Iniquity: Prologue

 

The courtroom was packed, the anticipation heavy in the air. The judge was trying his best to appear calm, even though he was as excited as everyone in the courtroom was. After 5 months of waiting, the big verdict was about to come in, and he, the Honorable Judge Laurence, was about to preside over a historic event. The judge motioned to one of the deputies, and the room was suddenly quiet. Slowly, the 12 jurors filed into the room and the proceedings began.

               

                Kate was in the crowd of onlookers that was assembled outside the courthouse to hear the verdict. The atmosphere outside the courtroom was electric, and wild theories about how the verdict would go were flying in all directions. She noticed a man in a conservative black suit standing near the fire hydrant, impatient and cursing under his breath. His name was Mr. Gavin, and few people knew what he really did. All Kate knew was that he was ‘in charge of the defense’, in his own words.

 

She quickly walked towards him, “Did you follow the instructions to the letter?” she asked in a whisper.

 

“You know I did, dammit, now tell me you did your part too” he said and turned around and looked her in the eye. “We’ve been working on this for 2 months, everything is exactly the way it should be.”

 

Without answering, Kate evenly returned his gaze. She wasn’t sure if he was lying, but he looked so nervous and angry she decided he was most likely telling the truth. Reaching into her pocket, she took out a small cell phone and dialed a number. As soon as she heard the ring tone, she hung up. “Done. You have your verdict. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

 

As soon as he heard those words, he visibly sagged with relief. He had worked with this bitch for 2 months, as soon as he realized her importance. Working for the huge corporation that was the subject of the jillion-dollar lawsuit, he wasted no time, or money, making sure nothing went wrong. Her appearance had initially upset him, but he then saw the opportunity she presented. All he had to do was play along, and she would give him any verdict he wanted, for a price. How? He had hired every detective in the country to watch her and her game was simple. She had a friend in the jury, one that was very capable of manipulating the other members of the jury. All her little friend had to do was convince everyone to believe in what she did. Those that didn’t, she had thrown out of the jury for talking about the case, and replaced by an alternate that was more willing to do what she said. It was a brilliant plan, one that even impressed him. She now had $20 million in a Swiss Bank; pennies compared to what this verdict could have awarded.

 

Back inside the courtroom, Judge Laurence was swelling with confidence. He had been working very hard to make sure that his case would go smoothly, and he knew that everyone across the country would be reading the magic headline “Judge Laurence, presiding over the most important case of the century…” He smiled as his thoughts trailed and he lost himself in his fantasy. Then, with great pomp the foreman announced that the defendant was found “Not Guilty”, and the plaintiff awarded exactly $0. As Judge Laurence would remember this day for years to come, Justice had been carried out.

 

Outside the courtroom, the reaction was mixed, but nevertheless everyone reacted pretty much as expected. Local officials were already telling everybody how they had predicted the result years ago, and people were already lining up to take credit for the victory against the plaintiff.

 

As Kate heard the news, she looked across to the man in the suit and smiled behind her sunglasses. This had been something she had been planning for years, and, together with Jessica, they had made themselves $20 million. She could hardly contain her excitement as she shook hands with him, and then tried her best not to run away as she walked away from the courtroom. $20 million. It was hard for her to believe that she had finally done it, finally followed through with the plan of a lifetime. She was so happy that Jessica had handled the jury fine, that she had played the creepy man like a fool, and she was so happy she didn’t notice as two men spotted her and followed at a distance.

 

As soon as Kate left, the man by the fire hydrant lost the pathetic look he had faked for Kate’s benefit. He walked inside the building opposite the courthouse, went through the hidden door on the other side, and into the unmarked surveillance van waiting on the other side. He wanted to do this himself, not save it for any of the myriads of willing lackeys he had at his disposal. Working for such a big corporation allowed him practically unlimited funds, and as long as the bosses got away with a Not Guilty verdict, he could do whatever he liked.

 

He had been debating all those 2 months what he could do with Kate, and even if she could be trusted to convince the jury. He had had the best, trained professionals examine every facial expression, every eye movement, every slight twitch in her face when he recorded their ‘private’ meetings. The conclusion was unanimous; she was not lying about her influence on the jury. He had exhausted every possible lead, and every intimate detail about her, her partner, and every member of the jury. Sure, he reasoned, he could get the jury to do what he wanted with the usual mix of threats and bribery, but this was easier. Besides, he reasoned, if he snubbed her she might make the jury vote against him, out of spite. No, he reasoned, better to play along and wait until it was safely over.

 

He had a thick file on Kate and Jessica. Everything from where they were born, to where they went to school, to their various boyfriends, favorite movies, brand of toothpaste; he had it all. It had been obvious from the start that once the trial was over, she had to be taken out. How didn’t matter, but the risk that she might tell someone about her little adventure was not something his bosses were going to accept. He thought about killing her, but had decided that would be too easy. Besides, he had always dreamed of owning a pet, and now he had one within his grasp…

 

“Lets go to the next location, a little before she supposed to meet Jessica. I have a little surprise planned…”

 

Jessica walked down the path she had rehearsed a thousand times, only before she hadn’t been in such obvious bliss. Everything had worked out the way she planned, and she had trouble visualizing herself as a millionaire. What the hell, she thought, she would think of something to do with all that money. Maybe she would buy a little island in the pacific, and spend the rest of her life there, in a worry free environment… She suddenly stopped. Cautiously turning around, she saw two men following her, but as soon as she turned they had hidden behind a building. This was definitely not something she rehearsed. She prayed that it was just a fluke and walked, a little faster, towards the designated spot. Again, they emerged and followed her, 3 blocks behind.

 

Now openly running, she ran into a building, up a flight of stairs, then back down a different flight of stairs and onto the street. Quickly checking around, she was relieved to see that she had lost them. Perfect, she thought and walked up to their rendezvous point. Her plan was to wait here until Jessica could slip out of the courtroom, and make her way into their little spot. From there, they would sail away with all that money…

 

Walking down the corridor, she hummed to herself as she slid the key into the lock and opened the door. As soon as she stepped in and closed the door of the little studio they had rented, she looked up and saw herself staring into the end of a pistol.

 

“Hello, there. Don’t make any noise, and everything will be just fine. Now be nice and put your hands on your head…”

 

Horrified, she barely understood what he had said, as she numbly lifted her hands to her head. Immediately she felt someone behind her, cuffing her hands.

 

“Look at me” the hypnotic voice of the gunman drawled. “Recognize me?”

 

As she looked up, she recognized the face of the representative from the huge corporation, the one that she had just signed the deal with, mere minutes ago. Mr. Gavin. Only now he wasn’t cringing or nervous, but calm. She felt like a mouse in front of a snake, a snake that was eyeing her hungrily…

 

“You see, we don’t like it when our little business gets sued. But we also don’t like to make deals with… strangers.” The voice continued. “Ours is an exclusive family, and after thinking it over, we decided that you know way too much about our way of doing business. “

 

She felt the man behind her put his hand over her mouth, and struggled against his grip. He effortlessly held her in a headlock, and she could see Mr. Gavin coming closer to her, his gun now only at his side…

 

He calmly took a syringe from his pocket, lifted it to her neck, and as she felt the sting of the needle, everything began to blur. The last words she heard before she collapsed completely were “Don’t take this personally…”

 

 

Jessica was elated. All the morons in the jury had listened to her open mouthed all wishing for this retarded trial ordeal to end. They had argued for awarding the plaintiff money, and as one jury member eloquently put it, “lets like give … uh, a billion dollars”. But in the end, they realized that the longer they argued with Jessica, the longer they would be stuck in this little room, so finally they all just agreed with her to get the hell out of this courtroom. To hell with the plaintiff and his lawsuit, they just wanted to go home.

 

She quietly avoided the media and slipped down the same street Kate had walked minutes before. The two men that Kate had seen were watching nearby. As she came near an intersection, one of them suddenly walked out in front of her, staring right at her. She panicked for a second, who is this guy? She turned around to go another way, to avoid crossing this creep when she saw another one behind her. Now really panicking, she turned to run, but the first was suddenly right next to her. He punched her in the stomach, and winded, Jessica struggled for air. The other threw a bag over her head, and she passed out seconds later. A van came up the empty street, and they loaded her body into the back, got in, and sped off.

 

 

Mr. Gavin had worked this out weeks ago. He knew of the importance of the two blackmailers, and he knew exactly what to do to them. Kate was the real problem, she was the one that had made contact with him, and signed the actual deal. Jessica, on the other hand, knew nothing. She couldn’t even tell anyone what she had done, after all she had illegally found her way onto the jury, influenced them, etc. She was unimportant, and Gavin had decided to use her as a gift to some of his associates. Kate was his. He knew that the corporation’s secret was in her, and had decided against killing her. “There were better uses for her”, he mused.

 

Iniquity: Chapter 1.

 

I woke up slowly, my head pounding. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn’t see anything! It was dark, smelly… and the ground was moving? I struggled to stand up but my legs felt too weak, and when I tried to reach my hand out to support myself, I realized it was tied behind my back. Just when I realized that I was in fact in the back of some car, with my hands cuffed behind my back and a hood over my face, I remembered what happened. The trial. Those two creepy men that had somehow knocked me out, and yes, put me in a van. My heart skipped a beat as I suddenly realized the real, horrible truth of my situation. I frantically sat up and tried to free my hands, but nothing would budge. I must have struggled for hours, because I eventually gave up and just sat still, quietly crying.

 

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke with a start when the van stopped moving. I nervously tried to make myself as small as possible, and I could hear voices outside the van. I heard the jingle of keys, and then a male voice laughing.

 

I was dragged out of the van, put on my feet, and then half dragged, half carried up a flight of stairs, and then dumped on the floor. I instinctively curled into a ball, trying my best to be as small as possible.

 

“Stand up! I said stand the fuck up!” shouted a voice, and when I didn’t move he roughly grabbed my hair through the hood and pulled me to my knees. “When I tell you to do something, you do it, got that?” he growled into my ear.

 

The pain from his grip on my hair was intense, and it was all I could do to stay quiet. He twisted his hand in my hair, and when he heard me whimpering he dropped me in disgust.

 

“When I take off your hood, you better fucking keep quiet, ok?”

 

I nodded limply, and I felt him reach behind my neck, fumble with something, and then I had to shut my eyes quickly because it was so bright.

 

“Poor baby, look at her, she must’ve been cryy-ing during the trip” a voice mocked me.

 

“Lets make her feel better, she looks so sad” another chimed in.

 

I felt rough hands grabbing my shirt, and I tried to say something, but my throat was too dry and I could barely make anything out. My eyes had almost adjusted to the light, and I could see the outlines of what seemed like hundreds of hands pulling at my shirt.

 

In a frenzied rush, I tried to pull myself away from the hands groping me. I blindly ran in one direction, and as I freed myself from them I heard my shirt rip.

