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT)-Continue at your own discretion.

 

So we set the whole thing up.

 

I was 20 at the time and working at McDonalds. Glamorous right? I lied to my parents about work that morning and they dropped me off. I didn’t feel pretty that day. I was in my work clothes. Faded black pants and a tucked in navy shirt with my nametag “Mai” on it.

 

But I did wear something nice underneath. It was a matching black set, nothing crazy, just a black silk thong and plain black bra. I remember. I felt more naughty than sexy. I felt like I was doing something so bad, but at the same time I knew I wanted to do it.

 

It was a chilly morning and goosebumps began pricking at my forearms. To avoid attention, I went inside and walked straight to the restroom. I would hide until Gonny told me he was here. My coworkers knew I was engaged and I didn’t need any drama. Sitting there beneath the bathroom lights, glimpsing my nervous reflection and fidgeting with my phone. My thoughts and anxieties turned inward.

 

Did I shave too little?

Would he like my body?

I’m dressed so silly.

How big is he?

Would I make him cum?

Would he make me cum?

 

I think the reason I never entertained any sexual fantasies is because I knew they were immoral and inaccessible. There were very few men in my life I’d felt comfortable to sleep with. I was happy with Jacob and I’s future and blossoming family.

 

What am I doing here??

 

I was tempted to leave, call and Uber and forget about the whole thing; my phone vibrated:

“Hola Mamacita.”

 

He was here! I gathered my belongings in my purse and scrambled to the front of the restaurant. His silver Camaro was parked in the lot. He was walking up!

 

You sexy idiot! You weren’t supposed to come inside! (Omg >.<)

 

My heart fluttered like a bird’s wing and I scrambled to meet him at the door before he entered. I was too late and standing next to him. He was so tall. I craned my neck to admire his clean-shaven face and chiseled jawline. His dark hair met his beard at the sideburns and he smelled like bergamot or the open ocean or the desert sky at night. My mouth suddenly felt dry and I bit my bottom lip. He was tall, dark, handsome and I needed a drink.

I fidget to move past him and usher ourselves out the door. He stood his ground and his dark gaze locked me in place. He had black eyes like an eclipse and his long shadow loomed over me. I was speechless but still urgent to leave. I bumped past him and he made some candid joke towards my coworkers. No one laughed; it was very awkward and my face turned a sickly shade of red.

 

Those side-eyeing, judgmental bitches with legs like parentheses!

 

We exited together and the damage was done. Approaching the passenger side of his Camaro, I could feel my heart beating a tattoo into my chest. I got inside; his scent permeated the vehicle and as soon as the car door closed. His hands were all over me. I tried to balance my phone somewhere the camera could see, but it fell over in our sultry tangle; it was hot pocket of breath. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth while his fingers traced delicate patterns cross my skin. I let my head fall backwards and closed my eyes in delight as his lips moved unhurriedly along my jaw and down my neck.

I moaned and he took my mouth again. My nipples were already jagged through my shirt. I asked him to go somewhere else, but he just kept touching me. My heart thrashed beneath his warm chest; the possibility of getting caught was making me wetter.

 

He wanted me to unzip his pants, but I was way too skittish. I pleaded between his kisses:

 

“Let’s go somewhere else.”

 

He ignored me and drew my hands to his belt. My fingers fumbled and the buckled leather clattered in my palms.

 

"Come on, babe." he sighed and undid it himself.

 

Then I put him in my mouth. We didn't speak for several minutes as I warmed his cock obediently while he patted my ass. I was so wet down there? Did he notice? I focused on his cock; it was so hot on my tongue and it expanding until I spluttered and choked. I gasped for air.

 

"Esta bien?" Gonny asked with one eyebrow raised.

 

I just nodded as he wiped a bit of saliva from my mouth.

 

"Then continue." Fuck, his voice was sexy.

 

I needed both hands to pleasure his shaft. It was clean shaven with a little hook and a tanned, velvety complexion. I tasted it again. Taking my time to appreciate each inch with my mouth. I traced my tongue down its vein from head to base and it was so hard to breathe with him stuffing my mouth. I relaxed my throat and he started fucking my face. In the McDonalds parking lot, I can still hear myself gagging on his cock now!

 

After using my throat for a bit, Gonny chuckled.

 

I jerked my head up and flourished my raven hair grinning like a Cheshire. "Is it good?" I asked with a competitive glimmer in my eyes.

 

"It's okay." He flashed a smile.

 

Looking back, this made me want to please him harder. "Let's go somewhere else." I suggested again. My fingertips gently stroked his cock. Threading each vein with my touch till it twitched in my palm. He nodded with a smile. The Camaro engine revved awake and I could feel its rumble through the seat.

 

Gonny pulled off the lot before returning my face to his lap. I told him there was a park nearby and he nodded before returning my face to his lap. He was parading me around town like some common whore! The road was a bit uneven and every bump caused his cock to jump in my throat. I’d tried my best not to gag, but I couldn’t breathe.

I muttered something but his cock down my throat muffled the words. I don't know this was making me so set. My head bobbed and pussy throbbed as I gagged on every inch of dick. It was uncomfortable, but I was going to make him cum. I would be the best girl he's ever been with.

 

His mother called and he just glanced at me.

 

Casually, he continued on chatting with his mother. Like he didn't even notice me! I mean. I tried not to be loud, but my tongue swirled and lathered his dick to regain his attention. I reached to fondle his balls while I sucked him off. He was throbbing in my mouth.

 

He clicked his phone off and his attention returned to me. Lust pooled in his dark eyes and they reflected my image. A good-girl, due to be wed, face sloppy with saliva and sucking my childhood crushes cock while he parades my slutty mouth around the town.

 

My face started to flush from wrapping my lips around his girth. He was twitching against my jaw and the slurping sounds of me choking on him filled my ears. Occasionally, I'd glance at his smug face. His fine jaw and dark stubble showed that he'd cleaned up before seeing me. The car jerked to a stop and his dick touched the back of my throat. I gasped again.

“Where are we?” I breathed. My breasts heaving up and down as I gathered my breath.

 

"We’re here." He flashed a devilish smile that revealed dimples. His eyes turned to little slits as he moved across his seat towards me.

 

I don't know why but I took my shoes off. Looking around it was still morning, the sun was high in the sky. The horizon was nylon blue, wide and empty. We were across from the police station. I grimaced but my pussy throbbed. The thought of being caught sent shivers to my toes and rose goosebumps from my thighs.

 

Gonny pulled me towards him and we started making out again.

 

“I love your body.” I moaned and his hands flittered across my skin while he whispered what he'd do to me. His touch crept lower and I moaned into his mouth when he found my gushing treats.

 

He chuckled gently while his fingers started tracing languid circles over my clit. Instinctually, my hips squirmed for him to do it faster and then deeper. He took his time teasing me. Edging me with my pants still on.

I broke from his kiss. "You need to use a condom."

