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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 24, 2009 11:58:25 GMT -8
Audrey watched every little move he made. Fully aware that she was dealing with one twisted, sick, son of a bitch, she didn't have a load of optimism. But, the less she screamed or showed it, the better. She knew psychos like him. They fed off the terror. She would have some dignity. It wasn't about being strong, it was about not giving in. There was a difference, because she would be the first to admit that she wasn't in a place of strength right now. As he pulled out the condoms, she frowned, but that frown considerably deepened when she watched his little set up. Jesus fuck, what was he thinking? She swallowed to try and moisten her now dry throat.
"Let's see, you've already got my name, so that's out of the question. I'm 16, personally I enjoy puppies. Great danes, mostly. I used to be a ballerina. I'm not modest in the least, so you know, if you were hoping for me to feel vulnerable like this, it's really not working. Actually, I'm kinda cold. But, you probably got a solution for that, don't ya? Probably whatever you're heating up right there." She commented, and followed it by a bit of a sigh. "What about you? Got any neat info to share? We both know I'm not getting out of here alive, so humour me, Wolf."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2009 12:17:20 GMT -8
Jack smirked "I come from Australia. You'll be my twenty-ninth girl in the course of three years. I've had a lot of fun" he turned and pulled the honey away from the flame and tested it; it wasn't hot enough to melt the condom, just warm enough to make it easy to work with. He slipped off his pants and put on two of the condoms before he continued, dipping the third condom in the honey then slipping it in the bucket. He turned the condom until it was completely covered in glass, then he carefully slipped it on "oh, this'll be fun" he informed her "whether or not it's fun for you. You don't really matter at this point"
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 24, 2009 12:28:49 GMT -8
"Well, crikey, shouldn't you be out hunting crocs or something? Not girls?" Audrey inquired teasingly. Twisting some against the chains, only to find more comfort where she lay, she went still again after just a moment. Still, she thought about a way to escape, but it hadn't struck her yet. She'd make sure to keep her mind open for whatever she could, but with her wrists bound like that, she was really, really not doing too well. "29th? Well, that sucks." She groaned, "Thought maybe I could get a better number. Like 30, or 25. More memorable that way." She shrugged, but continued to watch him. Her stomach lifted into her throat and she fought it back. A churning erupted inside of her, sick to her stomach and afraid at once. But that cool expression remained, eyes watching his every move.
"No, babe, I don't think I mattered from the moment you saw me. But you know, thanks for letting me know." That wasn't an issue to her. She didn't want to matter to him. The last thing she wanted was to be a part of a sick obsession. To be one of many was actually a comfort to her. "No, probably not. But hey, I'll imagine Angelina Jolie and maybe that'll make it better."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2009 12:42:27 GMT -8
Jack crawled on top of her and kissed her passionately. He allowed the dark evil in his eyes to show as he grinned maniacally. He leaned in and whispered "we're miles away from the city. No one will ever know where to look" his point? He wanted her to get psyched out and scream. And with that, he rammed inside of her.
Mercy wasn't something Jack understood the concept of. Nor was it something he believed in. His mind was not on making her suffer less, but making sure he cause as much damage as possible. He pressed himself all the way in before pulling himself out, only to go in her again
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 24, 2009 12:53:17 GMT -8
It was a definite good thing that she had a strong stomach and that she hadn't ate since early afternoon because the kiss on her mouth made her stomach churn and if she could have, all of it would've come up. Instead of fighting it, she closed her eyes in mid-cringe and allowed him to kiss her. She wasn't going to fight him, for the sake of dignity, she wouldn't fight. No doubt, all her muscles clenched and it didn't help her situation in the least. "Guess it'll all be our little secret, huh, baby?" She asked, opening her eyes to look right back into his. They were dark, frightening and she closed her own eyes and prepared herself for the entrance that she knew was coming. The tightness of her muscles and lack of arousal made it ten times worse. Clenching without any sort of lubrication was only going to make the entrance more painful and the glass that cut directly into he sensitive tissue inside the girl's sex was that much worse. Blood as lubrication didn't sound very pretty.
