I Wanna Go Down With You: Ch. 17
Title: I Wanna Go Down With You
Author: Killer Kitten
Chapter: 17/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: C/Matt Hardy, C/Matt Hardy/Jeff Hardy
Summary: Jenn is living out her dream of being a famous rockstar. She has the fame, money, and a family of one daughter to prove it. But all she's missing is someone to share it with. When a past meets with a present, how will the future turn out?
"Mmm...uh..huh..whaa?"
"He, you're finally up, eh? Always sleeping longer..just like old times.."
"I..I...I can't..move?"
"You won't have to move with what I'm doing for you."
"Who...where am I?"
"You should know! Your band's name mentions 'Sin' and this is where you go to repent them."
Jenn's eyes widen far enough to see tons of candles lit around an old Gothic church. The pews were eerily empty and no sounds could be heard except for several gusts of cold wind from some broken windows and a note or two from an old organ in the corner of the church. A man in the shadows could be seen playing the old organ, but the light that was shining above Jenn couldn't reach far enough to see. Jenn felt strangely ice cold and, trying to raise her head up, realized that her arms and legs were tied down and spread, and she was stripped of everything but a brand new white tiger-striped bra with matching panties. This made her even more frightened and curious as to what was about to happen. The scene felt as if she was on a stage with only a spotlight on her and no one was around to see what she'd do. A small cry of a child could be heard from the back room of the church. As a mother knowing her child, Jenn knew it was Aimee.
"Wha...what do you want with me? Where's Aimee? I want my baby!"
"Hey, hey, hey. Aimee's fine. After all, shouldn't she know her own father?"
Jenn's eyes widened at the sight of Michael Spatola, her ex-boyfriend, stepping out of the shadows in a black trenchcoat, big black buckled boots and spiked short black hair. He had grown a goatee since the last time she saw him, making the situation as a simulation of Good vs. Evil; Jenn being the angel and Michael being the Devil. Jenn hesitated to talk, but knew what she wanted to say to him.
"How...how could you? Why would you? What do you want from me?!"
"Ha ha ha. That's always been you. Always with the questions, always running your mouth."
He ran to her side and slapped a piece of ducktape over her mouth. Muffled screams were heard from her, but not loud enough to echo for anyone outside the church to hear.
"Now, I can explain why I brought you here..."
Spatola paced back and forth, his trenchcoat swaying as he would turn quickly. His big boots would echo throughout the church, making the tention even worse for Jenn.
"You see...when you left me, I thought I was finally free. I wouldn't have to deal with a crying bastard all the time and I wouldn't have to support you all the time. Not to say you didn't bring in the big bucks, I mean support as in actually giving a damn about you."
Spatola's words were getting to Jenn, making her angrier as he spoke each word.
"After months of clubbing and seeing many women, I realised something..."
He slowly turned to Jenn with anger in his eyes.
"...You were the one who left me and turned me into this. ...So now...hehe..now I'm gonna get my revenge. Maybe..a little more.."
A smirk forming on his face made Jenn nervous. She tried to twist and pull herself free so that she could deal with him herself, but was stopped by a cold touch on her left thigh, making her flinch at the coldness of the touch and who was touching her.
"Oh, now, now, my pet. You'll have plenty of time to pry yourself free in a minute..."
He stroked her thigh and slid his hand up to her forehead, brushing the hair away from her face and petting her head.
"...It will help to stimulate me."
He began to show an evil grin as Jenn's expression changed from anger to shock.
His hand slowly slid down to her breasts and scooped them out of her bra. He bent over, nibbling and sucking on her nipples. Jenn arched her back and tried to wiggle herself free, but did not succeed. A low laugh could be heard from Spatola as he continued his attack on her body. His hands moved down and under her panties, stroking her clit and sticking his remaining fingers deep inside of her. Her back arched further and she tried to force out screams and cries for someone to hear. In and out his fingers would attack her pussy and cause her to grow wetter and wetter. The sensation started to get to Jenn, but she wouldn't accept who it was from. Realizing she was starting to gain some pleasure out of this, Spatola stopped his attack on her breasts and leaned his head over towards Jenn's mouth.
"Since I know you're gaining some sort of pleasure from this, I wanna hear your screams and cries of pleasure."
He ripped the tape from her lips to only hear a cry of pain from the rip. He quickly kissed her lips as she tried to regain herself from her daze. He crammed his tongue inside her mouth, but quickly withdrew when realizing she had bitten his tongue. He was so angry at this snap that he slapped her across the face, leaving her slightly limp.