 

"I will." His eyes twinkled when he grinned and I loved his smile but his words. They were a little tricky.

I started taking my clothes off and we moved to the back seat. He thrusted his cock towards my face and told me to put the condom on. I didn't know how and his expression was incredulous. I admired his shape as he equipped himself. I winced.

 

Would all that fit inside me?

 

He flipped me around and went in right away, hard doggy style.

 

“Go harder Papi, Go harder.” My breathing became erratic.

 

I raised my hand to my mouth. What was I saying? Did I just call him, Papi? Oh fuck, he was so rough with me. Smacking my ass till his handprint seared into my cheeks, pulling my hair till my back arched and ramming me into the car door. I could see fog gathering on the windows and my head bobbed with each thrust of his cock. It hurt a little, but it felt so good. The backseat squeaked in discomfort as he railed me while my ass cheeks jumped and bounced around his dick.

 

"Esta bien?"

 

It did hurt. But fuck! I wanted to prove to him I can take it.

 

"Yeah." I said confidently and a slight giggle and Gonny started fucking me harder. My face pressed into the car seat and my breast dragged across the cushion. My ass cheeks clapping echoed in the vehicle and slowly I crawled my way up to the window. My nipples smeared against the glass and I couldn't keep track of what I was saying.

 

"Am I like your boyfriend?"

 

"You'll have to fuck me harder to be like my--"

 

Oh, his cock was stretching me so good! In my reverie, he smacked my ass before switching positions. I put his cock in my mouth and relaxed my throat. He fucked my face till my mascara smeared. The intensity made tears simmer at the crescents of my eyes. My fingers fiddled at my pussy while he abused my mouth.

 

I wanted his cock so bad.

 

I'd never been fucked so crudely before. He was so disrespectful! Just using me like this. I gagged and chortled on his cock. He pulled me into his lap. My eyes hazed and teary from the face fucking. He smacked my ass and I yelped.

 

"Show me what you got."

 

I straddled him and sheathed his dick inside me. I quivered as I settled into his lap. My hips began to wind while I pulled his body closer to mine. I wanted to feel every part of him—inside and outside. My hands shifted to his chest and I could feel his heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

 

Was he excited?

 

I began moaning uncontrollably and Gonny's hands seized around my waist. He guided my rhythm as I rode him and I was feeling it now. A full, warm, rising feeling in my stomach. He started thrusting from the bottom and I was bouncing like a slut on a pogo stick.

 

My titties leapt into the air while his balls slapped against my inner thigh. He was so deep. I struggled to form sentences. He was so rough and I thought to protest but, "I love your dick." Was all that came out.

 

He flipped me on my back and pressed my knees all the way to my head. He was... He was going to mating press me? He struggled for footing in the car; then pressing most his weight into me he slammed his cock inside. I could feel his balls dangling at my entrance. I stifled a moan. I'd almost came.

 

He started thrusting with full view of me. I tucked my arms and bunched my titties for him to gaze at. He didn't look. He just kept fucking me, breeding me like some sort of animal.

 

Was I just a cocksleeve to him?

Why did this feel so fucking good?

 

He pulled me back into his lap and this time I road him like an equestrian. I popped hips in his lap, bringing his cock’s tip to my pussy lips before wriggling around his head and plopping my ass into his lap. I went on like this for awhile. Bringing his entire length in and out my slippery cunt. He started sucking on my nipples and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. His warm mouth enveloped my areola and his longue lapped circles around my areola. He was sucking, too hard. I nudged him to stop and his mouth parted with a string of saliva. I glanced down at my throbbing nippled.

 

He'd left a hicky!

 

Gonny grinned with a Cheshire smile. He’d done it on purpose.

 

I kept riding him and my breathing became ragged.

 

“Do you like it?” I asked him again.

“Go faster, babe.”

 

The gall of this man. I rode him harder pressing my breast into him and my hips slammed and gripped around his cock. I slowed down to breathe and in my dreary reverie he asked me if I wanted to do this again.

 

I can’t believe I said yes…

 

I got off of him and he started making me gag again.

 

Why did it feel so go getting used like this??

 

Our gazes locked as he lodged his length down my throat. I spluttered on his cock and he lifted me up. He laid me on my back and he started to fingerfucking me. I couldn’t believe how wet I was; the sounds my pussy were making... It was mortifying, but fuuuuck did it feel good. My hips twitched as he abused my cunt. He started sucking on my other nipple now. Gently nibbling and smooching it till I wailed in pleasure.

 

My head was starting to feel fuzzy and warmth welled up in abdomen like a damn ready to burst. I imagine my pussy felt and sounded like a slip n slide. He was being so crude and barbaric, but fuck it felt good to be treated like a whore for once.

 

“I thought you were gonna make me cum?” I said with a hearty laugh.

 

“I am.” His smile alights his eyes.

 

I was already so close.

 

He flips me over and starts to do me doggy again; this is embarrassing but. He thrusted so quickly inside me there were still air and my pussy pooted. He kept fucking me with my face down and ass raised. I remember him smacking my butt and asking him if it was his.

 

Ughh I said yes!!

 

When I’d finally came, the pleasure exploded like tremors across my body. First it felt like an erupting warmth from my stomach and then it spread, spasming through my clenched thighs. Then my legs went weak and my vision blurred as I collapsed into the seat. My pussy juices glistened like diamonds, little wet rivulets trailing down my thighs and onto the upholstery.

 

“You want to go to the park?”

 

My eyes widened. I shifted in my orgasm-addled haze to look at him.

 

I thought we were done!

 

I gulped. I glanced at his nethers. His cock was still hard.

 

I nodded because I thought he meant we’d be leaving now, but he again grabbed my head and started making me give him oral. He was using my mouth like a fleshlight! But my pussy was so satisfied. Warm waves of ecstasy flooded over my body and I sucked him like a good slut. After that we moved to the front of the car, I told him I need to change but he doesn’t let me.

 

The Camaro engine revs into a low growl and Gonny wheeled us to our final destination.

 

 

FINAL CHAPTER (Explicit Sexual Content)

 

The next part is the one my husband always wants the most details about because there is no recording:

Gonny drives us from the police station to the park which is a half mile away through downtown. Its noon now and the warm aromas of sex and sweat permeate the car. Gonny crack our windows and the fresh breeze sweeps goosebump across my skin. He revs the Camero’s engine and the rumble spreads fresh vibrations inside my pussy. My cunts quivering, still leaking and I clench my thighs thinking about the gooey mess of flesh I’ve been reduced to.

 

I giggle. “Where are we going? You know I need to put my clothes on, Papi.”

 

Gonny flashes a wry smile and fastens his seatbelt with a click. He careens out the parking lot and my face drops.

We’re both naked; if we get pulled over it’ll be the death of me. Red flush darkens my cheeks and I cross my arms to stop my breasts from jiggling about.

