by K. A Knight
I moan, pushing back into his fingers. “Fuck yes.”
“Is that what you want, my dirty girl? My cock in your ass?” he asks, and when I don’t answer fast enough, he spanks me again, harder this time, his nails catching on my skin, making me gasp in pain even as he swirls his finger around my clit, causing that sting to fade into a pleasurable hum.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Keanu, please!”
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Do you know what good girls get?”
I shake my head, biting down on my bottom lip to stop the whimper from escaping.
“Rewarded,” he coos, as he thrusts a finger inside me. A moan escapes as I push back again, needing more, my pussy feeling empty, not full enough. He offers nothing else, one hand gripping my hip, the other slowly fucking me with just the tip of his finger until I’m crying out. Needing to come so badly.
“Please!” I beg, and gasp when he spanks me again, the pain mixing with pleasure until they are muddled, and I’m walking that wire’s edge.
“Good girls take what they’re offered and nothing else,” he snaps, and pulls his finger away, leaving me empty and so fucking needy it’s embarrassing.
“Fuck you,” I snap, tears gathering in my eyes.
“Fuck me?” he echoes, and then two stinging, punishing slaps land on my ass in quick succession before he lashes one across my pussy. I jerk forward, crying out, while my cream drips down my thighs.
“I swear to fucking God, Keanu, if you don’t—” My words end on a scream as he lines up with my pussy and thrusts inside, stretching me to the edge of pain. He doesn’t let me settle, oh no, he pulls out and hammers back in. Each thrust brutal, hard, and so fucking good. My hands scramble at the sheets, almost shredding the silk as I moan and writhe.
His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me back as he thrusts forward, the breath fucked from my chest as I gasp for air. I chant his name, unable to help myself. I can feel it already, the orgasm is so close I can almost touch it...but just when I’m about to tumble over the edge, he pulls out, leaving me whimpering as cold air replaces his cock and my pussy pulses, needing his thick cock inside me again.
“Keanu!” I cry out, pushing back, trying to get him inside me.
He slaps me again. “Shush, Brat.”
He massages the sting away, my ass redder and hurting now, and since he isn’t fucking me anymore, the pain overtakes the pleasure until tears drip down my face unchecked. He lays open-mouthed kisses across my ass as his finger plays with my clit, winding me up again until I’m rocking back into his hand, and then he stops and I cry out, smashing my hands down on either side of me just like the brat he always calls me.
“Please,” I cry out.
I feel him moving behind me, leaning over me, but I can’t see, my eyes are swimming with tears of frustration, so when something cold presses against my pussy entrance, I freeze, holding my breath. “Good girl, take it all for me,” he coos, as he slowly presses something thick and cold into my pussy. It bumps against my cervix, the pressure delicious, so full, like a cock.
“What is that?” I moan as he pulls it out slightly and then thrusts it forward again, fucking me with the object.
“Something I bought just for you,” he taunts. “Do you want to see?”
I hesitate. If I want to see will he remove it? I must hesitate for too long, because he yanks it out and grabs my hair, turning my head until I spot the long, black, thick dildo covered in my juices. “Oh, God,” I moan as he releases me, and plunges it back inside my pussy, making me scream.
“Thought you might like that,” he murmurs, his fingers parting my cheeks and running down the crack, the feeling so dirty, so forbidden, that I shiver even as my pussy clamps around the dildo.
He presses a finger to my other hole, just holding it there as I pant, staying perfectly still. “Have you ever been fucked here?” he inquires as I swallow, wetting my lips with my tongue, my throat sore from crying and screaming.
“Yes,” I whisper, and a spank lands on my parted cheeks, making me cry out and rock back.
“After this, I need his name,” he growls, as he softly slips a finger inside me. I push back, letting him past the ring of muscles and he pops through, stretching my ass with that finger.
