When do I wake up from this Nightmare?!

Authors Notes:::

I had some long babble-induced word-fest to post here... But fuck it, this IS 'sick'. If you didn't read the Warnings it's your own damn fault.
Also any warnings listed that AREN'T covered in this chapter WILL be covered in the next. Just FYI. Things get worse from here. I just need to get around to writing it...

That noted? READ THE FUCKING WARNINGS!!!!!!!!!!!

IF you do NOT and your delicate 'sensibilities' are offended by it.
Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
If your review is just ragging on me for being "Yucky" Or "Sick", it will be deleted and YET ANOTHER poor defenseless young Mary-Sue will be fed to rabid dogs.
After of course several teenage boys have their way with her, play with knives and darts, give her to a goat and laugh at her expense.
AFTER all that she will be fed to rabid dogs. Kicking and screaming. It will be fun.

Also, redundant statement, but I'm trying to cover my ass on this. XD THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!! 220% FICTION. Got it? I would NEVER intend nor WANT it to be otherwise, this stuff is just TOO fucked up for that.

Did you read that part? Even so, read it AGAIN until you UNDERSTAND IT. If you need to get your mommy or daddy to translate, GO THE FUCK AWAY.

If you are still with me, feel free to read on! You may even have fun or enjoy it a little. ^.~ (That noted, I'm SICK of lengthy ANs, I HATE 'em. But annoying childish stalker brats from another site forced me to extrapolate a bit on this babble.)

"Fiction, children... Go look it up."




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Paul sighed, leaning back against the railing overlooking the beach. As it turned out, the boardwalk was seeming like it was going to be boring as hell tonight... He hated nights like that, it annoyed him to no end to spend a whole night doing jack shit. Especially this night.
Marko had run off after some chick he'd been chasing for the last few nights, David and Dwayne were off dealing with some shit Max kept whining about.
He supposed he should at least be thankful that they were dealing with that and hadn't felt the need to drag him along.


But he hated being bored! Especially after a good feed, which he'd been sure to get just in case he found some girl to chase, he could have still done so and followed through without, but he found that aside from the freaky goth chicks, his usual preference when it came to chicks avoided him if he was cold from not feeding.

... Though some of those goth chicks were crazy little hellions in bed! He grinned to himself, thinking back to the last one he'd drug off to a cheap hotel room, she'd kept him busy for a good five... Six hours..?


And of course, she'd tasted so sweet, too... Faintly like the cute little clove cigarettes she would smoke every chance she got.
He pushed away from the railing, deciding that perhaps tonight he might have better luck checking a few other places around the Boardwalk, after all, some of the best girls avoided 'their' section of the Boardwalk and beach. So waiting around wouldn't do him much good in that case.

He thought about all this as he prowled the Boardwalk, glancing around at the various people and familiar sights with mild interest, scanning the crowds for just the type he was looking for... Did he want a blond? Even if they were nice, in look they usually reminded him of those uppity bitches from Hollywood and Beverly Hills, and as much as he liked to screw 'em, he hated those bitches most of all... But because of that they were his favored prey when he was in one of his moods like tonight, because if he went after one of them he wouldn't feel bad at all later... Sometimes he would, sometimes a particular sweet thing would stay in his mind for a few weeks, sweet only slightly regret filled memories.

The other Boys mocked him for it from time to time, but he knew they all had their own 'type', the kind of prey that would make them sit back afterward, smoke a joint and leave them with nearly guilty memories for the next week.
Paul was very much in one of those moods tonight. He wanted to find some sweet relatively innocent thing and ruin her. He wasn't always like that, but it happened fairly often... He would get just the right mix of bored and horny, it helped if something was irritating him, and he'd go in search of some poor thing to corrupt.
He slowed his steps to a much more casual walk once he reached the far end of the Boardwalk, he paused and sniffed the air lightly, testing it almost, convinced he could nearly taste what he was looking for.



He couldn't, but that didn't stop his self-delusions, and since they very often proved correct he kept them.
He very nearly started to think that this night might prove to be the exception to his rule when he heard a quiet sound from down toward the beach, a quiet sigh followed shortly by a sniffle. He grinned to himself and started off toward the sound, slowing to a very casual pace as he did, not wanting to seem like he was hunting for the poor thing when he came across her, needing it to seem like a surprise event.
The sand crunched quietly under his booted feet, though it took a bit of effort to make it so, he saw the outline of a small girl on the beach, she was apparently looking out across the waves.

"Hey..." His voice was quietly curious as he got close enough to her for her to hear, she startled anyway and spun around to face him, though he had taken care not to shock her he quickly saw why she had been too distracted. She was crying.
His breath caught as he looked her over, she looked somewhere around 16 or so, her curves were all still soft, She looked and dressed a bit old for her age, but he was good at telling girls real ages, so he could tell she was younger than she was wanting to look... He wouldn't know for sure until he got a chance to taster her of her true age, however. The girl was petite, very petite, he was guessing she was under 5 feet tall, and she had once likely had a nicely athletic build, but clearly she'd had a rough last few months as she was far skinnier than she should have been, though the most breathtaking part about her, aside from her soft sunshine colored hair, pale skin, and blue-green eyes was the look of pure and undiluted emotional pain and sorrow in her eyes... Though from experience Paul could already guess the cause as something family related, but he asked anyway, his voice innocently curious and slightly concerned. "I didn't mean to startle you... What's wrong, chica?"



