A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

Breakfast and a Prayer

The next morning, Beth wasn't surprised that she'd woken up before Mac. Mac liked to sleep until noon, while Beth was more of a morning person. She laid there for a while, scared to move. Mac was right behind her, his left arm slung across her waist. His heavy snores were in her ears, and Beth tried to fight the panic rising inside of her. She glanced around, and suddenly remembered that her handcuffs were off. She could escape! She could grab the keys to Mac's truck, go to a gas station, and get the hell out of this horror movie! She smiled, but it quickly faded. She knew Mac would find her. He'd find her, rape her again, and this time kill her. She closed her eyes, tears leaking out of her eyes. She'd never see her family again, never hold Denise, or have kids of her own... Well, she could have kids. Mac's kids. She shuddered at the mere idea of having another one of him running around. She'd have to keep on her birth control, and pray to God that it worked.

Beth's stomach rumbled, reminding her that she needed to eat. She sat up a little, being very quiet and careful. If she moved too much, he'd wake up and chain her up again. His arm slid down her body, landing on her hip. She gently took his wrist and laid it across the bed where she had been. Then she swung her legs off, letting them land on the cold, shaggy carpet. She stood up with shaking legs, and walked over to the dresser. She needed to find some clothes. She browsed through a few drawers, eventually finding his boxers and wife beaters. Having no other option, she picked out a clean set and put them on. The boxers fit her well, surprisingly. Then again, her butt may have helped in that department. The wife beater was loose, though, and barely covered her breasts. But it was still better than nothing.

After she was dressed, Beth made her way out into the kitchen. She took out a pan, which still had left over grease from something else, and a carton of eggs. She started the stove and cracked a few eggs into the pan, adding salt and pepper to the liquidy eggs. She started to hum a song, in hopes that she'd momentarily forget about this god awful funhouse.

From in the bedroom, Mac woke up without Beth in the bed. He sat up in a flash, glancing around. Stupid bitch! He mentally growled to himself. When he found her again, he'd never let her sleep without a chain. And he'd teach her a lesson in the WORST possible way. His dick was already hard at the mere idea of Beth pleading for her innocence. Or whatever was left of it.

He threw on a jumpsuit and grabbed his hunting knife, prepared to start tracking the stupid little bitch. But the second he stepped out of the bedroom, he was hit with the smell of cooking eggs. He hesitantly stepped out into the hallway, listening to a quiet humming. He stepped into the kitchen, just as Beth as loading two plates with some eggs. She was dressed in a pair of his boxers and one of his wife beaters. He hated to admit it, but she looked good. Not sexy, but just good. Like it was a scene that belonged there. After she loaded the plates, she set the pan in the sink and grabbed two forks, keeping her back to him the entire time. Then she grabbed the plates and turned around, jumping and yelping a little at the sight of Mac, who still had his knife at his side.

"I-I'm sorry, I was just hungry and I thought you might be too and so I made breakfast and-" Beth tried to explain her actions, scared that Mac would be mad at her again. After all, she wasn't in the bed when he woke up...

"Whatever." He muttered, sheathing the knife and grabbing one of the plates from Beth. She didn't say anything else, just sat beside him on the filthy, moth eaten couch. Mac reached over and cupped her thigh, rubbing small circles on it while the TV played. Beth was still missing, and they didn't have any leads. Mac knew very well that most of this town feared him. And without him, his old man wouldn't have any business.

Beth ate the eggs in silence, relishing the food. She hadn't had a decent meal in over a week, and she was grateful for this little morsel. It could be another week before she ate anything again. Finally they were finished, much to Beth's disappointment. She started to stand up and throw the plate away, when Mac grabbed her wrist and dragged her back down, wrapping a firm arm around her waist. "Stay down." He growled. Beth didn't argue. Why would she argue? She'd get hit or raped.

When Mac was finished, he took her plate with his and threw them away. Then he came back over, finding that Beth wasn't in her seat. Growling in irritation, he went back into the bedroom, finding her on her knees and saying small prayers. This made Mac a little angry. He didn't want her to have hope of freedom. If she didn't hope for freedom, then she'd never get it. And then she could stay longer and keep him pleased. And he knew just how to break her.

"The fuck are you doing?" He demanded, walking over to her. She jumped at the sound of his voice. She turned around and tried to get up, but Mac roughly grabbed her shoulder. "What're you doin', bitch?" He repeated.

"P-pr-praying." She whimpered.

"Praying to what?" He asked, and Beth definitely noticed that his voice went softer, almost sensual.

"G-God." She whimpered.

"On your knees." He growled, and Beth's heart lurched.

"B-"

"Now, Beth." He growled, using her name. She couldn't help but notice this was the first time he's called her that, face to face.

Very reluctantly and hesitantly, she got back onto her knees in front of him. "Close yer eyes. Like yer gonna pray." He grumbled. With tear filled eyes, she slowly allowed her eyelids to shut, engulfing her in blackness. "Now pray. Out loud."

"D-dear Lord-"

"This ain't the Lord, honey." Mac mumbled.

"Dear," what should she call him? The devil? No that was too obvious. But there was another name for the devil. "Dear Lucifer,"

"Better, better." Mac muttered.

"P-please go easy on me. I just want to go home, back to my dad-" she felt the hot, leaking head of his cock pressing against her lips, making more tears roll down her cheeks.

"Nah, don't talk about that depressin' shit. Talk about how much you like this." Mac growled. "An' it's ok to lie a little."

Good lord, how the hell would she talk pleasant things about this - this thing in front of her? She was going to have to lie. "Oh dear Lucifer, how you fill me up is a feeling unlike any other," and it was true. Mac groaned. "How much pain you inflict on me is unbearable," she may get in trouble for that one. "And how you stole my innocence-" she was cut off as Mac pushed into her mouth, growling.

"If you bite me, then I'm going to tie ya back up an' take that ass." He warned as Beth began to gag. She didn't respond, but she also didn't bite him. She felt like she was choking, and wanted him out. He started to thrust into her mouth, groaning at the new tightness. She was clearly a mouth virgin. Beth felt like she was going to throw up, and was half tempted to push him away. But if she did that, then he'd hurt her in other places. Mac ran his fingers through her hair, pulling roughly. Beth was once again surprised by the painful, yet pleasant, feeling.

Mac's thrusts were starting to get s little sloppy. "Shit, I'm gonna come. When I do, yer gonna - fuck! - yer gonna swallow every last drop." He declared, pumping faster. Beth didn't respond, just slammed her eyes shut. Suddenly he gripped the back of her head, forcing all of him down her throat. Then she felt a warm, gooey substance shoot down her throat, and she had no choice but to let it trickle down. She felt sick to her stomach, and Mac pulled out of her mouth with a small moan.

"Damn. That was good. You should pray more often." He stated, patting the top of her head like she was a dog. "Now get out there and get to cleanin'. It's a fuckin' mess." He muttered, covering up his manhood again and heading out to the living room. Beth stood up with shaky legs, her stomach in thick knots. Her mouth and throat felt like it was iced with warm frosting, but it sure as hell didn't taste like it. She ran her fingers through her hair carefully, feeling the spots where Mac had pulled on it. She liked when he pulled her hair. He was so rough with her, yet some things that he did felt nice. Like nipping or biting her breasts. Now pulling her hair was on the list of kinks that she liked. She bit her lip a little. Maybe, just maybe, sex would be pleasurable? She quickly shook the thought away, but it still lingered, making her curious.

"Beth, get yer ass out here an' start cleanin'!" Mac roared, and Beth made her way out into the kitchen. She took one look at the enormous pile and sighed. This was going to be a long day.