I should have been grateful, but I wasn’t. After branding me like cattle, Rourke left along with his two cohorts. There were no cameras on me, no one leering at me. The brand still stung, and I laid on my stomach on the cold floor. I reached around and touched my back, to find it was drenched in sweat from my beating but not blood.
I’m not sure how long he had left me alone, but a numbness had begun to settle over my brand when he walked back in. He was alone, no cameramen with him.
“A little secret between me and you, Lara. I hated my brother too. He was a coward. I can’t blame him though. When I was recruited by Trinity to take his place…I was both intrigued by the idea of taking you down and terrified. You are a natural born killer girl, more effective than most special forces soldiers I have known. If me and my men had to face you on this island, your old backyard, I wouldn’t like our chances.”
I said nothing, suspecting he just liked to hear himself talk and a bit disappointed that he would not underestimate me. At least he wouldn’t if I had a chance to save my friends and myself.
“I almost turned it down. I bet my life that you would value your friends’ life over your own. That was a hell of a gamble to make considering you are such a loner but the draw to own you was too great.
He took his belt off and the gun that had been holstered against his back. My eyes widened and he noticed.
“Yeah, I’m leaving it right here on this desk. I told my men not to let you use me as a hostage. If you do anything…well, let’s say there is a man with a Trinity branding iron right outside of Samantha’s room.”
The bastard knew he had me. Trinity had finally found the perfect trap for me. I could do nothing. They had years to plan this. I doubt they left any stone unturned.
“One of the new inner circle members, she had a husband that died in Patiti. She wants video of every rape you suffer. I wouldn’t expect a nice, well-bred woman like that to even know what bukkake meant. Of course, I’m not sure if she loved him or had a fasciation with you. I believe she demanded seeing you cum drunk and a cock whore. Her words.”
Charming. He continued undressing, and I was surprised by his upper body. He was chiseled and had we had no connection and met in a bar, I might have spent a few hours with him.
Then he took off his pants. His cock was only semi hard but larger than I wished.
“You don’t have much experience with sex, do you? You can answer.”
“I have enough.” I told him. “Enough to know I don’t want you.”
He nodded. “So that’s why you are staring at my dick like it’s the second coming. You do have daddy issues, don’t you?”
Despite the fire on my back, thighs and the burn on my ass, I blushed. I had been staring. It must have something to do with that potion he made me drink.
Rourke waved his hands around. “No camera, no one watching. Take advantage of it, Lara. Its just me and you tonight. You know you have to be good. You know you have to give in. Don’t make yourself suffer. Enjoy it.”
He walked behind me, and I turned on my side to watch him. I saw him open a drawer and pull out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He appeared to be doing something to one glass, but I couldn’t see what. He walked over and offered me the glass. Not believing I had a choice, I sat up on my side as much as possible and took it.
“I added a little happy juice so you can enjoy yourself more. I’m not a sadist. Okay, I am but I hate fucking dry women.”
I turned up the glass, knowing it was pointless to delay the inevitable. The whiskey hit me hard, considering I hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours. I had gone much longer without food.
“Did you never think it was going to catch up with you? Did you ever lose sleep over the people you killed?”
I shook my head, deciding there was no point in lying. “I only lose sleep on the ones I loved who died.”
Rourke found that humorous and finished his drink then began rubbing my thigh. I ignored the tingles, but admitted it felt good after a day of so much pain. I couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched me. Rourke was right, I didn’t have much experience with sex and the few events I had were short lived and ended with me pleasuring myself before kicking my partner out.
“It’s caught up with you now. You shouldn’t be too sad. I’m really going to let your friend live if you behave. When I first told you who I was, you sounded so excited. You had been looking for a fight. Life has been dull. Life is over for you now, but I promise it won’t be dull. You have gotten more time than the hundreds, perhaps over a thousand you have killed.
“Now get on your knees.”
I complied and took a deep breath when he presented his cock on front of my face. It was fully erect and as large as I thought it would be. I had never been good at this. I never really tried. Now, my friends’ safety relied on my skill at sex, oral and I’m sure every other type before my life ended.
I opened my mouth slowly and moved my head towards him with my tongue out. His cock head was swollen, and I gently licked him. I was shaking, shamed and yet, intrigued.
“Play with yourself.”
