Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (107 page)

... rape me.

I froze.

Asher pressed his back against the door and eyed me hungrily. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this, Killian?”

The auburn haired Skylander walked up to the bed. A shadow behind him stretched up the ceiling, towering over us both. Behind him was his lamp resting on top of the cache crate, and on the floor stray pills and loose garbage.

I recoiled as he put his hand on face, I tried to turn away but he grasped my chin hard. I clenched my teeth under the pressure. “Take your pants off,
cicaro
,” he growled.

Cicaro? A term for a pet of the elites, I knew he was from Skyland, I knew it. Only elites and chimeras used jargon like that, especially as pet names or flattery. This is why Reaver had said those strange taunting words when he was stalking me. I bet he had picked them up from Asher.

He pinched my chin and held it tight in his hands. He made me look right at him. “Show me what he sees when he fucks you.”

I reached down and undid the ties on my cloth pants. I reached down and pulled them off of me, exposing all of me to him. I was naked now and under the influence of the drugs I was still hard.

Asher’s eyes fixed on me like a predator watching prey, silently running his gaze up and down my body. I couldn’t look at him. I felt like a piece of meat on a judging table. With not just his own eyes watching me but the humiliating gaze of every person I loved. If only they could see me now.

But no... there was hope.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

Asher crawled on top of me, his hands petting my stomach, his touch still felt like burning embers of pleasure against my hot flesh. He pressed his lips against mine and as he was distracted, I reached into my cloth pant’s pocket and turned the voice recorder on.

I pushed the bundle of cloth off of me, and as he touched my penis I gasped in pleasure, but knowing I was being recorded now, I turned into a anxious cry.

I clenched a moan as he grasped my dick and pulled the foreskin back. I pushed back from him but his whole body was on top of me. I could barely move.

“No, no... let me go home,” I said hastily, I put my hand on his chest and pushed back.

Then he rose himself. I shifted my weight to the sitting position and glanced up to see what he was going to do next.

A bitter cold replaced every ounce of warmth in my body as my eyes focused on him and what he was holding. My chest was still, and I knew my heart must be too. If shock would not kill me, the realization of my own stupidity would.

Asher’s eyes flicked up from the voice recorder, not even hiding the smirk on his face. “You think you’re so fucking smart don’t you?”

Barbed wire seemed to wrap its self around my neck and chest, constricting my air flow. My mouth went dry, not realizing it was because I had it open in shock.

Asher pressed the button down on it, before he reached into his own pocket...

... and pulled out the one I had had in Reaver’s cargo pants.

He grinned at me, the grin of a man who had laid the cheese and caught the mouse. “No, no, the best is yet to come.” He pressed the play button.

“His touch is always so cold... sterile. In bed he’s brutal and selfish... he doesn’t care about my needs. I’m seventeen years old.”
There was a clink of a glass being set down.
“I want my head to go hot, for me to shudder from pleasure when someone touches me... not to cringe and recoil.”

I couldn’t speak. He fast forwarded it a few seconds before he let it play again. This time I could hear kissing, heavy breathing and then the softest of whispers.

“I want you.”

“Thanks for giving me such a wonderful idea,” Asher whispered.

I lunged for the voice recorders.

He laughed as we fell off of the bed and onto the floor together. I managed to snatch his voice recorder away from him, but he quickly skidded mine under his bed. With both hands free he pushed me off of him.

He was strong. I went flying backwards and into his night table, the corners piecing my back. I flopped to my side and grimaced.

“You’re still hard.” I heard him growl. “I thought you wanted to fuck?”

My mind collapsed, and every shred of bravery I had gathered to pull off my grand plan turned to dust in my hands.

I felt the tears run down my face.

Asher laughed and I felt his hand pet my cheek. “What do you think it would do to Reaver to hear that? That for something he wont even remember, his boyfriend went to his best friend’s house, seduced him while he was drunk and fucked him? And all those nasty things you said?” He tisked at me. “And yes I think you will be the one fucking me in this turn of events. I think that would break him even more, no?”

