Black Cat Origins

Chapter 9

//Explicit content: Rape, swearing, sexual scenes.\\

It hit her within twenty minutes of her drinking the spiked drink. It was her balance that went first, even though she was in flat shoes, she soon found herself swaying into people as she danced, the moves becoming less practiced, more.. Sloppy. As she tried to speak to her friends, she found herdelf slurring her words, and they giggled, thinking she had drank a bit too much. But, she hadn't she knew that! Why was this happening?! She could only ask herself as she found her body pitching towards the floor. There were screams from her friends, but strong arms found her lithe body, saving her from face planting the floor. Ryan! She giggled as she caressed his face. "Ya swaved mwe.." She tried to say, stroking his cheek a bit more as he lifted her up onto her feet. "I'll take her home.." He said to the friends, who nodded and giggled, watching her friend get taken away, not knowing the true reason for thier friend's drunken acts. 

Blackness. That was all she saw. Felicia tried to move around, finding her arms scraping over sc ratchy material, another hand pushing her hands away from the item. Where.. Was she? "Nearly there.." She heard a mutter, a familiar voice! Ryan! "R-Ry.." She tried to say, the whole word refusing to her mouth. "Shut up.. I'll deal with you in a minute." Was the response. In her mind, she reeled back. What was this?! This was not her caring man! The car suddenly stopped. A door opened. Movement. She blacked out momentarily.

A door opening..

She moved towards it, only to find something heavier on her. her limbs refused to work for her.

A hand, grabbed her cheeks. "You teasing whore. In that outfit, you know what men think? They think you're a whore. And this is what happens to harlots like you." 

He pushed her head down. Her eyes opened, wide, as she realised what he intended to do...

She could not move! BODY.. WORK.. PLEASE!! A rip.. Her underwear.

A zipper.. scraped down. "Finally.." A murmured male voice. 

She whimpered, a sound in the silence, as he moved her corspe like body into position. Turning her round so he could see her wide, terrified eyes. 

"This is what happens.." He reiterated, as his hand slipped down and began to stroke her. Her body reacted to such a senual gesture. WHY?! STOP, PLEASE!! She cried in her head. STOP THIS! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!! She continued to scream, but no words came out of her mouth. It was as stunned as her body was. 

"You like this.." Ryan said, his eyes sparling up at her, a smug smile on his face as he held up his wettened fingers to her starled eyes. NO. I DON'T!! She cried out, her mouth refusing to speak. She was a frozen statue to his advances.

Another rustle, as he plowed his hardened member into her core, a whimper escaping her mouth once more as pain blinded her eyes. NO! PLEASE! Tears escaped thier confines and dripped from her eyes, down her cheeks. Why? Why did he do this? Did he not love her?

Each thrust brought a new wave of pain, a new wave of emotion. Hate. Fear and hate. Disgust. She was dirty. Dirty and sinful, his manhood plowing straight through and ruining her. Her innocence.. In tatters. 

A grunt, he was finished. She felt him pull out of her through the pain, the weight lifted. "How filthy do you look.. Hm? I'll clean you up.." Ryan moved, grabbing something.. An old t-shirt? Tissues? Who cared.. She was never going to be clean again.