Rage Against The Machine: Special Edition (Dan & Chloe Book 1)

by Flamank, Nathan L.

  Chloe sat up, bracing herself up on her elbows. ‘And then what?’

  ‘No questions; just do as you’re told.’

  ‘Ooh,’ she giggled, ‘I like the sound of this game, but I need to freshen up first.’

  Grace lay on the bed; numb, a piece of her was now dead. Rufus had broken her. After he’d orgasmed and pulled out of her she had tried to cover herself, to hide her breasts but he had slapped her hard across the face and said, ‘Don’t do that, you’ll do what I want when I want or I’ll gut you like a fish; understand?’

  Grace had just nodded, tears running down her face but he didn’t care and why would he; she could see that he was a demon in human guise. She felt humiliated as his semen ran down the crack of her ass. He’d watched closely and shook his head; he’d given her a towel to wipe herself clean.

  ‘We’re just getting started bitch!’ he’d spat as she wiped his poison from between her legs. If only she could wipe away these memories too.

  Rufus had gotten up and fetched a carrier bag. He’d withdrawn a sexy set of bright red lingerie and had told her to put them on. ‘Slowly, sexily; you can do sexy yes?’

  Grace had nodded and he had laughed; he was in his element and she knew that she would be unable to deny him for fear of the pain that she knew he would inflict on her.

  Now, lying flat on her back in another woman’s lingerie Grace felt dead inside; nothing he could do to her now could hurt her. Rufus must have sensed her thoughts because he suddenly grinned and said, ‘Oh the things I could to you, you’d beg me to kill you; trust me on that, this is nothing to the horrors you could endure.’

  He sat beside her on the bed and ran his fingers across her belly; she didn’t tense up; she was no longer able to feel and she no longer cared what he did to her. Grace clung to the hope that someone would rescue her or that she’d get the chance to kill the twisted bastard.

  Rufus’ hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed them; massaging them, playing with them like a lover would. Grace closed her eyes and she heard him say ‘Do you like that Grace?’

  She wanted to spit at him, to scream at him; to claw his eyes out; how could he think that she’d enjoy this, that she could like his touch? Although she hated him she was clever enough to know that her only chance of survival laid in prolonging this nightmare, the longer she stayed alive the greater the odds were that she’d be found.

  Grace knew that eventually he would kill her; he’d have no other choice but Grace would do whatever was necessary to stay alive right now so she did the only thing that she could do, she let out a tiny moan of pleasure, to her ears it sounded false but she hoped that her uncle was that far gone he wouldn’t notice.

  ‘Yes,’ she breathed, ‘But I feel bad for liking it, this is so wrong.’

  ‘It’s not wrong to give in to the flesh Grace, to give in to your baser instincts.’

  His hands massaged her breasts and despite the inner disgust she felt she whimpered, ‘Mmm that feels really good.’

  ‘Okay uncle Rufus,’ Grace knew this was her only chance to live; she had to continue this charade. ‘You were right uncle.’

  ‘What about?’

  ‘About me being a prick-tease.’

  Rufus laughed, ‘That’s okay Grace, now you don’t get a choice. I own you.’ Rufus laughed again and said, ‘Do you like the underwear you’re wearing?’

  She wanted to ask him who the lingerie belonged to but she didn’t want to anger him so she nodded and smiled and said, ‘Yes, it’s very sexy.’

  Rufus slipped his hands inside the bra; it was too big for her and her breasts spilled easily free.

  ‘Open your eyes Grace. Look at what I’m doing.’

  She didn’t want to but she knew she had to play the game; her very life depended on it so she opened her eyes and looked at Rufus and smiled. Grace looked at her breasts and she felt disgusted with herself because despite her anguish and fear her nipples were very hard. They were huge; how could this happen, was she aroused or was it just a physical reaction to his manipulations? Her thoughts were jumbled and she didn’t know what to think.

  Rufus bent forward and his tongue slithered across the flesh of her breasts, it felt like a rasp but again she faked pleasure and moaned aloud.

  ‘Do you like that Grace?’

  ‘Yes uncle Rufus.’

  ‘Stop calling me uncle!’ Rufus snapped.

