Together Forever 8

Vision is blurred. Blotchy grey shapes, moving, swirling like ink spilled into water. Fucking head hurts. There's a jackhammer in my brain pounding my synapses. Ears are ringing. A high, shrill whine like a grenade has gone off. Wrists and ankles tied. Rope? No, plastic zip ties. Like the police use. But it's soft underneath. I'm on a mattress. A bed. Smooth linen on my bare back and ass. Bare? I'm naked. Why? I didn't go to bed naked. I never go to bed naked. Tied and naked, spreadeagle on a bed. My bedroom? Yes, I think it is. Vision is returning and I recognise my room. A messy room, full of books and comics and dirty clothes littering the floor. On the wall opposite there's a poster for Radiohead's In Rainbows, my favourite album. I've got it on vinyl, got all their albums on vinyl. Fuck, I'm hungry. Could just eat a sandwich--

Sudden stinging pain in my wrists. My arms were asleep but are now awake and I can feel the sharp plastic cutting into my flesh--oh fuck I'm tied to my bed.

Flatmates? My flatmates are in the rooms opposite, gotta get their attention. They can help me get free. Maybe it's a prank? Maybe they're the ones who've done this to me. A fucked-up joke. No, they wouldn't have. They've never pulled pranks on me before.

I shout--no, I scream. But nothing happens. No sound comes. Not even a whimper. There's... there's something in my mouth, pushed right back into my throat. A fabric, warm, choking me. Can't breathe. Breathe--through your nose. Your nose isn't blocked but you're panicking, so just stop struggling and breathe through your nose.

In and out. In and out. Inhale and exhale. I look down, yes, I'm definitely tied to the bed and I'm not dreaming. Cable ties securing my ankles and wrists to the bedposts, rubbing and sore. Trickles of blood down my forearm. Don't struggle or I'll accidentally bleed to death. And I'm naked, my cock and balls on full display. I've been kidnapped in my own bed, and they've stripped me.

Humming, someone's humming. Outside my room. I struggle again, attempting to make as much sound as I can, groaning and moaning, banging the headboard into the wall. The humming stops, I hear a faint giggle, then the humming starts again. Getting closer, closer. My captor, it must be. They're closing in, outside now. I can see shadows under the door. The knob turns, the hinges creak, light from outside seeps in. The humming is here, a song I recognise but can't remember the title of.

An eclipsed figure--a girl, I think--stands in the doorway. She smiles, sweetly, her small mouth curling upwards, then continues to hum. I know her... I'm pretty certain I know that face. From where, though, I don't know. My mind is still foggy and thinking hurts. But I know this girl, I'm certain of it. What I don't know, though, is why the fuck she's tied me to my bed.

I stop struggling, hoping that she's here to free me. But when she turns and locks the door behind her, I start fighting my restraints again.

She rushes over, 'Stop it. Please, Finn, stop it. You're gonna hurt yourself.' I see her now in full detail, but still don't remember who she is. She's about my age--eighteen--and is built small, almost fairy-like. She can't have been more than five-foot and was extremely slender. How did someone so tiny manage to entrap me? I'm probably three times the size of this girl. 'It's okay,' she says, 'I know the binds are tight, and I'm really sorry that it hurts.' She notices the blood dripping down my arm, 'Oh god... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. But please stop struggling. Try to stay still.'

I mumble behind the gag, asking what the hell is going on and who the fuck are you but only a groan comes out.

'What's that?' she asks, bringing her face closer to mine. Her long, sleek, raven-coloured hair falls over my chest. She smells nice. 'Oh crap, the gag. Yeah, I had to gag you. I'm so sorry, but you'd scream if I didn't.'

Damn right I'd scream, I've been tied up by some crazy bitch. I try to speak again, but she puts her finger to her mouth. 'Shush now. You're wasting all your energy and we need you to be awake, don't we?'

I ignore her. Start struggling and screaming behind the gag. She strokes my tear-stained cheek, how one would stroke a dying dog. She begs, 'Please, please, please stop struggling. I really don't wanna--' I move my head away from her hand, and see her expression change from concern to anger.

'So be it,' she spits and slaps me across the face. My vision flashes black for a moment, and before I can recover she slaps me again. 'I don't wanna have to hurt you. I love you, but please don't make me hurt you.'

My cheek flares in red hot pain, and for a moment, I forget about the binds cutting into my wrists. I grumble an insult at her.