"I guess...I will get that extra credit I've deserved for years."
He stepped back and threw off the trenchcoat to reveal only the boots he was wearing, still making eye contact with Jenn. Jenn regained her strength and saw what was before her. She tried even harder to free herself, the ropes grazing her wrists and ankles leaving horrible burns. Spatola walked back over to her and elbowed her in her stomach, rendering her weak. He untied her ankle restraints and took off her panties. He bent down and forced his tongue inside of her pussy, licking the juices that were escaping her. Within a matter of minutes, he forced her to come since she wasn't trying to hold back. A short cry came from Jenn who was still trying to regain her strength. He untied her restraints and pulled her off the cold slab of granite table. He carried her over to an open pew in the front and forced her to sit down on his lap, face-to-face. He wrapped her arms around his neck and jammed his cock deep inside of her. Jenn jolted at the surge of pain coming into her and let out a loud cry. Spatola had quickly unbuckled her bra, tossing it across the room and getting a good grip on her waist, forcing her to stay in herr place. Jenn was being forced to ride his cock slowly and quickly within seconds, making her sweat and tired. She tried to speak, but was getting weak from the combination of slow and fast paces.
"Michael...please...let me...go!"
"Uh! No...you deserve this...and so do I!"
He jammed into her even harder, making her cry.
"Please! You're...you're...hurting..."
"You? I already know that!"
"NO! You're hurting...my...baby!!"
Michael froze at the words that escaped from her mouth. As this happened, the front door swung open to reveal Matt and Jeff with Desiree running up to them. Spatola tried to finish, but Jenn, noticing he was distracted, punched him in the face and she lept off of him and onto the ground.
"JENN!! WE'RE COMING, BABY!!", said Matt and Jeff in unison, brandishing chairs and baseball bats.
Jenn smiled at the sight of her loved ones coming to her rescue. She spotted the bra and panties she was forced to wear and put them back on quickly to make herself look halfway decent. Cameron, Tony, and Carol quickly followed after them, cornering Spatola in the pews and trying to hold him down for Matt and Jeff.
Matt and Jeff ran to her side giving her hugs and kisses. Matt giving her more embraced her and covered her up with his new black trenchcoat from his heel turn. He had brought it with him from home the day after they joined the tour, stopping at his house so they could get some clothes.
"Jenn, what happened? Who is this guy?!", said Matt grabbing her arms and forcing her to look into his tear-filled eyes.
"He...he raped me. My ex, raped me.", she said with a blank tone and expression.
"Jenn, who is this guy?!", said Jeff concerned.
Jenn snapped out of it and shouted at them, "You guys should know!! He works on your damn show!!"
They were shocked, not at her snap, but at what she said. They both turned angrily to Spatola to see him smirking in their direction.
"Ha ha ha..so...you both got a piece of my leftovers, eh?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, SPATOLA!!", said Jeff trying to run at him, but Matt stopped him.
"Zombie, I've stood by you through everything...but I can't let this slide. ...You raped my girlfriend. OUR girlfriend. And now...you're gonna pay for it."
They both raised their chairs and bats and walked towards Spatola to only see him break free from the band's grasp, shoving them into Matt and Jeff and knocking them over. Jenn saw him running towards her and she tried to turn and run, but eventually was caught in his grasp. Everyone got up and started to run towards him as he wrapped an arm around Jenn's stomach, but saw that he had pulled a knife from his trenchcoat and held it to her throat.
"ALRIGHT! Nobody move...or else they get it.."
Everyone looked confused, except for Tony, who knew the truth.
"Aww Jenn honey, I guess you never told them. You see--"
"SHE'S PREGNANT!!", said Tony over Spatola.
They turned to see his blank, yet sad expression on his face. Tony turned towards Matt and Jeff and said, "She wanted to tell you guys, but you wouldn't answer your phones. And she needed to tell someone and thought of me because I'm like a big brother to her." He turned towards the rest of the band and continued. "That's what I couldn't tell you guys. I'm sorry..but she made me promise until she was ready to tell you herself."
"It's alright, Tony. We understand completely. All we care about now is getting her back safely.", said Matt calmly, but still angry. "But still...I won't be taken back from your threats!" Matt started to charge at Spatola, but was quickly taken down by the very knife that was held to Jenn's throat. The scene looked as if it was being played in slow motion and nothing could be heard but Matt's own heartbeat slowing down, but there was definitely screams to be heard.