 

I staggered against the wall and squinting, tried to look at my assailants. There were 3 men, and all of them looked huge compared to me. I’m only 5’ 6”, but these guys looked to be well over 6 feet. They crowded the little room we were in, and I could make out a door behind them. I suddenly noticed that they had gone suspiciously quiet, and mustering all my courage I spoke up,

“I won’t tell anyone. Please, I promise, just let me go” I begged.

 

“Oh no” One of them softly growled, slowly coming towards me. “No, I don’t think so”

 

He was 2 feet away from me, moving slowly towards me. He suddenly reached out and shoved me against the wall.

 

“You’re going to do exactly what I say, cunt.” He put his knee between my legs, moving it up until I was standing on my toes to keep away from him.

 

I turned away from him, but with my hands still cuffed behind my back I couldn’t move. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at him.

 

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. You either be a good girl, and take off all your clothes, or we do it for you.”

 

I could see the other two men behind him smiling. I nodded desperately, incoherently babbling “yes, yes, please, I’ll be good, yes…”

 

He stepped back from me, and I cowered against the wall.

 

“Turn around”

 

I obediently turned around for him, and he grabbed my wrists and undid the cuffs.

 

“Now I think its time you stopped fooling around. Take off your clothes, NOW!”

 

He yelled the last word, and I almost jumped in fear. Slowly what he wanted dawned on me, and hesitantly I kicked off my shoes and started pulling off my jeans.

 

I desperately wished I had worn more clothes, but with the temperature well in the 90s, I had practically overdressed. Once I had my jeans and the remains of my shirt in a puddle at my feet, I hesitated with taking off my bra.

 

“Ok, let’s cut the drama,” one of the tall guys said. He walked up to me, grabbed my hair and shoved me to my knees. I instinctively tried to push his hands away from my head, when another walked behind me and ripped my bra off.

 

“Look, her nipples are hard. I bet she loves this”, and with a crude laugh he started mauling my tits from behind.

 

The third guy then put his hand on my crotch, and pushed my panties down to my knees. “Look, she even keeps her hair trimmed. I bet you’ve been waiting for this all your life.”

 

With that the guy holding my hair let go and I lost my balance, falling face down onto the floor. I heard a zipper being pulled and then I felt something shoving at my ass. I tried desperately to somehow move away, but I felt something else enter my pussy.

 

“Oh god... no... please” I moaned as the second man started fucking my pussy. Distracted by him, the first guy managed to stick his cock into my ass, and slowly, painfully, began shoving it up.

 

The third guy moved around to the front, where I was getting fucked doggy-style in both holes. He took my head in his hands and shoved his cock near my mouth. By then I was so distracted by the other two pounding my holes that I barely even noticed his cock inches from my face.

 

I suddenly felt him grab my nipples, hard and start pinching them. “Suck it or you're gonna really get hurt” he growled.

 

Instinctively I took his dick in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. He relaxed his grip on my nipples and started fucking my face.

 

I could feel the man behind me start panting heavily, and then suddenly he grunted and I could feel his cock explode in my ass. He pulled his cock out, still spurting cum, and covered my back in his sticky fluid.

 

After all three covered me in their cum, they dumped me in a corner of the room and opened several cans of beer. I lay huddled in a pile of their cum, sobbing to myself.

 

They were talking loudly, pointing at me and laughing to themselves, but I didn't understand a word of what they said. I was alternating between the fear of being left in the corner like this, and what would happen when they noticed me again.

 

Eventually one of them went up to me, squatted near my face and looked me in the eye.

 

“Be a good girl, and open your mouth” he asked me, almost gently.

 

I was so scared I obeyed him, not even thinking about it. He took a ball gag and forced it into my mouth, stretching my jaws open wide.

 

Apparently satisfied, he went back to where the other two were drinking beer. He whispered something to them, and they all laughed, looking at me. I tensed in apprehension at what they were planning.

 

Finally one of them came up to me, grabbed my hair in one hand, and with the other clamped my nose shut. I couldn't breathe. Panicking, I started to thrash my legs but he just held on. Just as everything was beginning to spin slightly he let go of my nose and I breathed in deeply, through my nose. As soon as I breathed in I sneezed violently and then breathed in again. I could feel mucus seeping out of my nose.

 

Apparently, another guy had put a small plate in front of my nose, and when I inhaled I had snorted whatever he put on that plate. I could see him still holding the plate, grinning stupidly.

 

After that, I felt like I was floating somewhere far away. My mind was completely blank, and when they alternated fucking me from behind, I even enjoyed it. I was fucking a storm, and whenever I felt like I would pass out, they forced me to snort some more.

 

Eventually I felt everything go black. I must have passed out, because I woke up jammed in the trunk of some car.

 

It came to a stop, and when he opened the trunk, it was dark outside.

 

He grabbed me by whatever part of me wasn't covered in cum, pulled me onto the road, and shoved me face down in the gutter.

 

“Later, cunt. It was fun” he said with a smile, kicked me in the groin, and then got back in the car and sped away.

 

I was totally naked on the side of the road, and I tried to ask for help, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was a mix of cum, saliva, and urine. I was vaguely confused about the piss, I couldn't remember anyone pissing in my mouth; but then there was a lot that I didn't remember. I tried to crawl somewhere, to hide myself and then die in the corner, but I soon passed out, mere feet from where I had been dumped.

 

 

 

 

I woke up suddenly. The first thing I remembered was Gavin, approaching me with a needle. He was saying something, but I couldn't remember a word. Then, nothing.

 

Opening my eyes, I looked around, and noticed that I was tied, spread-eagled on a bed. That didn't seem too surprising; I didn't doubt Gavin was the kind of creep that would do something like this.

 

I didn't have to wait too long to find out; soon the door opened and Gavin, with another man walked into the room. The other man had had long, black hair, sharp blue eyes, and a totally expressionless face.

 

“What the FUCK do you think you're doing to me!” I yelled as soon as they came in.

 

They barely looked up, so I continued “Let me go, you sick bastard”

 

Gavin muttered something to his pal, and he smiled. Then the long haired guy walked up to the bed I was tied on, pulled something out of his pocket, and held it over my mouth.

 

His face was literally on top of me, and I could feel his eyes staring at me intensely.

 

“Open your mouth” he said softly. I didn't dare, I knew he would try and gag me somehow.

 

Patiently, as if disciplining a small child, he reached out and pinched my nose. I tried to move my head away but he held on. Eventually I opened my mouth and he shoved the dildo into my mouth.

 

Apparently satisfied, he drew back and continued his conversation.

 

“...Not bad, considering the background you gave me. But not great, you understand?” said the long haired one.

 

“Look, Jim, I gave you 300 pages on her. What do you see now that you didn't see in the countless psychological, physical, and mental evaluations about a dozen shrinks gave on her?” said Gavin, apparently frustrated.

 

“Just relax, ok? I'm trying to keep my options open” said Jim, smiling slightly.

 

“Whatever. You done here?” asked Gavin, but Jim was already half way towards the door.

 

After I heard the door slam, I remembered their conversation about me. What did they think they were doing, sharing 300 page files on me? Was Gavin trying to convince Jim about something? What was in that 300 page document anyway? I wanted to read what the shrinks had to say about me...

 

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening again. Two black men, dressed like gangsters walked in. Behind them was a stunning blond that was completely naked, except for some ridiculously high heels, and stockings.

 

Without a word, the blond got up on the bed, and started attaching something around my neck. I tried to say something through my gag, but she didn't appear to notice. She was straddling me on the bed, and didn't seem to care that I was staring right at her pussy. I looked away, ashamed, but found myself peeking at it anyway.

 

Meanwhile, the two black men had positioned themselves on either side of the bed. They unhooked my hands, which were tied at the two ends of the bed.

 

After the blond had finished attaching what felt like a collar, she slid back a little and started taking off my shirt. I tried to stop her, but my hands would barely move; they were still sore from being tied in place for so long.

 

Once the blond had my shirt off, she started taking off my bra. This had gone too far, so I tried to sit up and punch this weird whore or something. I wasn't going down without a fight, I reasoned.

 

As soon as the two guys noticed my hands were out of the shirt, they grabbed my wrists and cuffed them to my collar. Then, one of them pulled the collar back onto the bed, and fastened it to the head of the bed.

 

The only sounds in the room were my own heavy breathing, and the sound of the blond working to pull my legs out of my pants. This was completely insane.

 

After she had my pants around my ankles, she pulled my panties all the way down, and got off the bed.

 

One of the guys, (guards I figured) got bored and started playing with my tits. His hands would roam all over them, occasionally fingering my nipples. I tried to say something, but he just could not keep his hands off my tits.

 

“What you doin'” the other guard asked, looking up.

 

“Just getting to know her” he answered, without looking up “whats wrong with you? Are you gay or something?”

 

“Don't you ever get tired?” the other one asked, bored. “You like some kind of machine, man. What, 5 minutes ago you were screwing some whore, and now you still horny?”

 

The first guard just ignored him and started squeezing my nipples. I gasped through my gag as he pulled it hard, too hard. I squirmed to relieve the pressure on my nipples, with no success.

 

“Look, she likes this” he added helpfully. “she's movin' around or something”

 

The other guard just shook his head and continued messing with something in his hand. “Wheres Kelly?” he asked suddenly. The first guard didn't seem to care, he was squeezing my nipples so hard I had tears in my eyes.

 

Finally the blond came back, holding something, but I was too distracted to notice what.

 

Suddenly I felt her touching my pussy, and realized she was trying to shave it. I almost started crying, why was this all happening?

 

Eventually, the guard let go of my tits and started pacing around the room, almost like he was expecting something. I quickly lost interest in him when the blond whore, Kelly, started really feeling around. She found my clit, and started flicking it. I could see the faintest outline of a smile on her face.

 

Despite myself, I was getting wet. I couldn't believe I could possibly be getting excited with another woman touching me, but even as I thought that I let out an involuntary moan.

 

Just as quickly as she started, she stopped. Apparently finished shaving me, she got up and stood near the wall. I noticed she averted her eyes, away from any of the guards, or me.

 

The second guard finally looked up, saw that Kelly was done, and motioning to the other guard he went to my ankles and removed the cuffs holding them to the ends of the bed. Once they were free, he attached a lead to my collar and pulled me off the bed. My legs were still sore, and I collapsed, my hands useless and chained to my neck.

 

He didn't seem to notice that I had fallen, and kept pulling on the lead. Finally realizing that I wasn't getting up, he grabbed a chunk of my hair, and dragged me out of the room.

 

I regained the use of my legs about halfway through the corridor, but he didn't seem to care either. He just continued pulling me by my hair until we reached a door. Then, he released my hands from my neck, removed the gag, and literally threw me into the room.

 

As I picked myself off the floor, another person staggered into the little cell, and then the door slammed.