I sighed and dropped one hand to my pussy while wrapping the other around his shaft. I continued the gentle licking while stroking him.
He must have gotten irritated because he grabbed the back of my skull and shoved his cock in my mouth, into my throat. I panicked, never having anything like this done. I kept my mouth opened, tried to form a seal and let my tongue lay back but it was too much. I wasn’t sucking his dick, he was fucking my skull.
I had difficulty breathing but no way to tell him. I forced myself to breathe through my nose then thought maybe he would accidentally kill me. Of all I had survived, asphyxia by cock would not be the cause of death anyone would have predicted.
“Keep playing with yourself. I want you wet, girl.”
I was crying, the tears streaming down my cheeks, my ass was sitting on my thighs and burned anew. I was gagging, scared…was this what being raped by over a hundred men would feel like?
Then to my horror, I realized I was getting wet. My finger was moving faster and faster and I felt an orgasm building up.
Then my head was pulled off his cock and I could breathe again.
“Stop. You aren’t cumming until I say so.”
I moaned, frustrated. I was wet, that damn potion of his did this to me. I didn’t have a choice.
He lifted my chin and got on his knees, eye level with me.
“Kiss me. Make me believe it.”
I did. He had just shoved his cock down my throat. What did I have to lose?
Surprisingly, his lips were soft. His tongue wanted entrance and I let him. I told myself I could do this, that I would think of someone I wanted to be with.
While I was kissing him, his arms wrapped around me, my burning back not even distracting me, I realized there was no one I could think of. How sad. The one time I needed a lover in mind, someone who I loved and loved me in return, and I could think of no one.
Instead, I focused on him. This man who had burned me and whipped me, was perhaps the best kisser I had ever met. His arms were strong and while I held onto my strength, in his arms I felt yielding.
“How do you like to be fucked?” he asked, when he pulled back. “On top, on all fours from behind or underneath?”
“All…all fours.”
“Why?”
I could have said anything, from personal kinks to just preferring the way it felt.
“That way I don’t have to look at him.”
Rourke nodded, like he understood.
“You are going to look at me. You are going to know who owns you.”
He flipped me on my back, and I screamed. My back was still burning and my ass that had beginning to feel scabbed, burnt anew.
He spread my legs and to my shock, went down on me. I arched and bucked, while he held me easily by my waist. The pleasure I felt took my focus away from the pain.
“You are soaking wet, little girl.” He told me as if I didn’t know.
I laid my head back, unable to move. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t an expert in sex. He was apparently good enough for both of us.
He thrust in me hard and pressed both hands on my tits, while leaning up on me and pinning me to the floor.
What occurred wasn’t graceful. He fucked my pussy like he fucked my mouth. It was brutal and I apparently loved it. One of his hands left my breast and pressed against my clit.
“Now you can cum.” He hollered and pinched my clit. I shrieked and gushed. It was moments later that he came inside me. Normally this would have terrified me, but I would be dead long before I had to worry about pregnancy. Despite this time, I could tell by his mannerisms and how he fucked me, he would enjoy killing me.
I barely had enough energy to roll back onto my stomach. My knees hurt from the concrete floor, my ass was on fire, and I wanted to cry, in ecstasy and agony.
“I got a couple admissions to make. This first is I lied. There was nothing in your drink. That was all you baby. No help needed.”
I closed my eyes and buried my face in my arms.
“The second is I lied about no cameras. There is a small one in all four corners. I just sent that video to all four of your friends. I bet they saw you gush. What do you think?”
I looked up at him praying he was lying, but it was obvious, he wasn’t. I just kissed, came, begged to be fucked by the man keeping me and my friends, prisoner.
I began crying, not knowing what else to do and feeling utterly defeated. Trinity won. They beat me finally.
He pulled my arms behind my back and tied them with rope, then he tied my feet.
“I know you aren’t going anywhere but this is to help you.”
“Help me?”
“The ropes, the bondage, it can help you think you are a victim, and you didn’t enjoy the best fucking of your life. Tomorrow morning, the pain starts so rest up. How do you feel about electricity?”
I said nothing, keeping my face, down on the concrete.
“I give it a week before you completely break. After that, I have a nice place picked out for you. We are going to nail your tight ass to a cross and watch you die.”
I waited for him to leave, not wanting him to have the satisfaction. Once Rourke closed the door, I screamed.