The girl sniffled again and wiped the tears from her eyes, forcing a grin as she did and trying to act like it was nothing, "Y-you didn't... It's ok..." She looked down at the sand, probably trying to mentally will the strange boy to go away and leave her alone, "N-nothings wrong... I was just..." She trails off.
He tilts his head and regards her, curious polite 'well meaning' concern reflected in his eyes, pouring on the charm, "Nothing, huh? ... So what 'Nothing' leaves a beautiful little bit of thing like you alone out here crying..?" Apparently Paul's soft caring tone and concern are all it takes to encourage her to cry all the more and tell her 'tragic' tale, for she starts to wail and cry, looking like she wants to scoot closer for comfort, but stopping before she does, some little bit of common sense holding her back for now as she sobs, "I-I'm sorry! I don't... Don't normally do this..." She sniffles and calms herself slightly, enough to talk a bit more, "I just... I've been on the stupid street for over a month, I don't know what to do, how to get a job or food or anything! ... And... And, some scary guy stole my last few bucks and threatened to..!" She trails off looking pained and slightly scared for a moment, murmuring the rest quietly "... He said he wanted to do horrible things to me...".
Paul kneels down patiently and lets her calm herself so she can continue.


"I Don't know what to do..." She sniffles again, "I had a bad fight with my mom and dad, they said never to come back if I walked out! And I don't know what to do... If I'd have known all this was so horrible... I don't know..." She forced a bitter slight smile, "I guess cleaning up after Mom's annoying pure breed Dalmatians and horses every day wasn't THAT bad... But I can't go back now!"

Paul made a quiet concerned noise, though in the back of his mind he was grinning wickedly in triumph, this was EXACTLY the kind of little bitch he was fond of.
"Wow that sounds... I'm sorry girlie..." He faked a very concerned frown as he sat down next to her, "I dunno if I can do anything to help... But if it'll cheer you up I could at least buy you a cheeseburger and a shake or something..." She looked him over at his offer, slightly guarded at first, but when he made no mention of anything else she relaxed quickly, as-is she already found him charming, and he seemed innocent enough...
"Sure..." She smiled slightly, an actually honest expression of slight happiness as she wiped away the traces of her tears again. "I'm Keysain, Heh, My friends used to call me K or Key for short... What's your name..?"
Paul smiled at her acceptance of the offer and slowly stood up, offering her a hand to help her stand, one she gladly took, "I'm Paul... What made you pick Santa Carla to go to?" He helped her to stand and then led her back toward the Boardwalk so they could find her something to eat.


"Well, I remember some friends of mine in school... They told me this place was pretty cool, had lots of fun job opportunities and cheap apartments..." There was an obvious hesitation there when she said 'in school' that made Paul wonder again about her age.
"Not so much luck with either, huh? ... Apartments are only cheap if you wanna screw the landlord, and the work isn't much better unless you deal drugs... or some shit..." He faked slight disdain at that, knowing she would probably like it best. She did.
"Yah, no kidding! It was horrible... I mean. I would NEVER do some of that stuff, I mean just the thought!" She cringed slightly and crinkled her nose, her outraged tone indicating profound innocence, and Paul found that sexy as hell.
He adopted a playful joking tone, "Never, huh? So ya mean you never even..?" He was briefly reminded of his High School days at the tone he got as he teased her about that, though he quickly grinned and added. "Not that that's a bad thing, 's pretty admirable of you if you haven't..."
She giggled nervously and looked away, blushing brightly, and that gave him answer enough. If she wasn't pure it was a damn close thing, no way could a girl this innocent have had a guy more than once or twice before!




"Oh, hey! Pizza... Is that ok instead?" She grinned meekly pointing to a stand that sold pizza by the slice, "I kinda prefer cheese, I don't really like meat..." She frowned cutely.


Paul REALLY had to fight not to laugh at that one, though by her look he was sure he at least had looked amused, "Nah... I grew up in Texas." He lied so well sometimes. This was one of those times. "So I dunno about any of that..." He paused to pretend to think about it, "But if you mind, I can skip the pepperoni this time." He grinned and she couldn't do anything but laugh at his antics.
"Ok, I suppose I'll let you slide this once..." She joked.
"Anything for a pretty girl." He whispered to her charmingly before stepping over to order their slices of pizza, leaving her standing there blushing.


If she kept up with the blushing, he was going to have to fight not to just drag her sweet tight ass off then and there, as-is damn near every-time she did he got hard. He had a weakness for girls that blushed easily, it was a big turn on for him. Thankfully his pants were uncomfortably tight and she never seemed to think to 'look', or she might have noticed just how much her blushing was effecting him.


He brought the pizza slices and drinks over to a table a little ways away, he had ordered a sprite and a cola, she wound up taking the sprite happily before pouncing hungrily on her pizza slice, he watched her eat for a few minutes, only taking a few bites out of his own pizza. Once she was done with hers she turned her attention to his and regarded it with puppy eyes, he grinned and offered it to her, when she protested he told her he'd had food earlier and she was all too happy to accept thereafter.


He pulled one of his special hand rolled 'cigarettes' from his pocket and lit it up as he waited for her to finish off the other slice, taking a deep drag off it and holding it for a long moment before exhaling. It amused him that she didn't seem to notice when every time he could he exhaled the smoke toward her, she was too focused on her pizza.


She DID finally notice just as he was lighting the second one, though she quickly and foolishly mistook it for an actual cigarette, and he was all too happy to let her assume that when she asked to share it. He let her have most of it all while making it look as if he was smoking more of it.


They sat and talked about the inanities of life for a bit, burning through a few more joints and a few more rounds of ordered sodas. He had way too much fun making her blush as he found out little things about her, like her real father was from Hawaii, she preferred to be vegetarian, she liked horses and school... Useless shit like that.


He played along all too happily, thinking back to his school days from time to time as he waited for the THC to kick in, knowing that once it did he would be able to invite her back to 'his place' pretty effortlessly.



