as Althea is driven to hell

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Chapter 4: as Althea is driven to hell

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It comes at such an unexpected time, Althea has barely any time to process what is happening.

She is so concentrated in making her lungs explode with air that she misses the lips crashing against hers almost completely. It isn’t until a tongue forces its way, exploring every inch of her mouth, she is pulled out of her panic and into the real world.

The kiss lasts merely a couple of minutes but to Althea, it feels like hours, time when the air is being sucked out of her. She can’t breathe yet, somehow she doesn’t desperately need to like a moment ago.

Once the brown haired breaks the kiss to breathe Althea has stopped thinking about whatever was causing her to hyperventilate earlier and more about the slight sting left on her swollen lips.

Diaz’s face is only a couple centimetres away, Althea can feel his hot breath bouncing against her lips. Both sit on the floor in silence for a while, the only noise around the room being both their heavy breathes. Her eyes have a faint glint, they look more round and less…cruel.

“You are more perfect than I ever thought, Althea.”

At the sound of her name, the blonde gets crushed again by a weight she had forgotten, lungs starting to swell once more making her trachea expand in panic. A hard slap breaks her out of it before she can begin to panic again.

“My dick is still hard and my patience is running low,” announces Diaz.

The man stands, pulling Althea along with him and guiding them both to the bed. Now the eyes he is looking at her with display a new coldness, all traces of anything sweet gone.

A half composed Althea is pulled down to her knees for a second time that night, a leg on each side of her and a heavy hand on her neck. Without words she is pulled forward in a silent order.

Immediately understanding what she is being asked to do she compels herself into bringing her arms up. Between trembling fingers, Althea manages to open the zipper of the man’s trousers which causes his half hard cock to spring out.

Althea knew things about sex.

While in the Academy, even if men and women were kept on different wings, obviously many lost themselves to their hormones and would just fuck each other. It wasn’t uncommon for Althea to receive offers from the girls around her, specially after they saw her dance.

She also used to catch some of her friends in the middle of it. She knew about the theory behind it, it was just that she never had the time to experience it. Even once she was taken from her life and put in the club’s dormitory, she slept on a different wing along with the other virgins.

And so here she was. A twenty year old virgin about to give a blowjob, only equipped by images of someone else doing it and almost forgotten conversations of hormonal teens.

The phantom pain of the slap she just received starts to fade giving way to the rising panic of what she is about to do, so Althea decides is best to not think about. With no hesitation she grabs the cock and puts it in her mouth.

All she can think of now is the strange weight of the growing member inside her mouth, the salty taste filling her throat.

Don’t think about it.

If she thinks too much about it, the panic will overtake her again; she can’t keep playing with the man’s patience if she wants to keep her brains inside her skull. So she just bobs her head shallowly with her eyes shut closed.

“You are a virgin in every sense of the word,” accuses the man. His voice is not mocking rather surprised. “How can such a sinful mouth never have been fucked.”

It isn’t a question, is a praise.

Diaz praises the purity of her angel because, indeed, she was made to be possessed by him.

He will take all her firsts tonight; he will be the only one for the rest of her life. At this thought his cock swells, not thanks to the terrible blowjob though.

Taking matter in his own hands he grabs Althea by the hair and tells her to open her mouth wider. The younger does as she is told not expecting a cock to start thrusting full force against her throat. The shock is such that Althea pushes herself away from the man, falling down on her butt.

A fit of coughs and gags hit her body as she meets Diaz’s eyes which only make her regret what she just did. The man looks furious, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pressed into a thin line .

“I—I—a—“ Althea fights the tremor of her hurting jaw but she can’t seem to concentrate enough to form an apology.

“If we are going to make this work you will have to be more obedient,” Diaz says. “You have one last chance. The way I see it you can obey me now or be forced later. Either way it will happen.”

Althea nods.

“Stand up.”

She does.

“Come here.”

She does.

“Show me your hands,” He orders.

Diaz takes a belt from the bed, most likely his own and waits for the blonde to obey.

She doesn’t.

In a shooting moment of courage, Althea shakes her head, walking backwards to be as far away as possible.

“No?”