 

 

I edged away into the corner, staring at my apparent cell-mate. I was shocked when I noticed it was Kelly.

 

Coughing slightly, I cleared my throat and asked, “what the hell are you doing in here?”

 

She seemed shy, unwilling to look at me.

 

“I, um, live here” she mumbled.

 

“What?” I asked. “What is this place... why am I here?”

 

She finally looked at me, and smiled shyly. “I don’t know” she said a little louder. “They just spend their time making us do stuff…” she trailed off, and looked at the ground again.

 

“'us'?” I asked, incredulously. “who's this 'us'? What are you, some kind of sex toy?”

 

“I'm sorry” she suddenly. “I haven't been here long.” She looked around the room, as if searching for something else to talk about.

 

I wasn't taking this crap, I said to myself. Standing up, I walked over to where Kelly was sitting and almost yelled, “I said, what is this place!”

 

Shaking her head, she started inching away from me. I was furious, this bitch was obviously working for Gavin, or Jim, or whatever creeps that ran this place. I grabbed her neck and started squeezing, panting “Tell.. me... what... this... place... is!”

 

She weakly pushed back against my hands, her eyes now filled with fear. I realized that she obviously couldn't answer me while I was choking her, but I didn't care. I just kept pushing, squeezing her stupid little neck. Her legs were jerking behind me, and I could see her face turning blue. There were tears coming out of her eyes.

 

I kept choking her, completely insane with anger now. I wanted to kill this bitch, choke her until she died.

 

I didn't even hear the cell door burst open, and only realized that there was someone in the room when I felt a guard punch me in the back. Falling on her in pain, I was hauled out of the room by a guard, breathless. Just as I was pulled from the cell, I looked back and saw Kelly, now on her stomach, coughing into the ground. Just as she turned her head to look at me the cell door slammed shut and cut off my view of her.

 

“What the FUCK were you doing” the guard kept asking me as he slapped my face. I couldn't answer, the vision of Kelly lying there still in my eyes. He dragged me into another room, threw me in, and came in after me.

 

Pulling my hands over my head, he attached them to a hook in the ceiling and pulled until I could barely reach the ground with my toes.

 

“Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you” he spat as he gave me a final slap and left the room, slamming the door.

 

I had little time to ponder what I had done, when Jim and Gavin came into the room. Gavin was smoking now; he looked at me like I was some specimen in a zoo.

 

Jim, on the other hand, was rubbing his hands. He looked like an excited freak, and kept licking his lips like a maniac.

“Perfect” he said. “This is amazing. How much?” he asked, looking at Gavin.

 

“We agreed on a price” Gavin said slowly, his look of utter confusion at Jim's response quickly vanishing as he blew smoke at me.

 

“Awesome. Great, just great!” Jim exclaimed, he was almost yelling now.

 

“Ok, then, its a deal?” asked Gavin, his eyes a little wider as he stared at Jim in shock.

 

“Deal, deal, mine, YES!” Jim suddenly burst out. He was laughing now, spit flying out of his mouth.

 

Gavin considered him again, then said quickly “done. I'm out of here.”

 

He left the room without a backward glance. Jim, barely even noticed him leave. “Oh yes Gavin, its a deal, yes, deal... HA!” he looked suddenly, and finding Gavin gone, he turned around and stared directly into my eyes. His small blue eyes shining, I could see the excitement in his eyes.

 

He kept staring at me, so I looked away. Finally, as if snapping out of a trance, he abruptly walked out of the room muttering.

 

The guard came back in, whistling. “Man, you don't see the boss like that everyday.”

 

He unhooked my hands from the ceiling, and let me crumple at his feet. This guard was the excitable one, the one that obsessed with my tits earlier. His breath smelled of beer, and he looked totally drunk.

 

“This calls for some celebration!” he announced, and unzipping his fly with joy, pulled his cock out and rammed it down my throat.

 

Caught completely by surprise, I gagged reflexively and started to choke. He just kept pushing his cock in, until it touched the back of my throat and kept going. I was really gagging now, I couldn't breathe at all.

 

He barely seemed to notice, and when he pulled his cock out, he was about to ram it back in when he noticed that I had emptied the contents of my stomach onto his pants.

 

“Ugh, nasty, you fucking slut!” he yelled, and kicked me, trying to wipe the barf out of his pants.

 

The other guard walked in, and seeing the mess his friend made, burst out laughing.

 

“You goddam moron, this bitch probably never had a cock in her mouth before” he laughed. The other guard was still busy wiping my barf off his pants.

 

Giving his friend another look, he picked me up roughly, wiped my mouth with a dirty rag, and then walked me back to my cell. I was in a daze and didn't protest at all. Before he opened the door of my cell, he pinned me against the wall.

 

“Whatever you do, don't choke Kelly, ok?” and laughing, he opened the door and threw me into the cell.

 

Still momentarily dazed I just blindly moved to the wall and sat down against the wall. Kelly was lying on the floor nearby, and when she saw me move towards her she almost ran to the other side of the cell.

 

I was still trying to get the awful taste out of my mouth, and somehow digest what I had seen and done in the last half-hour.

 

Kelly broke my reverie by saying in a choking voice, “I... I'm sorry, Kate”

 

“Huh?” I looked up without understanding her.

 

This time she looked back at me, with tears still streaking down her face.

 

“I don't know” she whispered. “I'm sorry... I didn't want to hurt you...” She buried her face in her hands again and continued sobbing.

 

I was so dazed I hardly heard her, the image of Jim ranting still clouding my mind. I was reliving the guard forcing his cock down my throat; my thoughts all jumbled and confused...

 

I slept fitfully that night, waking occasionally to the sound of Kelly sobbing in the corner.

Iniquity: Chapter 2 Part 1

 

(*This story is meant for adults only. If you are not over the age of 18, or are not over the legal age in your area of residence, please stop reading this. This story contains adult-only content; none of the people portrayed in this story are real. This is entirely a work of fiction.*)

 

I woke with a start when the cell door banged open. One of the guards walked in. I braced myself for him to grab me, but instead he went toward Kelly. Her eyes red with tears, and she obediently let herself get dragged out of the cell. I stared after her in some disbelief; why was she so compliant? On one hand, I felt sorry for her, after all, I did try to kill her. On the other, her attitude infuriated me. She was so... submissive.

 

I stood up and looked around the little cell objectively, for the first time. It was small, hardly 10' by 10', no windows, and the door had no handle on the inside. I scoured the inside, following the wall with my hand, hoping that this would turn out like some novel where the cell has a secret passage coming out of it.

 

I circled the cell several times, sliding my hand along the wall. This clearly was no novel; there was no movable tile; no hidden passage. Not even a secret message written on toilet paper, not that I expected to find one.

 

The door burst open again, startling me. This time I knew it had to be for me, and sure enough the guard went up to me and grabbed my collar. I tried to push his hand away, but he ignored my protests and almost lifted me off my feet by the collar. I was panting slightly, the collar biting into my neck, choking me.

 

“Jim was right about you. You sure got more balls than Kelly,” he said in a gruff voice. He looked at me strangely, as if admiring some particularly feisty zoo animal. He let me down slowly, my hands still trying to free my collar from his big hairy arm.

 

“C'mon, lets go. Jim's waiting.” He winked and dragged me out of the cell. Once outside, he attached a leash to my collar. I tried to hold back a cough; I wasn't showing him any sign of weakness, but that just made it worse. I coughed loudly, my eyes tearing slightly. Brushing away a tear, I looked back at him defiantly. He just shook his head, and almost ripped mine off as he pulled on the leash and walked me down the hall.

 

“You should really save your strength. I mean I can't say what Jim's gonna do, y'know, but he's the one you should be fighting, not me” he said as we walked down the hall.

 

I said nothing. He was right, but I would never admit it to him. Besides, I was out of breath from being dragged by my neck.

 

As we rounded the corner he whistled slightly and slowed down, pulling even harder on the leash. I struggled to look past him at what was down the hall, but I could only see his sweaty gray shirt.

 

He came to a stop, and finally able to breathe normally, I took the time to catch my breath and look around. We were standing in front of a wooden door with an ornate handle. There were two white guys standing in front of it, one holding a small suitcase. They could not be more different.

 

One was tall, muscular, a mean expression on his face. The other was shorter, had a more boyish face, and an odd smile that made me shiver inside.

 

“She's all yours, buddy. Watch out, she a little more jumpy than-”

 

“Shut the fuck up.” The tall guy said, unimpressed. He grabbed the leash from my guard and waved him away. My guard obediently turned around and left, looking over his shoulder as he went.

 

My view of the guard walking down the hall was cut short when the leash went taut and I was dragged into the room, the skinny guy following me in, shutting the door behind him.

 

The room seemed larger than my cell; it had a pleasant aroma and was brightly lit. I was dumped into a chair, and my leash unfastened. Then, surprisingly, nothing. No restraints. I looked in front of me and was almost shocked to see a large desk covered in paperwork. A guy in glasses was busily working behind it; he didn't seem to notice us as we came in, as if used to seeing naked women dragged into his office.

 

The small guy with the suitcase carefully rested the suitcase against the desk, and sat down on a stool to the side of it. The other one had disappeared from my view, which I figured was probably a good thing. I looked at the guy busily writing at the desk more closely. He seemed very familiar, but I couldn't place him.

 

He suddenly put his pen down with a snap and looked right up into my eyes. It was Jim. The same small blue eyes, the same creepy stare. Only this time with glasses. He would have looked funny if I weren’t sitting naked in a chair in front of him. I opened my mouth to say something, but decided against it. Not yet.

 

“Let's see... #36, Kate?” he said looking up. “How are you?” he asked randomly.

 

“I'm fi-” I started to say but he cut me off.

 

“Good. We have nothing scheduled, so lets get right to business” he said briskly. “Starting with your set of rules; I expect to you to obey these at all times” he said matter-of-factly, and busied himself with a paper.

 

“Make me” I responded, defiantly, my voice shaking slightly. I wasn't rolling over like some dumb blond whore.

 

“What, you haven't even heard these rules, and you're already bitching?” he asked, smiling.

 

Before I even had a chance to respond, I felt the chair, with me in it, fly across the room. I landed painfully against the opposite wall, the huge white guy looking after me with pleasure. I yelped in pain and shock, trying to untangle myself from the chair.

 

Struggling out of the remains of my chair, I sat up awkwardly. I glared at Jim, who was giggling like a little kid. Pulling my hand out of the debris that once was my chair, I gave him the finger.

 

Before I could even judge his reaction, I felt someone pick me up and slam me against the wall. I felt a rush of pain around my nose, and felt a little dazed. Then the guard then slammed me against the wall again, this time holding me against it with his hand under the back of my neck. I could see blood where he had broken my nose against the wall.