That time came and went, he politely pointed out that she was seeming quite tired, and he offered to let her crash back at his place, promising to let her sleep on a twin bed in one of the spare rooms, and she accepted the offer without much hesitation, just as he was sure she would.


He led her back to his Motorcycle and helped her climb on behind him, making sure to pull her close and help her wrap her arms around him to hold on, she tensed up and shivered against him when he started the motor and revved it loudly several times, he heard her sigh quietly in pleasure and reminded her to hang on before taking off, speeding away from the boardwalk, he chuckled at her tightening her arms around him at the speed of his driving.


He felt the moment when she realized she had NO idea where he was taking her and that he had told her nothing about him, she tensed up and he could smell the slight tantalizing scent of her fear as she considered it all, he tensed a bit, hoping she wouldn't jump off and make him go after her, but she didn't and he relaxed.


Though when he finally pulled to a stop and knocked down the kickstand at the top of the bluff she looked around and again he could smell her fear spike as she jumped off the bike and tried to take off running, though he was right behind her, she only made it about 3 feet before he caught up to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against him tightly, though she squeaked in fear and immediately started trying to claw and punch him.
He froze and growled in pain when she kneed him in the groin, but the pain just made him tighten his grip on her arms painfully, likely leaving bruises as he spun her around roughly, pinning her arms behind her.


She started to cry as he held her hands painfully behind her back in one hand, quickly fishing a pair of heavy metal handcuffs from his pocket and snapping them tightly around her wrists, pinching her delicate skin as he did. The cuffs in place he brought his other hand up to her neck, pressing hard to the pulse-points on either side of her neck, holding tightly to them and holding her close enough that she couldn't kick him again, her sharp nails scratching at his stomach not doing much aside from irritate him.



He held her until she passed out cold, at which point he picked her up and tossed her over one shoulder, carrying her quickly down and into the cave he and the other Boys called 'home'. He lit a few of the barrels for light and then carried her deeper into the back caves to what was his 'private room' for when he wanted to bring girls home, either like this or more willingly.


Once there he dropped her down onto the bed unceremoniously, using his lighter to light several of the candles in his room before moving back over to her to wake her up.
He knelt over her, pressed a light kiss to her mouth before slapping her lightly several times. "Wake-y wake-y little Chickie..." He chuckled and sat back on his heels as she started to awaken, her remembered fear making the process all the quicker, her heart rate spiking as the all-to-recent memory flashed to mind.
"Wha?! What the hell? Why are you doing this, let me go!" She wailed, her voice shrill, tears already starting to form at the corners of her eyes.
"I can't very well do that... I chased you and caught you, I did you a favor, but now you have to return it, okay girlie?" He reached out to caress her cheek lightly, "And you can either like it and be a good girl, or don't... I don't care, really..."
"B-But, WHY?!?" She was crying in earnest now, her tears starting to make her carefully applied mascara and eyeliner run.
"... Because honestly? I'm a bad man. I do bad things. I LIKE to do them... But mostly, you just caught me on a bad night." He shrugged and offered her a mild grin as he pulled a switchblade out of his jacket pocket, before slipping out of his jacket and dropping it to the floor near the bed.


She regarded him with fear, her eyes getting impossibly wide as he flicked the release for the blade, she immediately shrieked and started to try and squirm again, futilely trying to fight or kick at him, but he just straddled her hips and pressed down with one palm on the center of her chest, an evil grin now on his face, "Girlie, you put up a fuss like that and I'll probably cut you..." He trailed the razor sharp edge along her shoulder, severing one of the straps to her tank-top and bra effortlessly, "Now I don't actually want to cut you up... Especially not in any delicate places... But I might if you make me slip..." She whimpered at that but finally lie still, squeezing her eyes shut as she did.


He let her keep them shut for now as he slowly cut off her clothes, first just her top and shorts, then carefully taking his time, cutting away her panties and bra, tossing aside the now useless bits of cloth. As she lie there so still he set aside the blade, quickly working free his belt buckle and unbuttoning his pants, after a few minutes she hadn't felt him do anything so she cautiously opened her eyes, quickly squeezing them closed again when she caught sight of him stroking his long hard cock, she whimpered again in fear, he knew she was probably imagining what was to come next, some part of her mind was probably insisting the ever common 'that will never fit anywhere in me!' that most every innocent girl thinks.


He sighed quietly to himself, he was mildly surprised the girl wasn't babbling insanely in fear yet, once again he picked up the knife, trailing it across the girl's body, up across the delicate curve of her shoulders, down across her breasts, carefully tracing the tip around her nipples, intentionally nicking one with the sharp tip, delighting in the girl's yelp of pain and the scent of her blood. The girl shivered in pain and fear, trying to twitch back away from the knife as he trailed it down farther, backing up slightly so he could trail it across the soft mound of her sex, for this he let go of his dick so he could reach down and pull apart the lips of her vagina, carefully ticking her clit with the very tip of the blade, the girls horrified yelp and whimpers were music to his ears.


"So, girlie... You ever been fucked before?" He asked the panicked girl, she refused to reply at first, so he carefully slid the tip of the blade into her opening, the razor sharp edge cutting her very slightly and making her scream loud and shrill, "Might wanna answer me or the first thing you feel in you will be all six inches of this knife... After that you won't be feeling much." He pulled the blade back, waiting for her to catch her breath and calm a bit, he'd actually done that once... Spent a week with one girl, fucking her every way known to man, and a few that weren't. He'd ended her life pretty messily, but she'd climaxed even with the knife stuck in her like that, it had been pretty amazing. He could still get off to the memory. It was one he'd have to repeat someday... Maybe try to tape it or something next time... Then again, that girl had been pretty fucked up when it came to actually enjoying pain, and that level of pain kink was hard to find...


But not on this girl, not unless she pushed him.