“You aren’t killing him,” I argue breathlessly, rocking back into the dildo and his finger as he starts to fuck me with it, stretching me as he adds another and then another. The pressure is too much. I’m too full, but I know he expects me to take his cock as well, and even as the thought scares me, it also turns me on. To know I’m being filled in both holes, so full I might burst…
“Want to bet, Brat?” he challenges calmly.
He pulls his fingers out and I feel the head of his cock pressed to my hole. “Relax for me, baby, that’s it, good girl,” he whispers encouragingly, as he slowly presses inside, stopping every few inches to allow me to grow accustomed to it.
Anal sex isn’t for everyone, but I always loved it...but this. Fuck. My pussy feels stretched so tight, my ass too, the pleasure almost bordering on pain until suddenly, he’s filling me. His balls press against my ass and he stops, both of us panting as my body shakes from the feeling. I don’t know whether to pull away or push back—not that he lets me choose. He starts to pull out slowly, dragging his thick cock along my nerves before thrusting back in, working through my tight muscles.
He fucks me slowly, until I start to push back, meeting his thrusts. He grunts, gripping my hips tighter, and starts to ram into me, harder and harder, and he was right. The slap of his skin against my sore ass only adds to the pleasure, the hint of pain leaving me mewling with each thrust until I’m tipping over the edge. His hips lose their rhythm as he fucks me through my orgasms, and then he’s grunting, filling my ass with his cum.
I collapse on the bed and he blankets my body, both of us panting and sweaty. I begin to laugh, and he soon joins in until we both groan and he pulls out. He grips the dildo and slowly slides it from my pussy, making me gasp and shiver until it’s over. Then, my eyes start to close as I snuggle into the bed. I feel him leave, but a moment later he comes back. Something warm touches my legs and I smile when I realise he’s cleaning me up. With soft, gentle strokes he cleans my pussy, ass, and legs before grabbing some cream from his nightstand. He soothingly massages it into my sore ass until I’m nothing but jelly relaxed into his bed, then he drops down next to me, pulls me closer, and buries his face in the crook of my neck.
“Fucking good morning to me too,” he mutters, and drops a kiss there.
“Fuck this, let’s just stay in bed all day.”
I laugh and lift my head, stroking back his hair. “I wish we could, but we got bitches to kill and pricks to hunt.”
“I’ve created a monster,” he groans, flopping back with his arm over his face. “Crazy, crazy woman.”
“And don’t you forget it.” I grin.
“Coffee,” I tell him, and pass him a mug as I clutch my own. He places it on his desk and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his lap before typing around me. “Whatcha doin’?” I ask, watching the screens, not that I have any idea what he’s doing.
“Just cracking the encryption on these files I downloaded. I’m really close, then we can see what they were hiding. Some of them have been shared, I might even be able to track down IP addresses,” he murmurs as he types, so I stay quiet, his face locked in concentration.
I just relax back into him, letting his warmth ooze through my back, but it’s really cold in here and I shiver. Without looking, he drops one hand to my legs and starts to warm them with his hand as he carries on typing. I grin, hiding it behind my mug. He might not realise it, but he’s so attuned to me he notices even the littlest thing.
“Boom, bitch, no one can beat me,” he mutters with a grin, and then sits back as files upon files start to scroll down the screen. “Hmm, most of them are images or videos.”
“Of what?” I question.
He shakes his hea
d. “Only one way to find out. Some of these files are pretty big just to be a video as well.” He frowns as he scrolls.
“What does that mean?”
“It might mean there is something embedded.” I stare at him dumbly and he blinks, bringing himself back from computer-land, and looks at me and smiles. “Like hiding something between the layers of the video, usually secret information. It could pertain to the people they are sending it to. Sometimes coordinates, locations, that type of thing.”
I nod, following him as he clicks on one at random. A video pops up and we both suck in breaths at what’s on the screen. A young girl, no older than eighteen, is standing in heels and black underwear, her hair overdone, and caked on makeup to make her look older. Her face is frozen in fear as she stares to the right of the camera.
