Wicked Deceptions: A novella

by B, Johnna

  “It’s okay,” Kirk said, kissing her on the mouth and fondling her breasts. “I’m gonna make you feel better. Are you ready to officially be my woman?” He began, pushing the dress she was wearing off her shoulders.

  “No…I’m not ready for that,” Courtnie slurred, wondering why she could no longer feel her face.

  “Come on with the good girl role.” Kirk pushed her against the wall and fondled her roughly. “We’ve waited long enough.” He threw his hand between her legs and started forcing his fingers inside her.

  “Wait! What are you doing? You’re hurting me!” Courtnie tried to push him away, but she was uncoordinated and dizzy.

  “Then, stop fighting me and go along with it.” Kirk tried to coax her. When Courtnie was still resistant, he got rough and grabbed her by the throat. “Bitch, do you think your pussy is that special? I got girls throwing it at me day and night, and your prissy ass is still playing hard to get. I’m sick of the fucking games.” He tore her panties off and threw them on the floor.

  Courtnie could feel him slipping his penis between her legs, trying to force himself inside her.

  “Please don’t do this,” she begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

  Kirk shoved her to the ground, causing her to hit her head on the bumper of the Hummer that was parked in the garage, dazing her. Through blurred vision, Courtnie watched from the ground as members of the football team filed into the garage. She knew what was about to go down, but her mind wouldn’t let her accept it. Kirk wouldn’t hurt her like that. He loved her.

  It started with Kirk, crawling between her legs and stuffing himself inside her. It felt like he was splitting her in half. Courtnie cried while he humped and grunted on top of her, dripping sweat onto her face. He blew his load inside her then moved aside for the next member of the football team to take his turn. One by one, they ravaged Courtnie, stealing her innocence. The last thing Courtnie remembered before passing out, was seeing her best friend Brittany, standing at the back of the garage, watching her getting raped, and laughing.

  Everything was a blur for Courtnie. She was found in the woods the next morning by a jogger. She was badly bruised, and both her vagina and ass felt like someone had just run a truck through them. When the doctors examined her, it was discovered that she had been sexually assaulted. They urged Courtnie to file a report, but she was too embarrassed. She was still unclear about exactly what had happened to her, until she received an anonymous email with video footage someone at taken inside the garage. She watched in horror while her boyfriend and his friends took turns fucking her in every hole. When they were done, they capped it off by pissing over her unconscious body.

  Courtnie was never the same after that. Instead of going back to her dorm room, she went back home and never returned to campus. When her parents inquired as to why she had come home, Courtnie gave them a lame excuse about being burned out and needing to take a semester off. She watched that video over and over again, burning everyone’s face who participated in her night of humiliation into her memory. She vowed that she would pay them all back, even if it took the rest of her life to make good on the promise.

  Chapter 10

  All Mines

  “Good morning,” Courtnie greeted Adonis cheerfully as she entered the basement. She wore a silk teddy that stopped just below her ass. “You like what you see?” She twirled around for him.

  Bitch, die! he screamed in his head.

  Courtnie saw the look of hatred in his eyes. “Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss when we are about to have so much fun.” She held up a needle filled with Alprostadil, an injection for erectile dysfunction. She knew his body was numbed from the drugs, but that wouldn’t deter her plans. She had specific directions from the good doctor on how everything worked.

  What the fuck is that? Oh, God! I’m sorry for whatever I did to deserve this! Adonis thought. He couldn’t hear his own voice, but he wondered if God could still hear his pleas.

  “Oh, this is just a little something to get the party started.” Courtnie smiled devilishly. “But first we have to get you cleaned up. Seems you’ve messed yourself. But that’s okay. I’m here to take good care of you.”

  Courtnie began gathering the things that she would need to get her chocolate dream all cleaned. Before she began her task, she prepared another dose of the Special K. Dr. Himfield had warned her not to give him too much for fear of permanent damage, but Courtnie disregarded everything he’d said once she had Adonis in her clutches. The only thing that mattered was keeping them together.