After a bit she found her voice, "N-no!! Don't.... P-Please don't do that again... I-I'm a... I've never been with a guy..." She blushed brightly, a whimper still in her shrill voice, "Only one girl in grade school... And that barely counted, we-we just kissed!" He grinned at that.
"Good." If he hadn't been so bored or worked up, he probably would have taken his time with her, made her like it first, but that wasn't what he was in the mood for. He wanted to hear her scream.


But... He leaned down and kissed her again, lightly and full of passion and lust, making the kiss at least everything a girls first kiss should be, everything every girl dreamed it would be, and he held it, literally taking her breath away with it, though after a moment she hesitantly returned the kiss, but after a few minutes she began to fight to pull back, needing air. He held the kiss, forcing it roughly until she started to squirm, trying to force him away so she could breathe.


He pulled back to let her, flicking the switchblade closed and setting it well out of her reach as he let her catch her breath for a moment, taking his dick back in hand as she did, stroking it. "Now, this... Is probably going to be uncomfortable... Try to relax." He grinned evilly, "Oh, and don't be afraid to scream... No one will hear you."


He let go of his dick slowly, she tried to squirm away ineffectually, he grabbed her legs roughly, pulling them apart even though she tried to keep them together, he chuckled as she fought him, but as an end result he just let her keep her legs together, shoving them up over one of his shoulders as he crawled up as close to her as possible, she yelped and jerked away when he positioned himself at her opening, the tip of his dick rubbing against it where it was visible between her legs, he dug his fingertips roughly into her hips, making her yelp as he left bruises there, her yelp quickly turning to a scream when he jerked her back against him, thrusting himself fully into her in one brutal motion. She screamed and cried all the harder through it, and he just ground his hips against her ass, loving the feel of her impossibly tight virgin heat, he'd felt her innocence break as he entered her and it made him groan quietly in pleasure at the slight resistance, it left him feeling slightly dazed, something akin to a mild alcohol buzz. He never got tired of that feeling!


He waited just a second for a little bit of her virgin blood to seep out, doing a little to lubricate the way, but he loved the feel of it as he pulled out of her near completely before slamming back in as deeply as he could, causing her to scream in pain once more, he 'teased' her like this a good few more times before setting to a much quicker brutal pace, fucking her violently.
After a while she started to relax and try to ride out the pain, a blissful expression on her face even though she still screamed in pain, tears streaming down her face. When she relaxed enough he pried her legs apart and put one up over each of his shoulders, the position allowing him to fuck her all the harder and deeper, she yelped and tried to squirm away, managing to kick Paul in the face as she did, he yelped and covered his now bleeding nose with both hands for a second before lunging forward to grab her with a feral snarl.


"Little bitch. I might have let you start to enjoy it, but fuck that shit..." He drug her back across the bed, pulling her toward him once more, not caring as he dripped blood onto both her and the bed. He rolled her over viciously, pulling her back and shoving her down onto her knees, using some of his superhuman strength to keep her there even in spite of her squirming and pleading to be let go, when he spit into his hand and moved it to rub the wetness into the crease of her ass, lightly lubricating her small tight rosette, she froze and started to beg him not to, crying all the harder and pleading, he positioned himself at her ass, rubbing the head of his cock against it.


"PLEASE!!! Anything but that, I'll be quieter... O-Or louder... I'll even try to suck it if you want just... Just NO!" Her voice broke as she begged him loudly, he paused, pretending to consider it, and she relaxed a little, thinking he might not, but he was just waiting for her to think he wasn't going to, in reality he was going to fuck her every way he wanted and there wasn't anything she could do about it.


He thrust his hips forward brutally, burying over half his rock hard length in her equally virgin ass, making her yowl like a tortured cat, he pulled back a bit and thrust forward, forcing the way violently, not caring when he felt something in her tear a bit as he worked himself fully into her ass, the whole time the girl was sobbing hysterically and screaming as quickly as she could draw the breath. He grit his teeth and growled as he pulled back, slamming his length fully into her, the small tears he was making in taking her so violently bleeding just enough to start to lubricate her anal passage, easing the way slightly, though if the kept as tense as she was for too long, she would wind up doing more damage to herself. He had the half thought to tell her to relax, let her know that if she didn't he might very well cause some lasting damage... But since he wasn't planning on letting her live more than a few days at most, he didn't care.


Though as he viciously thrust into her tight ass, he could tell her muscles were getting tired, he still felt it every time he caused a tiny tear inside of her, but shortly she would relax and that pain at least would calm. He pulled out and thrust back in again, his own body tense from the nearly painful tight heat of her ass, very nearly painful because of how tense she was... So when her muscles finally gave up fighting to stay tense and relaxed in spite of the girl's defeated wail of protest, Paul moaned quietly in relief, it had been heaven feeling her so tight clenched around him, but after a while the friction and pressure would in fact start to hurt, he knew, so he was glad of her muscles tiring.



He spent a good few minutes longer working on relieving his tension, fucking her ass hard and fast, a light sweat beading across his body, making his clothes stick to him. In irritation he let her go with one hand, quickly pulling his net top off over his head with one hand, dropping it to the floor to join his jacket.


The girl had now quieted slightly, just whimpering and keening occasionally in pain, now that her body had relaxed a bit against her will, her body at least was starting to enjoy the treatment, even though her mind was screaming at the injustice of it all, he loved this part. He pulled out of her ass, smirking and slapping one of her ass cheeks in satisfaction at the sight of a small trickle of blood seeping from her tight hole.


"Not bad, girlie... " He chuckled to himself, "Less damage than I thought I was doing..." She whimpered a bit louder at his tone as he rolled her over, the look in her eyes begging the same question she had earlier asked, 'Why?!', he bit his bottom lip at her look, letting his fangs sharpen just enough to draw his own blood.