 

Disoriented, I pushed back against the wall with my hands, with no success. My head was now turned sideways against the wall, my tits getting crushed as I struggled to free myself.

 

I was suddenly staring into the face of Jim, his glasses no longer on him. “It would have been so much easier if you simply obeyed” he crooned, his hand reaching out and patting my face. My face contorted with fury, I tried to spit at his hand. He pulled his now bloody hand back, wiping it on my hair.

 

The guard dropped me unexpectedly; I fell like a sack of bricks. He then picked me up, and pushed me face down on Jim's desk. Papers flew everywhere, I heard glass smash and a warm feeling near my belly, he must have thrown me right on some glass ornament on Jim's desk.

 

My face hanging off the edge of the desk, my legs spread at the opposite end, I saw Jim slowly walk around toward the front of the desk and sit down. He was no longer smiling, my face level with his chest, staring directly at him.

 

I twisted to get off the table, but the guard was holding me down with one hand. Jim grabbed my hair and forced me to look in his eyes.

 

I gasped and my eyes went round with shock, someone was entering me from behind! The guard behind me was slowly forcing his cock up my ass, painfully inching his way forward.

 

Jim breathed in sharply, as if taking in my expression of shock. He then dropped my hair, and my head fell forward painfully. I no longer saw his face; I only felt the pain of what seemed like a baseball bat, shoving its way up my ass. I screamed in pain, tears streaming down my face. I felt the intruder recede, then force its way right up again, causing my entire body to lurch forward as he pounded my ass.

 

I was out of breath, screaming each time he pushed forward. I could hear Jim reading something, but I understood nothing I heard.

 

“ -- you have no choice --”

 

I yelled out as the pain reached new heights. Saliva was pouring out of my mouth, my face covered in sweat. I could taste a salty liquid, the tears mingling with blood from my broken nose, dripping into my mouth.

 

“ -- learn to obey--”

 

His cock ramming faster and faster up my ass, I could no longer scream. Closing my eyes tightly I could only gasp each time he pushed me forward.

 

As he thrusted even harder up my ass, I felt something enter my mouth. Looking up, I could make out the blurry outline of Jim putting a dental gag in my mouth. My jaws were suddenly stretched as wide as they would go, and staring past my tears I could see him stand up and pull his zipper down. Oh god, not this...

 

He put his warm cock in my mouth, not, pushing, just letting it sit there. The guy behind me was still grinding his cock up my ass, pushing me slightly forward with each thrust. Jim's cock was expanding as my tongue involuntarily brushed past it.

 

He then slowly started edging it down my throat. I gagged as he slowly, firmly, pushed it further and further down my throat. The man behind me was breathing heavily now; I could feel his cock start to pulsate inside me. He was close, but Jim was taking his time, slowly edging it down my throat.

 

He pushed too far and I could no longer control the gag reflex, he quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth and jumped back as I threw up at his feet. Behind me, the guard had spent his cock inside my ass, and was slowly pulling out.

 

I moaned softly, utterly exhausted. The pain near my belly had intensified, and I limply tried to roll over, with no success.

 

Jim sat down and looked into my face, almost hopefully. Seeing him brought back all my hatred and I tried to sit up on the table. I wanted to rip this mans head off, but I could barely move my hands. I fell back onto the table, my head falling forward.

 

I heard Jim sigh, and he motioned toward the skinny guy who had so far done nothing but watch with little interest.

 

He immediately opened his little suitcase and started pulling things out.

 

I heard Jim talking to someone, and looking up I saw him leafing through some papers, shouldering a phone.

 

“Yeah, hi, this is Jim” he barked into the phone.

 

The small guy was now holding a syringe, slowly filling it from a little bottle in his suitcase.

 

“...No, not going well. I don't want to really damage her, but this won't work....”

 

Good, I thought to myself. He wasn't getting through to me. I looked back at the guy messing with his suitcase; he was now pulling on latex gloves.

 

“...Exactly, yeah. I know, you told me. Yeah. Listen, I want to hold off on the hormone therapy for now...”

 

Hormone therapy? What? Was he going to turn me into a man? The only thing that rang a bell when I thought of hormone therapy were those freak-shows where people had sex-change operations...

 

Now that he had his gloves on, the small guy ripped open a small packet, and walked towards me. Oh no, this can't be happening. I moaned into my gag, too weak to move.

 

“...What? Anyway, so yeah I'm going to do the usual anti-psychotic treatment for now, we can usually work it through that way. Zi-lo-something something. I can't pronounce it. No, it won't really hurt her...”

 

I was relieved it wasn't any hormones... anti-psychotic? What even is that? I looked behind me; the small guy was rubbing a spot on my ass. He went back to his suitcase, and pulled the needle out, tapping it.

 

“...Great. Ok. Keep in touch.” Jim hung up and looked at me, his blue eyes narrow and his face twisted in a depraved smile.

 

I looked back to see the small guy position the needle at my ass, and squeeze the liquid inside me. The spot where he injected me stung a little. I moaned, unable to stop him from. Oh my god, what was he doing to me? I started crying again; I felt so helpless and afraid...

 

“All done. I'll be back tomorrow in case you need me.” With that, the small guy closed his suitcase and left the room.

 

Jim looked around, kicked some papers that had fallen off his desk, and left the room. The room was quiet now; I felt it darken. What was happening? I was still lying on the desk, in the same position they had left me in.

 

I started to shiver, sweating at the same time. My head felt heavy... too heavy. There seemed to be something pushing my head down... down... I heard someone come into the room, breaking the reverie.

 

“Whoa, Kate, they trashed you good this time” he said, a little shocked by the mess he saw. I didn't recognize him, but he didn't seem too bad. He was a tall black guy, sweating into his plain gray shirt. I could vaguely remember him... but in my memories he wasn't nice at all.

 

My eyes rolled into my head, I felt myself lose control of my muscles… I felt a growing wetness near my crotch, and then my head banged forward, everything sliding out of focus.

 

 

Iniquity: Chapter 2 Part 2

 

 

I woke up right where I had been dumped, in the side of the road. Every part of me ached, and there was an awful pounding in my head. I slowly, painfully, pulled myself onto my hands and knees. There was a disgusting taste in my mouth; there was a nasty smell in the air around me.

 

It was dark outside, the narrow road forbidding and silent. I shivered, sitting down on the side of the road, holding myself to keep warm. There was a slight breeze that was making me numb; it was just barely strong enough to keep me from ever feeling warm.

 

I looked down the road, seeing nothing. My eyes were almost covered with a crusty substance, even if it wasn’t so dark I doubted I could see much. Then, I saw a light, far away in the distance. A street lamp? Why did it suddenly turn on, I though to myself. I watched it intently; there was little else I could do.

 

It was growing bigger and bigger, now splitting into two separate lights. Was I imagining this? I looked again and suddenly realized it was a car, heading right at me.

 

I heard an awful screeching sound as I stood up, and holding my hand out in front of me, saw the car hit me lightly. I fell into the pavement, more from surprise than from any real pain, waiting for the car to crush me. I looked up and saw the car, literally on top of me, but not moving.

 

The door opened, and someone got out of the car hurriedly, holding a cell phone to his ear.

 

“...Anti-psychotics? Who the fuck asked you for anti-psychotics?” the man said into his cell phone. It was ridiculous, he was talking into his cell phone while slowly walking towards me, his eyes glued to me but his thoughts clearly far away.

 

“...Ok, Jim, no. This is retarded. Since when do you - , look, how am I supposed to know the name?”

 

He squatted in front of me, still talking on the phone, but now staring right into my eyes.

 

“...no, Jim listen-, ok. I have to go, all right just don't kill her. If I wanted her dead you're the last on my list. All right. Bye.” He closed his cell phone and put it in his pocket. He was so close to me I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

 

He then straightened up, and sat on the hood of his car, reaching into his pocket for something.

 

“Hello, Jessica. Never thought I'd see you here,” he said, without looking at me. He was now searching his other pocket for something, seemingly preoccupied.

 

I looked away quickly. How did he know me? I had never seen this guy before. Who was he...?

 

I looked up and gasped in shock. He was still sitting on the hood of his car, but now he was pointing a gun at me. I gasped, everything looked so strange, illuminated only by the car's headlights.

 

“You were supposed to disappear, Jess. I wasn't supposed to see you again” he said evenly, then added almost to himself “those bastards never do anything right on their own...”

 

“Please... don't...” I whispered, crying all of a sudden. I was so scared; he seemed so angry with me about something. I saw his hand twitch slightly, the pistol made an echoing clicking sound. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to shoot. My entire life, gone. I couldn’t fathom the fact that I would not be here, I would not exist, I would be some lifeless lump to be talked about on the morning news.

 

It seemed like ages passed, I was now loudly sobbing on the ground. It was such a waste, such a waste... I looked up when I heard a voice.

 

“This is Gavin. Hi, didn't mean to wake you up. Get over here, now.” He was barking into his cell phone again, I could see his blurry outline past my tears.

 

The gun was no longer in his hand, it had disappeared together with his slightly drunken voice. Had I imagined the whole thing? I picked myself off the ground, sitting up a little.

 

“...That’s what I told you, freaking moron. I said 'get rid of her', not 'dump her on the side of the road for the cops to find'. Now shut up, and follow my cell phone.” He clicked his cell phone shut, and put it in his pocket. Looking back at me, he studied my face intently.

 

I wanted to say something, anything, to make him go away, but I was too scared. He was calmly sitting on the hood of his car, watching me, not moving. It was all too strange, the way he apparently tried to kill me, twice. He had first hit me with his car, the second time even pointing a gun at me; both times stopping in the last second.

 

The quiet was broken by the sound of a loud van coming up behind Gavin's car. He stood up, straightened his tie, and looked toward the van as two men got out. They were both dressed impeccably in dark suits, their eyes hidden behind dark glasses. They seemed nervous, and stood in front of Gavin, waiting.

 

He returned their questioning looks, and then nodded at me. They both came toward me, holding me under my arms.

 

“Follow my car.” Gavin quickly walked into driver’s seat of his car, slamming the door. The two men hurriedly pulled me into the van, and got into the front seats. There was no divider between them and me, they were obviously not afraid of me doing anything to stop them. I could see the taillights of Gavin's car already in the distance.

 

“‘Follow my car'” one of the said in an exaggerated tone, and burst into nervous laughter. “Does this guy practice in front of a mirror?” the other one chimed in.

 

They both looked so different when they weren't in front of Gavin. Both lost the grim look, the calm air of superiority. One of the even turned on the radio, the sound of music floated down the van.

 

I leaned against the back of the van, breathing deeply. There were stacks of books, boxes filled with strange equipment, all sitting in the back of the van with me. This ride seemed so familiar, it bounced in the same way, only then it had been totally silent except for the sound of the engine. Now, I could hear them conversing in the front, drowning out the sound of the radio.