  Adonis’s eyes welled with tears as he watched her prepare to plunge the needle into his IV.

  “I know you don’t like it, baby, but we can’t have you moving around all freely until we understand each other.” She depressed the plunger and watched the drug enter the IV.

  All Adonis could do was whimper as the drug entered his blood stream and carried him into a deep, dreamless sleep. When Adonis next awoke, he found Courtnie snuggled next to him, watching TV. She must have felt him staring at her because she turned her gaze to him.

  “Oh, you’re awake finally,” she said cheerfully.

  It had taken her quite a bit of time to get him totally cleaned up. He was two hundred plus pounds of dead weight, but she got it done. She was glad her help would be there that morning to assist her with taking care of Adonis. The assistance with Adonis’s needs would be welcomed, but, at that moment, she was thinking about her own needs. She was about to see just how well the erectile dysfunction drugs would work with all the drugs she had him on.

  Adonis laid there helplessly as Courtnie climbed on top of him and began planting kisses on his chest. Slowly, she made her way down to his stomach, stopping just above his public hairline. She took his flaccid penis in her hand and began massaging it. It looked good enough to eat, so she decided to taste it.

  “Ummmm,” she moaned as she felt his dick touch the back of her throat. Even soft, his dick was still able to fill her mouth. With her free hand, she produced the syringe containing the Alprostadil. Popping his dick out of her mouth momentarily, she said, “Don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing.” She laughed before plunging the needle into the vein of his dick.

  Please, God! Let this stop. I promise to do right. Please, God, make her stop! Adonis prayed. He thanked God he couldn’t feel the needle in his dick because, from the size of it, he imagined it would hurt like hell.

  Courtnie spat in her hands and began massaging his dick. She twisted and stroked it with both hands like she was wringing out a wet shirt.

  “For your sake, you better hope this works, because, if not, then I have no use for you.”

  Courtnie continued working his dick. It took a little longer than she expected, but it had finally started to stand at attention. She licked her lips as each vein in his penis started to bulge out, making his dick look like an armful of muscles. Excitement coursed through her veins as she started to cream all in her panties.

  “That’s what I’m talking about.” Courtnie hungrily shoved him back in her mouth.

  Adonis was still motionless, but, in her mind, he had a fistful of her hair and was fucking her in the throat. What in the entire fuck is wrong with this bitch? Adonis asked himself as he watched her work his penis over with her mouth, like she had never tasted a dick before. He watched as she stood above him. Courtnie played with her pussy, putting on a show for his eyes only. She slid her finger in and of her sex while rubbing her thumb over her clit. Sexily, she began to squat down on his penis. She gasped at the feeling of him filling her insides up. Up and down she went, in a trance from the feeling his dick was bringing to her body.

  “Oh, I wish you could feel what I’m feeling. This dick is the best I’ve ever had!” Courtnie exclaimed.

  She clenched her teeth as she moved her hips fluidly, bringing on an instant orgasm. Courtnie dug her nails into Adonis’s chest hard enough to draw blood. She rubbed her hands fingers through the sticky red liquid, and began painting
her breasts with it.

  Adonis was numb, so he had no idea where the blood had come from. He’d only hoped that she hadn’t cut him open and that he wasn’t bleeding out but didn’t know it. He wanted to throw up at the thought. Adonis felt like he was having an out of body experience. Just a few days ago, he would have enjoyed the sight before him and the feeling of her tight walls sucking his dick deeper into her pussy, but, that day, he took no joy in Courtnie’s sex. He felt violated.

  When Courtnie was done raping Adonis, she climbed off him. “I want to thank you for a wonderful morning, but I’ve got to go to work. I’ll check in with you this evening, baby.” She kissed him on the lips and went to get cleaned up.

  Courtnie had just finished showering and dressing when she heard the doorbell. Her mood immediately darkened. She stormed to the door and snatched it open, full of attitude.