She jumps up on the bed next to me, so light that the mattress hardly shakes. She's wearing one of my t-shirts--with the cover of Nine Inch Nails The Downward Spiral on it--but it's way too big and hangs loosely off her. I don't know if she's got anything on underneath it, but she's wearing black thigh high socks that stop just above the knee. I try not to stare but I can't help myself, and my cock twitches against my will.

'See something you like?' she smirks.

I look away from her, towards the door. Where the fuck are my flatmates?

'How about this? I'll remove your gag if you promise not to scream. Okay? Do you promise you won't scream?'

I nod quickly.

'Good boy. 'Cos if you're lying...' she reaches towards my bedside table and picks up a box cutter, the type with the retractable blade, '...I'll cut you.' She giggles hysterically and slides the blade up. A metallic click rings out. 'Do you understand?'

I nod again. Her eyes are big and blue and fucking crazy. She yanks the gag from my mouth and I start to inhale as much oxygen as I can. Air has never tasted so good.

'Did you like the taste of my panties?' she asks.

'W--what?' My voice is croaky and coarse.

'My panties?' she unfolds the gag and holds up a pair of black panties. 'Could you taste my pussy on them? I've been wearing them all day and I've been so wet.'

'W-who the fuck are you? What do you want? Please just let me go.'

'Finn? Seriously? It's me.'

I have no idea who this insane girl is.

'You don't recognise me...' she says, quietly, and I see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. 'It's me. Hailee. You know, from class?'

That's it. That's where I know her from. Fuck, I didn't even know her name until now. She always sits at the back and never talks to anyone. I don't think I've ever said a word to her, hell, I don't think I've ever looked at her for more than a second. Didn't even know her name was Hailee.

'What do you want with me?' I say, my eyes fixed on the shiny blade. 'You want money? Take it. My wallet is in my coat in the wardrobe. Take it all. Just please don't fucking hurt me.'

'I'm not here to hurt you. Like I said, I love you.'

'What the fuck are you talking about? You've tied me to the fucking bed.'

'This was the only way...' she says, solemnly. 'I had to drug you. That's why you may be feeling a bit woozy.'

'My flatmates? Where are they?'

She shrugs, embarrassed, 'I may have had to drug them too.'

'You're fucking insane,' I snap.

'Ah, ah, ah,' she says, holding the blade close to my cheek. 'What did I say?'

'Fucking hell... please, I'm sorry.'

'No, no, no, don't be scared...' she caresses my cheek, then leans in and nibbles around my ear and earlobe. Whispering, she says, 'I've loved you for so long, Finn. When you first walked into that classroom... I knew we'd be together. You're so perfect and handsome. I've sat behind you all year, watching you, fantasizing about you. You make me so wet... even in class. I've followed you home nearly every day these past months. I've watched you in bars with your friends, I've watched you read in that coffee shop you like. I've watched you flirt with that blonde bitch in the bookshop. That bimbo is a skank by the way, and she's no good for you... I am though. I'm perfect for you. And you're perfect for me.'

'You've been... following me?' I whimper. God, this bitch is crazy. She's gonna kill me and eat my heart or something, isn't she?

'Yes. You never saw me, did you? I'm so small and flexible I can hide in all sorts of places; places you'd never expect.' Continuing to lick at my face, she runs her hand down my chest, her agile fingers tapping gently just above my cock. 'You know, I've dreamt of this day for so long.'

'Please... just let me go,' I say, squirming as she runs the cool blade over my chest. 'I won't tell anyone. I promise I'll.. I'll forget this ever happened.'

'No. You won't.' She leans in and kisses me hard. Her soft tongue manages to break through my clenched lips, and I feel her vying for control against my own tongue. She tastes good, like really good, and suddenly I'm rock hard. I close my eyes tight and try to disappear into the darkness, but then I feel her small delicate hand wrap around my engorging shaft and I unwillingly let out a moan.

'You like that? You're such a good boy, Finn,' she purrs in between wet kisses, slowly wanking my cock. 'Don't fight it. Let me take care of you. I can make you feel so good. I'm better than that blonde cunt from the bookshop. She's a dirty, filthy, whore--you know, I bet she fucks a different guy every week. What the fuck do you see in her?' She stops stroking, but tightly squeezes my shaft. 'I asked you a question? What the fuck do you see in that slut?'

'She's sweet. And she's nice to me.' Gaining some confidence, I say, 'And she's not a fucking slut.'

'Oh, baby boy. You're so naïve. That skank is no good for you. I don't want you to see her anymore. You've got me now. And if I see you with her again... I'm gonna have to hurt her. She's pretty, but she won't be after I'm through with her. I'll make it so no guy will ever want her again.' She starts jerking me again, this time faster. 'You've got me now. I'm the only girl you'll ever need.'