“Don’t show him,” I said through desperate sobs. I was finished, he had me. “Please, I love him. He’s mine, you can’t fucking have him.”

Asher squeezed my jaw and gave it a hard shake. He brought his lips up to mine and kissed them. “Who will he belong to, when I surrender this recording to him?” he whispered. “Or what will you do, to make me change me mind?”

“What do you want?” I whimpered, I didn’t pull my face away, I let him kiss me. His other hand was running down the small of my back. My confused body responded with a shiver of pleasure. My own flesh, my own body who knew I was being forced but did nothing to stop the sexual sensations. Every moment that ticked by it was betraying my further.

I felt him trace over the crevice of my backside, before with a cold shudder he pushed his fingers between the cheeks. I clamped down on my lip as I felt him tease the opening. Flares of inner anger mixed in with the burning touch. Two beasts battling to the death for dominancy, but instead of killing each other they just joined to make a larger inferno.

“Lay down.”

I got up and laid obediently down on the bed. Knowing what he wanted I opened my legs for him.

I felt dead inside, dead and submissive. He had me, and he knew it. The best I could salvage from this was to not leave any more marks on my body for Reaver to ask about. He would never know, like he would never know the blackmail Asher now had on me.

I cried out and arched my back as I felt a finger break through.

“It’s funny, right now, you are telling yourself, this is rape,” Asher whispered. I looked away, blinking the tears from my eyes. I gritted my teeth as he pushed the finger in deeper. “But you know as well as I do... you want this.”

I felt his warm and wet mouth wrap around the crown of my dick, I moved my arms away from him and clasped them tight around the back of my head. I knew if I didn’t I would hit him.

Fuck I had get out of here... I had to... escape from this room. Reaver’s going to hate me. I felt a tingling in my gut as his tongue lapped the head. I couldn’t suppress a groan. Fuck, what have I done?

In my head I couldn’t separate the pleasure with the hatred for myself and him. I swore at him through groans, and pulled his hair as the pleasure built inside of me. With every upwards jerk my body made to raise myself, another force was making my grind my hips into his mouth.

“Look at me.”

I could hear him sucking me. His mouth was a tight suction around my shaft, going up and down in a smooth motion. Gliding, gentle, sensual like his very presence. He wasn’t raping me, he wasn’t rough, he was... he was fucking with me.

He was fucking with me.

I had under estimated him. My mind went blank. The soft tongue caressing my shaft was the only sensation I could feel sexual or mental. Everything in my head suddenly became dark. Everything but a single thought, a single realization.

Asher had been playing a game this whole time.

Reaver hadn’t known he was playing, and neither had I. No one did, but he was.

On a game board of grey ash and endless death sat me and him, our chess pieces splayed out in a deranged layout that only he had understood; but now I was catching on.

I moaned, and though I had never stopped looking at him. I saw him.

The auburn game master staring up at me, his mouth moving up and down. Drinking in the moans of submission I had served to him on a golden chalice. Enjoying his win, his achievement, the taste of something that had belonged to his favourite pawn. The victory that the boy who had uncovered his game, had submitting to him fully.

I felt his finger pushing against the pleasurable spot hidden inside me. I laid my head to the side and moaned again. The stirring inside me told me that soon my body would betray me even further. “Stop it, Asher. It doesn’t have to be like this.”

He wanted me to like it, he wanted to confuse me. He wasn’t going to brutally rape me, that was  below him. Filthy legionary and radiation eaten wasters did that. No, he was a Skylander, they played more complex games. He would satisfy me in ways I had only imagined, and he would make me hungry for more. He would make me hate it and love it at the same time.

My hands grasped the sheets as the tension started to burn brighter in my chest. Then with a loud cry, it overwhelmed me. I let out an unhinged moan as my body clenched, my back arching in the air. I came with such ferocity I thought every muscle in my body would be thrown into spasm.

I grabbed onto his shoulder and clenched it in ecstasy. I’d never cum like this, not even with Reaver. I thought I was going to black out.

When it finally subsided, I felt his mouth break away. I rolled onto my side and started to cry again. I felt disgusting, lower than dirt. I had came for my worst enemy, and not only that, I had orgasmed harder than Reaver had ever made me.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me.

