History Class

Chapter Twenty-Two: Stop

Holy CRAP! Yesterday I was at 1.83K, now I AM AT 1.87K. I just want to thank you guys so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. Well enough blabbering. Lets get on with the story... *Evil smirk.

I thrash around attempting to get out of his grip. Dragged along the concrete. My only thought is how is no one seeing this right now? But I can't worry about that I have to get out of here. Before I can react I am being thrown into the backseat of a car. The car lunges forward but Neal isn't driving. Why oh why must his name be Neal? Instead I am being bound and gagged. Just flipping great. 

"Come on Jefferson! I want to get this done with." He breaks the silence as I admit defeat. 

I am scared out of my mind. I am face down in a strange vehicle going who knows where and if I will be back. I don't understand, my brain can't fathom what is happening before me. It's a storm of thought, yet also blankness. I am apprehensive as to what is coming. There are many possibilities. I could get raped, murdered, locked away. Worst of all, it could be every one of them. I will just have to wait and see how my path lies out. If I'll take  the right one is unknown. But I do know that Killian will come for me. He wouldn't let anything happen to me, would he?

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I am yanked up by the wrists. Being dragged backwards as my feet try and walk in reverse. I look around, a farmhouse. Not something I was expecting. What lies inside could be the last things I will ever see. Some of me is alright with that turn out, but my heart tells me that I must find Killian. He can protect me, I just know it. 

"Walk." He orders as he brings me to a set of what seems to be fossil-like stairs. "Now!" He shouts as I look around. Slowly I tread up the stairs they creak under my feet with each step. "Turn left." He faces a room. This is it. I knew this was going to happen. He opens the door and what I see shocks me.

"Sit down, now." He orders once again. I look down at my bound hands wondering if I could try to untie them whilst he isn't  looking. It's too tight, even if it was a simple knot I wouldn't be able to twist my hands around.

"What do you want from me?" I ask sounding more shaken than I had meant to.

He didn't answer but what he did do was unforgettable.

WARNING THIS IS A RAPE SCENE. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS PLEASE SKIP AHEAD A CHAPTER!!!

He slammed me hard against the bed. I feel my arms being brought above my head and strapped to the headboard.  "Stop!" I cry out as he cuts at my shirt leaving me in my bra. I am trembling. Scared out of my mind.  I look down to see him staring at my body. I try to hide by bringing up my knees. I don't want to be touched by tainted hands. 

Soon enough he rips my bra off and sits on top of me and begins to grab and squeeze my breasts. "Stop!" I cry out once again.

"No, from now on you will call me master, do you understand." I don't reply. "If you don't you'll be punished." 

Shaking I respond with tears flooding my eyes, "Yes, Master." It comes out as a shy squeak. 

Once again a piece of clothing is being cut off, this time my jeans. Once they are gone I see him strip. I close my eyes not wanting to see someone else's member. "Look at me!" He yells as he grabs my face very forcefully. I open my eyes to see his member right in front of me. "Open." He orders, I keep my mouth shut. Killian never made me  do something I didn't want to, and sucking someone is one of them. I have a horrible gag reflex and would probably throw up. But Neal wouldn't like that. "Open!" He says as he slaps my side causing me scream. Giving him just enough time to shove his dick in my mouth. 

He thrusts faster and faster as I try to hold back gags, followed by sobs. He then stops and rips off what clothing was left on my body. 

I can feel an unfamiliar penetration between my legs. I try to shut my knees but his arms are holding me back. The room is silent besides the sound of my whimpers, grunts from him, and our skin hitting each other as he stabs me repeatedly.

He pulls out and finishes. "How was that?" He sneers at me. I don't say anything. "I said 'how was that?!" He slaps me in the face causing me to cry. I have no way of blocking any hits he wants to throw at me. I am exposed. He comes closer to my face, I spit. Big mistake.