Hello, my name is Akira, and I'm about to tell you one of the most daunting, the most exciting things that have happened to me. But first, a few things about myself: I am Asian/Native American, 5'2", 115lbs, long, straight dark hair with black dyed tips, dark brown eyes outlined with dark eyeliner, and I'm Goth. I love being controlled, and I love controlling.
On with the tale: One night last week, I attended a local band show. The usual freaks were there; me, people I'd seen before, and my closest friends, Dario and Jina. After the show got in progress, I noticed a guy I'd never seen at any of the shows. He stood off out of the large crowd with a couple of familiar faces. I'd noticed him because I'd felt his eyes on me. I found his appearance appealing, with his black shirt and pants, long dark hair hiding his right eye, and lip ring.
I embraced his eyes with mine as I stared intently back, until Jina pushed me and wanted to mosh. I forgot all about the mysterious stranger as I dodged blows and punks falling over on each other. After the long night, I kissed Jina and Dario goodnight, and they walked to their car. I stayed after to talk to the group who'd put on the show, and they asked me for my number so we could catch up later on.
I pulled on my coat over my short dark green skirt, fishnet tights with my black boots, and revealingly low black top, and headed towards my ride. As I passed a storage building (the show was at an abandoned church), the hairs on my neck stood up and I received chillingly equal bumps on my arms. I stopped and stood still; waiting to see what caught my attention, when I saw a shadow from behind me.
I turned to see who it was, but before I could someone else jumped from somewhere in the dark and grabbed me. With a hand over my mouth, and strong arms holding mine to my side, the two drug me behind the building.
Usually, I don't like to take shit from people, so I fought back, kicking hard and biting at the hand at my lips.
They solely tightened their grasp and forced me hard to the wall. The back of my head came it contact with the stone, and I grew dizzy a moment. The guys restraining me against the building blurred and distorted before coming back into focus. Though the light was dim from the street poles, there was a full bright moon out, and I could make out that one of the strangers was the one with whom I'd locked eyes with earlier in the night, the second one was a face I'd known from a previous concert.
He had black hair with red streaks, and his hair just touched the bottom of his ears. I made no sound as he withdrew his hand from my mouth, and the one with the lip ring grinned at me. He introduced himself as Satan (which obviously was a nick name) and his friend with the red streaks was Zygi.
Zygi leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You are extremely beautiful, and we would like to take you home with us."
I shrugged his head away from mine and said, "Thanks, but I'm not interested."
Satan lifted my face up to look into his and replied, "Oh, but it's not optional, you see, you will come with us, whether you oblige to or not."
I merely narrowed my eyes and jerked my face away. They laughed amusingly and proceeded to take me to their car. I drew a breath to scream, but Zygi evidently expected a little disagreement, for the fact that he stuck me with a sharp object, in all probability a knife. I shut my mouth and stopped struggling, while they opened the door and threw me in the back, with Zygi following me.
Satan walked around to the driver's side, and got in. Zygi had me face away from him while Satan threw him some cuffs, which Zygi persistently stuck on my wrists. Satan started the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot, and Zygi spun me around until I could feel his breath on the skin of my breasts, which were barely covered, because he took off my jacket.
"And where the hell do you think you're taking me, bastards?" Satan tapped the brakes and I flew forward a little, falling onto the floorboard. Zygi lingered over me with the knife, rubbing my cheek first, and then moved down to my lips.
I started to say something else, but he pricked my top lip with the tip, saying,"Shh, now baby, we going to a place where we can make all the racket we want. Satan here's wanted a little malevolent angel, like you. And he sure has intelligent eyes, finding you, a mystifying creature." He allowed me to speak, and I growled," Don't touch me again, fuck face."
The driver let out a witty laugh and commented, "Jeeze, Zygi, you're a real gentleman. She loves you already." Zygi just hissed between his teeth and grinned.
My mind was racing, 'Well, what the hell now?', I asked myself, 'you wait, that's what, then find the right moment and run.'
The car came to a sudden halt, and again, I was thrown forward. Satan opened the door on my side and tried to grab me as his friend pushed me out, but he wasn't ready and I crashed into him. I did my best to knock him over, my hands still behind my back from the cuffs, I was rewarded when he fell.
I took off over him, and three steps, I believe, when Zygi came airborne out of the car to capture me. Landing hard, I tried to roll over and get up, when Satan was standing directly over me. I didn't move, just glared up at him, while Zygi jerked me up until I was standing.
With the two walking me roughly to the cabin standing about 20 feet away, I tried to slow my heart down. Satan walked in front, and Zygi behind with a death grip on my hair. The door was opened and light switched off, I was thrown into pitch black onto something soft, perhaps a bed.
One of them tied a blindfold around my eyes, removed the metal manacles, and ordered me to not move. I listened intently to what they were doing, but I couldn't tell exactly.
"The click of a lighter? Drawers opening and searched through? For what?" I thought...
"What's wrong there, dark one" a ragged low voice inquired, and I guessed it was Satan.
The bed shifted, and I supposed that he was real close to me. Of course, I said nothing. Fingertips brushed my jaw, and I bit the hand that touched me. He didn't as much as grunt, just used his other hand to remove my blind. I blinked my eyes a few times, and then was looking straight into his profound black eyes, yawning windows of iniquity, and I glimpsed the wickedness behind his smile.
I felt in danger being just 6 inches from his face, and something rose inside my chest. My fear had taken over me completely, turning me into a frightened soul, but I tried to not let him know I was scared. I had to break the stare, turning my head away to face the rest of the room, which was now lit with quite a few candles.
Zygi was sitting on a chair not too far away, and the bastard smirked at the look I gave him.
'Where was the knife?' I wondered, 'did they put it down?'
As if Zygi read my mind, he tossed the knife on the edge of the bed out of my reach, but in Satan's long one. He stretched over me to retrieve it, and my breast brushed his arm. I shrank away and snarled defiantly, and he straddled my stomach with his knees.
I felt his hand at the top of my skirt, and then the cold metal of the blade. "Do you want me to stop?"
I nodded and bit my lip, gradually becoming more and more aroused.
"Too bad..." he said and started trailing the knife up my belly, cutting my blouse and my hands came up to prevent him from catching my skin.
He was faster than I, and had my arms pinned to my side as before, and asked Zygi to tie them to the posts of the bed. He had no need to restrain my legs, being that he was sitting over them. He slipped my shredded blouse out from under me, and removed my skirt as well, leaving me in my black bra, black thong and nets.