Slowly, she glides her small frame down my body, kissing me as she does, still pulling me off. She stops at my neck for a moment and gently bites at my flesh. I wince in pain, and Hailee giggles, seemingly enjoying the pain she's delivered. 'You're lucky I'm not a vampire girl,' she whispers, moving down past my chest. Through the fabric of my NIN t-shirt, I feel her nipples rubbing against my belly as she moves down, the sensation going straight to my cock.

I try to compose myself--I need to figure a way out of these goddamn binds. I glance up, the plastic ties are still cutting into my flesh. I attempt to pull my wrist through the loop but can only get a few centimetres before a blistering pain stops me. Okay, one more go--

'Hey,' Hailee snaps, and my heart jumps. 'What did I say? Stop struggling. I don't want to have to cut you, especially when I'm so close to your perfect cock.' I look down. She's straddling my legs, her face resting on my upper thigh. When she speaks I can feel her hot breath on my shaft. 'Don't ruin it now. I wanna taste you.' She playfully twirls the boxcutter above my tall erection, then nonchalantly runs it up the skin of my inner leg. I shiver, terrified of the razor-sharp steel. I'm pretty sure that there's an important artery close to where she's teasing me. My heart is beating like a marching band drum.

'Be very still,' she croons softly and starts to suck tenderly on my cock. Her mouth is wet and warm and delicate, and the way she's using her tongue to lap at my tip feels fucking fantastic, making me clench up and bite on my bottom lip. 'That's it...' she says, 'just enjoy it. Let me make you feel good. My mouth was made for your cock, Finn.' She swallows me deeper, licking up and down my slick shaft, and with the hand not holding the boxcutter, she reaches up and fondles my balls. 'You're so full... you need this,' she says intensely, then goes back to gulping on my cock.

I moan and she moans in reply, the sound garbled around my cock. I bite the pillowcase to stop any more pleasured sounds coming out--I don't wanna give this whore any more satisfaction. But... maybe I should just try to enjoy it? I mean, she is cute... and she's a very talented cocksucker. Her moans are getting louder. I look down and see that's she's stopped fondling my balls and is now reaching between her legs and touching herself. It's the kinda view that most guys dream of waking up to--

No. You fucking idiot. This crazy bitch has tied you to a bed and is blowing you without consent. No consent. There's a name for what's happening to you right now... but you don't want to say it. It's RAPE. You're being RAPED by a crazy bitch who's also threatening you with a box cutter like the hijackers on 9/11--

She takes me further and I feel my tip brush against the back of her throat. She gags on my size but doesn't stop and she sticks her tongue out and grazes my balls. My fists tighten, and I'm thrown overboard into a euphoric ocean, falling deeper and deeper in pleasure. Soon I'm gonna hit the bottom and I'm gonna explode into this crazy rapist's mouth.

My cock jerks, so close to finishing--then she stops sucking. Instantly, my approaching orgasm is gone and I'm still rock hard, desperate for release. She looks up at me--her mouth and lips shiny with saliva and my pre-cum--and smiles devilishly. Crawling back up me, she chuckles like a fucking escaped mental patient. 'You think I'm gonna let you cum so soon. I didn't go to all this trouble for you to finish in my mouth.'

'Please... just let me go now,' I say, sapped of all my energy.

She cradles my head in her small hands and plants kisses all over my face. 'We're not done yet. But soon... soon I'll be yours and you'll be mine. We can be together forever.'

'W-why...? We hardly know each other.'

'No,' she hisses, and slaps me across the face again, though this time I'm too scared to react. The pain flashes then recedes quickly. 'I know everything about you, Finn,' she says in a shaky, unstable voice. 'I know your birthday. I know which hospital you were born at. I know where your parents live. I know where your sisters live. I know your favourite fucking drink is tequila and lemonade with a slice of lime or if they don't have tequila you'll have a rum and coke. I know everything about you. That's why we're perfect for each other. And soon you'll know everything about me. Soon you can meet my family and you can go on holiday with us and spend Christmas with us and it'll be fucking perfect!'

She moves back down my chest, straddling my hips. I feel my cock rub against her wet thigh. She raises her arms and pulls off the t-shirt, throwing it to the side. Her tits bounce slightly as she readjusts herself. They're small but round and perky, and seeing as the rest of her is so tiny, her modest bust size doesn't seem to matter too much.