 

With his left hand on the wheel, his right hand cradles the back of my head. He’s looking at the road while pushing my face into his lap. His cock shoots skyward and suddenly its inches from my face. The smell makes my nose wiggle. The saccharine staunch of my pussy is still on his dick and I can see dried rivulets from my pussy cumming on his phallus. Curiously, I start stroking it. My eyes widen. Gingerly, I trace my fingertips up and down his firm length. I kiss his dick. Thanking it for the pounding it gave me just minutes ago. I glance at the dashboard; it’s 12:30pm and he’d been stuffing my holes since nine. His dick twitches. I roll my eyes and look at Gonny.

 

“Papi, I really need to put on clothes.”

 

“Come on, babe.” He makes a sharp turn and his cock slaps across my cheek. I blink in shock and he nudges my head closer to his tip. I open my slutty mouth for him again. He’s skull fucking me while he drives. I can still hear the gagging and Camero engine grumbling reverberating in my memory. The aroma of my creampied pussy filled my nose. It was all so dirty. I slurped and started rubbing on my clit. I was moaning with a mouthful and I could feel his cum leaking on my tongue. My head felt heady and my ass cheeks still stung from his earlier abuse. Ugh! Even my jaw was beginning to hurt, but I was committed to servicing his cock. I wanted to be better than the other girls.

 

As I bobbed my head like a slinky spring, I thought:

 

The only orifice he hadn’t abused was my ass! Was he going to sodomize me next?

My gaze flickered to his grinning face. He wasn’t paying attention to me! I swirled my tongue in effort to make him flinch and the car jolted to a halt.

 

His cock jumped inside my throat and I must’ve sounded like I was drowning because he ripped me from his lap. His fingers curled tightly in the tresses of my black hair and he kissed me before telling me to get out the car. I obeyed.

The park was quiet and empty aside from the chirping larks and tweeting songbirds; a river babbled in the foreground. He’d parked furthest from the main road and forest acted as cover on the passenger side. The main road was on the driver’s side. I’m so nervous though, cradling my bosom and quivering in the noon air.

 

“Papi?”

 

He grips my shoulders and forcefully bends me over. My head and torso are pushed inside the backseat of the car. I plant my hands on the car seat and his shadow spills into the backseat. I can feel himself positioning behind me. He was going to mount me. Again. He spanks me sharply and I lift my ass in reaction. He impales me with his cock and I’m standing on my tippytoes. My pussy opens wide for him and my head bobs with each thrust of his hips. I’m moaning and spouting all sorts of ignorance with my orgasm-addled brain.

 

He spanks me again and he grips my ass till his fingernails bite into my flesh. I cover my mouth and wail through my palm. I’m worried we’re being too loud! He starts jackhammering me and I can’t help it. My face falls onto the seat and my titties drag across the leather. He lifts my legs like a wheelbarrow and starts taking my pussy over and over again.

 

“Who’s pussy is it?”

 

I mumble. “Tu Papi…”

 

He angles his cock upward so that’s it grinding against the roof of my guts. My face contorts as my thighs clench around his waist. “Who’s pussy is it?” His voice is thicker this time, and my cunt is quivering gleefully from the abuse. He fucks me harder and I shout over the sounds of my ass cheeks clapping against his thighs.

 

“It’s your pussy, Papi. It’s yours!” I keep going on in my native tongue while he commands me.

 

“Look at me when I fuck you.”

 

“Yes, Papi. Fuck my pussy, Papi. FUCK! That’s it, Papi. Make. Me. Your. Bitch! Oh!!”

 

I don’t know how long he stretched my pussy for, but he really wanted to sodomize me. I hadn’t even done that with my fiancé! He slid a finger inside my butthole while fucking me… then two. Ugh! I remember saying ‘no’ but I almost whispered it! It felt so different!

 

His cock slid in and out my body until I slumped into the backseat. I could feel Gonny trying to put it in my ass, but I swung around and got on my knees. The grass felt coarse on my shins, but I grabbed his thighs and deep throated Gonny to completion. His essence flooded my mouth and he palmed my head with one hand. Rotating my head, he fucked both sides of my jaw till his cock bulged from either cheek. It felt like he was washing my mouth with his cum and I held his gaze the entire time he violated my face. When he was finished, he shoved his cock towards my tonsils and exploded one more time. My eyes went dreary with pleasure and humiliation.

 

I turned on my knees; the sun was setting. In the mirror, my mascara traced sad black rivulets down my cheeks. Like I’d been crying. My knees were caked with dirt and my whole body reeked of cumdump. My eyes were red around the edges. How much cum had I drank from him today? A pint? My pussy pulsated and stirred with his swimmers.

 

“It’s time to go, Mai. We have people to see.”

 

I heard the driver’s side door shut and he gestured me to get inside. There was more?

Seraphina stirred from her slumber. Her light-brown skin shimmered, clammy with sweat and her body struggled against her restraints. Chains bound her wrists and ankles. Her limbs splayed across the operation table like a starfish in the dark. She jerked her arms and the chains clattered against the metal surface. The potent fragrance of bergamot and citrus made her nose crinkle. Candlelight flickered in the distant corners of the room, giving shape to writhing shadows that swelled and stretched in the lambent lighting. The heady incense made her head whirl. Fragmented memories flashed and flittered through Seraphina’s mind like lightning; her head pounded like thunder.

 

The distant echoes of battle cries carried from somewhere outside the walls. Seraphina’s lungs swelled to scream. The crashing of steel and guttural roars cursed the open air.

 

Seraphina’s gaze scoured the chamber. Thick, impenetrable walls that stretched towards an unseeable ceiling.

She’d felt ensnared in some frigid abyss. Her breath hitched in her throat. She squeezed her fist until her nails bit into her palm. Unnerved by the encroaching sense of prey that had been refrigerated for its natural predator. Seraphina’s ears twitched. She could hear the howling winds outside. She shivered. She was cold, goosebumps prodded at her exposed arms and thighs. I am naked? A frigid draft whistled from a vent somewhere in the chamber and Seraphina thrashed again.

The distant echoes of battle cries carried from somewhere outside the walls. Seraphina’s lungs swelled to scream. The crashing of steel and guttural roars cursed the open air.

 

STAND TALL SISTERS!

 

The woman’s voice was desperate, urgent yet familiar. Seraphina tried desperately to recall where she’d heard it before, or to understand the feeling bludgeoning in her chest.

 

THOUGH WE ARE BESET BY MANY TERRIBLE BEASTS IN THESE DARK TIMES!WE WILL WALK IN THE LIGHT OF THE EMPERORFOR WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF-EVIDENT,IN THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS AND THE DEFENSE OF JUSTICE.WE SHALL NOT PERMIT A SINGLE FOE TO STAY US FROM OUR DUTY!FOR WE ARE THE SISTERS OF THE GREAT ECCLESIARCHYAND WE WILL FIGHT TO THE BITTER ENDREMAIN STRONG SISTER SERA—

 

The woman’s speech choked and spluttered.

