a wee bit of fiction...
Title; Run, run ...
Wordcount; 1182
Rating; NC-17
Warnings; violence, rape-games, bad language
Author's note; Original characters.
I still wonder who was more surprised when the green bottle smashed against the side of his head. He looked like he didn’t believe what just happened as he swayed back and reached for the kitchen counter for support. His left hand found the edge of the top and his left went to his head, covering the sore spot and trying to get the stinging alcohol out of his eyes. Or a moment I stood there, watching in awe, unable to believe that I had actually just done that. Then I ran. And I ran, the fastest I could, kicking my shoes off on the way and continued barefoot across the yard towards the stables. I glanced behind. He still wasn’t there. Or was he? The front door was closed.
Did I do that? Hardly, but I didn’t remember at that exact time, so I sped up, feeling my heart pound away, pumping pure excitement and fear right into my veins, feeding me the energy I needed to escape. He would be furious, I knew it. As I reached the stable, I slipped in through the door, taking a short moment to catch my breath in the dark before I tiptoed over the cold concrete floor, to the open door at the other end, heading for the fields. Guess I hoped to catch Francesca out there and get away.
It was the obvious idea, since it was the only horse he would ride. No, maybe he would go for Toby, but there wouldn’t be a chance in Hell’s opportunity for Toby to ever catch up with Francesca. I ran the last few feet out the stable, already eyeing the grazing horses in the distance when I was knocked over. I never saw him. He must’ve made his way around the stable instead.
Out of instinct, I grabbed for anything not to fall back on the concrete floor. Sadly his arm was the only thing within reach and before I realized it, I was looking right up into that grin of his while hanging onto the outstretched arm he just knocked me over with. He was downright scary. His green eyes were glowing in the pale moonlight. A full moon, I noticed for any reason. His fangs were bared in that smirk, wordlessly telling me that I didn’t stand a chance right now. My eyes locked on his face. A small line of blood was dribbling from his temple and a bruise was slowly forming around it, only adding to his scary appearance. Then he spun around and threw me onto the straw-covered muddy ground in the back of the stable. Softened by the rain that had dominated the summer and stirred up by the horses only later to be covered with straw in a vain attempt to keep the track to the fields usable, was the mess I ended up in. And I landed face first. He was over me in a instant moment, growling like a hungry tiger as his knee buried itself in my back, keeping me down, while a strong hand grabbed the back of my head, fisting my hair painfully as he twisted my head, forcing me to look up at him while still pushing the side of my face into the mud.
“You little bitch!” he hissed and at that moment I gave up on fighting. It was clear anyway, I would never be able to kick him off me like this. I kept still, feeling the straws itching and scratching my bare skin and the mud soaking my thin clothes hissing a low “fuck you!” only little did I know what that would bring.
The pressure on my back increased as he shifted and I cried out. God it hurt! And he just laughed!
“Oh, you will, bitch.” He growled as he shifted again, straddling my thighs while he pushed my skirt up. I felt the fabric of my string tear around my hips as he pulled it off. With my face still twisted I was forced to watch his grin widen and his eyes glow even more while he shifted and forced my legs apart with his knees. That was my opening. I kicked, but failed to hit, even though it did create enough of a distraction. He moved his hand from my head to fixate my lower body and I shot up, ready to run. I never got that far however as the hand closed firmly around my ankle, stopping every forward movement and making me slam right back into the mud with a dump sound. I scrambled around, looking down my dirty body at him I watched him on his knees in the mud, holding my ankle tightly before he yanked it, pulling me closer despite my protests. My eyes wide in fear I watched him as he undid his trousers with his free hand as he just pulled me closer.
“If you insist on being trouble, I’ll have to make you watch. And here I was going to go nice on you. Not happening now though.” At that his erection sprang free and he hovered over me, blocking out the moonlight and locking my arms with his hands effectively. I turned my face away as he entered me, stretching my insides painfully and causing me to whimper. Tears started streaming down my face, but he ignored it and started a rough pace. His pants and growls told me furthermore that he didn’t care at all about anything but him. Slowly I felt the spirit return and I started to squirm, freeing one hand, which he ignored. Maybe he didn’t see it as a threat but that was a mistake. Instantly I balled a mass of mud and straw in my hand. It hit his head right where the bottle had, but it didn’t have the desired effect. His large hand hit my face like the speed of lightning, making the world spin around me as he yelled “you bitch! You don’t make things easy for yourself!” I tried hard to focus as he pulled out of me. For a moment I felt relief, but it only lasted so long as I was turned over again and he forced my face into the mud “eat it yourself and lay still god damn it!” he hissed and pushed against my rear.
“Now scream!” he pushed in, tearing my insides and I felt like I was going to rip apart. And I screamed. For the first time complying with his wishes, but not getting any reward whatsoever as he just set a hard pace, slamming into my burning backside, leaving the pain to keep me subdued till he came. I screamed again as the seed stung inside me, like lemon-juice in a paper cut. Only this felt like a million paper cuts, bathes in lemon-juice. I gave up, sunk into the mud and cried and that’s when he pulled back and picked me up. I was carried to the house in a daze, high on excitement, broken in pain and deadly in love.
the end
Wordcount; 1182
Rating; NC-17
Warnings; violence, rape-games, bad language
Author's note; Original characters.