  Grace quickly apologised, fearing reprisals. ‘What ever you say Rufus.’

  His tongue licked her nipples and they grew harder still and Grace felt a brief ripple of real pleasure and she hated herself for the feeling.

  ‘Would you like me to suck them Grace?’ Rufus asked maybe sensing a change in her.

  ‘Yes; do anything to me,’ Grace replied and she began to shut down inside, to switch her emotions off, to not think of the perversion of the situation.

  Rufus sucked her left nipple into his mouth, squeezing it with his lips, the tip of his tongue flicked against the hardness of her nipple and this time when she cried out it was in genuine pleasure and inside of her another piece of herself fell away. Grace felt like a whore and maybe that was all she was. Had she not always used her looks to get what she wanted? When it came down to it wasn’t that the same as prostitution? She began to hate herself, for the first time truly believing that she had brought this on herself.

  Rufus released her nipple and stood up and she saw his manhood; incredibly it was already hard; thick and monstrous looking.

  He climbed on to the bed and knelt before her; he instructed her to get on to her knees and Grace complied and faced him. He took her breasts in his hands, kneading them roughly and he pulled on her nipples. It felt painful to her but at the same time she felt the pleasure that his touch elicited.

  ‘Grace?’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘Suck my cock.’

  Grace’s stomach did a somersault; could this be her opportunity, she could bite down on him.

  Rufus squeezed her breasts hard and pain lanced through Grace’s body and brought fresh tears to her eyes.

  ‘Look at me,’ he told her.

  Grace raised her eyes and Rufus smiled.

  ‘The only keys out of here are locked in the safe and only I know the combination so no funny games.’

  Grace felt like screaming, he had thought of everything. Damn him to hell!

  She nodded, ‘I won’t disappoint you Rufus; not again.’

  ‘Good,’ he pushed her head downwards and his cock hit her face and he dug his hands in to her hair, ‘Suck it you cunt.’

  So she did.

  Dan watched as Chloe fastened her fishnet stockings to the suspender belt; the black lingerie was in strong contrast to the colour of her skin. She slipped in to her high heels and stood up straight. ‘You like?’

  ‘I love, now the dress.’

  Dan was already dressed. Chloe was without doubt the sexiest, most beautiful woman that he had ever seen and her sexuality was intoxicating; he wanted tonight to be full of laugher as he knew that tomorrow everything would change, he knew that tomorrow there was a strong chance that the old Dan would resurface and he was a little nervous about how Chloe would react when she saw that side of his character. He was terrified at the prospect of the old Dan coming out to play but he knew instinctively that if he was to survive along with Chloe that it was a necessary evil.

  Chloe slipped in to the dress and did the zipper up. She brushed her hair and tied it up with a ribbon and twirled on the spot like a music-box ballerina. As she spun he could see her stocking-tops and he smiled and whispered, ‘Stunning.’

  He crossed the room and kissed her noting that her lips tasted of vanilla.

  ‘Now what?’ Chloe asked.

  ‘Now we head down to the hotel bar.’

  Surprised, Chloe said, ‘And why’s that?’

  Dan escorted her out of the room and closed the door behind them. He grabbed her ass through the dress and said, ‘Have you ever fucked in public?’r />
  It was the best he could come up with; he hadn’t anticipated Chloe asking him why.

  ‘Um, well there was the train, why?’

  Dan walked her to the lift and they got in when the doors opened, Dan pressed for the foyer and said, ‘Yeah but no one was watching us except for some old fart who probably had dodgy eyesight, I want us to be watched,’ Dan turned his head away from the look of shock on Chloe’s face to hide his smile, ‘It’s always been a fantasy of mine.’ He was laying it on a little too thick but he didn’t know what else to say.

  Chloe felt uneasy, she hadn’t expected this but she loved him and if that was what he wanted then that’s what he’d get. The doors opened and they walked out in to the foyer. ‘Okay baby if that’s what you want.’

  ‘It’s what I want,’ he replied; impressed at his own acting skills.

  The clock in the foyer showed that it was just after 2am. Chloe relaxed slightly; at this time of the morning the bar couldn’t be that busy.