 

WE WILL RES—

 

The woman’s brave bellowing ended flatly. Seraphina didn’t recognize the words, nor their meaning, but the woman’s voice and heroic tenor. It seemed homely and admirable. It roused a powerful feeling within Seraphina; she parted her lips to scream.

 

Nothing.

 

Seraphina realized. She’d been gagged. Seraphina chewed at the spongy-bit foaming between her teeth. It released a gooey nectar when she bit into it—viscous liquid, sweet like honey. The bit was too soft to chomp on, lenient to Seraphina’s teeth and seemingly designed to prevent her from harming herself. The sickly goo oozed from the sponge-gag and Seraphina coughed and spluttered to prevent the fluid from dripping down her throat.

 

Grunting and groaning, Seraphina writhed against her restraints. Her cheeks flushed with color. The metal shackles nipped into Seraphina’s wrists and ankles. Each awkward movement searing pain throughout her body and causing Seraphina to bite down harder. Her vision blurred as sweat matted her creased brow. The sickly ooze now pooling at the crevice of her bosom and dripping languid down the contours of her willowy hips and thighs.

 

The chamber’s door swung open and clattered against the wall. Light flooded from the hallway and Seraphina squinted. Her emerald eyes flickered with hope as canary light illumined three towering silhouettes. Tall and gaunt with pale skin and snarled faces. They had sharp, aggressive features, flaring slits for nostrils and pointed ears that angled toward the ceiling. Their long legs carried them towards her. Each tall figure cradling something in their slender fingers.

Their black eyes roamed Seraphina’s bound and nude figure. Each one of them ogling and drinking in the luxury of their brown-skinned captive with her frightened expression and muffled sounds.

 

“Mhmmm!” Seraphina flailed on the table, panic consuming her.

 

One figure jostled forward with a box full of strange devices, blinking baubles and beeping gadgets that clamored alongside each other. Another pinched a gleaming scalpel between his thumb and index, sterling silver and sheening like the creature’s beady, black eyes. The last and tallest of the trio held a small controller. Its large hands dwarfed the device; made it look like a candy bar.

 

“Mhmmm? Mhmmm?!” Seraphina’s words muffled in her gag as the sickly fluid drenched her throat.

 

The one with the controller pressed his thumb over a button and spoke, "No need to fear, little one." His deep baritone did little to assuage her anxiety. In perfect congruence, their all-black gazes locked on Seraphina’s naked form. She writhed violently. Her breaths ragged and choked. They approached her with silent, graceful movements, almost gliding across the floor. Their ghastly visages stark white and a pale light in the dark.

 

We merely want to...” the trio surrounded her as the tallest Eldar spoke. Their long shadows cast over Seraphina. One produced a vial filled with a milky substance; the other produced a needle. Seraphina's heart thrashed.

 

"Relax," the Dark Eldar lowered his thin lips to shell of her ear. “You will feel no pain.” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. The needle pierced her shoulder and Seraphina wailed into her gagged; her pearly teeth gnashed at the spongy-bit. Sweetness slicked her mouth as her body went numb and collapsed limply against the table.

 

Seraphina flinched from the coolness of the aluminum bed against her back and the weightlessness that followed. With each thump of her heart, a lulling warmth coursed through her veins. Her eyes lowered to halfmoons and she squirmed tepidly. Seraphina drifted into dreamy numbness. Her eyes lulled on the bleary images of the Dark Eldar’s faces—curious and fierce, pallid skin stretched unnaturally tight across their visages. Slanted noses and black dots for eyes, their inquisitive fingers began exploring each contour of her body. Three Eldars and six hands, Seraphina endured a myriad of sensations. They tended to Seraphina. With practiced touch, they attached several probes and sensors to her body, monitoring her vital signs and responses.

 

Their fingers followed along the curve of her calves, feeling her lithe muscles and caressing the luxury that were Seraphina’s caramel skin. Upwards they stroked her inner thighs, cautious not to touch her tenderest spot. Finally, the Dark Eldars’ six hands groped at her torso. Their intrusive fingers explored her breast. Cupping her bosom and squeezing the pillowy mounds before pinching the firmness of her nipples between their frigid fingers.

Seraphina splayed silent beneath their ministrations. Her limbs numb and her expression dreamy and distant. Their danger and perversion were not lost on her. Only she could not shriek or flail or escape. Her hips jerked when she’d felt a mouth envelope her tit. Seraphina gasped at the warmth.

 

Despite her mind being clouded with confusion and dread, her body reacted involuntarily to the sensation. Her lithesome hips rolled toward the ceiling and her fingers curled with desperation. The Dark Eldar’s mouth suckled and nipped at her breast, alternating between gentle strokes and rough tugs. Her nails clawed lines into the metal table beneath her and an unwelcome heat gnarled in Seraphina’s gut. The foreign tongue flicked against her nipple, sending shivers through her. The Dark Eldar's wet lips drew languid circles, suckling her tenderly and a newfound arousal blossomed between her legs.

She wanted more. And they knew it.

 

Their hands glided downwards and a finger slipped between her legs, stroking the sensitive folds. While the third Eldar tended to her cunt, the duo ravaged her bosom. One’s lithe tongue laved at her nipple. Swirling kisses and licks that left a trail of fire across her sensitive flesh. Its teeth grazed her areola and Seraphina whimpered, arching her back. Her muscles clenched and relaxed.

 

The second Eldar knelt beside her. Its dark eyes enjoying the sight of her succulent mounds. It took hold of her other breast, gently squeezing and manipulating it. It was tender at first, softly squeezing her pillowy bosom till its squished between its fingers; then the Eldar unhinged its jaw. Revealing the impressive length of its pink tongue and enveloped Seraphina’s tit. His tongue lapped happily at her hardened peak, her nipple turning rigid with excitement. Seraphina’s back arched involuntarily; she squeezed her eyes shut. She was unable to resist or stop him and each new sensation drove her further into a spiral. Her legs tremored and her chains clattered in a cacophony of slurping sounds and groaned, lewd pleasures.

Seraphina's mind buzzed with disbelief. Her needy body was quivering delirious with desire. Tears simmered at the crescent of her eyes, and the lapping mouths gorged relentlessly of her nipples. Their rough tongues raked at her skin, leaving her wincing but aching for more. Her back contorted, pressing more of her bosom into their suckling mouths. She released a caterwaul shriek as her mind drifted listlessly, consumed and confused by the surge of sensations sapping her body and spirit.

 

The third Eldar shifted its attention to her nether regions and Seraphina realized she could see this whole spectacle. A body length mirror attached to the ceiling. Their cloaked bodies swarmed her willowy figure in the glass, groping on her and sucking harder at her breasts until she could feel her tits leaking.

 

They want my—

 

A debilitating sensation shattered her thoughts.