His hand was cupped, and inside it was my milky white semen and his saliva. I looked up and saw a small drip of it running down his chin.

“Kiss me.”
I shook my head and tucked my legs into me. A pathetic attempt to protect my body from any further touch.

Asher looked amused, he crawled back onto the bed, his hand still cupping my cum. “You think it’s over now? This is just the beginning, my pet.”

He held the semen up to my mouth, I drank it off of his palm. He nodded approvingly, and slipped his cloth pants down to his waist.

I looked away from his swollen shaft and made my way to the edge of the bed. I wiped my mouth.

“Can’t you just fuck me?” I whispered. No, no he can’t just fuck me... that’s too easy. I’d just have to lay there. Where is the trauma in that?

I could feel the mattress shift. I looked over and saw him was sitting beside me, laying partially backwards like I had been. His dick was stiff, laying against his thigh.“Suck me.”

“Why are you doing this to us?” I looked at him accusingly. “We took you in, we nursed you back to health.”

I saw that smirk crease his pale wry face, he gave his head a sympathetic shake. “You wasteland mutts are so stupid.”

“You Skylanders think you’re smarter then you are.” I said back. “Is that what the newest trend is Asher? Go into the greywastes and see how many games you can play? How many hearts you can break? You don’t even have a fucking family do you. Or Perish just toss your ass aside when his eyes fell on me?”

I couldn’t believe it. It was slight, but the corner of his mouth just briefly turned in a frown. I think I had hit on something. I actually think...
shit
, I was just pulling that out of my ass I didn’t think...

The blow knocked me up against the wall by the bed. The jip rock cracked under the impact of my head, a spray of saliva and blood visible against the chipped paint.

He immediately pulled me onto the floor and forced me between his legs.

His hands were like steel claws now, the soft gentle caresses gone with the single sentence that had left my mouth. I tried to move my face away but he was strong, too strong.

“Suck it!” Asher snarled, he pushed me down between his legs. Before I felt him punch me in the head. “If I feel teeth I’m ripping it off and the same goes for your comatose boyfriend, suck it like the little factory whore you are.”

I moved my head away, grimacing under his tight grip on my jaw. “Forget this happened... forget everything... we...” Another blow I felt myself fall backwards but he grabbed onto my shoulders and pulled me forward. My face fell between his legs, I could feel his stiff penis on my cheek.

I felt it in my mouth, warm and throbbing and tasting just slightly like soap. I moved my mouth back and forth, the tears running down my cheeks.

“Look at me,” he whispered, “don’t take your eyes off of me.”

He reached down and wiped the tears from my eyes with his fingers. I felt him gently stroke my cheek, tracing the tears down to my jaw. “That’s right, just like that.”

It wasn’t anything like how I blew Reaver, I just ran my closed mouth up and down his cock. No licking, playing, teasing. He didn’t care, he was getting me where he wanted me. Under his control.

I looked up at him, and with every tear that fell he wiped them away. His other hand never leaving my cheek. I could see my movement in the reflections of his green eyes. Going up and down on someone else’s dick, like the useless whore I was.

There was no use, I could never win his game. He was smarter than me.

“Good boy,” he purred, brushing my bangs back. Just like Reaver had drawn my hair away from my eyes... oh fuck how was I going to face him tomorrow? I couldn’t... I couldn’t do it. Why didn’t I just let Reaver rape me and be done with it? None of this would have happened. We would have both been asleep by now. I wouldn’t be here... I shouldn’t be here.

His eyes deferred from mine for a split second, I saw him pick up something flesh coloured from the night table. I heard a crack of a lube bottle. I glanced and saw him lubing up a dildo.

He pushed it into my chest, and shifted backwards. He opened his legs and started lubing up his own hole.

I obeyed quietly without question. I slipped a finger in first to get the proper angle, and gently though firmly pushed the dildo into him.

Asher took in a sharp breath, I watched his face tense in ecstasy. I looked at the floor, not wanting to see anything more. I started slowly drawing it in and out.