Page 7 of Under Her Skin

everything that’s going on right now, can’t you?” I try my best to glare at him, and he must get the point. He takes off his clothes, throwing them on the floor before climbing on top of the bed. Taking my limp hand in his, he curls it around his cock. He groans, his head tilting back.

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamt of this.” The thought makes me feel

sick. I panic as I realize that if I were to throw up now, I’d choke. Fresh terror rolls over me in waves.

Kiel spits on his tip and continues to pump into my hand. Using his free hand, he slides his fingers between my legs to circle my clit. He drops my hand with another groan. “I have to taste you,” he says, out of breath. “Every time I’ve been down here, I’ve hardly thought of anything else.”

My attention catches on the worddown, and I realize I must be in a basement of some kind. It doesn’t help me much, but I feel a brief flare of hope, which dies as I feel his cool mouth on my vagina. I try to wiggle away, but my body doesn’t move even an inch. His tongue darts in and out of my entrance then flicks against my clit. My nerve endings are alight, and I know he’s going to force me to orgasm again. He pulls away for a moment before inserting a finger into my opening.

He pumps into me a few times, then continues lapping at my pussy. I want to fight him off and push him away, but instead my body responds in the only way it can. A guttural noise escapes my lips as I climax against his mouth. His mouth is covered in my arousal when he sits up; his wide eyes are triumphant.

Before I realize what’s happening, he draws my knees up so that my feet are flat against the bed. In one sudden movement, he lines his cock up to my core and drives into me. Another cry escapes my throat, and the wrongness of the sensation is overwhelming.

Kiel pushes my knees toward my chest as he rocks deeper into my core. There is nothing gentle about his rhythm as he pounds against my cervix. My traitorous body is working to accommodate him, and I can hear my slickness with each thrust.

“That’s a good girl. You’re going to give me your pussy or whatever hole I want, whenever I want it. I’m going to hurt you and you will thank me for it.” He grabs one of my nipples and pinches hard enough for me to shriek again. “Be thankful I didn’t force myself into your asshole. I will eventually, but I’m giving it to you easy tonight.” He pushes a hand on my lower belly, and I can see the movement of his cock from the outside of my abdomen.

I don’t know how long I’ve been crying, but fresh tears wash over my face at the sight. The pressure of his hand breaks open some of my scabs; beads of blood appear on my skin.

“Fuck,” he groans as he sees the blood. He hauls my knees over his shoulder, turning his head to bite down onto my thigh. I scream, the sound a shredded, trapped thing. He lets go and moves his attention to my core. He watches where we’re joined then pinches my clit. His moan syncs with my cry when his thrusts go faster.

“You’re going to be a good girl and take all of my cum.” He rubs fast and hard against my clit. Despite the pain, I’m climaxing again. As my muscles clench, he drives into me one last time before emptying himself. Kiel’s panting and watches my private area as he slowly removes his penis from my core.

“You’re so pretty when you're dripping cum.” He grins, quickly rolling out of

my bed. He rummages for something behind me, but my body is still frozen. Climbing back into bed, he’s holding an odd object. He pushes it against my opening. My interior muscles flex as they prepare for another intrusion, but he doesn’t push it into my vagina.

“I figured I’d get it a little wet first.” He holds it up. The object is covered in

his semen. I’m still not entirely sure what I’m looking at, but I panic when he grabs

my waist and starts rolling me over. I still can’t speak but I grunt in protest as he puts

me onto all fours before pushing my head toward my measly pillow. I’m afraid I’ll suffocate here, but he turns my head at the last moment so I can breathe. As he spreads my ass, I suddenly realize what he has in his hand.

“I know you’re drugged, but try to relax.” He spits on my hole, then the toy is at my back entrance. I want to wiggle away, but he forces my hole to open as he pushes firmly against the flared base. There’s not enough moisture and it’s painful as the toy finally slips in.

“There you go, pretty girl. I’ll take this hole too, but I’m feeling nice. I’ll at least let you prepare for it.” He rolls me onto my back again. My chest is quivering with sobs. This final intrusion has eradicated any sense of control I had over my panic. I wish he would use a stronger drug to knock me out. I want to be anywhere but in this room, even if it means I’m unconscious.

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My routine changes. Kiel still comes into my room every day, but everyday is a

new horror. When I get my syringe, I never know if it will leave me unconscious or leave me paralyzed. He sometimes gives me the good stuff. I know he fucks me, but at least I’m asleep. Most of the time, it paralyzes me. He likes me awake to remember.

The intrusion never gets easier. I think of Cal less and less. At first, I would sit in the silent room after and cry, praying he’d forgive me. Now, I’ve accepted that I would never be wanted after such defilement. There are some things I know men can’t look past, even men like Cal.

When Kiel leaves me in the silence, I usually fall asleep thinking of the next syringe. My body has been trained to dread pleasure. He works me to a climax every time, and my body has begun to correlate the feeling with shame.

Kiel comes in one day, his expression dour. I know these days will usually end in my pain. I close my eyes and ask: “Can you just dope me now? I’m sure it will be more bearable for both of us.” My eyes fly open as his hand cracks across my cheek. I gasp and my eyes sting.

“How fucking dare you? I’ll fuck you the way I want you.” He glares at me for a moment then presses a button on the wall. He begins preparing a syringe in the silence. I know I’m not getting dope, but I hope for it anyways. The craving nearly overpowers the dread and fear. The man in scrubs walks in a minute later.

“Sir?” He asks, confused.

“Her mouth is yours. She wants to talk shit, so show her what her mouth is

good for.” Kiel plunges the needle into my arm as he speaks. Within minutes, I’m paralyzed. He unbuckles his pants and pulls himself free.

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