 

“... And then the guy just breaks down, he's all crying and shit. 'No, mommy'” one of them started in a high voice, and they both laughed loudly.

 

They were quiet for a few seconds, the sound of an upbeat song filling the emptiness.

 

“Dude, it smells in here,” one of them said, and turning all the way around he looked at me.

 

“No kidding dude, you saw what they did to her” the other responded. He also turned around to look at me too, ignoring the road.

 

“Ok, look, it was my idea, and now that I think about it, not my best” he laughed. “She smells worse than that Asian slut we got last time.”

 

“You mean the Japanese one, ‘take-it-da-sushi-roll’” the driver imitated horribly. They were both laughing in the front, ignoring me trying to be as small as possible in the back of the van.

 

I noticed it had gone quiet in the front, both had calmed down somewhat, no longer laughing.

 

“This is horrible. The van stinks, dude” the driver said, annoyed. His friend fished around in the glove compartment, and pulling out a small bottle he threw it at me.

 

The bottle bounced on the floor and rolled towards me. I picked it up; it was a men’s aerosol deodorant. I squeezed the trigger experimentally, a cloud of vapor landed on my hand. It had a strong smell, not unpleasant, but very powerful. Looking up, I saw the guy still staring at me.

 

“Does she even speak English?” he asked the driver, laughing slightly. The driver just buried his head in the wheel, shaking with laughter.

 

The guy walked out of his seat, and squatted near me. “Take bottle, and spray” he said slowly, motioning with his hands, as if to a child.

 

I hesitantly held the bottle in my hand. He silently laughed, throwing his head back. Taking the bottle from me, he violently pushed it up against my face and started spraying.

 

The spray hit my face, and my eyes began to burn. I yelped in pain, holding my hands to my head, the spray going into my mouth. It had a bitter taste that left me coughing violently. The guy just kept holding it up to me, spraying my face like there was no tomorrow.

 

When he stopped spraying, I could hear the driver banging the wheel in uproarious laughter. The guy near me was nervously giggling.

 

My eyes were burning, I felt like I was being suffocated. The strong odor was overpowering my nose, I tried to shake my head to get the smell off, but nothing worked. I thrashed around, my hands over my eyes, my throat burning as I inhaled the fume.

 

“Uhh... she's going all weird” the guy said nervously. The driver was still laughing, his head banging on the wheel. He honked by accident. “Is this stuff safe? Boss is gonna kill us if she dies” he said, real concern in his voice now.

 

“Dies? You freaking idiot, gimme the bottle” the driver said. There was a scuffle, and then I heard him reading “'Avoid spraying in eyes and excessive inhalation.' Wow buddy, you're pretty damn smart” he snarled angrily. “'...Concentrating and inhaling can be harmful or fatal'” he continued, then suddenly laughed. “This stuff is harmless, theres a bigger warning on my toothpaste.”

 

“She’s turning blue” his friend replied, his voice scared. He slapped me in the face several times, and my hand slipped from my eye. I could barely breathe, the aroma suffocating me; tears were flowing out of my eyes. I breathed in raggedly, then coughed several times. I opened my eye slowly, the pain still overwhelming me.

 

“She's fine” the guy announced, and moved back to the front. “Whew, I thought we were fucked back then” he said, and sighed dramatically. The driver had rolled down the window and was hanging his hand out, shaking his head.

 

I huddled closer to the side of the van, wiping my eyes. The smell from the deodorant was still heavy, but no longer suffocating me. I looked up to see the guy in front still staring at me. It was lighter outside, the sky was gray and drops of rain were coming from the open window.

 

We continued for a while in silence; I stared out the window at the lane markings on the highway. My eyes were no longer burning, they just itched uncomfortably; my throat was dry, the bitter taste still lingering in my mouth.

 

We continued in silence for awhile, the radio no longer on. We soon got off the highway, and followed the black BMW in front of us. We turned into the driveway of a large house, continued past an open gate, and stopped in front of a side entrance. Gavin got out of the car in front of us, and the two men also stepped out of the van. I could hear their conversation through the open window.

 

“You two smell like... you just smell” came Gavin's voice. They offered some hurried excuses, and then the side door of the house opened and a tall guy came out. He had long hair, a goatee, and wore small black sunglasses.

 

Gavin quickly turned away from his two friends and approached the newcomer. “Hey, Jason, it's been awhile” he said politely.

 

The longhaired guy, Jason, didn't answer at first. He looked towards the van, then back at Gavin. “Lemme guess, you have another one you don't know what to do with.”

 

Gavin nodded politely, “Are you already booked or something? I'm sure you have room for another.” I had no idea what they were talking about.

 

“You know I already have one” he growled. “You came here last week with Monica. Where do you get them?” He sounded slightly annoyed, but he also sounded like he enjoyed the Gavin’s little visits more than he admitted.

 

“Hey, you've had more than two at one time before” Gavin responded. Two people? Jason was going to 'have' me?

 

Jason clearly consented, but didn't say anything. He walked back into the house, leaving the door open behind him. Gavin turned around at the two drivers in the van. “Get her in there” he hissed.

 

They turned around, and walked back to the van. I panicked, trying to run somewhere, but they just opened the van and dragged me in front of Gavin. “Why would I want her?” he said in disgust. “Get her in there. And what does she smell like?” he asked, wrinkling his nose.

 

They started dragging me toward the door when Jason came out, pulling a garden hose with him.

 

“Wow, wow, easy buddy. She's not coming in here looking like that,” he said. Gavin nodded to the two men holding me, and they dumped me down slightly away from the house. I looked up and the spray from the hose caught me right in the stomach, knocking me into a sitting position.

 

I rolled away from the water, but he just kept spraying me; every part of me was soon numb. When the water stopped, I looked up and saw Jason walking toward me with the hose. I was relieved that it was over, so I didn't run. Instead he came up to me, grabbed my wet hair in his hand, and shoved the front of the hose into my mouth, squeezing the cold water right down my throat. Just as quickly as he started he stopped, and leaning forward I started coughing water up on the pavement.

 

Jason then went back into the house, taking the hose with him. I was shivering uncontrollably now, still coughing up water. I didn't feel anything when the two men picked me up and carried me into the house. Still dripping, they dropped me onto a bed and left the room without a word.

 

I was exhausted, I had had a long day (or was it a night?). I lay back on the bed, and drifted off to a deep sleep.

 

(*This story is meant for adults only. If you are not over the age of 18, or are not over the legal age in your area of residence, please stop reading this. This story contains adult-only content; none of the people portrayed in this story are real. This is entirely a work of fiction.*)

 

Iniquity: Chapter 3: Part 1

 

I shifted to my side on the damp bed, trying to bury my head under my hands. I could see someone approaching me in the distance; he was naked and had a huge hard on. For some reason I couldn't run, he walked up to me grimly and then disappeared, replaced by someone behind me. I could sense him behind me, but I couldn't turn around. He was so close to me, so close...

 

I woke up suddenly, sitting up in bed. I was covered in sweat; the bed felt uncomfortably damp. I shook my head, trying to erase the images from my dream. Keeping my eyes closed, I explored my body with my hands.

 

My body had the familiar sticky feeling I usually felt in the morning. My thighs felt tender, and I gently ran my hand up my thigh, outlining my pussy with my finger. It was slightly swollen; it felt exactly like what had happened to it.

 

I moved my hand up, accidentally brushing my clit with my finger. I shivered slightly, enjoying the sensation. My head still felt foggy in the morning, and I moved my hand back down to my crotch, almost against my will.

 

It felt so good, gently rubbing my clit. Lost in the sensation, I started slowly fucking myself with my index finger, my thumb still rubbing against my clit. I moaned softly, fucking myself faster, still with one finger.

 

I rolled onto my belly, sticking my ass into the air, trying to get into a more comfortable position, with my hand still fucking my pussy.

 

I slid another finger in, fucking faster, now loudly moaning, and just swept up in the feelings. I could feel my secretions dripping off my hand and onto the bed; but I was beyond caring. I was close... so close, just a little faster, I thought to myself.

 

The feelings were so strong I didn't notice the door open. I was just on the point of cumming, a gentle orgasm beginning to course through me. It came to an abrupt end when I felt myself falling off the bed, and landing on the ground near the bed, I opened my eyes for the first time.

 

“Jesus, you looked like you were masturbating to save your life there,” a male voice said from the opposite side of the bed. Looking up, slightly disoriented, I saw a man with long hair and blue eyes grinning mischievously. He was holding a leather lead in one hand, following it with my eyes I saw it disappear behind the bed.

 

“Now get over here,” he motioned, pointing next to him. I scrambled to my feet, rushing to do what he said. I asked myself as I almost ran towards him, “why was I listening to him?”

 

When I came around the bed, I could see the figure of a beautiful woman, on her hands and knees, a leash extending from her collar into the guy’s hand. Looking at the longhaired guy again, I remembered his name from the day before; someone had called him Jason.

 

Jason dropped the leash he was holding and stepped on it cruelly close to his captive’s neck, forcing her head to come within inches of the ground in an uncomfortable squatting position. Her black hair fell around her head, obscuring her face.

 

He reached towards me with both hands, pushing down on my shoulders. I fell onto my knees a little heavily, looking up at him. He seemed very... in control. Satisfied with my new position, he motioned toward his foot stepping on the leash.

 

“This is Monica,” he said mockingly. “Monica, say hi to Jess,” he continued looking at her head still inches from the ground. She mumbled something inaudibly, looking at the ground.

 

He didn't seem to mind her reluctant response, breezily continuing his little introduction.

 

“Say hi to Monica,” he said to me. I whispered a “hi”, unable to take my eyes off Monica's figure. Jason seemed genuinely amused by our shy greetings, smiling broadly.

 

He bent down and pulled up on the leash, forcing Monica to her knees, her head high to adjust to his pull on her leash. She initially pulled her hands up to her neck, but then pulled them behind her back reluctantly.

 

“So, Monica, tell Jess your name,” Jason said playfully, looking at her. She looked up at me, her eyes red from tears.

 

“I'm slut Monica,” she said in a well-rehearsed voice, and Jason clapped enthusiastically, relaxing his grip on her leash. She looked down again, blushing.

 

“It took me about 2 solid days to get her to say that,” he pointed out for my benefit, petting her on the head. He looked like he was showing off a new trick that he had just taught his pet; it was grotesque.

 

“So, Jess, want to tell Monica your name?” He asked, suddenly more serious. I could sense that I was expected to do more than just say my name; he was listening expectantly.

 

“I… I'm slut Jessica...?” I said, hoping I had said the right words. I clearly had, because he laughed raucously, clapping his hands. “You're a fast learner,” he said to me. His praise made me feel much better inside, oddly.