“Brat, maybe you don’t want to see this,” he whispers, pulling me closer, even as he speaks, like he needs the comfort I can offer. This can’t be easy for him to watch either. I know him now. I know he’ll feel responsible for each one, that he didn’t catch them before they got to the girls.
“Press play,” I order, and he sighs but does as he’s told.
He does, and we both watch in horror as she stumbles on the high heels, paraded in front of a white background like a photoshoot. A voice off screen orders her to turn, to bend over and spread her ass, and I can’t help but spot the mortification and humiliation on her face as she stands back up, tears dripping from her hazel eyes as she stares right into the camera. It then goes on to list her assets before it cuts off.
“Shit,” Keanu mutters, and kisses my shoulder as I look away, wiping my tears.
“Play the next one,” I demand.
“Brat,” he starts, but I turn and glare at him, letting him see my tears and anger.
“We need to watch every single one, to see their faces and remember them, in case we can’t save them. Someone should remember them. We also need to keep watching for any hints of the people or location, don’t we?” I question, my voice sounding tired, even to me. I knew the world wasn’t a great place, but this...this veil has been lifted, showing just how much corruption and evil lurk within us.
The biggest monsters are human.
“If it gets to be too much, we take a break. Okay?” he whispers, and looks into my eyes until I nod, then he kisses me softly. “We’ll stop them, baby, I promise, and this is why. We won’t stop hunting, we won’t stop fighting...for these women. For all the girls out there like them. I promise you that, Brat, no one can evade me forever. A spider always gets his prey.”
That does settle me a bit and I turn back to the screens, keeping my mug close as he goes through every video and image. Each one a horror that will never be erased. Some of the girls are angry and defiant, some are pleading, but the worst are the empty ones...the ones who have given up and sunk into themselves like they don’t expect to make it through.
We watch eleven or so before we take a break. Keanu and I just hold each other, and take five minutes before I blow out a breath and lean across and load up the next, my heart slamming into my chest at the sight before me.
A child.
No older than eight or nine, she’s dressed in heels like the others and stumbling in them, her ankles bending, unused to the adult shoe. They hadn’t put much makeup on her, they wanted her to look her age. They wanted them to know she was a child.
Her undeveloped breasts are covered in scraps of white lace, as is her bottom half. Tears roll down her face as she tries to wrap her arms around herself and cringe away from them, her curled brown hair thrown over her freckled shoulder. It’s the first time we see another person on screen. We see the back of a man as he reaches in and grabs her hands, yanking them to her sides as he says something into her ear, which has her crying out loud and cringing back.
I see red, my hands clenched into fists.
The camera gets in close, filming each inch of her skin, even pushing between her thighs as she tries to fight it, but one more barked command off screen has her letting them as she sobs, her whole body shaking as she weeps.
When they make her bend down, a hand on the middle of her back, I cover my mouth and hold back the bile that wants to escape. Keanu is stiff against me, his whole body taut with anger. I can actually feel it, the urge he has to kill everyone, so I lean back farther, but it can’t prepare me for what we see next.
Using their fingers, they pull the underwear to one side and show off her young vagina and explain that she is ‘pure.’
Fuck. I leap up and pace away, unable to watch anymore. I glance back to see Keanu finish watching it, pressing stop before he slowly gets to his feet, each movement jerky.
He grinds his teeth, exhaling loudly as he looks over at me.
“Come on,” he orders, as we both breathe heavily. “We need to get this out of us before it twists us up.” He spins on his heel and storms away. I take one more look at the screen and hurry after him, down the stairs, and to the left. He flicks on the light in the garage, revealing a gym as he rips off his shirt and heads towards the punching bag swaying in the corner. I’m only in his shirt as he grabs the bag and waits for me. I step inside hesitantly, looking around.
I’m no stranger to the gym, I love going, losing myself in the burn of the pain of screaming muscles, so this isn’t a bad idea. Grabbing the gloves, Keanu helps me slip into them as I face the bag, my stance correct from my two years of boxing lessons.
