A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

Two Sides of Lucifer

After Mac uncuffed Beth, he dragged her out to the kitchen. While covering her naked body, Beth looked around, stunned by the mountains and mountains of filth. Dirty plates were buried under heaps of rotten food, empty beer bottles, and dead cigarettes. The fridge was on the far right of the kitchen, looking old and worn. She'd be amazed if the power was still on. She could hardly see the counter tops, and she heard the faint buzzing of flies as they laid the next generation of insects. How could anyone live in this filth? She couldn't even find the stove!

"Well? What're ya waitin' for?" Mac demanded, grabbing a handful of her ass. Her mind instantly felt repulsed and scared, but her body welcomed the touch.

"I can't find the stove." She whispered, walking away from Mac. He glared at her, pointing to the far left, where a lone piece of equipment sat. "Oh."

"Yeah. Now gimme some eggs 'er else imma eat somethin' else." He threatened. Beth's body shuddered at the idea of Mac having fun with her again. He saw that, though. "But this time, I ain't gonna be nice."

Beth nodded and went over to the fridge, feeling Mac's eyes on her the entire time. She opened the fridge, surprised to see a light from the inside flicker on, revealing a small array of food. A moldy slice of pizza sat on the bottom shelf, an old and probably expired milk carton next to it, and on the top shelf sat a dozen or so beers. Inside the door, Beth found a carton of eggs, and checked the expiration date. They'd go bad in about a week. With shaky hands, she brought the eggs over to the stove. Mac's eyes were still on her, and he was leaning against the wall, a cigarette bud in his mouth.

"Pans are in the cupboard by the fridge." He grunted, causing Beth to jump at his voice. She nodded and walked over to the cupboard. Each step seemed to lengthen the journey instead of shortening it, and with Mac watching her every move, she felt herself starting to panic. She never did good under pressure. "Hurry up. I'm hungry." Mac growled, and Beth leaned down to grab a pan. Then she walked back over to the stove, clearing off a bit of rubbish before lighting it, setting the pan on it and cracking four eggs into it. While she stirred the mixture in the pan, she heard Mac coming up behind her. Now fully out of the lustful state her body had been in, she felt uncomfortable with him so close behind her. She felt a shiver go down her spine as she felt his all consuming presence behind her. She tried ignoring it, but when he put his hand on her hip, she squeaked and cringed, scared of what he may do. His other hand grabbed her waist, moving up her body until he was able to cup a breast in his hand. Despite her mind, her body once again welcomed his touch as her nipple hardened under his palm. She saw him put the unlit cigarette on the counter, before slowly dragging her away from the stove. Beth squeezed her eyes shut as his hand let go of her hip, letting it slowly run up her back. "Bend over." He growled.

"Please don't." She begged.

"I said," he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back painfully, "bend over."

Beth stood rigid, trying her damned hardest not to let this sick pervert take advantage of her. But her thoughts ended abruptly as the hand on her breast painfully pinched her budding nipple, making her yelp in pain. "Fūckin' bend over or imma tie ya up again!" Mac roared. "At least then ya can't stop me."

She knew he was right as she slowly leaned down, grabbing the countertop as she heard Mac unzip his jumpsuit. It rustled as it hit the floor and wrapped around his boots, and she felt the head of his leaking cöck running through her folds. "Good little bítch." He growled, before slowly easing himself into her. She whimpered at the pressure, feeling him pushing himself deeper inside. Finally he was all the way in, and Mac didn't give her any time to adjust before he was thrusting into her, pounding in and out while she sobbed, begging him to stop. But he wasn't going to. No way in hell would he stop. She was too damn tight. "Fûck!" He growled, digging his nails into her sides as he felt his high coming along. Just as he felt like he was going to come deep inside her, Beth suddenly collapsed, leaving him squirting on the cupboards. "What the hell was that for?" Mac demanded after his unsatisfactory high.

"I-I'm not on b-birth control." Beth whimpered. The last thing she wanted was for Mac to impregnate her. Luckily, Mac didn't want to do that either.

"Whatever. Ya'd better start takin' it. I wanna come in that püssy." He growled, pulling his jumpsuit back on and leaving the kitchen, leaving Beth to stand alone on her shaky legs, and waddle back over to the eggs. She hadn't come, but Mac's thrusts were so powerful that her legs hurt afterwards. Her body finally caught up to her mind, and she knew that Mac was bad. Her body would no longer welcome his touch, and certainly nothing else he had to offer. The eggs were nearly done, so all she did was stir them a bit before dumping them on a paper plate. She grabbed a fork and went into the living room, where Mac was sitting and watching TV. He glanced at her and took the eggs, giving her a slap on the butt. "Birth control's in the bathroom." He muttered. He'd found it in her purse last night. Beth walked into the bathroom, finding the little bottle instantly and taking one pill, praying that nothing had happened.

"Beth!" Mac called, making her jump. "Get out here!" Beth trembled, slowly making her way out into the living room where Mac was sitting. "Sit yer ass down." Mac growled, pointing to the spot beside him. She sat down quietly, glancing at the awful man beside her as he turned the TV to the news. After a few minutes of pointless stories, Beth was shocked by her appearance.

"Tonight's top story; young woman, Bethany Greene, was reported missing last night. After dropping her off at a bar, the Luna Mesa, brother Shawn Greene went back to retrieve her, only to find that she wasn't there." The reporter stated. Then the camera flashed to Shawn, who had tears rolling down his face. Martha and Denise were nowhere to be seen.

"I just went to the bar, an', and," Shawn paused, wiping his eyes off with a neckerchief, "she wasn't there."

The camera went back to the reporter, where she was sitting beside a picture of Beth. She was smiling happily, holding Denise in the picture. Beth recognized the picture. That was when Denise was still really young, they had gone to a park. Martha had taken that picture. "The police are on the lookout for the young girl. If you have any information about her, please contact the authorities immediately."

Mac shut off the TV, looking pissed. Beth, gaining confidence with her missing report, stood up and glared at him. "Ha! They're looking for me!" She exclaimed, pointing a finger at Mac. "What're you gonna do now-"

Mac struck out at her, knocking her to the ground. He got up and leaned down and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her to her feet and shoving her towards the bedroom. Beth yelped and sobbed, begging him to stop and not go further. But he ignored her. "Who's laughin' now, bîtch?" He demanded, shoving her onto the bed and cuffing her wrists again. He started to strip down again, and Beth continued to sob and pray. Mac got on top of her, no hesitation, and started pounding into her, ripping her apart from the inside out. He was extremely rough this time, as if he were trying to break her apart. His fingernails dug into her sides, breaking the skin and letting her blood drip out. In his anger, he leaned down and sank his teeth into her shoulder, making her scream in pain as more blood left her body. The bite mark would scar over in time, and would always be a reminder to Beth who had owned her.