  Dan led her to the entrance to the bar and when she stepped through the alcove and in to the dimly lit room she realised how wrong she’d been about this whole thing.

  Rufus was like an animal; nothing Grace did sated his perverse desires. She felt outside of her body, like a near death experience (and a part of her wondered just how close to Death’s cold touch she actually was), she was looking down at the shell of her body as Rufus used it for his own needs. Grace felt nothing anymore; she had been completely broken. Any spirit she may have once had was destroyed and she hated herself for what she had become: an instrument of Rufus’ sick mind. She had given in totally to his vile demands and she detested herself vehemently for the pleasures she experienced at his touch; but with every pleasure he caused her an equal amount of pain.

  Grace looked at the video cameras set up around the bed, she’d first noticed them thirty minutes ago as he’d rammed his cock so forcefully in to her mouth that he had caused her to gag. He’d laughed and orgasmed in her mouth, he’d forced her to swallow his infected seed. She’d choked down his pungent semen; to her it tasted of dead things and she had wept silently and it was as her salty tears ran down her face that she had noticed the cameras; their little red lights flashing, recording every act from every angle.

  Now, on her elbows and knees she stared straight ahead at the camera in front of her.

  ‘Push your ass upwards Grace,’ Rufus instructed her and like the automaton that she had become she complied; she was powerless to resist. Grace felt his sweaty hands pull the knickers from her and then his hands started to caress her buttocks. She looked back, beneath her arm and saw his huge hard cock; it repulsed her. Would he never quit? Was he going to fuck her until he killed her? A small part of her was amazed at how quickly he was able to grow hard again so soon after coming; when Mike came it took him hours to get stiff again and many times in the past she had wished for a better lover; someone to last longer than thirty seconds, to make her orgasm. Well, she had that wish now.

  Rufus moved on the bed and then she felt his thick tongue probing at her pussy, she shuddered, hating him, hating the sensations that he elicited in her but at the same time the tingling pleasures were surprising and she wanted to resist, to stay dry and to remain a mute. She wanted to feel nothing but repulsion and hatred but eventually she gave in, she wasn’t strong enough to resist and soon she began to moan with genuine pleasure. She smothered her mouth with her forearm, trying so hard not to be heard moaning; Grace did not want the cameras to pick up her enjoyment, if she made it out of this dungeon alive she didn’t want for there to be tapes of her moaning and writhing in pleasure. Who would believe that she wasn’t a willing participant in this if they saw her enjoying herself?

  Rufus continued to suck and lick and probe between her legs and when he pushed a finger deep inside her it was too much for her and she cried out, ‘Fuck!’ The pleasure was too much for her young body to cope with. The sensations were far greater than anything she had ever experienced before; she tried to resist the pleasures pulsing through her. It was perverse and wrong. Suddenly his mouth disappeared and was replaced by his cock and he slid his length deep inside her tightness and she cried out again, a guttural cry that she hardly recognised as her own. Rufus reached around her and cupped her breasts and began to piston himself in and out of her.

  Grace fought for control and Rufus laughed, ‘You like this don’t you?’

  ‘Yes!’ She cried and another piece of her died, she was withering away stroke by stroke, she was so close to the abyss, she knew she was moments away from being sucked down in to an endless dark void where madness resided.

  ‘You want me to fuck you don’t you?’

  ‘Yes!’ She couldn’t help it, never had she felt so full, never had a real man taken her; hatred mixed with a wanton need.

  ‘You want to come; don’t you, you slut! Tell me or I’ll hurt you.’

  ‘Yes, make me come, please don’t stop!’

  Rufus fucked her and she felt her pussy contracting around his cock and he increased the force of each thrust, every powerful thrust practically split her but she was powerless as she screamed, ‘I’m coming!’

  ‘Yes,’ he cried out, ‘Tell me again, tell me you’re a cheap slut; I want to hear it!’

  ‘Yes, yes, I’m a cheap slut, God forgive me but I am. I’m coming, I’m coming, God!’

  Grace was crying again, tears falling from her chin as she orgasmed; so powerful was the sensation that she literally thought she was going to faint.

  Rufus waited until he felt her orgasm dissipate and his smile quickly turned to an evil grin. He pulled back; slowly withdrawing from her.