"You're still holding to some futile hope that I don't mean this, that this is all a dream?" She looked a bit hopeful at his words, but that just made him laugh, "Yah right, girlie... You religious?" He grinned evilly at his own inquiry, the look getting even more wicked at her hesitant nod and murmur of affirmation.


"Then where were you when they were telling all the 'good girls' not to play with the devils own?" His look was downright demonic at that, and when he shifted fully to vamp mode the girls horrified scream was a sound that he'd remember for weeks. He just tilted his head back and laughed, enjoying her terror so much he let her crawl half way off the bed before returning his attention to her.


"Where do you think your going?! I sure as hell ain't done with you..." He crawled over and grabbed her by the hair, making her voice break and waver in pain as he pulled her back toward him by a handful of her shimmering sunlight colored hair. He pulled her close, leaning over to snag the switchblade again as he did, flicking it open and letting her see it before shoving her down so her face was level with his groin, not bothering to shift back and just smirking evilly down at her, "Girlie, I don't expect you to have any talent, but I'm sure you know what to do with it." He trailed the sharp point of the switchblade along her shoulder again, trailing it up across the side of her face, making her flinch back away from it violently.


"Suck it... And if I feel teeth at all, even by accident..." He trailed the point of the blade across her temple, pressing in just hard enough to draw a single drop of blood and make her whimper with desperation, "I feel teeth and we'll just see how much bone this blade can go through, ok?" She looked all the more horrified at that, whimpering constantly, "So... Are you going to be a good girl for me?" The words had barely left his mouth and already she was nodding desperately and leaning forward, though she was very clearly disgusted with where his dick had just been, she still licked along the length hesitantly, her nose crinkled up with distaste and Paul chuckled, his amusement made her freeze briefly in indignant rage, but after a moment she carefully took his length in one hand, lightly working it like she had seen him do with his own hands, licking the tip like a lollipop.


He sighed, his dick twitching in pleasure and making the girl startle, though slightly encouraged by the action she awkwardly took the head of his dick into her mouth, sucking lightly.


"Mmm, good..." He murmured his approval, moving the knife away from her fractionally, his hand resting on her shoulder, pressing the hilt of the blade into her skin and making her freeze again, when she did he moved his other hand to hers on his length, carefully prying her hand away and murmuring for her to take it deeper. He growled quietly when she took just under half his length into her mouth before shuddering and jerking back, clearly fighting back her gag reflex. He smirked knowingly at this, "'s ok, girlie... Relax... Calm down and breathe..." He moved his free hand to the back of her head, pushing her down on his length encouragingly, she glanced up at him fearfully but fought to take in more of his length, this time when she started to gag he held her, his sharp nails digging into the back of her neck, forcing her down on his length to force her past the gag reflex, and once he found the right point her body's instinct took over, forcing the girl to swallow, which just let him shove the full of his length down her delicate throat. She whimpered and tried to yelp around his length, but the vibration just made him groan and close his eyes in bliss, after a moment she started to squirm and whimper all the louder, needing air, he kept his eyes closed and smirked evilly, enjoying the smell of her fear combined with the feel of her throat clenching around his cock. She tried to bring her hands up to claw at his legs, but the handcuffs prevented her from reaching.


He let up on his hold just enough for her to pull back half way, "Breathe through your nose, girl... And relax..." He murmured roughly and then pushed her back roughly onto the full of his length, forcing her to take it all in, careful not to hurt her too much as he roughly fucked her face, letting her pull back a bit before roughly shoving her back down. After a little bit she started to pick up on his rhythm and actually tried to be helpful, whimpering as she gave in. He knew from experience that she was hoping to endear herself to him, hoping to charm him into thinking she was a bit more willing so he would go easier... But that just annoyed him anymore, it was insincere, and when she looked up at him, trying to look cute and sexy, but still radiating terror and the delightful scent of fear, he smirked and pulled her roughly against him, forcing her to take all of his length unexpectedly and making her choke and sputter, he growled at her annoyed look and shoved her back on her ass.


The girl yelped as her arms were pinned behind her, twisting her wrist violently and making her cry again, though since he didn't hear it break he pulled her unceremoniously back toward him, while she was still squirming in pain he positioned himself between her legs once more, she barely had tome to gasp as he thrust himself into her wet heat, the sharp intake of breath was all she could manage as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her against him, holding her in a mockery of a loving pose, as he ground his hips against hers, making her bite back a yelp as he ground against her bruised sex, he brought the hand with the switchblade around, trailing it across her shoulder, this time not caring when he drew blood, digging it deeper across her shoulder, above her collar bone, and trailing it down more shallowly, leaving mirrored deeper cuts just above her slightly puffy nipples.
He then set the knife out of her reach, his other hand holding tight to her uninjured shoulder, his mouth closing over the cut on her shoulder so he could lick at the wound, tasting her blood.


His grip on her shoulder giving him better leverage to thrust hard into her, at the taste of her blood he felt a familiar tensing that started between his shoulders and inched ever downward, the feeling making him growl loudly in annoyance as much as pleasure, he had wanted this all to last a bit longer than this, though it had lasted a good hour at least already.

Ultimately the pleasure won out, and he thrust into her hard and fast, his sharp nails digging roughly into her shoulder and back, drawing points of blood as he violated her, the pain making her finally start screaming again, which just helped to kick his enjoyment of it all that much higher.

He thrust into her violently, slightly disappointed that he had waited and let her virgin blood fully lubricate her, it had felt better without, but she was still tight enough that it was sinfully good, her recently deflowered cunt was tight anyway due to her age, so wet or not, it didn't matter too overly much, he just loved the extra friction.



