The One

The Force Deed: Part 2

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A drunk Christian takes another big whiff of his mate as he growls; "You fucking smell like someone else" while he tightens his chock hold around her neck making her immobile.

In a small tone not wanting to anger her mate even further she places her hand over his hand while uttering; "Christian, stop that. It's painful".

"You fucking smell like another male!"

He growls again and now it sounds forceful and so not like the normal gentleman Christian. She tightened her grip as she said; "You're drunk Christian, please let me go," in a slightly hard tone.

"Not drunk,"

He growls in her face as he turns her around pining her in between the wall and him.

"Please Christian, let me go,"

"No! You're mine!"

He said as he pulls her sweatpants forcefully down to her thigh exposing her bubble butt. In a little panicked tone yet still composed she said;

"Don't do this Christian,"

"I will make you smell like me. You're mine!"

He growls next to her ear making her involuntarily shiver deliciously at the dominance and growl that he produced.

Karol's calmness turned to a full-blown panic as she heard an unzipping sound of jeans she slightly screamed while struggling under Christian inhuman strength;

"Christian stop!"

"Christian no!"

Liking the writhing of his mate under his grip he pulled out his fully hard cock and give it a few strokes as he said; "You're mine. Only mine!".

She struggles with her full force as she forcefully moves her body around, trashing and constantly saying; "NO!" and tries to gain a small excess for her to get away and in-process her sweatpants fully trapped her leg which rolls down by itself exposing her slender leg.

Upon looking at her struggle he gets excited so he did the unthinkable which is to rape his mate. After coating his hard dick with his saliva he spread her legs apart as he gains full access from behind.

Thrusting in without preparation she quickly tries to close her leg, "No! Christian take it out please," she begs, crying her heart out while he still tries to fully enter her from behind.

"Please! Arlo help me! Please stop!" screamed Karol while crying and struggling.

With a swift thrust, he is in; "Arlo is not here my love. He went night-night" said Christian as he quickened his pace.

"No!" she cries loudly trying to break free.

The more she struggled the more it turned drunk Christian on as he mercilessly impaled her from behind. The cave was full of grunting and moaning yet comes with a covered crying voice as she was mercilessly being raped by an Alpha.

As he was about to climax he quickly pushed her hair to the side and exposed her soft neck which he quickly bites leaving his bite mark and climaxing at the same time.

Whereas she was crying, in pain all over her body, having a massive headache and pleasure at the same time because of the bite. She couldn't help but collapse because of the explosion that surged into her all at once.

Before she can do anything she welcomes darkness in her current state hoping that it was just a bad dream. Sleep was like a few seconds, she woke up with him on top of her still raping her and having his way with her body.

As all hope seemed lost, she lay there, immobile and disheartened, while looking away from his handsome face hovering above her having an orgasm every inch of her body bruised and sore, as still as a corpse. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks as her gaze averted into the void. With the last remnants of her sanity, she glanced around, her heart sinking as she realised her clothes were nowhere to be found. They lay entangled, discarded at the foot of the waterfall, a barrier severing her from the outside world.

In that suffocating moment, her body once again succumbed to the torment, inviting darkness to envelop her. Sobs wracked her frail frame, laced with self-loathing curses for her foolishness. Moments later, she awoke, gasping, her forehead slick with cold sweat, uncertainty washing over her.

Her eyes darted through the dimness, searching for Christian. He lay beside her, blissfully ignorant, peace etched on his features, igniting an unspeakable rage within her that she clenched tightly, refusing to unleash. Quietly, she grabbed her shirt and sweatpants, the fabric feeling like weighty chains against her fragile state.

With laboured effort, she pulled herself upright, only to freeze when a warm liquid trickled down her thigh. Disgust flooded her senses like a dam bursting, but she steeled herself and hurried towards the entrance of the waterfall, disregarding her discarded pants and underwear.

Each step was a struggle as she waded into the knee-deep water, kneeling to wash away the remnants of her assault. The water chilled her wounds and eased her pain just slightly as she fought the overwhelming agony that lanced below her hips, emerging from the depths in a shaky determination to escape this hellhole.

With her legs trembling beneath her, she made her way to the rental house that The Randale had previously occupied, seeking refuge within. There, she hastily dialled the only person she could trust to pull her from despair. "Please come here as quick as you can. Drop everything and come pick me up. I need you now," she whispered, terror lacing her voice as she ended the call, sending her location with urgency.

Moments later, a truck screeched to a halt in her driveway, the driver throwing himself from the vehicle while the engine roared. His gaze darted about in frantic searching until it landed on her silhouette. "Karol?" he called, his voice thick with concern.

She stumbled toward him, almost collapsing, prompting him to rush forward. "Oh God, what happened to you?" anger mixed with worry laced his words as he scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her in his arms. Without a moment to lose, he carried her to his truck, depositing her inside before racing to the driver's seat, expertly reversing and tearing away from the scene.

He cast worried glances at her, his heart aflame with unanswered questions. "Can you please tell me what happened?" he pleaded, anger simmering in his worried tone.

"Brian, go to Ethel Luxury Hotel. We need to leave this place now," she replied, wrapping her arms around her quaking body, desperation fuelling her words. Brian pressed the accelerator, urgency propelling them forward as they sped toward the hotel.

Upon their arrival, he whisked her into his arms again, carrying her over the threshold of her room. She dashed beneath the shower's cascade, scrubbing away the remnants of her trauma, the water mingling with the blood and shame. After cleansing her body, she clothed herself in soft sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, shielding her frail form before they hit the road.

As they drove, he diverted towards his house. "I need to grab my things before we head to the airport," he said, speeding up the lane. Meanwhile, she quickly dialled her assistant, urgency in her voice as she arranged for a private jet to whisk her away from the country.

With the call concluded, they made their escape to the airport, leaving Theodulf behind, the weight of their shared silence heavy in the air. Once airborne, she murmured a heartfelt, "Thank you, Brian," gazing out the window, the world beneath her a blur.

"Most welcome, Karol. It's my job," he replied, his focus unwavering as he stole glances at her, worry etching lines across his brow.

Throughout the flight, she remained awake, staring into the abyss of her thoughts, grappling with the swirling tempest of anger and sadness that choked her, stifling her breath. In her darkest moments, Brian stood steadfastly by her side, shaking her shoulder gently as they touched down at their destination.

As they disembarked from the plane, silence enveloped them; both Brian and Karol walked toward the car rental with an unspoken understanding, the weight of their experiences unaddressed but looming heavily between them.