 

The third’s fingers traced around Seraphina’s entrance, circling and prodding at her bright pink, seeking the right angle to penetrate. Seraphina's breath quickened, her pulse racing as anticipation and humiliation built inside her. Her hips twitched away from his touch; the Dark Eldar parted her labia with its pallid fingertips, revealing her glistening folds. It dipped inside Seraphina, crudely exploring her—unsure where to go or what to touch. Seraphina gasped, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on land.

 

Next was her clitoris. The Dark Eldar prodded it absentmindedly. It seemed unfamiliar with the engorged nub, so his thumbs bore into her thighs. Parting her legs so that the Eldar’s nostrils flared as it savored her wanton scent. His rough tongue traveled up her inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. As it reached her core, her body trembled, frightened but desperate for relief.

 

Gently, he pushed his long tongue inside her, eliciting a moan from Seraphina's lips. Her eyes were closed, her face scrunched in pleasure as the Eldar's sharp teeth gnawed at her nipple. Her legs quivered in response, straining against the bonds that kept her immobile. Her sex dripped with arousal, her wetness a testament to her desire. The Dark Eldar's rough tongue delved deeper, stimulating her inner walls. Seraphina cried out in ecstasy, unable to control her own body as the sensations overwhelmed her.

 

He flicked it carefully at her entrance, probing the soft walls, and then thrust deeper. Her body responded instinctively, her hips rolling and her leg muscles quivering. The Dark Eldar's tongue lapped greedily at her, making her writhe in agony and ecstasy. Each stroke brought pleasure and pain, driving her closer to the edge.

 

The Eldar lapped at her insides, teasing her until she couldn't bear it anymore. The pleasure built and built inside her, like an inferno threatening to consume her. Seraphina could no longer control herself; her entire body trembled in ecstasy, the tension in her body finally released.

 

Her head slammed backward onto the cold metal surface. Her hair hung over the edge, her face contorted in ecstasy. Seraphina closed her eyes and succumbed to debilitating waves of pleasure. She could feel his tongue lap at her insides, sending shockwaves through her. He kissed and sucked at her clit, driving her crazy. The Eldar continued exploring her folds, its face buried between her legs. Every touch of its fingers and its warm, wet tongue made her body react without her consent.

 

She was crying. Seraphina’s mind was torn. Half of her begged to be free, while the other half reveled in the intense sensations flooding her body.

 

The Eldar’s intrusion was foreign, yet pleasurable. Her body arched further, urging him in and sucking him deeper. Slowly, he moved in and out, filling her tightness and feeling her shape. Seraphina writhed beneath him. The other two Eldar continued to feast upon her breasts, their wet tongues and hot breath lapping at her nipples while their fingers pinched and twisted her tender buds.

 

They were suckling her breast she realized. Whether for nourishment of some twisted, Dark Eldar pleasure the three of them were drinking her essence. She could feel her juices leaving her body and her mind fell into a sultry lull. Darkness and abject pleasure clouding her senses as she collapsed into a slumber.

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWO: Memories (Flashback)

 

The desert landscape of Ophelia VII stretched on for countless miles, sand swept ruins and arid dunes that rolled on endlessly in each cardinal direction. The crescent moon wheeled cross the glittering, night horizon and the smoky scents of cindered tinder and warding incense charmed the air. Moonlight illumined the Sisterhood's campsite. The scene was silent, save the crackling of firewood and the clinking armaments of Sisters Agrippina and Seraphina strolling the perimeter.

Their fellows Sisters slumbered warily in pitched tents the color of sand; others huddled around the dwindling campsite flames. Consternation creased their brows and the firelight played fancifully with shades cross their grimacing faces. Their petite noses crinkled; a smoky, metallic tang staunched the air.

 

The Sisterhood's nearest outpost were miles away. Fate left them stranded by a dust storm, separated from half their squadron and now gauntlet by the frigid hollow of the night.

 

Seraphina sauntered alongside Agrippina; her slender neck craned to meet her mentor's glowering visage. The veteran's brow knitted like a storm cloud; her dark hair tied back in a bun and her sharp eyes scanning the night for any signs of danger. Seraphina’s short legs hurried to keep pace with Agrippina's long strides. Her emerald eyes twinkled with curiosity, and Seraphina’s raven hair flourished in the wind.

 

"Sister Agrippina," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "This is my first mission with the Order, and I must confess that I am nervous.

 

Agrippina lips tugged to a faint smile. "Don't be," she replied curtly. Her gaze was cold and distant, like that of a seasoned soldier. Seraphina watched her with admiration. Despite her rigid appearance and demeanor, her mentor had a gentler side. She had taken Seraphina under her wing, teaching her the ways of the Sisterhood and the art of combat.

 

As Agrippina took a swig from her canteen, a caterwaul scream pierced the air—the quiet of the night was in danger. Agrippina's eyes narrowed to slits and she screwed her canteen shut. The eastern winds whipped through the desert, carrying with it the cloying scent of fresh blood and decay. The campfire flared and wisped embers into the dark. The Sisterhood startled from their slumber and drew their weapons. ZING!

 

Zigzagging through the dunes like serpents in the underbrush; the Heretics swarmed the Sisterhood in a gloom of darkness. Clashed steel rang-out into the atmosphere and clattering sparks flashed in the dark. The whir of blades colliding, and shouts of anger mingled in the tumultuous din; it were a cacophony of violence. Seraphina’s breath hitched in her throat; her goose-bumped flesh sweated frigid with fear.

 

Agrippina unsheathed her blade. Its famed silver hilt glimmered in the moonlight and its blade sheened with the orange flames threatening to consume their shelter. "Stay close," she said, her voice low and strict. Seraphina nodded; her eyes widened with fear as she clutched her sword rigidly. Smoke fogged the air and the two women moved slowly, carefully navigating the maelstrom of violence that surrounded them.

 

Agripina's gaze scanned the chaotic scene, her chest rising and falling with the intense urgency of battle. Her dark eyes gleamed with a macabre fervor as her blade met the enemies’ in a flurry of fierce strikes. Silvery moonlight gleamed from her sweat-drenched brow as she fought with savage determination, a grimace twisting her lips. Her every move was precise, honed from years of training, as if she were dancing with her foes rather than engaging in a lethal struggle for survival.

Seraphina watched in awe; her heart thrashed. She were rushed by a towering man with bronzed skin and wild, dark hair. His large polearm thundered as it slammed into the ground, narrowly missing Seraphina. His amber eyes glowed with lupine fanaticism. Seraphina’s body paralyzed with fear, like prey cornered before its natural predator. She swallowed hard and shifted her weight to narrowly evade again.

 

Agrippina's eyes flickered toward Seraphina; her expression was a mix of pride and fury. "REMEMBER YOUR FOOTWORK!" she called out, her shrill voice cutting through the chaos and clamor.

 

Seraphina jumped at her mentor’s voice, a surge of adrenaline jolting through her veins. Her heart raced as she stumbled to move towards her. Agrippina didn't turn to face her, but Seraphina could sense her smile in the way her armor creaked as she shifted her weight. They fought side by side, moving as one in the heat of battle. Seraphina marveled at Agrippina'a skill, her fluid movements and quick reflexes.