She squirmed and he growled again, holding her tighter, his thrusts getting more forceful and slightly erratic as his balls tightened, as if realizing what was about to happen her eyes got wide and she began to babble in fear, something about not wanting him to come there because she wasn't on birth control.

He didn't care since that wasn't an issue, even if he did let her live for some stupid reason. She didn't know that though and her panicked squirms were just aiding in his enjoyment of it all.

He gave in and let himself bite deeply into her shoulder, his fangs digging deeply as he came, shooting his slightly cool seed deep inside her tight cunt even as her blood filled his mouth.

He let out a low moan of pleasure at it all, greedily drinking down her still innocent fear laced blood, though not wanting to kill her yet, once he came back to, he loosened his grip on her and bit the tip of his tongue, swiping it across the bite marks before pulling back after only a few gulps. He let some of her blood drip from his bottom lip as he pulled back, changing back to his normal appearance with a sated devious look on his face, she jerked back as her own blood dripped on her chin and chest, recoiling from it and whimpering as he sat up.


"A-are you... W-will you... C-can I go soon..." She whimpered, still terrified but slightly hopeful still... He smirked, he'd break her of that soon.

"... Perhaps..." He pulled back, sighing quietly to himself at the loss of her tight wet heat wrapped around his dick as he as he slid it out of her, "We'll see, won't we, sweetness?" He smirked and scooped up his dropped switchblade before she could notice it and edged over to the edge of the bed, standing up and half-heartily zipping the fly of his jeans before swiping his jacket off the floor, carrying it with him to sit down in a near by chair, at which point he searched his jacket pockets for one of his joints.

Finding one, he quickly lit it and took a long drag off it, smirking as he watched some of the fear start to slowly fade from the girl on his bed at him being a bit farther away, the girl started to relax back onto the bed helplessly as he sat back to enjoy his joint.


After a few long moments, he'd finished his joint and sat there thoughtfully, his little 'Key' had fallen into a fitful very light sleep, the blood loss and THC in her system making her extra tired on top of the exhaustion from the trauma.

Paul smirked as he considered what to do with her, he knew he wanted to end her life in a memorable way, perhaps something like the girl who had had the knife kink, this girl's apparent fear of knives might make an interesting counterpoint to it for his memory...


But at a loss for what to do with her for the moment, he just enjoyed looking her over for a moment... Then he got an idea.


~Marko... You busy, dude?~ He sent the equivalent to a mental whisper to his friend. There was a bit of a pause before he got a reply.

~Heh... Not anymore... Just finished up entertaining my girl for the night, What'd ya want?~ Paul chuckled.

~I dunno...~ He looked up at the girl sprawled out on his bed, napping fitfully and sprinkled with blood and sent the mental image to his friend.

~Got any ideas on what I should do about this sweet little thing?~There was a lengthy pause from Marko.

~WHAT?! How in the nine hells did you manage to catch THAT bitch?! ... She's been stalking me for over a week, interrupting my nights with Jenny because she seems to have some obsession with me or some shit...~ Paul laughed quietly at Marko's tone.

~Natural talent, my friend... Natural talent.~ Paul was pretty smug about that, he had an innate talent for snagging girls, even David was sometimes impressed.

~Screw. You.~ Marko snarled at him mentally.

~You wanna share her? I'd love to give that bitch a piece of my mind...~

~Yah, if you get your ass back here before she wakes up...~ He smirked, mentally laughing at Marko.

~Five god damn minutes... Less.~ Marko's tone was very matter-of-fact. It made Paul snort at him.



Opting to wait in a more enjoyable way, Paul fished another joint from his jacket and lit it up, the others sometimes chided him for smoking so much, but in reality he did it for nights just like this.

Mortal guys had a problem smoking and fucking, it was usually one or the other since the stuff desensitized you a bit... But as a Vampire he found that it just made it so he lasted a good bit longer, taking 20 minutes of fun and making it an hour or more on average... He wore out more girls that way.


He stood up quietly and started pacing in agitation after a few minutes, watching the girl on the bed squirm slightly in her sleep was making him horny again.

Not that it took much to get him started wanting it, some nights he bitched David out for not warning him that he'd be stuck as an 18 year old for eternity. He loved it and wouldn't trade it even for 100 virgins... Or 100 good whores for that matter, but some nights it was exhausting and irritating!

He spun to face the door at the sound of a quiet chuckle from that direction, but he relaxed instantly at seeing that it was just Marko standing there leaning against the arched 'doorway'.


"Fun times, man... What's her name? ... And... " Marko stepped a bit closer and looked the girl over, "You just start on her?" They could both smell her blood, Paul knew, as well as everything else.

Marko hid a wicked grin behind his hand, chewing his nails thoughtfully. "How'd she take it?"

Paul shrugged, "Some stupid K name, Goes by 'Key'..." He chuckles, "She screams real loud..." He grinned at Marko, "'N she's just a bit younger than you were... Completely inexperienced though, 'n she bleeds pretty easy if you're too rough..." Most didn't like that kind of thing, but Paul did, Marko frowned thoughtfully then grinned."Mind if I have a bit of alone time with her, huh?"

Paul grinned and shrugged, "Go ahead, just 'call' when you want me to come back. And no killing her. I get that right." The last was a low growl, but Marko nodded respectfully at it, though flashing a feral grin of his own. At that Paul nodded, smirking as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving the girl to her fate at Marko's hands.


Marko moved over to the bed silently, looking the petite girl over thoughtfully, already imagining her creatively bound with rough rope, even as he searched Paul's room for the supplies he wanted. He found the rope in a box in the corner, and assorted other supplies were in a box under a pile of collected skin mags, he carefully and quietly set the rope, some vicious looking nipple clamps, and a few candles on the bed.