  Grace was crying and moaning; her young mind contorted in despair and the power that he felt as he realised just how broken she had become was far more potent than any thrill he got when he expunged somebody’s pointless life.

  He coughed up a mouthful of saliva and opened his mouth, a long string of sputum trailed from his lips to drop on to Grace’s puckered anus. He took his slick cock in his hand and placed it against her anus and pushed forward with all his might. He felt a split second of intense pain as he pushed his hardness in to her ass hole but his moment of pain was nothing compared to what Grace was experiencing. Grace let out an ear splitting shriek as he rammed his cock all the way deep inside her ass.

  ‘No!’ Grace cried out. ‘Stop! You’re hurting me, no!’

  ‘Fuck you, you cunt!’ Rufus spat out as he rammed his hardness as deep as it could go; he pulled her back in to him; impaling her on his hardness.

  Grace was in agony; her orgasm was long forgotten as he pulled her backwards on to his massive cock and she felt something tear open inside her rectum. Grace bit her lip trying to fight the pain; it was unlike anything she had ever experienced; she never knew such pain could exist. It was useless and she cried out in pain begging him to stop; that he was tearing her apart.

  ‘No.No.No!’ She cried with every thrust but her pleas went unheard and eventually her throat hurt too much to scream and she whispered the word ‘No’ over and over as the torture continued for what felt like hours. Rufus made it last, his cock slammed deep inside her; splitting her insides open and he only came inside her ass when he saw the blood begin to flow down her thighs.

  Chloe stopped at the arched entrance to the restaurant. Dan’s hand on her ass felt comforting and she could see him smiling from the corner of her eye.

  The restaurant was empty, all the tables were covered for the night except for one which had been laid out with fine cutlery and glassware; a waiter in a white suit stood beside the table and she could hear gentle music playing quietly over the sound system. Chloe turned to Dan and smiled, ‘Fuck in public?’

  Dan laughed, ‘Oh come on, I thought you’d see through that immediately, guess you’re not as clever as I thought.’

  Chloe shook her ass and bumped his hand away, ‘No touching,’ but she was smiling. Dan escorted her to the table and ushered her into her seat
, he sat opposite her and said, ‘I had to wait for the restaurant to close, we were meant to be down here an hour ago but...’

  ‘But you were fucking me,’ Chloe interjected. Dan blushed and looked at the waiter who, like all good waiters the world over, had suddenly contracted a dose of deafness.

  The waiter looked down at Dan and smiled, ‘Your food shall be served shortly sir.’

  ‘Thank you.’

  ‘My pleasure; enjoy your evening sir.’

  Chloe slipped a shoe off and ran a stockinged foot up Dan’s leg beneath the table.

  Dan poured the red wine and Chloe took a sip. She smiled, ‘This is very romantic, I never suspected a thing.’

  ‘I’m full of surprises.’

  ‘I know that,’ Chloe put her glass down on the crisp white table cloth. ‘I love you Dan, I mean I really love you.’

  ‘I know.’

  The food arrived: chicken with fresh vegetables and new potatoes.

  Chloe smiled at the food as her stomach rumbled, ‘This looks great.’

  ‘It’s our first proper meal together,’ Dan replied as he cut into his chicken.

  Chloe grinned through a mouthful of food and said, ‘Like a proper date?’

  ‘Exactly, tonight we’re just two regular people having dinner together.’

  They ate in silence and Dan figured now was a good a time as any to tell Chloe a few things about himself. The past always came back to haunt you and Dan knew that she had a right to know.

  Dan took a deep breath and then said, ‘Ten years ago tonight would never have happened.’

  Chloe held the forkful of food half way to her mouth, ‘Huh? What’s that?’

  Dan put his knife and fork down on his plate, his appetite had suddenly vanished. He took a gulp of red wine instead, ‘The man I am now is not the man I once was, and if tonight you had met who I once was you wouldn’t like what stood before you.’ Dan could see from the confusion on Chloe’s face that he wasn’t making sense. ‘I mean I’m not some goody two shoes.’

  ‘You’re not?’ Chloe asked but he could see a smile raising the corners of her mouth.