 

Still swinging his arms around madly, he suddenly pushed Monica in the chest. She fell back, her hands behind her, groping for the ground. In the last second, with a cruel smile on his face, he held the leash taught as her head was feet from the ground. There was an odd snapping sound, her head was violently pushed forward, her hands jerking behind her, still looking for the ground.

 

He held her like that, suspended by the neck, for several seconds, watching her. She was making a strange guttural sound, her face turning red and her hands jerking behind her slightly. Apparently satisfied, Jason released the leash and she fell onto her back with a thud.

 

I was staring at her; my eyes round with shock. She pulled her legs up and began massaging her neck. I noticed her shaved slit between her legs; it had odd red marks around it.

 

Jason broke my reverie by walking around me and opening a door at the foot of the bed I hadn't noticed before. Motioning for me to look after him, he switched on the lights.

 

“There’s a shower in here,” he said, his voice echoing from inside the bathroom. “Clean yourself up a bit, my brothers showing up today” he said, still inside the bathroom. “Oh and shave your cunt while you're in here, there’s a razor on the sink.”

 

“You learn a helluva lot faster than that dumb slut,” he said now out of the room, leaning against the doorjamb, looking out at Monica.

 

When Monica heard her voice she froze, her hands on her neck. Then she slowly continued massaging her neck, almost hesitantly. This seemed to infuriate Jason; I saw a muscle twitch in his jaw.

 

He strode over to Monica, and lifted her up with one hand effortlessly. He pushed her towards the bed; she staggered back and landed with her back to the bed, leaning against it. When she saw him advancing towards her, unzipping his fly as he went, she stood up quickly, trying to run away.

 

When Jason saw her stand up he reached forward and threw her back onto the bed, pulling his cock out of his pants. When she saw him standing between her legs, the fight went out of her. She let her head fall back on the bed and closed her eyes tightly.

 

He guided his cock into her cunt, slamming it up to the hilt on one thrust. Monica yelled out in pain, her head rolling from side to side. Jason showed no mercy; he just shoved himself into her brutally. Monica was crying loudly now, her head bouncing from side to side with each thrust.

 

Jason had incredibly stamina; he continued for over 5 minutes at the same pace. After some time Monica could no longer scream or cry, she just gasped each time her body bounced forward, her eyes glazed over slightly.

 

Slowing down, Jason grunted, and pulled out of her, cumming all over her body. He spurted on her face, breast; some even landed on the bed. Her head had come to a rest on its side facing me. I saw some cum land in her eye, but strangely, she didn't blink or move any more; she must have passed out. Her face transfixed me; her glassy eyes looking up into her head.

 

Jason zipped his pants back on and looked at me viciously. “What the fuck are you doing here, get into the shower,” he yelled. I turned around and ran into bathroom, scared of what he might do. “And clean this bitch up,” he yelled, slamming the door behind him.

 

I got into the shower, still seeing Monica’s rape in my mind. The shower was surprisingly clean; I had expected a mildew-covered nasty old tub, it pleasantly surprised me. I washed myself absently; my mind riveted on Monica.

 

I didn't really understand why Jason hated her. She was physically perfect, her face was cute, even with teary eyes. Jason's obviously didn't hate her because of her looks; on the other hand maybe he hated her because she was too... perfect? I wondered if I would be good enough for him, was he going to abuse me the way he abused Monica?

 

I stayed in the shower for a long time, reluctant to get out. I was scared of what might happen if I left the shower and re-entered the unpredictable world I had been forced into. Delaying my exit until I felt that I could find no excuse to stay in any longer, I stepped out, dripping wet, looking for a towel.

 

Remarkably, there was a towel hanging near the shower and I toweled myself dry. I looked around the relatively bare room; noticing the razor on the sink. I remembered Jason telling me to shave myself, so I reluctantly took the razor and sat down on the floor, reaching for the shaving cream.

 

I felt silly, reaching between my legs again and again. I kept looking up towards the door, hoping no one would walk in on me doing this. I hurriedly finished and touched my now smooth slit. The sensation was different, more intense. I remembered the embarrassing start to the day, when Jason had walked in on me masturbating. I slid a finger into my pussy, shuddering slightly.

 

I quickly pulled out again, this wasn't right. Standing up, I walked out of the bathroom. Monica was no longer on the bed, but I didn't have to look far to see her.

 

She was slumped on the ground, her head at an uncomfortable angle, resting against the side of the bed. I walked toward her, very conscious of my nakedness. I bent down next to her; she turned away to avoid looking at me. I could still see cum splattered over her body, she had clearly made no effort to wipe it off. Reaching over, I wiped some cum out of her face.

 

“Go away,” she said in a shaky voice, vaguely blocking my hand and turning away. I didn't want to leave her alone; she seemed hurt and sad. I stayed near her, watching her.

 

“Just leave me alone,” she said again, and unsteadily got to her feet. She limped into the bathroom; the sound of water breaking the awkward silence. She was obviously cleaning herself, I felt relieved that I wouldn't have to force her to.

 

I looked around the bare room; the only real piece of furniture was the large bed. Looking at it closely, I noticed a small glob of cum on it. Partly out of curiosity, and partly because Jason probably wouldn't like it if I didn't clean up, I scooped it up on my finger. I nervously looked towards the bathroom, I could still hear the sound of running water.

 

Very slowly, I dipped my cum-covered finger towards my mouth, and touched it, just barely, to my tongue. It was salty at first, but then a nasty taste filled my mouth. I spit, more to register disgust than to really expel my saliva. Looking up suddenly, I noticed Monica standing in the doorway, looking at me.

 

I blushed; she had obviously seen me lick the cum. What would she think of me, I worried. She turned her head away from me and ignored me, walking toward the opposite side of the room.

 

I hurriedly walked to the sink, cleaning my hand under the running water. I was still a bit shaken, I had never intended to be seen trying the cum. Why had I even tried, it I wondered. It was nasty; Monica now thought I was some sluty bimbo.

 

I walked out of the room and spotted Monica in the corner of the room, her knees drawn up to her chest. She had her hands folded on her knees, her head resting on her forearms. I walked towards her; it didn't seem right for me to ignore her, we were in this together after all.

 

Sitting against the wall next to her, I leaned back and looked around the room, suddenly fascinated by the ceiling. The silence could not have been heavier. I must have opened my mouth at least 3 times to say something, only to stop myself in the last second.

 

“How did you get here?” Monica asked. I was relieved that she had broken the silence, but unsure of what to say. How did I get here, I asked myself.

 

“I, um, I...” What could I say? That I had been dragged of the street, after some stupid idea I hadn't even liked in the first place? I was relieved to hear Monica talking again; she sounded like she needed someone to talk to, so I listened.

 

“I used to be a 'security consultant' for some dickhead named Gavin,” she said tonelessly. “We were supposed to 'protect' something, but all we did was bully people around.” She took a deep breath and continued,  “there was this one guy; he just broke down in front of us, crying. We had threatened to kill his wife and only daughter unless he cooperated with us...”

 

She stopped, swallowed, and continued, “After that, I complained to Gavin. Threatened him, made a scene. Said it was illegal, said I'd turn him in to the cops. He just listened quietly, and the next day some of his goons picked me up and threw me in here...” she stopped, looking at me for the first time.

 

“I... you did the right thing?” I offered hopefully.

 

“Great, look where it got me,” she responded, tugging at her leash miserably. I could tell she really hated this, that she would do anything to get out of here.

 

“Look, its not so bad... is it?” I said, trying to make her feel better. She looked back, her face suddenly angry.

 

“Yeah, its great for a slut like you. Bet you can't get enough of Jason's cock, can you.” She retorted, and suddenly got up, walking into the bathroom. That was unfair, I thought, I hadn't meant it to sound that way. I was only trying to make her feel better...

 

The door opened again and Jason came in, another man walking in with him. The other guy looked remarkably like Jason, only he didn't have long hair or the goatee. The most disturbing thing about his appearance were his small blue eyes. He looked at me briefly, making me shudder; I was relieved when he broke his gaze to take a drink out of his beer.

 

Jason looked at me, then looked around the rest of the room, looking for Monica. Shaking his head, he went into the bathroom, coming out a second later holding a yelping Monica by the leash. Jason was as angry as ever, throwing her on to the ground, cursing.

 

I wasn't sure what to do, still sitting against the far wall.

 

“Jess, Monica, meet Jim,” Jason said with an exaggerated wave. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his boot pressing down on the side of Monica's face, forcing her onto the ground. Jim ignored him, staring at me.

 

“So, how’s it going over at your place,” Jason asked his brother, poking Monica's prone body with his other foot.

 

“Heh, I've been having a lot of fun with one of mine,” he said slowly, drunkenly. “Some idiot said hooking her up to anti-psychotics was fun -”

“You what!” responded Jason, laughing hard. He clearly pressed down too hard on Monica's head, making her scream. He ignored her. “What the fuck are you messing around with anti-psychotics for?”

 

“I told you, this shrink said-”

 

“You're seeing a shrink now?” Jason asked again, laughing loudly. He pushed Monica onto her back with his other foot, her head still pinned under his foot. “You really need it badly, I can tell.”

 

“Shut up, asshole. I'm not seeing a shrink; I hired one of Gavin's morons to screw around with her. It's supposed to have a funny effect,” he added, as if defending his idea.

 

“Real clever, real clever,” Jason said. He shifted his weight on the bed, now forcing one of his feet into Monica's mouth, the other pressing down on her chest. “Why do you always do this screwball shit to your chicks; didn't you sterilize one of them?”

 

Jim laughed a little. “That was a special case. You see, I couldn't figure out if she was bi or not, so I just settled the question once and for all and made her neutral. It was a really good idea,” he said again, drinking from his beer.

 

“Wow, ok, ok, too much information. So what are you doing with her now?” he asked again, absent-mindedly molesting Monica with his feet.

 

“Gavin's little friend said he wanted to try out some new method of torture on her,” he answered happily. “It's like called 'self-', uh, 'self-something'” he finished lamely.

 

“Mmhmm... Great idea, as usual,” said Jason looking around the room vaguely. “Why aren't you watching it, isn't that what you usually do?”

 

“C'mon, I wanted to see your new ones. Mine never last long anyway,” he said, laughing a little.

 

“Man, you're really weirded out.” He now had one leg on Monica's neck, the other poking her crotch. There was a kind of nasty silence, punctured by the sound of Jason stepping on Monica.

 

“I broke her nose, too,” said Jim finally, breaking the silence.

 

“...What?” said Jason sharply, looking up surprised. “Just when I thought you could get no weirder...”

 

“Let me show you,” said Jim, walking towards Monica. He walked towards Monica, fishing something out of his pocket.

 

“Hey, hey, don't break her nose,” said Jason, for the first time a little concerned.

 

“I'm not going to break her nose,” said Jim, distracted with something in his hand. He took her arm, holding it up to his face. Monica couldn't see what he was doing; her face still covered by Jason's foot. Jim was concentrating, holding something up to Monica's wrist.