That all arranged he lightly crawled onto the bed and over to the girl, where he lightly started caressing the side of her face, coaxing her awake gently, she startled pretty immediately and snapped awake, sitting up and glancing around in fear, her gaze immediately falling on him and making her scramble to try and pull sheets over herself.


"W-Who are you?!" She whimpered quietly, "And where's the guy who... Where's Paul?!" She asked warily, Marko smiled and tried to radiate calming reassurance."I'm Marko... You're K, right?" He kept his voice calm and gentile, where as to Paul had the ability to lure pretty things off by themselves, Marko could calm them, even when they were panicked.



She started to relax, lulled by his calm, gentile tone and demeanor, "Y-yah... I-... My F-friends call me 'Key'..." She was still wary of him, but quite a bit quieter. Marko reached out and gently caressed her shoulder, "Paul was pretty rough with you, huh?" The girl nodded shakily.

"He gets that way sometimes... He's not always like that, sometimes he's pretty nice...""... Like you..?" She asked quietly, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

"... Sometimes..." She seemed to immediately pick up on his hesitance to respond.

"... But You just want to-..." She choked on her own words, starting to cry, "You're just here for the same reasons he was, aren't you??!" She accuses quietly between tears.

"Girl, you should have thought of that before you started stalking me... It's not nice to stalk a guy and interrupt carefully planned nights he has with another girl." She looks fearful at that, more tears coursing down her cheeks like small tragic waterfalls. This however just made him hide a grin behind one hand again.

"Don't worry though, girlie, I just want to make you look pretty first... Ok? ... And I'll be more gentile than he was, I promise... You might even like it a bit..."


She hiccups and shivers in fear, calming slightly by his influence even as she feels herself resign and accept her fate in this matter, she wipes at hear tears and tries to calm herself, he can very nearly hear her telling herself to calm down and take it like a woman, reminding herself that this kind of thing happens to girls every day and they live through it, so clear is her desperate expression of trying to bolster her courage. It just makes him smile and lean in to kiss her lightly, which she accepts without returning.


"Aww, girlie, I'm going to be nice to you, can't you at least play along for me for it?" Truthfully, it didn't always do it for him if the girl was completely fighting it, he liked them to not want it sometimes, but to give in mostly willingly anyway.

She looked fearful but leaned up to kiss him lightly in response, clumsy and messily, but she tried. He smiled and returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and holding her naked body against his clothed one for a long moment, when he finally let her go and pulled back she lowered herself to her knees, looking a bit dazed as she licked her lips, she was still terrified of him, but because it was the guy she'd been stalking, trying to get the attention of for weeks, she was also a bit aroused by it all... Just a bit.


He smiled and looked at her in a pleased way, "Are you going to be my sweet girl and do everything I say, even if it is uncomfortable or hurts a little?" He asked gently, his tone nearly softly pleading. More tears welled up in her eyes but she nodded briefly, the lack of complete trust and suspicion that he would just do it anyway reflected in her eyes. He smiled again and reached up to caress her bottom lip with his thumb lightly before wordlessly turning to pick up the rope.

Her eyes widened and she looked at it fearfully, but she just sat there, fearfully patient, he pulled a key from his pocket and turned her around, carefully unlocking the handcuffs and rubbing her wrists lightly, soothing them from the bite of metal before pulling them more firmly behind her back, pressing her forearms together, wrist to elbow, before securely starting to bind them together like that with the rope.


Once her arms were bound tightly behind her back he looped the rope around over her chest, criss-crossing it between her breasts, then posing her on her knees. She let him move and pose her with a numb slightly detached fearful look, letting him work her like a human barbie doll.
He carefully spread her legs as wide as she could hold them and then tied her ankles firmly to her arms, forcing her into an uncomfortable pose that thrust her breasts forward all the more, he smirked at the sight of them, pleased with the way her blood spattered pale skin looked in the candle light.


"If only you could see yourself, girl... You're such a beautiful little Key..." He gave her his best 'fallen angel' smile, it was a look that often comforted girls like her, but the smarter people picked up on it for the promise of pain that it was. Key didn't notice that part, instead of realizing the danger she was in she just blushed and looked away.

Her attention snapped back to him when he took the last of the rope and started to bind her breasts tightly with it, squeezing them painfully as he wound the rope painfully tight around them, binding her securely and tucking the end of the rope in to complete the look neatly, she whimpered as he sat back on his heels to admire her, the slight pain she was in reflected in her blue-green eyes, so similar to his own. Next he picked up the nipple clamps, trailing the cool metal along her skin, letting her feel the cold, but not the sharp points on the clasp portion that would squeeze down on her nipples, he trailed the metal along her body, warming it on her skin as he leaned in and kissed her lightly, trailing kisses down along her chin to the side of her neck, nibbling and nipping lightly over her pulse-point, after many long moments of nibbling and kissing along her neck, and caressing her body lightly, almost lovingly, she sighed quietly and squirmed against him as much as she could.


He pulled back to look at her with a raised eyebrow and she blushed brightly, her entire face tinting pink, the color edging down across her breasts as she realized what she had done, her nipples now erect points. Her embarrassment quickly faded to self-loathing as she realized she had rubbed against a guy who she was sure was going to rape her, and he smirked at that look in her eyes, though while she was distracted and her nipples were hard little pebbles he brought the nipple clamps up and quickly clipped them onto her nipples. Her eyes went wide in shock and pain as the sharp spikes bit into her delicate flesh, and as the pain fully registered she yowled in pain, but was unable to jerk back away or squirm due to being tied so completely, while she was still whimpering and squirming in pain he picked up one of the beeswax candles and lit it off one of the ones on a nearby table, as he brought the lit candle up for her to see, she snapped her mouth closed so quickly she bit her tongue, though the only sound she let herself make was a loud whimper when she saw his pleased expression at the sounds she was making from the pain "Don't go quiet on my behalf, girlie... If you go too quiet Paul might think I've killed you and come to see what's going on before I'm done... And then you'll have to deal with the both of us..." She got an offended look at his words but as they registered and she made sense of them she shivered and shook her head and let herself whimper loudly again.