  “Can I help you?” she asked the young lady who was standing on the other side of the door.

  “I’m Hillary, from the employment agency.” She showed Courtnie her identification. “You requested a home health aide to help take care of your husband.”

  Courtnie had completely forgotten about the help.

  “Oh, please come in,” she moved aside, so Hillary could enter.

  Courtnie sized her up. The young girl was prettier than she had expected. She was looking for them to send out some overweight old lady. She didn’t know how she felt about leaving little Ms. Hillary’s cute ass alone with Adonis, but she had no choice on such short notice. She would keep Hillary around for the time being, but, as soon as she got a chance, she was going to call the agency and ask them to send someone else.

  Chapter 11

  Where is My Love?

  Angela lay in bed, crying her heart out. She hadn’t talked to Adonis in days, and every day that passed felt like a knife being stabbed through her heart. The soundtrack of her current situation was Ledisi’s, I Need You Now. She had never felt so much pain in her life before. She knew she had run him off and that he was never coming home. She thought she heard a faint knock at the door, so she turned the music down. Then, she heard it again. She rushed to the door and swung it open, hoping to see Adonis there, only to find Rachel and two detectives standing there, one male and one female.

  “Can I help you?” Angela asked full of attitude as she stared Rachel in the eyes.

  “Yes, where the hell is my son?” Rachel yelled as she tried to charge Angela, but the male detective restrained her.

  “I am Detective Stephanie Marks,” the female detective introduced herself and showed her identification. “This is my partner, Detective Jerry Johnson. I’m sorry to disturb you, but Mrs. Edwards seems to think you may know something about what’s happened to her son.”

  “Something did happen! This wench got mad ‘cause he didn’t want her ass no more, and she’s probably done something to him!” The ghetto side was coming out of Rachel.

  “Look. I don’t know where my husband is. He left me days ago. Now would you please remove this lady from my property?” Angela was furious that Rachel had the audacity to bring the police to her house. If it wasn’t for the detectives, she would’ve given the old woman the ass whipping she’d been begging for over the years.

  “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we are going to have to go downtown to ask you some questions,” Detective Johnson informed her.

  “What the fuck for? I told y’all I haven’t seen his trifling ass since he left me,” Angela snapped.

  “Trifling?” Rachel snaked her neck. “You low class, ho! If the police weren’t here I’d be dragging your ass all over this front yard!” she tried to get at Angela, but was, once again, restrained.

  They could barely contain their laughter at Rachel’s display. For as small as she was, you wouldn’t have expected her to be such a firecracker. She was four-foot-eleven, but she had the mouth and the heart of giant when it came to her baby boy, her only child.

  “If you don’t mind, could you just throw something on, so we can go downtown and get this sorted out? I promise we’ll have you in and out as quickly as possible,” Detective Marks said softly. She was trying to alleviate some of the tension.

  “And you can go now,” Detective Johnson told Rachel. “We’ll call you if we find out anything new.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m leaving.” Rachel reluctantly agreed. “But you need to know that if that trick,” she said, pointing at Angela, “had something to do with my baby disappearing, I’ll be back with a few friends of mine, three, fifty, and seven. Bet that!” she threatened before storming back to her car.

  “Bitch,” Angela said under her breathe. Rachel had just moved to the top of her Most Hated list. “Okay, detectives. I’ll throw on some clothes and be back in a second.” Angela went back into the house.

  She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. It was bad enough that her husband had vanished, and now she was a suspect in his disappearance. Things couldn’t possibly get any worse.

  ****

  “Now, ma’am, can you please go over the last time you saw your husband?” Detective Marks asked as she pulled out her note pad. They were now at the police station, inside one of their interrogation rooms.

  “There is nothing to tell, besides what I’ve already said. He told me he was going to get his things from the hotel he was staying at and never came back home,” Angela repeated the story for what seemed like the hundredth time.