 

Monica suddenly screamed, thrashing violently under Jason's foot. Jason looked down, watching her squirming under him. He seemed to debate within himself, then let her go; she looked like she would hurt herself if he kept her down any longer.

 

She crawled off quickly, holding her wrist in her hand. Blood was pouring down, out of her wrist, covering her hand and spilling onto the floor. I was staring at her, my eyes wide with shock. I wasn't the only one; Jason was also looking at her, the same shocked look on his face.

 

“What... dude, what the fuck did you do to her?” asked Jason, looking between Jim and Monica, now sobbing hysterically onto the floor. Her hand was covered in blood now; there was a pool of it on the ground. She looked like she was dying or something; it was awful.

 

Everyone just stared at Monica's bleeding hand for a few minutes. Monica was desperately holding her hand over her wound, trying to stop the blood.

 

Jim was looking at her, laughing to himself quietly. He pulled a rag out of his pocket and advanced towards Monica again. She didn't see him until he grabbed her bloody hand, then she pulled away, desperately trying to get herself free of him.

 

Uncharacteristically, Jim held her hand steady, displaying no real effort in holding her hand straight. He took his rag, and wiped away all the blood from the area right where he had cut her wrist. Finished, he held it up for Jason to see.

 

There was a nasty looking red mark, extending horizontally across her wrist. Oddly enough, there was no blood coming from it. He even squeezed it with his hand, causing Monica to start whining in pain; still, no blood came out of it.

 

“How the hell did it stop bleeding,” asked Jason, still confused. “I thought something like that bleeded out on you... isn't it like the most popular way to kill yourself?”

 

Jim was smiling smugly, dumping Monica's hand down and walking back towards his former spot. “When you cut the vein like that, it bleeds like crazy for a couple seconds, then stops on its own. The vein sinks into the hand; stops bleeding.” He was drinking from his beer again, relaxed.

 

“So... how do you kill yourself by cutting your wrist then... if it stops bleeding?” asked Jason, really interested in his discussion with Jim, ignoring Monica. She was staring at her wrist, blindly, no longer sobbing loudly, tears still flowing out of her eyes.

 

“You don't. Cutting your wrist is the dumbest way to kill yourself because you freaking can't,” answered Jim, laughing a little. “Here, watch this again.” He walked toward Monica again, and taking her other hand, dragged her towards Jason.

 

“Watch,” he took his bloody knife out and slowly began drawing it across her other wrist. Monica was struggling violently; she seemed crazed with pain and fear. The knife was making a nasty squishy sound as it opened her wrist.

 

Blood immediately began pouring down her other hand and Monica gave up; just sitting on the ground, her bleeding hand watched by the two brothers. They stared at it intelligently for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

 

“How the hell are you supposed to see it stop bleeding,” asked Jason, throwing her hand down. “There’s enough blood to keep a whole family of vampires happy.”

 

Jim was giggling like a little kid, wiping his bloody hands on the rag he used to wipe Monica's other hand. They continued talking, but I wasn't listening anymore. It was sick; what they had done to Monica. She slowly crawled back against the wall, her eyes wide and staring, no longer capable of crying.

 

I wanted to cry for her, she looked so... hurt. I gasped suddenly; her body looked different, she was facing the ground; it looked like she had something in her mouth. A second later she threw up on the ground, her face pale and facing down, swaying slightly.

 

Jason looked up, he saw Monica facing the ground, some spit still coming out of mouth. He had real concern in his eyes now; he was staring at her pale face strangely.

 

Jim noticed Jason wasn't listening to him anymore, so he got up, leaving his empty beer bottle on the ground. Walking towards the door, he whistled loudly, and walked out.

 

Jason walked towards Monica, gently lifting her by her left hand. Monica, as soon as she felt him pull up, immediately shot to her feet, her right hand clutching her collar. No doubt she was used to getting yanked up by the collar.

 

He gently led her forward, by the hand. She let him lead her for a few steps; then her knees buckled and she fell forward screaming. Jason looked confused, still holding her by the wrist. She tried to stand up again, the wrist held by Jason bent at an unnatural angle, she was clearly struggling to take the pressure off her wrist.

 

Once Jason figured out what was wrong, he dropped her wrist. Monica fell on her side, holding her left wrist in her other hand, keeping it bent, whimpering slightly. Jason looked at her, a little annoyed now.

 

“It's not broken,” he pointed out, bending down and straightening her wrist. She let out a little scream again as her wrist was extended fully, pushing herself away from Jason. He looked even more annoyed; he didn't seem to be able to spend 10 seconds without hurting her accidentally.

 

Suddenly reaching down, he picked her up and gently laid her out on the bed. She just lay still on her back, not moving. Jason watched her for a second, then walked towards me briskly. I breathed quickly, filled with dread, anticipating at what he would do to me.

 

He roughly pulled me up by my collar, almost yanking my head off. I could understand Monica's quick reaction when he had taken her by the hand; I could barely breathe with the way he was holding my collar.

 

Guiding me towards the foot of the bed, he forced me into a kneeling position, my head inches from Monica's shaved slit.

“Do a good job,” he hissed at me, and pushed my head forward slightly. I panicked for a second; this was too nasty. I had never done something like this before; I was not bisexual. I felt a sting on my ass, Jason slapped me viciously, telling me to get started.

 

I moved my head closer, poking my tongue out experimentally, probing her. The smell was overpowering; the taste on my tongue was nasty. I gently slid my tongue over her cunt once, then pulled back, looking back up at Jason questioningly.

 

He looked back at me angrily. Grabbing my hair with one hand, he literally shoved my head onto her cunt, rubbing my face against it. Monica moaned loudly, her breathing coming out in small gasps now. Jason kept shoving my head against her; not noticing that Monica's head suddenly fell to its side, no longer moving.

 

He looked up, letting go of my hair. Seeing Monica's head on its side, he rushed up to her and picked up her head with his hands, gently. She was breathing slower now, her eyes closed. She had obviously passed out.

 

I backed away from her slowly, unsure of how Jason would react. He dropped her head back, ignoring it bounce and come to a rest on its side. He advanced towards me angrily, his face a mask of fury.

 

He backhanded me in the face, breaking the skin on my lip, throwing me onto my back. I screamed out, but he didn't care at all, slapping me in the face violently, venting his frustration on me. A few seconds later he let go of me, pacing around the room angrily.

 

Noticing Jim's empty beer on the ground brought back his anger in a flash; seizing it with one hand he brought it crashing down on my head; the glass falling to pieces around my head.

 

His angry face froze in my mind as I slowly collapsed backwards, everything painfully fading away.

 

Iniquity: Chapter 3: Part 2

 

I woke up quickly, opening my eyes. I shut them just as fast; there was a bright light focused directly on my face. That was stupid, what kind of idiot would point a lamp at my head, I thought.

 

Keeping my eyes closed this time, I tried to sit up, but couldn't. Not good. I tried to move my head; even that wouldn't budge. Moving my hands and feet had as much of an effect. Absolutely none.

 

Ok, I thought to myself, don't panic. I tried to lift my head slowly, this time I felt some band around my forehead, holding it in place. At least I wasn't paralyzed, I thought glumly.

 

With nothing else to do but lie still on the gurney, I thought back to what had happened before. Jim reading his little speech, the guy raping me, the injection... oh shit, the injection. I hyperventilated, suddenly convinced I had become stupid. The freaking anti-psychotic was making me retarded I thought, convinced that I was no longer intelligent.

 

I shuddered slightly; I suddenly acted the way I thought an anti-psychotic would act on me. My legs started shaking, my hands were vibrating, on their own now. The gurney I was on swayed a little.

 

The light over my head suddenly went off and I opened my eyes. I saw a plastic bag with clear liquid in it, a tube coming out of it, going into my hand. Even more disturbing was the creepy guy looking down at me; all I could see were his eyes.

 

“You need to calm down, Kate. Take a deep breath, relax,” he said slowly, calmly. By now I couldn't; my hands almost had a life of their own, shaking. He didn't seem to mind, disappearing from my limited view for a second.

 

He returned as quickly as he had disappeared, holding a needle to the base of my neck. Pushing down on it, I felt a sharp pain as he injected me with something. Seconds later, I felt my hands relax, no longer twitching. It was like a pendulum, swinging down, but over swinging on the other side. I could no longer move any part of my body, my mind felt sluggish and more than a little numb.

 

“I'm here to help you, Kate. I'm here to help you help yourself,” he continued.

 

“Help me with what,” I said, my voice drawling stupidly. I could barely move my tongue.

 

“Why do you think you're here?” he asked, ignoring my answer.

 

“The little whats-his-face... Gav-” I started to say, but he talked right over me.

 

“No. You're here because of you, and you alone. You brought yourself here. You disrespected Jim, You tried to kill Kelly, YOU tried to fix the case!” His voice rose at the end, like he was working himself into a fury.

 

“I didn't... no...” I answered vaguely. I had done all those things, but...

 

“Like I said, I'm here to help you,” he said again, the calmness back in his voice. He brushed my face with a peculiar smelling dry wipe; I closed my eyes as he moved his hand over my face. I couldn't do anything to stop him, strapped to the gurney and barely able to move.

 

“This will help you understand,” he said again, and pushed a plastic tube between my teeth. The next second my body exploded in pain, I bit down on the plastic tube in my mouth, my teeth hurting as I pushed down hard.

 

“Try to breathe, slowly,” he said over the ringing in my ears. The pain was intense; I closed my eyes, my head shaking slowly. The tube in my mouth was hollow, my breath coming out of it with a whistling sound. My hands were clenched into fists, also shaking slightly.

 

This continued for far longer than I imagined possible, the ringing in my ears reaching new heights, my mind totally blank. After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only several minutes, the pain stopped and I fell back against the gurney, utterly exhausted.

 

I spit out the little plastic mouth guard, my mind still reeling from the pain. I wouldn't open my eyes, my brain was barely functioning. Everything seemed to be rushing at me, the ringing in my ears continuing well after the pain stopped.

 

“You made the wrong choices. You got yourself here. You need to admit your problem.” The clear voice said again. I could feel someone hovering over me, but I didn't open my eyes. I shook my head a little; how could this be my fault?

 

“I'm only trying to help,” he said again, putting the mouth guard back into my mouth. Smiling to himself, he pushed a button I could just barely see from where I was lying, and the pain hit me again.

 

I instantly closed my eyes and bit down on the mouth guard. I was making a monotone moaning sound, in addition to the harsh whistle coming from the end of the gag. Stop, I pleaded silently. Stop this, I can't take it any more...

 

As if in answer to my thoughts, the pain stopped and I opened my eyes quickly. He was still sitting exactly where he had been before, still smiling. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes. I hated this helpless feeling, knowing he could make me suffer with a touch of his finger, on a whim.