"MATTHEW!!" shouted Jenn, struggling to free herself to run to her man's side. Jeff did so instead, falling to Matt's side in tears, raising his head to rest on his thighs.
"Matt!! Bro you can't leave me! You can't leave us!! PLEASE!!" screamed Jeff, embracing Matt in his arms and cradling him.
Spatola quickly drew another knife from the trenchcoat and once again held it to Jenn's throat.
Jenn began to show tears, knowing that she could possibly lose herself, the baby, Matt, and everything she holds dear because of this. She then noticed someone was missing, but didn't say anything.
"We're getting out of here and nobody can stop us! That includes you failed wrestlers..." He cocked his head at Jenn. "...and your pothead frie--"
Spatola stopped his speech as he pointed towards the band, also noticing that someone was missing. A slight whisper of 'kick' was heard in Jenn's ear, but she didn't hesitate to obey it. Realizing his legs were wide open, Jenn twisted slightly and kneed him in the balls, causing him to drop his knife and make her run as quickly as she could towards the organ near the back as to not get sliced. As she ran she grabbed Matt's trenchcoat to protect her half-naked body. Desiree stepped out from the shadows, picked up the knife, and stabbed Spatola in his back. He lay their motionless and dead. Desiree looked up at the shocked faces staring back at her and said, "I told you this was gonna be fun for me." She smirked and winked at the band as they now got what she said on the tour bus a while back.
Jenn, hiding near the organ, smiled at Desiree and laughed at her statement, even though it was mostly at her expense. She had enough time to run to the back room and grab Aimee as she had fallen asleep from her crying. She made it back out to the organ, but started to feel light-headed. She placed Aimee down on the floor next to her as her vision started to grow blurry and the room started to spin. All this excitement and whatnot was too much for Jenn and she started to faint.
"Matt...Jeff..."
Those faint words were all that escaped from her mouth as she started to collapse to the floor. Jeff and the others were able to hear her words and ran towards her shouting "JENN! JENN!!", but they only sounded like muffled words to her. She saw a blurred vision of the band and Jeff running towards her as she slowly faded to sleep, wrapped in Matt's trenchcoat with a smile on her face.
Author: Killer Kitten
Chapter: 17/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: C/Matt Hardy, C/Matt Hardy/Jeff Hardy
Summary: Jenn is living out her dream of being a famous rockstar. She has the fame, money, and a family of one daughter to prove it. But all she's missing is someone to share it with. When a past meets with a present, how will the future turn out?
"Mmm...uh..huh..whaa?"
"He, you're finally up, eh? Always sleeping longer..just like old times.."
"I..I...I can't..move?"
"You won't have to move with what I'm doing for you."
"Who...where am I?"
"You should know! Your band's name mentions 'Sin' and this is where you go to repent them."
Jenn's eyes widen far enough to see tons of candles lit around an old Gothic church. The pews were eerily empty and no sounds could be heard except for several gusts of cold wind from some broken windows and a note or two from an old organ in the corner of the church. A man in the shadows could be seen playing the old organ, but the light that was shining above Jenn couldn't reach far enough to see. Jenn felt strangely ice cold and, trying to raise her head up, realized that her arms and legs were tied down and spread, and she was stripped of everything but a brand new white tiger-striped bra with matching panties. This made her even more frightened and curious as to what was about to happen. The scene felt as if she was on a stage with only a spotlight on her and no one was around to see what she'd do. A small cry of a child could be heard from the back room of the church. As a mother knowing her child, Jenn knew it was Aimee.
"Wha...what do you want with me? Where's Aimee? I want my baby!"
"Hey, hey, hey. Aimee's fine. After all, shouldn't she know her own father?"
Jenn's eyes widened at the sight of Michael Spatola, her ex-boyfriend, stepping out of the shadows in a black trenchcoat, big black buckled boots and spiked short black hair. He had grown a goatee since the last time she saw him, making the situation as a simulation of Good vs. Evil; Jenn being the angel and Michael being the Devil. Jenn hesitated to talk, but knew what she wanted to say to him.
"How...how could you? Why would you? What do you want from me?!"
"Ha ha ha. That's always been you. Always with the questions, always running your mouth."
He ran to her side and slapped a piece of ducktape over her mouth. Muffled screams were heard from her, but not loud enough to echo for anyone outside the church to hear.