"Much better..." He nodded and then unceremoniously tipped the candle to the side over her chest, dripping the too hot wax across her breasts and making her cry out in pain, the hot wax near immediately hardening, her skin turning bright red along the edges of the wax, he slowly kept drizzling the wax across her chest and stomach, each time eliciting a shrill scream from the girl, once she was left panting in pain near constantly, her chest, stomach, and hips decorated with spatters of the off white natural colored wax, he switched to one of the paraffin candles on the nightstand, only now finally holding the candle over one of her nipples.

"Take a deep breath." He warned her, without giving her time to think about it he tipped the candle, dripping molten wax onto the tip of her nipple poking out of the clamp, having been caught off guard she drew in a ragged breath, trying to scream as she did and only succeeding in sounding strangled. He paused to let her keen and whimper before moving to the other one and dribbling wax onto it, this time pulling a bloodcurdling screech from her. He paused, his ears still ringing with her pain-filled cry, and for now he blew out the candle and set it aside, letting her think he was done with it for the time being. Her screech had faded to a quiet near-constant keen of distress and pain, he edged closer to her and praised her on how beautiful she was being for him, kissing her and lightly caressing her skin that hadn't been kissed by the hot wax, soothing the hurt.


Where Paul was good with charming them and dragging them back, he had no finesse when it came to breaking them, Marko was the one with all the sweet finesse of that, and he could usually break them without scaring them to death. Paul wasn't so good at that. David dealt mostly in terror and fear, mostly because he was good at dealing pain, even some kinds that the others paused at or would hesitate to do. Dwayne was good at all of it, but not especially great at any of it, he was next best at actually dealing pain though... But Marko's talent in this aspect showed crystal clear as he lulled the tormented girl to something close to quiet rest, her ragged panting was all that remained of her pain, and he let her enjoy a few minutes like that before he started prying the bits of wax from her nipples, leaving the rest for now.


She whimpered loudly at the pain of having the wax removed but otherwise just shivered in pain, once he was done carefully removing all the wax from her nipples he quietly asked her if she was ok, and she nodded breathlessly, briefly smiling even to show her gratitude at how 'gently' he was treating her, even if his treatment was rough. Though she got a betrayed fearful look when he picked up the candle again and re-lit it, shaking her head 'no' as she chanted words of denial, but failing to escape due to the rope binding her tight. Ignoring her he returned the candle to her nipples, tipping it to spill fresh wax over the painfully clamped bright red points, again eliciting a loud pained screech both times, and this time he let her rest for a moment before pulling her carefully over toward the metal headboard attached to the bed frame, once there he carefully pushed her back onto her back, mindful of her arms tied painfully behind her as he propped her up so her rear was in the air propped up against the headboard, he moved the hand with the candle over her ass and she screeched and fought to squirm away.

But at this he finally showed violence, slapping her across the face jarringly, shocking her into stillness and holding her tight in position before carefully holding the candle far enough away from her so as not to do serious damage, just some minor burns as he dripped the wax across her ass and thighs, making her yelp and whimper each time, though he had to hold her pinned especially tight when he moved his other hand to her sex, delicately opening her soft wet petals to drip some of the wax onto her clit, this caused her to freeze and tense up before letting out a scream even louder than any of her others he'd heard, her voice broke and made her cough and gag, as she sobbed and cried her anguish loudly. While she was still wailing and crying he rubbed the base of the candle against her wet folds, smearing some of the wetness Paul had left there across the base of the candle to lubricate it before moving it to the still sore rosette of her anus, applying pressure to insert it half way in and making her cry all the harder as he did, the fact she was still sore making it all the worse. Once it was halfway in he let go and slapped her on the ass.


"There, be a good little pain slut and leave that there... I'll be right back." He moved to slip off the bed, pausing to lean over and kiss her lightly as he went, "If it's moved at all, I'm going to come back and put it back the other way around and shove it all the way in, got it?" In spite of the harshness of what he's saying his tone is sickeningly sweet and laced with fake caring, she hiccups and nods as she cries. As he walks out of the room, a bit stiffly, he hears her yelp and whimper, inevitably from the wax dripping down the side of the candle and meeting her delicate skin.


He won't be back though.


He meets up with Paul in the main room and tells him just that, having decided that the bitch doesn't even deserve to have him rape her, especially since with his and the other boys reputation, it's likely that had been what she was after stalking him the way she had, even if not, he didn't want her. Her pain had been sweet enough for what he'd wanted, and he decided to go carry on with the other girl he was currently pursuing, Paul didn't think the other girl would last much longer, but so far she had amused Marko and kept up with him, so he'd probably keep her another few weeks Paul figured.

By the time Marko and Paul were done with their conversation, David and Dwayne had gotten back, After much laughter and Paul explaining how he'd been keeping himself busy, Marko left to go back to whatever he'd been doing earlier and Dwayne excused himself to go get some sleep early, as he left David told Paul about what they'd been doing, and it turned out they'd had to 'deal with' a local werewolf again, Dwayne had done most of the 'dealing', thus why he needed rest.

Paul just smirked as Dwayne walked out of the room, laughing as he requested they 'play nice' with Paul's new play-toy and 'make sure to make her scream real good a few times for me'. Paul had chuckled and agreed to, before heading back to his room, as he expected him to, David invited himself along for the 'fun'...