Crossing the Line (10 page)

He removed his hand and grinned down at her. “Going to play nice now?” he asked.

Gabby looked at him and laughed. “You don’t really think you’re going to do any damage to m
e with that tiny little cock, do
you? I doubt I’ll even feel it.”

Stan’s grin vanished instantly. He ripped the other ring from her labia and shoved it in her mouth. He covered her mouth and pinched her nose. He pinched it hard enough that he felt the cartilage snap. He released his hold and spat in her face.

“There’s more than one way to get a pussy wet, you dumb cunt. Keep fucking with me and you’ll see just how wet I can get it.”

Blood poured from her broken nose. Tears of agony spilled from her eyes. She had stopped sobbing now, though. Her eyes stared at him with pure hatred. She kept her lips closed tight for a moment before spitting a mouthful of blood into his eyes.

Stan jumped off of the bed as the blood stung at his eyes. He scooped it away and flicked his wrists, splattering little dots of blood all over the room. Once the pain left him he returned to the side of the bed and punched the girl as hard as he could right in the broken nose. She howled in pain. Her body went into a spasm of agony.

“I was trying to be nice to you, whore!” he snarled. He reached out and grabbed one of her tiny nipples. He twisted the nipple savagely and yanked, pulling most of the areolas away with her nipple barbell. She screamed again.

Stan stomped across the room and picked up one of his dirty socks from the ground. He pulled the belt from his discarded jeans and smirked. He walked back over to her and shoved the sock into her mouth and halfway down her throat. He used his belt to keep the sock in her mouth. She thrashed, her chest rising and falling quickly.

“Can’t breathe out of your broken nose, can you? Want me to take it out?” he grinned.

Gabby nodded her head.

“If you fuck with me again I’ll fuck you while you choke to death. Do you understand?”

Gabby nodded her head more adamantly. He loosened the belt, sliding it down to her throat. He was gentle as he pulled the sock out of her mouth. “I’m sorry I had to hurt you so bad. I wanted to be good for both of us.”

Gabby didn’t say anything, she just sobbed. He wiped blood from her broken nose and rubbed it on his penis. It grew into an erection soon. He pressed it against the opening of her sex and she hissed with pain. Despite her mocking the girth of his penis tore at the sides of her vulva as he penetrated her.

She sobbed louder than ever as he began slowly pumping inside of her. With each inward thrust he drove himself a bit deeper. She howled with pain as he fully buried his cock inside of her.

Her sobs caused her to choke on the blood from her broken nose. She gagged and turned her head to the side, spitting up
a thick stream of blood all over the pillow.

The choking caused his testicles to tighten with excitement. An idea came to him and he quickly tested it. He grabbed the end of the belt and pulled it savagely. Gabby bucked underneath him as the pressure cinched her esophagus shut. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and she bucked wildly. Her muscles contracted around his cock, drawing him closer to orgasm.

He released the belt and Gabby coughed up more blood on the pillow. “Goddamn, Gabby, this is the best sex I’ve ever had. You are better than I could have asked for.”

“Please, no more,” she sobbed.

“No more what?” he asked.

“Please don’t choke me anymore,” she sobbed.

’Okay, no more choking.”

He pulled out of her, grinning at the amount of blood that followed him out of the gaping hole. He climbed off the bed and paced around the room for a moment. His mind was going in a million different directions. His intoxication made it hard to think. He had dozens of ideas of what he could do next, but he wasn’t sure which one appealed to him the most.

He finally decided and with a malicious smile. He untied one of her
ankles and kissed her toes. She did nothing to fight him. He climbed back onto the bed and lifted the leg up a bit. As he reached the area near her torn sex he ran a hand over it and once again used the blood to lubricate his erection.

Gabby’s sobs had settled down a bit now. She was growing numb or going into shock or both. Stan didn’t know or care why she was no longer panicking. He knew his next move would cause her to explode with disgust and pain.

He pinned her leg up on his shoulder with one strong arm and took his penis in his hand with the other.
He kissed at her toes some more
. He drove three fingers into the torn flesh of her vagina. It was so torn up that it felt twice as tight as it had when he first entered her. He wiped more
blood to lubricate himself.

He spit in his palm and rubbed it between her butt cheeks. Realizing his intent Gabby began panicking again immediately. She tried to kick the leg he had pinned against his shoulder, but she was far too small to deflect his perverse approach.

He was not gentle in the slightest when he drove his penis into her anus. She had clinched it as tightly as she could, but all that her defense resulted in was her rectum being torn wide open. Stan felt warm blood rush out down the length of his cock. It splattered down onto his testicles and made him grin sadistically. Gabby
’s screams became howls of pain
.

He plunged deep inside of her ass. After only five minutes of raping her that way he released his seed deep inside her. He pulled out and pushed her leg away. She was too defeated to attempt to do him any harm as he climbed off the bed.

He used the sheet he had loosened from her ankle to wipe away the blood and semen from his softening cock.

A terrible smell filled the room a moment before Gabby’s torn bowels released. The bed beneath her was covered in shit and blood. Stan gagged in disgust and shook his head.

“You’re a filthy little whore,” he said. Gabby didn’t respond.

He pulled back on his pants and shirt and walked over to the side of the bed.
He reached out to retrieve his belt and the sinister smile reappeared on his face. He picked up the bloody sock and shoved it back in her mouth. Gabby shook her head from side to side, tears spilling freely from the corner of her eyes. Rather than putting the belt around her mouth again he merely grabbed the end of it and pulled it as tightly as he could.