 

The winds whirled as their battle ensued, sand and plumed smoke consuming them in a arid plume. Seraphina coughed and covered her mouth with the back of her sleeve, feeling the thick dust cloud engulfing her as she spun to evade her attackers. It was becoming hard to breathe and her eyes squinted and simmered with tears.

 

The air was thick with the stench of fear. The blood chortled wails of Heretics and their Sisters cursed the air. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over their surroundings. The sand shifted beneath their feet as they clashed, each clang of their blades ringing out over the desolate dunes. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she knew by its touch it were her mentor. Agrippina was a masterful warrior, her technique unmatched in the Sisterhood. But even she could not hold back the tide of the Heretics for long.

 

"Come on, sisters!" Agrippina shouted, her voice rising above the din of battle.

 

"Sister Agrippina, we must retreat!" Seraphina cried out.

 

Agrippina's body jerked as if startled by the sound of Seraphina’s voice. Her dark eyes swept over the pandemonium, taking in the number of the enemies that surrounded them. Then, with a sharp nod, she spun her sword around and stepped forward, her blade cutting through the air with a deadly grace.

 

With a surge of energy, Seraphina joined her. Just beyond the horizon, a dust storm was brewing in the black of night. Its harrowing gales screeched in the distance. And so they fled. Sisters Seraphina and Agrippina sprinted through the night towards the whipping dust-devil. The winds howled. The flames fanned and the sand and smoke swirled, obscuring everything in its wake.

 

To be continued...

Moonlight stretched shadows from trees bordering east of the village. Great oaks and redwoods towered like watchmen to the village-folk. In the witching hours of the night, restless children peeked pale-faced through cottage windows towards silhouettes emerging from the forest. Dancing shades, fleeting between the trees, flailed their limbs to a rhythm the colonials feared till the night waned away.

 

The following morning, all the town gathered beneath the Orator's balcony. The Orator, a tall and refined man, made his way onto stage. Exiting his study, his *latchet shoes thumped hollow cross the wooden platform; the august gale rustled his salted beard. Below, at the foot of his house, the crowd bickered. Dressed in greatcoats for the autumn cold, their volume grew as rumors circulated.

 

The Orator's eyes, silver like a freshly sharpened axe, fell on the audience. Their nervous attentions shifted between him and their own murmurings. The sun rose. The horizon bled—hemorrhaged tinges of purple and crimson and the Orator found his thoughts lost in this vivid, red reality.

 

We will need three this year," the Orator's words echoed. The crowd's volume grew again, but like a gavel, his voice thundered down, silencing the throng.

 

"It is inevitable." He paused. "Which children will sacrifice themselves for the sake of our Colony?

 

The crowd grew restless. Their eyes swam amongst each other; then a small hand amidst the thrall sprung up. A smooth-faced youth with a head too large for his torso ambled to the front of the crowd. The Orator examined the swain. Raven-haired, big brown-eyed; the boy's face was as broad and innocent as a cabbage.

 

"Eli, is it?"

 

The boy nodded.

 

"Two more," the Orator continued.

 

A cool, sleek fellow with ebony hair and a tobacco pipe loosely held betwixt his fingers answered. "I will join the boy." The crowd shrieked—no adult had dare venture beyond the forest.

 

The Orator grimaced. "I do not understand." Pensively, he tapped his finger on the balcony's railing.

 

Slim with a tilted brim, the Fellow smiled beneath the shade of his hat. "The decision is yours, Orator."

 

The crowd bickered in their mass:

 

Do you want your child to go?

 

The Orator watched their eyes flitter between him and their own chop-and-change conversations.

 

My boy is only twelve!

 

An adult tribute was unprecedented.

 

Observe the Commandments!

 

The Orator reasoned groups were more immoral than individuals.

 

Jesus, he's already volunteered himself!

 

Likely, they'd permit heresy to retain their individual lives. "One more," the Orator continued. They hushed and an older boy stepped forward.

 

"I'll go," Amias said. His storm grey eyes honed on their leader.

 

"Depart morrow's dawn. Today's gathering is adjourned. We thank you for your sacrifice."

 

The colonists dispersed to their routines—weaving textiles, tending acres and farm animals. The adults toiled till dusk; mothers held tears back like rain clouds. Hovering over bleak gardens, the children thought their parents would turn to water if they could. They would lament and nourish the barren furrows until spring came, but they didn't, and autumn blew cold as ever, wilting their ashen faces.

 

From the balcony, the Orator returned to his study. He disciplined to his ledger; he arranged preparations for the boys' and the Fellow's funeral. He recorded studiously the numbers of the crops and livestock. He accounted for this year's drought, the incoming supplies and even medicinal needs. He accounted for everyone and every outcome. And as the colonists toiled beneath the fall sun, they reminded themselves: For it is by faith we have been saved.

 

The Fellow and the boys stood mutely at the center of the lot. The Fellow veiled in exhaled smoke and Eli, savoy and innocent, his big brown eyes, deep like a lake, drinking the Fellow in.

 

Amias shoved his peer. "What are you thinking?"

 

Eli faced Amias and puffed his chest proud as a peacock; the boy's shrill voice eked out.  "The cemetery is the only thing still growing here."

 

Amias flinched. "Eli, none. And I mean none have returned from the forest, not since years ago. Melody and your mother, they will weep."

 

Eli clenched his fists till his nails bit his palms. " Amias, isn't hasn't rained in this long!" The boy extended his arms in measurement.  "Every winter we starve and now the tree shades?" Eli glanced towards the fenced perimeter of the village--sharpened logs plunged like toothpicks in a ring around their hamlet. "I don't know what's out there in the dark but..." The autumn winds made Eli's eyes water. "This can't be life."

 

Amias measured his friend. He'd seen stalks of corn sturdier than Eli, taller too. Yet, there was no reversing his decision. Amias glanced towards the Fellow; they were all dead men. He sighed. "Let's head home for now. We all need rest."

 

Eli nodded and trotted off.

 

The Fellow called. "We'll depart at dawn. Don't be late."

 

Amias faced the Fellow. He was a wiry man. The tallest in their village; his figure thin as a shade. The Fellow's presence felt ghastly, ephemeral as the thin wisps of grey smoke curled at the brim of his hat. It was necessary to see and hear and touch him to be sure he was real. Beneath all that haze, the Fellow was smiling; the red cherry of his **cheroot glowing as he toked.

 

"May I ask you a question?"

 

The Fellow puffed. "You just did."

 

The teen's brow furrowed to a grumpy line. "You could've disappeared from this place and no one would've batted an eye. Why forfeit your life?"

 

The Fellow breathed a curt, mirthless cackle. "Demons laugh when we discuss the future, boy. Even fates grim as ours." His lips formed a Cheshire grin. "Now go collect ye condolences before the day ends."