"Now, I can explain why I brought you here..."
Spatola paced back and forth, his trenchcoat swaying as he would turn quickly. His big boots would echo throughout the church, making the tention even worse for Jenn.
"You see...when you left me, I thought I was finally free. I wouldn't have to deal with a crying bastard all the time and I wouldn't have to support you all the time. Not to say you didn't bring in the big bucks, I mean support as in actually giving a damn about you."
Spatola's words were getting to Jenn, making her angrier as he spoke each word.
"After months of clubbing and seeing many women, I realised something..."
He slowly turned to Jenn with anger in his eyes.
"...You were the one who left me and turned me into this. ...So now...hehe..now I'm gonna get my revenge. Maybe..a little more.."
A smirk forming on his face made Jenn nervous. She tried to twist and pull herself free so that she could deal with him herself, but was stopped by a cold touch on her left thigh, making her flinch at the coldness of the touch and who was touching her.
"Oh, now, now, my pet. You'll have plenty of time to pry yourself free in a minute..."
He stroked her thigh and slid his hand up to her forehead, brushing the hair away from her face and petting her head.
"...It will help to stimulate me."
He began to show an evil grin as Jenn's expression changed from anger to shock.
His hand slowly slid down to her breasts and scooped them out of her bra. He bent over, nibbling and sucking on her nipples. Jenn arched her back and tried to wiggle herself free, but did not succeed. A low laugh could be heard from Spatola as he continued his attack on her body. His hands moved down and under her panties, stroking her clit and sticking his remaining fingers deep inside of her. Her back arched further and she tried to force out screams and cries for someone to hear. In and out his fingers would attack her pussy and cause her to grow wetter and wetter. The sensation started to get to Jenn, but she wouldn't accept who it was from. Realizing she was starting to gain some pleasure out of this, Spatola stopped his attack on her breasts and leaned his head over towards Jenn's mouth.
"Since I know you're gaining some sort of pleasure from this, I wanna hear your screams and cries of pleasure."
He ripped the tape from her lips to only hear a cry of pain from the rip. He quickly kissed her lips as she tried to regain herself from her daze. He crammed his tongue inside her mouth, but quickly withdrew when realizing she had bitten his tongue. He was so angry at this snap that he slapped her across the face, leaving her slightly limp.
"I guess...I will get that extra credit I've deserved for years."
He stepped back and threw off the trenchcoat to reveal only the boots he was wearing, still making eye contact with Jenn. Jenn regained her strength and saw what was before her. She tried even harder to free herself, the ropes grazing her wrists and ankles leaving horrible burns. Spatola walked back over to her and elbowed her in her stomach, rendering her weak. He untied her ankle restraints and took off her panties. He bent down and forced his tongue inside of her pussy, licking the juices that were escaping her. Within a matter of minutes, he forced her to come since she wasn't trying to hold back. A short cry came from Jenn who was still trying to regain her strength. He untied her restraints and pulled her off the cold slab of granite table. He carried her over to an open pew in the front and forced her to sit down on his lap, face-to-face. He wrapped her arms around his neck and jammed his cock deep inside of her. Jenn jolted at the surge of pain coming into her and let out a loud cry. Spatola had quickly unbuckled her bra, tossing it across the room and getting a good grip on her waist, forcing her to stay in herr place. Jenn was being forced to ride his cock slowly and quickly within seconds, making her sweat and tired. She tried to speak, but was getting weak from the combination of slow and fast paces.
"Michael...please...let me...go!"
"Uh! No...you deserve this...and so do I!"
He jammed into her even harder, making her cry.
"Please! You're...you're...hurting..."
"You? I already know that!"
"NO! You're hurting...my...baby!!"
Michael froze at the words that escaped from her mouth. As this happened, the front door swung open to reveal Matt and Jeff with Desiree running up to them. Spatola tried to finish, but Jenn, noticing he was distracted, punched him in the face and she lept off of him and onto the ground.
"JENN!! WE'RE COMING, BABY!!", said Matt and Jeff in unison, brandishing chairs and baseball bats.
Jenn smiled at the sight of her loved ones coming to her rescue. She spotted the bra and panties she was forced to wear and put them back on quickly to make herself look halfway decent. Cameron, Tony, and Carol quickly followed after them, cornering Spatola in the pews and trying to hold him down for Matt and Jeff.