 

“Don't think I'm the one calling the shots here,” he said. He seemed to know what I was thinking, answering my thoughts. “If it hadn't been for you, you wouldn't even be here. Do you realize that now? Do you see that your idiocy is what brought you here?” He was looking at me intently, his face unreadable, but clearly enjoying himself.

 

“Well, too bad. I thought you would have learned your lesson by now.” Looking down, almost as if regretting what he was about to do, he pushed the button.

 

I anticipated the pain this time, but that didn't make it any better. The same howling in my ears, the same struggle to breathe; I couldn't get used to it. I'll do anything for you, I thought to myself. Anything, just stop this, don't hurt me...

 

“I know you would probably do anything for me now,” his voice filling my ears as soon as the pain stopped, again. “And, although that isn't really the point, you can do something for me.”

 

I was hanging on to every word, hoping for some small amount of pity; when he said I could do something for him, I was suddenly filled with dread, instead of happiness. I had no doubt that whatever he wanted me to do would be no better than what he was doing to me now. He stood up, leaving my limited range of vision. All I could see was the button, the little black button that had caused me all this pain, and it didn't even look menacing.

 

I felt something between my legs, and then his voice floated towards me, sounding slightly different from this angle. “I want you to piss now, let everything out.”

 

With no second thoughts, I did exactly as I was told. I let it all out, just like he told me to. It was humiliating, knowing he was watching something I would only do in private; but also because I had so willingly followed his orders. Some small part of me thought this was disgusting, vile. I only had to look back at the button to remind myself why I was doing this.

 

The flow trickled to a drip, then stopped altogether. He wiped my pussy, making me blush in shame. His head came back into my view, but I averted my eyes. I couldn't look at him, it was too degrading.

 

“As I said, that was a little side-show,” he said again, his chair creaking as he made himself comfortable. “And I'm not convinced that you really believe this is all your fault.” As he said that I almost cried, preparing myself for the pain again.

 

“But, since I think you need some more convincing, I think you should push the button,” he said, getting up and taking the little remote off the table, sliding it under my hand. I pulled my fingers back as far as the restraint would allow, I didn't want to accidentally touch it.

 

I could see his logic; either I pushed it, showing him that I really thought this was my entire fault, or, I didn't push it, and he assumed I wasn't convinced yet. It was a lose-lose situation, I couldn't get myself out of this. I had to push the button, I told myself. It was the better of the two options; at least he would think I had learned my lesson.

 

I started crying, unable to hit the button. I had to do it, everything will be better if I do. And yet, I... couldn't. My hand refused to move down, refused to go anywhere near the little button. I didn't want to push the button, but I had to, I had to...

 

“Mmm, you obviously don't think this is your fault... you want to blame someone else, maybe blame me?” His voice echoed oddly as he walked closer towards me. I could now see him standing over me, his hands covered by latex gloves. Looking down on me, he stretched his hand out, caressing my face with an amused expression. “How sad, you're crying now,” his voice betraying no pity. He brushed my nose lightly, his hands roaming over my face. “Oh look, someone broke your nose,” he said laughing slightly. “Let me guess, that was all the evil boogeyman's fault too, wasn't it?” It was, I thought to myself, that had been none of my fault...

 

He suddenly reached down and grabbed a nipple in each hand, pulling on them sharply. He caught me completely by surprise; I bit down on the mouth guard in shock, my hand making a fist purely reflexively. As my fingers closed, I brushed the button with my hand. I panicked completely now, my hand was pressing the button down, but I didn't feel any different.

 

“I forgot to tell you, it activates when you release the button -” he said, too late. I had already jerked my hand up, the pain now overwhelming me. I surrendered myself completely to the pain, no longer fighting it. It was all my fault; I had put myself in this place, I had screwed up. It was all my fault.

 

As I wallowed in self pity, I felt my mind burrow into itself, like I was withdrawing deep into my head, hiding inside a shell I had created. I was watching myself now, like I was no longer a part of my body. As I imagined what I must look like, lying on the gurney, desperately breathing through the little tube stuck between my teeth, I felt my mind wander...

~*~

 

I drifted to the time when I was 19, still in college. Everything had been so easy back then, even though at the time I thought it could not have been worse. It was May, the week before our finals. Everyone was studying hard, trying desperately to make up for all times they had skipped class.

 

It was past 3 in the morning; I was sleeping with my head against the table. We had been studying here all night, and by now everyone had either left, or fallen asleep.

 

I lifted my head off the table, staring bleakly around the room. Max, my then boyfriend, was sleeping next to me. We were in a rather mild teenage relationship, only together for the school year.

 

He grunted and woke up, looking at me through half-closed eyes.

 

“Hey Kate...” he said sleepily, pushing his chair away from the table and leaning back.

 

I smiled, pushing away the psyche textbook I had been sleeping on. “You ready for this final?” I asked, sitting up and smoothing my shirt.

 

“What? ...Oh, yea, definitely,” he said, looking at me a little strangely. I laughed; he had never been serious about his classes. “My pen, where’s my pen?” he asked suddenly, looking around.

 

He had this stupid little plastic pen with a chewed out cap. He was obsessed with either twirling it in his fingers, usually dropping it. Even though he must have dropped it everywhere, he still chewed on it. It was nasty, but he would go absolutely nuts if he didn't have his pen.

 

Standing up, he looked around the room, fully awake and concerned. To him, there was nothing more important than his pen. I looked around and noticed the pen at the base of my chair, on the opposite side from where he was sitting.

 

“It's here, next to my chair,” I called out, still sleepy. “I'm not touching it; you get it yourself if you want it,” I added, and leaned back in my chair.

 

He laughed a little, then got up slowly, walking towards my chair. Looking over my chair, he saw it lying on the floor on the other side of me.

 

“C'mon, get the pen for me,” he said lazily. I giggled, still leaning back in my chair.

 

Shaking his head, he reached over me, trying to get his pen. He overbalanced, and fell onto my knees, still groping for the pen. I laughed, watching him squirming over my knees.

 

Finally getting his pen, he stuffed it in his pocket and then just lay there, sprawled over my lap. I laughed a little, pushing him off.

 

Straightening up, he pulled a leg over to the other side, now straddling my lap, looking at me. This was a little less funny, I was starting to feel that it had gone too far, but I didn't say anything, I just looked up at him, a little scared for the first time.

 

“Max, stop this is-” he cut me off with a kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I pushed against him a little weakly, not sure what to do.

 

He continued his wet kiss, breathing harder now. I returned the kiss, a little, hoping he would leave things at that. As soon as he felt me returning the kiss, he went completely off his handle, his arms groping me all over.

 

A single tear rolled down my cheek as he continued groping me, his mouth still clamped over mine. His hands inevitably found their way to the top of my skirt; pulling away all the material covering my crotch.

 

Unzipping his fly, now no longer kissing me, he guided the head of his cock against me, pushing in slowly. His mouth was right next to mine, breathing heavily, his eyes staring off to the side.

 

It only lasted a few seconds; he came soon after he started. When he finished, he fell asleep over me, his cock still inside me.

 

I waited for several seconds, scared that he might suddenly wake up. After some time I could hear him snoring, his body still slumped over me. Slowly, carefully, I began to slide out from under him, hoping he wouldn't wake up.

 

I made it out; leaving him slumped over the chair I was in. Hurriedly pulling my skirt up, I ran out of the room and into my dorm, crying harder now.

 

After that night I wouldn't talk to him anymore; I would ignore him when he tried to talk to me. He stopped trying soon, and I stopped seeing him after he apparently gave up.

 

A month later he overdosed on heroin...

 

~*~

 

 

 

...Things slowly came back in focus as I woke up, looking around. The room was dark now and I couldn't see anything. My head was on its side; someone must have released the strap on my forehead. I remembered the dream I had, remembering Max.

 

“I love you, Max,” I whispered out loud. “Please come back.” He wouldn't come back; he couldn't. After he OD'ed, he fell into a coma for several weeks.

 

When he woke up he was mentally retarded, unable to do anything on his own. I visited him, once, in the hospital. It was horrible; he couldn't recognize me, he couldn't talk. He just sat in his wheelchair, staring at the wall stupidly. He ignored me completely, even when I sat directly in front of him, trying to look at his face. I left less than a minute later, horrified by what I had seen.

 

The door opened loudly, upsetting my thoughts as light streamed in. I tried to think back to where I was, what I was doing here; my brain felt like a snow globe, my thoughts still settling down after someone shook it.

 

Someone walked next to me and without a word began to remove all the straps holding me down on the gurney. Still a little confused, I thought it was Max coming to save me. Even as I thought it was him, I realized the stupidity of what I was thinking. For starters, this guy was black.

 

As he unbuckled the last of the straps, I tried moving my hand slowly. It felt stiff, really difficult to move. I could almost feel my joints creaking like rusty machinery.

 

He picked me up and set me down on my feet, still supporting me. I gasped as the blood began to flow through my legs again. Why did it have to hurt, I thought, why couldn't something be easy for once. I didn't even feel like I was standing, I just felt a muted pain as I put my weight on my legs.

 

Realizing that I couldn't walk anytime soon, the guard picked me up again, and walked out the door. I was still trying to settle my mind, put myself back together. A short while later the guard put me back down in front of a familiar door, opened it, and walked me in.

 

Kelly was sitting in the same corner she usually sat in, the same dumb deer-in-the-headlights look. Setting me down, the guard went back to the door and slammed it without a backward glance.

 

I could vaguely remember feeling angry with Kelly for something, but I felt nothing but curiosity towards her now. She was looking at me wearily, she obviously hadn't forgotten the time I tried to choke her. I figured that if I wanted her to tell me anything, I would have to apologize to her first.

 

“Hi,” I began in a friendly voice. I did want to scare her anymore than she already was.

 

“W-What?” Her head whipped around, looking at me with round eyes.

 

“Look, Kelly, I'm sorry,” I said, trying to smile.

 

“It's ok,” she mumbled, looking down again.

 

Silence pervaded for a couple minutes, both of us a little embarrassed.

 

“How did you... get here?” asked Kelly quietly, looking at me earnestly. I was no small amount surprised to hear her break the silence.

 

“It was my fault, I made some bad choices. I… well, yeah it was my fault” I responded without hesitation, barely thinking about her question. “How did you get here?”

 

Kelly just stared at me strangely for a few seconds, her old dumb expression back.

 

“What did they do to you?” she asked suddenly, still watching me.

 

I thought back to the little office, Jim ranting about something... I couldn't remember what he had said. Then, nothing... only something to do with Max, oddly enough. I looked back at Kelly, she didn't seem to expect a reply.

 

“I'm fine,” I assured her warmly, not dwelling on the unpleasant memories.

 

Kelly just continued to stare at me as we sat in an uncomfortable