I still wonder who was more surprised when the green bottle smashed against the side of his head. He looked like he didn’t believe what just happened as he swayed back and reached for the kitchen counter for support. His left hand found the edge of the top and his left went to his head, covering the sore spot and trying to get the stinging alcohol out of his eyes. Or a moment I stood there, watching in awe, unable to believe that I had actually just done that. Then I ran. And I ran, the fastest I could, kicking my shoes off on the way and continued barefoot across the yard towards the stables. I glanced behind. He still wasn’t there. Or was he? The front door was closed.
Did I do that? Hardly, but I didn’t remember at that exact time, so I sped up, feeling my heart pound away, pumping pure excitement and fear right into my veins, feeding me the energy I needed to escape. He would be furious, I knew it. As I reached the stable, I slipped in through the door, taking a short moment to catch my breath in the dark before I tiptoed over the cold concrete floor, to the open door at the other end, heading for the fields. Guess I hoped to catch Francesca out there and get away.
It was the obvious idea, since it was the only horse he would ride. No, maybe he would go for Toby, but there wouldn’t be a chance in Hell’s opportunity for Toby to ever catch up with Francesca. I ran the last few feet out the stable, already eyeing the grazing horses in the distance when I was knocked over. I never saw him. He must’ve made his way around the stable instead.
Out of instinct, I grabbed for anything not to fall back on the concrete floor. Sadly his arm was the only thing within reach and before I realized it, I was looking right up into that grin of his while hanging onto the outstretched arm he just knocked me over with. He was downright scary. His green eyes were glowing in the pale moonlight. A full moon, I noticed for any reason. His fangs were bared in that smirk, wordlessly telling me that I didn’t stand a chance right now. My eyes locked on his face. A small line of blood was dribbling from his temple and a bruise was slowly forming around it, only adding to his scary appearance. Then he spun around and threw me onto the straw-covered muddy ground in the back of the stable. Softened by the rain that had dominated the summer and stirred up by the horses only later to be covered with straw in a vain attempt to keep the track to the fields usable, was the mess I ended up in. And I landed face first. He was over me in a instant moment, growling like a hungry tiger as his knee buried itself in my back, keeping me down, while a strong hand grabbed the back of my head, fisting my hair painfully as he twisted my head, forcing me to look up at him while still pushing the side of my face into the mud.
“You little bitch!” he hissed and at that moment I gave up on fighting. It was clear anyway, I would never be able to kick him off me like this. I kept still, feeling the straws itching and scratching my bare skin and the mud soaking my thin clothes hissing a low “fuck you!” only little did I know what that would bring.
The pressure on my back increased as he shifted and I cried out. God it hurt! And he just laughed!
“Oh, you will, bitch.” He growled as he shifted again, straddling my thighs while he pushed my skirt up. I felt the fabric of my string tear around my hips as he pulled it off. With my face still twisted I was forced to watch his grin widen and his eyes glow even more while he shifted and forced my legs apart with his knees. That was my opening. I kicked, but failed to hit, even though it did create enough of a distraction. He moved his hand from my head to fixate my lower body and I shot up, ready to run. I never got that far however as the hand closed firmly around my ankle, stopping every forward movement and making me slam right back into the mud with a dump sound. I scrambled around, looking down my dirty body at him I watched him on his knees in the mud, holding my ankle tightly before he yanked it, pulling me closer despite my protests. My eyes wide in fear I watched him as he undid his trousers with his free hand as he just pulled me closer.
“If you insist on being trouble, I’ll have to make you watch. And here I was going to go nice on you. Not happening now though.” At that his erection sprang free and he hovered over me, blocking out the moonlight and locking my arms with his hands effectively. I turned my face away as he entered me, stretching my insides painfully and causing me to whimper. Tears started streaming down my face, but he ignored it and started a rough pace. His pants and growls told me furthermore that he didn’t care at all about anything but him. Slowly I felt the spirit return and I started to squirm, freeing one hand, which he ignored. Maybe he didn’t see it as a threat but that was a mistake. Instantly I balled a mass of mud and straw in my hand. It hit his head right where the bottle had, but it didn’t have the desired effect. His large hand hit my face like the speed of lightning, making the world spin around me as he yelled “you bitch! You don’t make things easy for yourself!” I tried hard to focus as he pulled out of me. For a moment I felt relief, but it only lasted so long as I was turned over again and he forced my face into the mud “eat it yourself and lay still god damn it!” he hissed and pushed against my rear.
“Now scream!” he pushed in, tearing my insides and I felt like I was going to rip apart. And I screamed. For the first time complying with his wishes, but not getting any reward whatsoever as he just set a hard pace, slamming into my burning backside, leaving the pain to keep me subdued till he came. I screamed again as the seed stung inside me, like lemon-juice in a paper cut. Only this felt like a million paper cuts, bathes in lemon-juice. I gave up, sunk into the mud and cried and that’s when he pulled back and picked me up. I was carried to the house in a daze, high on excitement, broken in pain and deadly in love.
the end