 

Amias eyed him. Black hat, black shirt and spindly bronzed limbs, his sinewy frame dwarfed the teen. "Your words aren't fake Fellow, but I can already tell your smile is a lie."

 

The Fellow indulged one last drag before discarding and stomping his cigar into the arid land. "The truth will not ease your suffering, boy."

 

 

*********************

 

Eli's pace grew sluggish as he neared his home. His mouth had become impossibly dry. He hadn't time to find the proper words for his mother. 'Goodbye' and 'I love you' could never be enough. Approaching the oak wood cottage, he traced the image of its pallid square face and overhanging eaves. The thought of culled vegetables warm over a licking fire eased him. The oakwood door flung open and his mother swaddled him. Eli nestled warm in her embrace. Then he explained his decision.

 

"The cemetery is the only thing still growing here," the boy said. He wondered where the Pastor went. Why is it no one reads now except the Orator? And beyond this gauntlet of trees, his peers whispered of a shore.

 

She was eerily quiet; fresh tears clung to the sleepless crescents of her eyes. "Eli, would you rather be loved or respected?"

 

Eli's brow creased. "Loved, mom. Loved. Always."

 

Her hands shifted to his shoulders; she spoke slowly, "Protect yourself by yourself."

 

Eli could feel his heart in his palms; his fist clenched.

 

"Note the direction of the wind." His mother's thumb traced gentle circles around his knuckle. "And Eli, Christians aren't necessarily good people. They're just forgiven."

 

Taps on the oak wood door broke their silence. At the open doorway, a girl beckoned Eli. His mother gestured him to join her. Eli hurried. His mother's eyes followed him then she returned to work, altering between preparing his supplies and supper. Outside the youths frolicked. Eli chased the girl around shoddy barns, unlocked gates and over leaning fences. As he pursued her, he examined the faces of onlookers. Torpid adults with drab eyes always following some hazy possibility—Eli thought. There had to be fates worse than death.

 

Eli halted as his friend slipped beneath the shade of an alleyway formed by a gabled roof and an abutting fence dividing the backyards. Eli moved through the shade and emerged again in sunlight. She sat on a wooden bench with her face opposite to him, her expression crestfallen as the red sun loomed before them. Eli approached her with a measured step and as he neared, he remarked on a faint humming sound.

 

"Melody, the sounds you make. They're enchanting."

 

She faced him with a furtive smile. "Years ago, when it rained, they would sing hymns in praise," her hands fidgeted. She said. "I've never sung for anyone before."

 

"Yeah, this is the first time I've heard you sing."

 

Melody's finger curled in her hair. "So you're leaving tomorrow." Her eyes narrowed.

 

"Yeah." Eli shifted closer.

 

They kissed and ruddy light illuminated their expressions. Eli, petrified like a gargoyle, then seeing the setting sun, he motioned, "The night is nearing."

 

Melody's hands moved to hold his face. Eli explained, "I love you and I am sorry. I'm so sorry, Melody. Part of me wants to grow old with you in this village and part of me wants to know the truth." His gaze fell to the earth.

She lifted his head. "Do you remember our first meeting?" Eli blushed and Melody brought her lips to his. "You looked just like that. It was a winter morning and my parents had perished with the season. I was always so gloomy and you'd follow me around like a shadow on a clear day."

"I wanted to make you happy. Like how you make me happy." "Mhm. One day you just blurted out that you loved me." she giggled. "Listen, Melody I was--" She pressed a finger to his lips. Her eyes checked for onlookers. "I thought you were brave that day, pestering as a bee to a flower petal. Don't change."

 

The two hurried home. The sun descending in cloaks of violet and vermillion, Melody turned back and hymned, "Your footsteps running around in the darkness. They alone I will listen for in the night!"

It was a late autumn Friday afternoon; saccharine aromas scented the air. The sky dyed hues crimson and fuchsia. Beyond the pines which gauntlet the warehouse, the chirps of cicadas and passerby cars hummed.

 

Outwardly, the warehouse appeared abandoned and nondescript. Elijah lounged within. He lax on a burgundy couch with a cut-glass of liquor nursed between his fingertips. He’d manicured nails and scarred, dark brown hands. His amber eyes mirrored in the cognac glass and Elijah drank the liquor to its dregs. He’d get thoroughly soused till dusk. His more epicurean customers arrived only during the witching hours of the night.

 

He watched The Boys from a flatscreen TV which hummed a blue hue in his loungeroom. Elijah’s gaze averted to the room’s sole window. Canary light sliced the blinds and illuminated three black teardrops beneath the crescent of his right eye. He watched the parking lot.

 

It was a vacant flat, dusty and unkempt. Fallen green tree leaves, red dirt and dust floated in the afternoon air. It was junky and college students’ hours at 7:00 PM. A magenta pink sedan careened into the lot and its chrome black rims spurred debris. The engine purred to a stop and a raven-haired belle exited the driver side door.

 

Elijah’s eyes squinted; her features were obscured by the gleaming sun. He thought. Her silhouette alone could seduce him; she sashayed effortlessly in a little black dress. Eli nibbled his bottom lip. He texted the bouncers:

 

Allow her passage. Take her phone and get the tags on her car.

 

He had plans for this one.

 

The drive to the city outskirts was beyond an inconvenience for Lillian. She preferred to avoid this side of town; she’d only ventured here on the merits of her boyfriend, James. James had recently injured himself sparring and now was unable to get weed for himself... alas... James found a workaround to this conundrum.

 

Lily reluctantly agreed. She was always amicable, a people pleaser, even when she was glum. Her mother would scold her saying: “Lillian, be sure you save some of that kindness for yourself.”

 

She dressed meticulously in the mirror. Curling her eyelashes as she bent nearer the vanity, she’d alabaster skin and a permanent sun-kissed blush. Her lipstick and garments were black; Lillian wanted to look good today. Not for James, he was probably icing his knee while flaming loser teammates on some video game. She just wanted to feel sexy.

When she’d finished, she loved her look. Her fingers flitted across her cheek; she’d bought red contacts. They’d allowed her a sense of anonymity. Like she could be someone else, someone different, maybe that’s why she cosplayed.

 

She left her house around 6:00PM. The colorful sky made her feel better; she adored the sunset. She drove her pink Acura. It had been her gift for graduating college last year.

 

From the interstate, she veered into the shoddy lot. Her car tires churned the graveled terrain. The ramshackle warehouse loomed in the background. She exited her car and her eyes searched the crumbling scene for any signs of life. James warned her Elijah, the dealer, could be a bit eccentric. He was a foreigner. He’d been described as tall, dark, brooding and of course, his place of business was secluded, sylvan and off some interstate.

 

Lillian’s black heels crunched unsteadily amidst the pallid landscape. There was an eeriness to this place; her instincts screamed flee. That debate died when she saw a text alight the phone in her purse. It was James, reminding her which strain of weed he wanted. She eye-rolled then took a readied step towards the two doormen. One was tall, gaunt and the other wide and burly.