Her teeth clenched tightly and she let out a cry stifled by closed lips. Releasing a shallow, shaky warm breath, her eyes opened, and she swallowed. "You know, I think my vibrator's bigger than you." She pouted mockingly, in reality she was trying to fight the pain off the best she could. It took all her strength to keep her hips stuck where they were. She wanted to squirm, growl and scream at him, but she didn't. However, she couldn't stop the way her body had slowly started to shake. It was physically impossible not to do.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2009 13:04:16 GMT -8
Glaring, Jack slapped her across her face. He didn't like that she still managed to taunt her and make fun of her. This was his time, not hers! He had the upper hand! Him! He enjoyed her cry and he grinned even bigger. Now, he was getting somewhere!
When her body started to shake, he let out a chuckle. He pulled himself out of her, to give her the misconception that he was done, then rammed inside of her once more after about five minutes
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 24, 2009 13:12:47 GMT -8
He slapped her! And sure, it stung. A slap always hurt, especially when given by a man, of which she'd experienced before at the hand of her best friend after she'd called him a rather crude name. So, it was his own fault he provoked her into doing it! But, that didn't sting like that did. She winced, but then giggled, as if it had amused him that he even did it. "Gee, sorry, Wolf. I'm sure you're just as big, just not a neon purple. Probably don't glow in the dark either, do you? You know, they've got some that vibrate to the sound of music? Pretty sweet, yeah? Really kind of makes you dudes unnecessary." She managed to say in the time he wasn't inside of her. Unfortunately, she could still feel the shards that it left behind. As long as she didn't move, it wasn't as bad as it could be.
She had a feeling he wasn't done and when he pushed into her again, she bit down on the inside of her lip, causing it to bleed with the pressure. Her hands clenched and her entire body tensed, unable to relax as he hilted inside of her. "Fuck." She cursed, eyes closed as she tried to force her breathing into something slow and rhythmic.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2009 13:23:43 GMT -8
Jack smirked when the curse word came out of her mouth "no thanks. I guess dykes aren't more fun." he looked over at his work station then back at her with a grin. "do you know what my favorite part of history is?" he asked her, standing up and going back to his little area
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Sept 30, 2009 5:30:20 GMT -8
“Only to other dykes, baby. Not to you.” Audrey agreed with him. She never should have been fun with him. Although, she was fully aware that he was having more fun than she was. While she might have been strong enough to deter her pain by focussing on comebacks and pushing it all inside herself, there was a terror deep-set in the pit of her stomach. As casual and relaxed as she tried to make her body, it was never quite good enough. Her tense muscles still trembled, despite her best efforts to still them. While she managed to keep her breathing at a slightly rhythmic pulse, her heart jumped in her chest more than once. She could feel it in her throat, taunting the young, dark haired girl and reminding her that she was just as human as the dead girl on the table. Well, as human as she used to be. Bodies didn’t bother her. And even still, that one didn’t. It was disturbing and gross, but she was just a body. A victim that couldn’t have helped herself. All it did was make her recall that she didn’t want to be her.
Sorry, girl. I bet you were something cool before. She thought to herself, feeling pity but not much else. Swallowing, she tried to focus less on the pain going on below the belt. It was still there, and she knew it wasn’t going to fade. There was glass piercing sensitive areas of flesh and nerve. It wasn’t something you stopped thinking about because you were strong. At his question, she lifted a well-shaped eyebrow. “The Spanish inquisition? Some medieval period? Something with heavy torture, I imagine. Maybe one of the World Wars? Just recently? Hey, there’s still a lot of sadistic crap going on. Maybe you should find yourself a nice third world country. You know, where men rule and all that mumbo jumbo.”
She shifted a little, regrettably so. It hurt when she tried it, but she was uncomfortable as it was. Her body needed to remember to be stiff. She practically cursed herself for falling in line with giving herself more pain. The last thing on her mind was to show him the extent to which her body pulsed and throbbed with pain and with the fight or flight reaction. No doubt, Audrey Yorke was tough. She always had been though. It wasn’t practiced or rehearsed or even something she could’ve recognized before. Certain situations really reveal what somebody is and this was one of those times in that girl’s life.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2009 9:21:35 GMT -8
"naw, babe. The Indians. I always liked to read how they scalped people. You know there's even a website that teaches how to scalp. Isn't that cool?" he went back to his work station and got out a dagger "now, I haven't actually tried it. But what do you think, you wanna be the first to try it?" he smirked and sat back on the bead "I can scalp you, or you can give me a blow job" yes, he wanted the blood-covered, glass-covered condom in her mouth
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Oct 14, 2009 15:31:00 GMT -8
God, he was a creep, wasn't he? Audrey longed for him to shut up. She honestly did. It was a psychological kind of torture that she was able to rebound from, but hated all the same. "Ehh, guess so, babe. I've heard cooler techniques from Guantanamo. But, hey too each his own, Wolf." She added at the end of it, not to make his idea of scalping sound any less cool. There was pain laced in her voice, however, obviously struggling with the discomfort that he'd already put her through. As she listened to his choice, she mentally groaned and looked at him as if questioning how serious he was. But, as sick as the boy was, he had no doubt that that was exactly what he was. Serious. She didn't want glass lodged in her mouth or throat, nor did she want to taste her own blood. The blow job part was pretty disgusting in and of itself, but not painful. That was the least degrading part.