  “Why was he staying at a hotel? Were you two arguing?” Detective Johnson asked.

  “Yes,” Angela said.

  “About what?” Detective Marks asked.

  “I accused him of cheating,” Angela confessed.

  “A cheating husband? I’ll bet that had you really upset. I know how I’d feel if I found out my husband was cheating on me. I’d be angry, maybe even angry enough to do something to him,” Detective Marks said.

  “Yes, I was angry, but hell, no, I wasn’t angry enough to do anything to him. I love Adonis. I’d never hurt him!” Angela yelled in frustration. Not knowing where her husband was, coupled with the bullshit she was being put through by the police was making her feel like she was coming unglued.

  “You seem kind of hostile, Mrs. Edwards,” Detective Johnson said with a raised eyebrow. “Were you this upset when you confronted your husband about his cheating?”

  “You know in cases of missing persons, the spouse is generally the first person we look at,” Detective Marks said. It was an offhanded comment, but Angela didn’t miss the underlying accusation being thrown at her.

  For the first time since they’d brought Angela in for questioning, she realized how bad things looked. They were actually trying to place the blame for Adonis’s disappearance on her.

  “Okay, I see where this is going. I might not know the law, but I’m no dummy either. I’m not answering another question until I speak with a lawyer.”

  Chapter 12

  Someone Please Call 911

  Adonis watched every move his caretaker made. She had a pail of water at the side of the bed and was giving him a sponge bath. He racked his brain, trying to figure out a way to give her a signal that he was in peril.

  “You know, your wife must really love you to take such good care of you,” Hillary said as she wiped him down. “Can’t say that I don’t see why,” she remarked as she looked down at his dick. She saw his eyes flash anger. “I’m sorry. I…never-mind... I’m just sorry,” she went back to bathing him, too embarrassed to say another word.

  When she was done bathing him, she went about the task of tidying up around the house. Something felt amiss to her. For all intents and purposes, it seemed like little more than what it was—a devoted wife trying to nurse her husband back to health, so they could be a happy family again, but it didn’t sit right. She didn’t know any married couples who didn’t have not one picture of themselves somewhere in the house. There were pictures of Courtnie, but none of Adonis. Not even a wedding picture. There were a few articles of men’s clo
thing in one of the closets, but none of it looked like it would fit Adonis. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she returned to the room with Adonis.

  “You know, in training they teach us that when dealing with people who’ve been through something traumatic, visual aids often help them with their recovery…like encouragement,” Hillary explained. “I was looking around the house to see if I could find some pictures of you and your wife to put at your bedside, but I couldn’t seem to find any.”

  Because she’s not my wife. She’s my fucking captor! Adonis said in his head.

  “I wish I had some kind of idea what happened to you. Then, maybe, I’d have a better idea of how I could help you,” Hillary said sadly.

  You can help me by calling the damn police! Adonis whipped his eyes back and forth frantically.

  “From your paralysis, I’d say it was a stroke. It’s a shame.” Hillary placed her hand on his leg comfortingly. “You look so healthy, but I guess you never know.”

  I wish this dumb-ass bitch would just shut the fuck up. I am a healthy man! That psycho kidnapped me! He wanted to slap her in the forehead.

  “I guess it’s time for your pain meds. Your wife has you on a strict schedule,” Hillary told him.

  Courtnie had been very specific in her instructions, even labeling everything clearly, so there was no way she could screw things up. Hillary thought she was just being a control freak, but she had no idea of the madness she had stepped in the middle of.

  Adonis felt a feeling of dread as he watched her shoot whatever chemical Courtnie had concocted into his IV. Just as it always did, the drug made him drift, only to wake up and go through the torture again.

  ****

  Ever since Courtnie had kidnapped Adonis, she had been going through a series of emotional changes. She wanted to feel bad about what she was doing to him and his family, but her mind wouldn’t let her. There was no doubt that she was madly in love with Adonis, but he was still a man, and he had to be punished like the rest.