I swing slowly at first, but as he holds the bag steady, I unleash all of that pain, anger...the hits get faster and faster until I drop into the bag, pressing my face to the leather, tears in my eyes as I pant, sweat coating my body. When I look up, he meets my gaze, and I see an understanding there. We both saw that video. We both will never be able to forget it, that little girl’s face will be burned into our memories for all time.
“I need to do something, I need to—” I shake my head and push away, pacing again until he steps into my path and cups my face, stopping me.
“Shush, Brat,” he whispers. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s fucking not!” I scream. “It’s not! She’s a child! A fucking child!” I scream, raining punch after punch on his chest. He drops his hands to his side and lets me, just stands there and takes it until I’m spent, physically and emotionally tired.
“It’s not okay,” he agrees, “it’s fucked up, wrong, and so goddamn sick I want to burn my eyes out just to never see it again, but we can’t. We can’t break down or stop, for her. We need to carry on, we can still save her,” he snaps, angry at himself.
“But in what state will she be in?” I whisper, and he swallows. I know he’s wondering the same.
“I don’t know, Brat. I wish I had all the answers, I wish I could take this all away, I wish you didn’t have to see this side of the world.” His voice cracks as he speaks.
“I’m not, even if I hate it, even if I have nightmares for the rest of my life, I’m glad I know. I’m glad I’m helping. I’d rather know than live in ignorant bliss. Life is pain, Keanu, if we go through life wanting nothing but pretty secrets, we will never experience everything it has to offer. We, you, see the worst of the world, maybe to show you the best as well.”
“Like you.” He nods, serious now. “You’re right. I see the crap and the evil so when I look at you, I see the pure fucking goodness in you, see the love and light. We dance in the dark, Nadia, you and me, but when the light shines, it just means it’s that much more brilliant.”
We stare at each other and then suddenly we’re in each other’s arms. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist, our mouths meeting desperately, burning out all our emotions in each other. We duel with our tongues, our bodies clashing in love and hate until we both pull away, resting our foreheads together as we just exist, letting us settle.
My heart slows as I breathe in his scent until I feel more human, more ready to handle the rest of the videos, because even though I don’t think I can watch anymore, I have to. W
e have to, and I won’t let him face this on his own.
“Okay.” I nod. “Let’s do this.”
“You sure?” he whispers, pushing back my sweaty hands.
“Yes, let’s go, Nunu,” I tease, and he breaks into a smile, that ice melting.
Five videos later, I see her—Alena.
Her black hair is spread around her shoulders, almost down to her hips, her features covered in dark eyeshadow and red lipstick, her eyes spitting fire at everyone and everything. Most try to hide themselves, but she stands there staring them down, not ashamed in her red lace two piece, her golden skin on display for everyone to see. When they bark orders, she lasers in on the man next to the cameras.
“Make me, asshole, or are you not man enough?” she taunts, her tongue a weapon.
She glares at him then laughs, the sound mocking and filled with hate. “That’s what I thought, you can shoot your little video, you can beat us and grope us, but you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to, unless you’re willing to get your hands dirty. Come on, big boy, let’s fucking go!” she yells, gesturing at him to come at her. She reaches down, unlaces the heels, and holds them like weapons as two big guys move onto the screen, their faces blocked as they approach her. She doesn’t wait for them to go to her, she leaps forward with a cry and impales one’s eye with a heel as the other grabs her and throws her backwards.
She lands on the white floor, laughing, before getting back to her feet, watching the man as he falls to the floor screaming, while the other advances on her. He tries to grab her, but she kicks out, connecting right with his nuts, and he groans, cupping them protectively as she races off screen to the left.
Shouts come after her, bodies flying past the camera. One knocks into it and it spins to the left a little, giving us a glimpse of the rest of the space before it cuts out. Keanu rewinds it instantly.
“Hellcat, that one,” he mutters as he types. “Might have just gave us what we needed. I’ll run that, see if we get any hits. It will check recently sold properties, inventories, historical pictures, everything we can get our hands on.”
