Mischief

Chapter Fourteen

Trigger Warning!

Blaine

"Why are you so smiley? It's scary."

"Shut the fuck up JJ."

"Oh come on, you've gotta tell me who this girl is some time."

"She's no one."

"Mhm."

"What the fuck do you mean 'mhm'?"

"Nothing."

"I need to pee."

"Alright." I reach the door to the restroom. I approach one of the urinals but before I can pee, the door bursts open and when I turn my head to look, I'm confused. This is definitely the men's bathroom because there are urinals on the walls. So why the fuck is a girl in here?

"Hi. I'm Lacey."

"Um, okay?" She walks toward me slowly.

"May I?" I'm puzzled until I feel her hand on my crotch. I don't even answer her before she's lowering herself onto her knees and to the floor. She unzips my fly and pulls me out of my jeans. When her cold hands make contact with my flesh, shivers run down my spine. Lacey moves her hand up and down my cock repeatedly.

I've always been good at withholding my orgasms and I'm not stopping now. Believe me, it feels great getting a hand job from a girl, especially when she's good looking. But there's something inside me that isn't feeling the pleasure from this moment. Lacey moans, her lips parted in an 'O' shape. She then brings her mouth onto my head and starts bobbing her head back and forth.

There is no rhythm, no pace and no control. She clearly hasn't given a blow job before, and if so not many. She moans again but this time it sends a vibration from my dick all the way up. I'm nowhere near close, but I don't need to rub it in her face that she can't give a blow job. There's another vibration but this time it isn't to do with the girl's mouth wrapped around me. This time it's my phone. I take it out of my back pocket and read the caller ID.

Luella

Why is Luella calling me? I don't really feel comfortable accepting her call right now with the situation I'm in so I decline. But again my phone rings a few seconds later.

"Who's calling you?"

"Nobody."

"Mmm." No matter how many times I decline Luella's call, she just keeps redialling. I'm sick of it, so the next time she calls I accept.

"Finally. Why the fuck did you keep declining my calls?"

"I'm kinda busy right now."

"No, please don't hang up. I need help. Please. I've called everyone but they're all busy or not picking up. I need you Blaine. Please?" What the fuck is going on?

"Luella, tell me what's wrong." I back away from Lacey's mouth and tuck myself back into my pants and zip them up.

"Where are you going?"

"Luella? Tell me what's wrong."

"I-stop. No please, leave me alone." She isn't speaking to me, so that means someone else is there.

"Luella! Sweetheart, I'm begging you. Answer me."

"Get here quick. Please. I'm-" The phone call is cut off and the loss of Luella's voice is killing me. Where the fuck is she?

Luella

"Please stop it!" A large man is stood over me, restraining me by my wrists above my head. "Get off me!" He's tried multiple times to take off my leggings but thankfully I've fought him off enough that he couldn't. But right now I'm not so sure that I can do it again.

"Stop moving you bitch." I feel his hand drift down to my waist and then even further down to my inner thighs.

"Please don't."

"Shut up." His heavy hand starts to pull down my leggings. After my pants are down to my ankles, I'm left in just my t-shirt, panties, shoes. Not one tear has escaped and I refuse to let one. I can see my attacker and soon-to-be rapist unzip his jeans and pull himself out of his boxers. "Hold still. This will be a lot easier if you just relax."

"I'm a virgin." The second the words fly out of my mouth he stills.

"Please, look at you. There's no way you're a virgin."

"I am. I am. I swear to god I'm a virgin."

"Just shut up and hold still." He doesn't believe me. He holds himself in his hands and lines himself up with my entrance. I wasn't lying. I am a virgin. I've been assaulted before but never raped. I've had disgusting comments said to me, I've been touched inappropriately without consent, but not once in my life have I been raped. He doesn't use a condom and he doesn't hold back. He pounds into me harshly and the stretching and burning sensation is unbearable.

"Please, it hurts." He does not stop until he is satisfied. His face scrunches up as he orgasms and he grunts in a higher pitched sound than his normal voice. "Are you done?"

"No. Take off your shirt."

"What? You've already raped me why the fuck do you still want me?"

"Just do it!"

"No."

"Listen, I will fucking kill you right now." He lifts up his sweatshirt and in his waistband there is a shiny metallic item that I realise is a knife. I lift up my shirt and I'm now practically fully naked. My black lace bra is sheer, so he can clearly see my nipples. I really need Blaine to get here before this goes any further than it already has. "And the bra." I reach behind my back and undo the clasp holding my bra together. It falls off my shoulders and to the ground and now I am completely exposed.

He reaches forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks on it. His teeth clamp down on the flesh. I hold in my whimper. So many cars have drove past us in this alleyway and even more people have passed but we are so far into the alley that nobody has been able to see. This whole time this man has had his hand over my mouth whenever somebody walked past, keeping me from shouting for help. Again, I hear a loud engine booming from the busy street and yet again, he covers my mouth only the engine grows louder and closer. Could it be Blaine? God I fucking hope so.

My breasts are still being caressed when the man that was previously on top of me is ripped off of my body. I look up at my hero and I see the most gorgeous face. Blaine Dolivo. There are loud groans and noises that sound like skin hitting skin for about 3 minutes. After those minutes that seem like hours I feel a warm body covering mine.

"Sweetheart. I'm so sorry I didn't get here."

"Don't. Don't do that."

"No, baby I'm so so sorry. Are you okay?"

"Mhm. Can you get me my clothes though?"

"Of course." He shuffled around and grabs my bra and t-shirt. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah." He lifts up my arms and slides my bra straps up them and then attaches the clasp again.

"Can you lift up your arms for me sweetheart?" I do. I lift up my arms with the strength I have left and he dresses me. He pulls up my underwear and my leggings. "Come on, I'm taking you back to my place."

"No it's fine. Just take me home."

"There is no way in fucking hell I am leaving you alone."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me sweetheart." My eyes drift shut as Blaine lifts me up into his arms and carries me to his car. My head hurts and my eyes are sore, just like my entire body.

I'm not completely sure if I was imagining it or if I was hearing things but I'm pretty sure I heard Blaine mutter something under his breath and it sounded a lot like 'I should be thanking you'.