Gabby’s free leg kicked at the air. Her body thrashed around on the bed. She covered herself in the bloody shit as she tried to fight for her life. Stan pulled as tightly as he could on the end of the belt and a sudden disappointment filled him when he heard a loud
crack.
Gabby’s body thrashed for a moment longer. When the movement ended her chest no longer rose and fell.

“Fuck,” he said. He hadn’t meant to kill her so quickly. He had wanted to finish ripping out her piercings if nothing else.

Still, he was satisfied with what he had done. He pulled the belt off of her neck and slid it through the loops in
his jeans.

14

Clint hadn’t bothered raping Tracy. As soon as they got into the room he made her kneel in the corner and had emptied his bladder on her face. She sputtered as it spilled into her mouth and grimaced when it got into her eyes. After the humiliation he punched her as hard as he could across the face. Her head snapped to the side and blood splattered across the wall.

She spat more blood and teeth down onto the floor. She turned her face back to Clint and tears ran from her bloodshot eyes. The piss had irritated them
. She wished she had gotten to drink more
so that she was a bit more immune
to the pain.

Clint stripped away his shirt and turned her to face him. He leaned down as if he intended to kiss her and head butted her instead. Her head bashed back into the wall. She howled in pain and shrank away from him. He stood upright again and kneed her in the chest. She howled with agony as she bounced into and off of the wall again.

She started to fall forward. Clint caught her and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around and tossed her toward the bed. She tripped over her own feet and fell into the bed, knocking the mattress half off of the box springs.
Her head cracked off of the oak running boards at the bottom of the bedframe. The world swam out of focus.

He picked her up and carried her to the adjoining bathroom. He roughly tossed her into the tub. She didn’t make a sound. Her eyes were rolled up in her head, but her chest continued to rise and fall regularly. She wasn’t dead or dying, she was just knocked out of her senses.
He turned on the water and raised the lever to turn on the shower head. Tracy jerked back into consciousness as the hot water splashed down on her.

“Stand up,”
he said. She seemed to try, but slipped and bounced her head off the back of the tub. “See? You liberal bitches all seem to think that you don’t need a man in your life, but you can’t do a fucking thing for yourselves. That’s the problem with this country. Women have forgotten their roles. You were born with a cunt, which means that you were born to make men happy. Clean the house, raise the kids, suck your husband’s dick any time he asks. And I mean
anytime
he asks. Even if his dick smells like your neighbor’s pussy you suck it as soon
as he says that he wants a blow
job. But you educated twats think that you rule the roost. You think that just because you got yourself a college degree you don’t ever have to suck a dick.
And even if you do happen to suck it you sure as shit aren’t going to swallow his load. Do you think Abraham’s wife ever denied him a blowjob? Fuck no, she even let him fuck other women when she found out she couldn’t get knocked up. You look like a good Christian girl, so do something Christian and treat your man like he’s the goddamn boss.”

“I’m hurt,” Tracy sobbed. “I’ll do whatever you want, but I don’t know if I can stand up right now.”

“Sure you can, bitch. It’s called will power. Now use some of it and stand the fuck up.”

Tracy placed her hands on either side of the tub. Her arms shook as she forced her pain riddled body to stand. The slick floor of the shower
posed a real threat to her. She was too dizzy to trust herself to stand upright. She braced herself against the shower wall.

Clint adjusted the water temperature
and stripped away her pants. He climbed into the shower behind her and helped her keep her balance. “We both smell like piss. I ain’t one of those chink bastards that get off on that kind of shit. We’re going to get ourselves all cleaned up and maybe— just
maybe
— this whole thing will turn itself
around become something we can
both enjoy.”

Tracy leaned back against him. She didn’t even flinch when he began lathering her up with the soap. After she had been thoroughly scrubbed and her hair had been washed. He allowed her to step out of the shower and begin drying herself. She sat on the toilet and began toweling herself off.

He scrubbed himself down next. Getting rid of the smell of piss felt good. As s
oon as his hair had been washed h
e stepped out of the shower. Tracy offered him her towel, but he pulled another towel from the rack and used it to dry up.

They went back into the bedroom and Clint dressed her wounds. The gentleness of his actions bothered Tracy, she didn’t know what was going to come next. He had transformed from a vicious monster into someone that almost seemed human.

“Now what?” she asked when he was done. “Are you going to rape me?”

“Well, to be honest, it has been awhile since I last got a decent piece of ass. It doesn’t have to be nasty and violent, though. We could enjoy ourselves. If it goes that route I may even be able to talk Thad into letting you live.”

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen. He shot your big friend for trying to help me.”

“Justin fucked up. You don’t mess with Thad’s program that way. You have to know how to sweet talk him. He and I have been friends for years now. I know what to say to him.”

Tracy grew silent. In a different situation she would have found Clint attractive. He was tall, muscular and had dirty blonde hair. His green eyes were piercing and soft at the same time. He didn’t seem as malicious as he had been when he was attacking her. She guessed it was probably due in part to his sobering up some. Some men just couldn’t handle being intoxicated.

She leaned into him and kissed him on the lips. Their lips parted and their tongues met. Her hand slid into the flap of his towel and gently took hold of his penis. Her grasp was gentle. The skin on her hand was extremely soft. She began stroking him while their kiss intensified. He was soon rock hard in her hand.

She pressed a hand to his chest and he put his hands behind his head
as he laid back
. Tracy unfolded the towel away from his lower half and kissed at his chest. She continued stroking him as she made her way down. Clint hissed with pleasure as the tip of her tongue crept from her mouth and licked a small circle around the tip of his manhood.

Clint almost felt guilty for the way he had treated her before. She seemed like a genuinely nice girl and not just because she was fellating him after he beat the shit out of her. There was a kindness to her personality.