"Right, you'll have to come over here then. Can't suck it from a distance, dude." She said, but there was loathing in her tone that time around. Compliance was hard, but she dealt with it. Struggling and fighting only ever swiftened someone's death, she thought. While she doubted she'd get out of there alive, Audrey was more than happy to lift her chances a little bit. And being a whiny little fighter just didn't work. Relaxed people thought up ways to escape and their bodies could also take a lot more pain. Tension just wasn't the right way to approach any situation.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2009 15:41:16 GMT -8
Jack set the dagger down and smirked "good choice" he complimented her and climbed up on top of her again "and don't even think about biting. I'll surgically remove every one of your pretty little teeth if you do" he wanred her as he hung over her so she could begin
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Post by Audrey Yorke on Oct 16, 2009 5:31:48 GMT -8
Audrey's stomach lurched with disgust. The churning kept her unsettled, and she hoped to god she'd keep her gag reflex in check. As he climbed over her, she cringed, her eyes settling on the bloody, glass covered length in front of her. She wanted to turn her head, close her eyes and just disappear into the table, but it didn't show. Instead, she swallowed back the fear, the disgust and looked up. She knew her mouth would get cut up, and her lips. She wanted to avoid her throat, however, as best she could, because they jumped into even more dangerous territory if she started swallowing little pieces of glass. The girl had never performed on a boy before, but it was basic and she knew how it was done. It was simply disgusting. Sighing, she lifted her head and slowly, painstakingly careful ran her tongue up his member. She could taste the iron of her blood and nearly spit it out right there, but she was dodging glass particles and assessing a way to draw it into her mouth without cutting herself too badly.
Slowly, she parted her lips, bringing the head into her mouth first. She felt the first piece of glass lightly cut her lip, but didn't cringe, only took in more of him, bit by bit. Blood, honey and glass. It was a disgusting combination and it cut the inside of her mouth, but the carefulness she exhibited helped a whole lot before she actual pressed her tongue flat against it, managing not to cut her tongue, but instead the roof of her mouth. Sucking though, only managed to prick and poke at the inside of her mouth, making her whimper in pain as she slid her mouth down and up again, mimicking sex with it. The quicker this was over, the better--
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2009 8:28:25 GMT -8
As Jack watched her, he grew hot with anger. He knew what she was doing; he wasn't born yesterday. And it pissed him off. Who did she think she was?! Methodically, so as to not hurt himself, he slapped her cheek "harder!" he growled
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Post by Audrey Yorke on May 1, 2010 14:23:30 GMT -8
Audrey let out a soft sound of pain as he hit her cheek. It wasn't that the move was painful, but it was the inside of her mouth that was being dealt the most of it. She should have assumed he'd figure out what she was doing and she wouldn't say it wasn't worth it. It gave her a couple of moments that weren't excruciating, although it didn't help for the iron taste that was in her mouth. She sucked a little harder on command, trying her best to ignore the glass as it pierced the inside of her mouth, sticking into the roof and catching against her tongue when she tried to move her mouth up and down. It was hard to even try to go fast. But, she was managing it, letting out quiet sounds of pain as she moved over the length. She squeezed her eyes closed, to try to put herself somewhere else. She tried to imagine something better, to ease her own pain and fear. And while she might not have screamed and while she kept her attitude in the open, she was terrified. It was a good thing that fear didn't really have any sort of scent or else it would have been rolling off of her in waves. She was so good at most of it, but not all and as time passed she knew it was going to be come increasingly harder for her to do it. As long as she didn't lose her voice, she might just make it... Well, according to the corpse in the room, she wouldn't make it at all.
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