Matt and Jeff ran to her side giving her hugs and kisses. Matt giving her more embraced her and covered her up with his new black trenchcoat from his heel turn. He had brought it with him from home the day after they joined the tour, stopping at his house so they could get some clothes.
"Jenn, what happened? Who is this guy?!", said Matt grabbing her arms and forcing her to look into his tear-filled eyes.
"He...he raped me. My ex, raped me.", she said with a blank tone and expression.
"Jenn, who is this guy?!", said Jeff concerned.
Jenn snapped out of it and shouted at them, "You guys should know!! He works on your damn show!!"
They were shocked, not at her snap, but at what she said. They both turned angrily to Spatola to see him smirking in their direction.
"Ha ha ha..so...you both got a piece of my leftovers, eh?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, SPATOLA!!", said Jeff trying to run at him, but Matt stopped him.
"Zombie, I've stood by you through everything...but I can't let this slide. ...You raped my girlfriend. OUR girlfriend. And now...you're gonna pay for it."
They both raised their chairs and bats and walked towards Spatola to only see him break free from the band's grasp, shoving them into Matt and Jeff and knocking them over. Jenn saw him running towards her and she tried to turn and run, but eventually was caught in his grasp. Everyone got up and started to run towards him as he wrapped an arm around Jenn's stomach, but saw that he had pulled a knife from his trenchcoat and held it to her throat.
"ALRIGHT! Nobody move...or else they get it.."
Everyone looked confused, except for Tony, who knew the truth.
"Aww Jenn honey, I guess you never told them. You see--"
"SHE'S PREGNANT!!", said Tony over Spatola.
They turned to see his blank, yet sad expression on his face. Tony turned towards Matt and Jeff and said, "She wanted to tell you guys, but you wouldn't answer your phones. And she needed to tell someone and thought of me because I'm like a big brother to her." He turned towards the rest of the band and continued. "That's what I couldn't tell you guys. I'm sorry..but she made me promise until she was ready to tell you herself."
"It's alright, Tony. We understand completely. All we care about now is getting her back safely.", said Matt calmly, but still angry. "But still...I won't be taken back from your threats!" Matt started to charge at Spatola, but was quickly taken down by the very knife that was held to Jenn's throat. The scene looked as if it was being played in slow motion and nothing could be heard but Matt's own heartbeat slowing down, but there was definitely screams to be heard.
"MATTHEW!!" shouted Jenn, struggling to free herself to run to her man's side. Jeff did so instead, falling to Matt's side in tears, raising his head to rest on his thighs.
"Matt!! Bro you can't leave me! You can't leave us!! PLEASE!!" screamed Jeff, embracing Matt in his arms and cradling him.
Spatola quickly drew another knife from the trenchcoat and once again held it to Jenn's throat.
Jenn began to show tears, knowing that she could possibly lose herself, the baby, Matt, and everything she holds dear because of this. She then noticed someone was missing, but didn't say anything.
"We're getting out of here and nobody can stop us! That includes you failed wrestlers..." He cocked his head at Jenn. "...and your pothead frie--"
Spatola stopped his speech as he pointed towards the band, also noticing that someone was missing. A slight whisper of 'kick' was heard in Jenn's ear, but she didn't hesitate to obey it. Realizing his legs were wide open, Jenn twisted slightly and kneed him in the balls, causing him to drop his knife and make her run as quickly as she could towards the organ near the back as to not get sliced. As she ran she grabbed Matt's trenchcoat to protect her half-naked body. Desiree stepped out from the shadows, picked up the knife, and stabbed Spatola in his back. He lay their motionless and dead. Desiree looked up at the shocked faces staring back at her and said, "I told you this was gonna be fun for me." She smirked and winked at the band as they now got what she said on the tour bus a while back.
Jenn, hiding near the organ, smiled at Desiree and laughed at her statement, even though it was mostly at her expense. She had enough time to run to the back room and grab Aimee as she had fallen asleep from her crying. She made it back out to the organ, but started to feel light-headed. She placed Aimee down on the floor next to her as her vision started to grow blurry and the room started to spin. All this excitement and whatnot was too much for Jenn and she started to faint.
"Matt...Jeff..."
Those faint words were all that escaped from her mouth as she started to collapse to the floor. Jeff and the others were able to hear her words and ran towards her shouting "JENN! JENN!!", but they only sounded like muffled words to her. She saw a blurred vision of the band and Jeff running towards her as she slowly faded to sleep, wrapped in Matt's trenchcoat with a smile on her face.