'You like my tits, baby?' she asks desperately. She's crying now and her eyeliner runs down her face in black, inky streaks. 'I know you do. I've seen your internet history. I was so happy when I saw that you liked small breasted petite girls. It was another sign that we were made for each other.'

Before I can even comprehend how she knows all this, Hailee shuffles up to my dick and starts to stroke it, aiming it at her soaked pussy. She slaps it against herself, rubbing the shaft with her slit mockingly.

'Wait...' I say, shaking with anxiety 'if we're gonna do this... I've got condoms in the drawer.'

'Aww, baby, you're so cute' she says, leaning down and nibbling around my earlobe. 'Tell me, how are you gonna fuck a baby into me if you're wearing a condom?'

'No, no,' I say sternly, 'we're not--' Hailee clamps her hand over my mouth and holds the boxcutter to my throat. I feel the pointed tip digging into my jugular.

'Be quiet now, darling. Let me make you feel good again.' She rearranges her hips again and gently lowers herself onto my unprotected cock.

Immediately we both release moans of ecstasy. Hailee bites her bottom lip and starts to gyrate back and forth, still with her hand on my mouth. I groan, again falling into the ocean of sexual euphoria. I've never been inside a girl so tight and wet. Her cunt stretches and grips to my cock perfectly, like the last piece of a jigsaw finally being slotted into place.

'Mmmm... fuck...' Hailee squeals, speeding up her movements. 'Fuck me, daddy.'

My cock jerks inside her. I don't think I'm gonna last long.

'You like that when I call you daddy? Yeah, you do. When we're together I'll call you daddy all the time. I'll be your little slut. You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, daddy. You can choke me and hit me and punish me however you see fit. Use my mouth or my pussy for long as you want, or if you really wanna make me scream you can fuck my tight little asshole. I'll be your bratty cumwhore. Do you want that? Huh daddy? All those fucked up desires and fantasies you have? You can do them all to me when we're finally together. I'll be your fuckdoll. Do whatever the fuck you want to me. Make me cry. Make me hurt. Hold a fucking knife to my throat.' She cackles uncontrollably and pushes the edge of the blade harder into my neck, and for split second I feel a sharp sting and the warm release of blood. But then I forget all about it when I feel her pussy muscles clench around my throbbing cock and she starts to buckle and jerk her hips, moaning and babbling gibberish into my ear while tears stream down her face.

She continues to bounce up and down on my cock as she orgasms and I start to feel myself getting closer to the final destination. She whispers to me, 'Cum for me, baby. Cum for me. Be a good boy and cum for me. Fill my whore cunt up with your seed. I love you so fucking much, so fucking fill me with your cum like a good boy.'

I'm fucking up into her, despite the fact she's crazy and just cut my neck and I'm not wearing a condom, for some fucking stupid reason, I'm fucking my hips up into her.

'Good boy. I love you so much. Please cum, I want you to cum for me. Make me yours forever. Cum and we can be together forever. Mark me, daddy, I'm your fucking property.'

That's it. Over the edge of the ship and into the ocean and sink to the bottom of the ocean and break the seal. I scream when I let out the first surge of cum. So many fucking emotions running through my brain. Fear, pleasure, pain, shame, regret--all mixing into one and clouding my mind.

My orgasm is heavy and thick, and I feel my exploding cock inside this shaking, crazy, rapist girl, coating her cunt and cervix. As all this is happening, she starts again kissing me all over my face and neck, the blade still resting on my throat.

'Good boy,' she keeps repeating. 'you're such a good boy. I fucking love you so much. We're gonna be so perfect together. Breed me, baby. We're gonna be a family together.'

My cock jerks and throbs, erupting and shooting the final rush of my stolen seen deep into her. And then we both fall limp. She's lying on me, her petite body glistening and drenched in sweat. I too have gone limp, and for a moment it feels as if I'm dreaming. Maybe that's it. This was a dream or nightmare, and any second now I'm gonna wake up with cum stained pyjamas.

No, still here. There's still a crazed girl laying on me, breathing gently and mumbling incoherently to herself.

As my heart rate lessens, and I begin to breathe again, I feel the sting in my neck and the warm trickle down my shoulder. I grimace, convinced I'm about to now bleed to death when Hailee notices the blood too.

'Oh god no... I've hurt you again. Let me see, let me see. It's okay, it's only a tiny cut. I... I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, baby.'

'Please... can you cut me loose now? I've done everything you've asked. Please.' I snivel, feeling the warmth of tears rising behind my eyes.