 

“No phones inside the building.” The oaf’s voice was gruff. He proffered his large palm.

 

She reluctantly agreed. “You better not lose it!” Her heels clacked impatiently pass the olive, rusted door. Lillian’s eyes panned the derelict building and the exit clanged shut behind her.

 

The frigid draft brought goosebumps to her exposed shoulders and she’d suddenly felt naked in her evening gown. The doormen shuffled behind Lillian and to her left and right were murky hallways who’s ends she could not discern. Glass and debris crowded concrete floors and the sharp scents of cigarettes and iron stained thin air. Lillian strengthened her posture. Her carmine eyes found no comfort in this dim lit interior; Lillian’s snowy complexion possibly the brightest hue in sight.

Lily’s left heel retreated backwards and the doormen nudged her forward. She crinkled her nose. They led her to who she presumed Elijah. He sat on a burgundy couch with a half-bottle of Grand Marnier on a low-rise table. The sun was setting in the window and its fading rays shimmered gently off his dark skin.

 

Elijah rose from the couch to greet Lillian. He’d a sinewy frame; all his muscles taut beneath a crisp white button up and black slacks. Lily’s neck craned as he approached and the sunset stretched his shadow to engulf the room.

 

Elijah flashed a pearly, macabre smile and asked. “What’s your fix?”

 

She crossed her arms and asserted. “White Widow, J-James wanted White Widow.” She’d stammered. Frustrated, Lillian turned her gaze to the flatscreen TV.

 

Lily’s lithe body writhed restless beneath her black dress. Elijah glimpsed her furtive nipples. Lillian puckered her jaw and swept her black hair over her shoulder. Tingles crept cross her pale skin; she could feel his lewd attention. She couldn’t escape the feeling—the sense of prey unnerved before its natural predator.

 

Brusquely, she cleared her throat and their eyes crossed.

 

Eli amused. This was James girlfriend? He was a good guy, sure and one hell of a fighter. Did drugs socially; played basketball at the Rec Center on Sundays. This woman, though. Elijah could see it in her doe-eyed expressions. She adored gazing up while on calloused knees. He could see her orgasm blush lips around his ebony features right now. Elijah disciplined. He should savor his quarry.

 

Without prompt, Eli began feeling her up. His palms caressed her shoulders, taut waist and hips. Elijah’s expression steadfast. “I’ve got to frisk you, first. Company policy. But I know James. Good guy, great actually. Are you a good woman?” Eli teased without a smile.

 

Instinct screamed her to flee. Lillian’s eyes and body gestured towards the door. Her lips motioned to speak until she’d felt Elijah’s touch; his fingertips curiously exploring her body. Naturally, she’d flinched. Obediently still, she raised her arms. She protested in silence.

 

“Fucking pervert...”

 

She admitted. His touch was soft. She could make out the subtle scars, yet, supple skin gliding down the fabric of her dress. Their eyes met again as he knelt to her hips. His amber gaze was insidious, as if, merely meeting Elijah’s eyes inculpated one into his schemes.

 

A slight cry escaped her lips as his fingertips swept her inner thigh; she blushed. Her emotions a tangle of embarrassment and anxiety. She’d been shamed. “I’m a good girl,” Lily mumbled. “I just want to get my boyfriend’s weed and leave.” She rolled her eyes.

 

From outside her dress, Eli lodged his finger beneath her panty and popped it against her lower back with a satisfying clap. Lillian gasped and tears swelled at the crescents of her eyes. Elijah's face bore no amusement; he rose to his full posture. Elijah looked Lillian top-to-bottom and said, “Follow me." He knew she couldn't run in those silly heels.

 

“Did I make him mad? This isn’t good.”

 

Lillian's body gestured towards the long hallway she'd arrived from; worry began to mar her brow. The doormen crowded her peripherals and the three of them ushered her along. The innards of the warehouse were clean but disused. Its walls discolored and peeled from antiquity.

 

The dark hallway led to somewhere that didn’t feel right at all. No one spoke and the walk lasted around five minutes. They stopped when Elijah halted in front of a matte black door. She could feel dread seeping from her pores. “Should I wait out here or...” Lily trailed off questioningly.

 

Elijah ignored her inquiry and gestured her to enter; his henchmen crowed her toward the door.

Swinging the door open, the room did not hide its purpose. It had a singular wooden table, two chairs opposite and an overhanging lamp with black iron handcuffs and fetters attached to the floor. A single opaque black window leered towards the outside. Eli flicked the light switch and signaled Lillian to sit.

 

Eli closed the door and paced to the opposite end of the table. He set his gun on the table and placed both palms on its flat surface. His lupine eyes studied her. He spoke. “Who do you work for?”

 

Lillian felt a shiver run down her spine. Her eyes widened.

 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a gun in my life.”

 

She stammered again. “W-What do you mean? I work at the library if that’s what you’re asking...” The two men seized her arms, forcing her into the chair. “Agh- ah! No one. I’m James' girlfriend!” She pleaded.

 

Elijah’s voice crooned. “You see. I know James. You’re not even his type.” He examined her. “You are not a natural noirette, are you? You’re squeamish.” Eli grimaced. “You writhe when groped by strangers and that shrill voice. Honestly, if this conversation weren’t necessary. I’d have you gagged.” Eli popped his neck “Now, are you going to play the fool, or do I need to make you look the part, too?”

 

Eli reclined to the chair opposite of Lillian and locked eyes with her.

 

**DISCLAIMER**

 

((The following scenes feature Nonconsensual and corruption themes.))

 

“I’m not playing fool!” Her voice quivered, telling the sheer truth. “I’m just here to pick-up some weed and go. I swear.” Her eyes locked with Eli’s, pleading wordlessly for mercy. She fumbled for her purse and realize her phone was taken.

Lily looked at the two grinning men and then back to Eli. She’d spotted the opaque window and a series cameras in the rafters. “Wh-what is this? Is this a prank?” She smiled sheepishly, almost relieved. Impatient, Eli rose from his chair. His black Timberlands thudded hollow against the concrete floor.

 

Elijah whipped a switchblade from his pocket. He twirled it dexterously before pressing its silvery edge to the bottom of her black dress. He locked eyes with Lilian; observed the anxiety and anticipation building in her torso. He glanced at her rising and falling chest.

 

He’d felt her heart flutter, her body’s heat and saccharine scent. He indulged in her rhythm and fright. Gracefully, he dragged the knife vertically against the length of her attire. Its serrated edge pressed cautiously into her thighs as it tore the dress’s seams apart. He sheathed the pocketknife with a click and admired his work. Her violet panties and breast revealed.

 

He expressed no joy. “Taking me serious, yet?”

 

Eli flashed a picture with his phone and then showed it to her.

 

“Discard the dress and put your wrists on the table.” Elijah tucked his phone. “In the organization, we call this the Viewing Room. You’re today’s view.”

 

Eli handcuffed her left and right wrist.