If Diaz looked furious a moment ago, with his furrowed brows and pressed lips, he looks absolutely murderous now. His face seems to relax, no furrowing, no angry lines, instead his factions are relaxed in a stoic expression; it is his eyes that make Althea nauseous.

In the blink of an eye, Diaz stands up and hits her straight in the cheekbone. The blonde falls to the floor, face turned by the force of the punch.

The uncontrollable anger paints his vision in red as he picks the small body and smashes it against the floor.

With no air in her lungs, Althea is picked up like a ragged doll, thrown on the bed. Both her hands are violently pulled over her head while her wrists get tightly bounded together by the belt to the bed frame.

She is manoeuvred onto her stomach, stripped off of her clothes.

Diaz takes exactly three seconds to appreciate the view before he gets rid of his pants, stroking his much harder cock.

“Please, please, don’t—“ Althea manages to plea in a muffle sound as her aching face gets pressed against the sheets.

“Shhhh, just relax for me, angel.”

Something starts prodding at her entrance, making Althea’s heart race at double the speed, beating so hard it seems it will soon stop.

“Relax.”

Is the last thing he says before pushing forward opening Althea in half.

With no prep at all or more lubricant than a couple spits of saliva, it feels like she is being ripped in half from the bottom up. The pain so great that she can feel it cripple her whole body.

Diaz pushes further and Althea can’t hold in the tears anymore. She tries to pull away by pulling a bit on the restraints on his wrists but she is immediately grabbed by the shoulders and pushed down again.

“Don’t do that,” Diaz orders nibbling at his ear.

He takes another second of nibbling before pushing forward again.

Deeper.

Further.

Diaz lets out a groan as he pushes himself to the hilt and Althea lets out a muffled scream of pain as her insides are open even more. Fortunately, the man on top of her pulls out almost completely giving her a chance to relax or so she thinks.

She barely has time to breathe before she is being impaled again by one swift motion. The pain is so unbearable she tugs on her restraint causing the skin of her wrists to chafe instantly, just to have something to distract him.

Her abuser has no mercy however, setting a brutal pace from the beginning that has him pounding in and out of the smaller girl repeatedly with no rest.

Althea’s tears soak the pillow in a matter of minutes and her muffled screams become less as her throat starts getting irritated from the constant use. Though is not like she can feel anything else but the horrible waves of pain shooting up through her whole body with every thrust.

“You’re so good,” Althea moans. “So good, angel. You are much better than I could have ever hoped for.”

After what seems like ages, the thrusts stop. Her abused entrance is emptied and she can finally breathe properly without immediately having all the air in her lungs knocked out. Althea tries to turn her head to look at her assailant but the position she is in is too awkward so she settles for going back to hoping it is finished.

“Not yet, gorgeous. We still have a long way to go,” says Diaz seeing Althea’s body somewhat relaxed.

Just as sudden as she could breathe, she is turned to her back letting her looking towards the ceiling.

Her eyes get a bit sensitive to the light since she has been pushed down into a pillow for the past 20 minutes.

Diaz pulls her legs over her shoulders as he comes closer to her to give her a sloppy kiss.

“Let’s see how flexible you are,” he winks excitedly.

As soon as he finishes talking, he thrusts into his price, getting even deeper than before. A cry of surprise is caught between their lips as Diaz devours the sweetest plump lips of his prey.

He doesn’t stop kissing her as he starts thrusting into her again with more force now that he can get in deeper. As he closes the space, Althea gets folded in half allowing for a deeper reach that has Diaz spinning from pleasure.

Different positions but the same brutal pace. It doesn’t stop for the whole of an hour and Althea doesn’t come even once.

When Ronan opens the door and tells Diaz it’s time, the bed sheets are covered in all kinds of bodily fluids and so is the inside of Althea’s thighs.

Once perfectly milky white are now tainted with blood and cum.

Diaz comes for the last time inside Althea, dresses up and leaves just like that. He leaves like he didn’t just abuse Althea, like he didn’t just break her into a million pieces that can never be put back together, like he didn’t just make her feel like maybe having got shot in the head was better.

He just leaves and Althea just stays there, tied up to the bed with no energy or will to move, balancing between conscious and unconsciousness.

Of course someone comes to clean everything.

A boy with kind eyes and a boxy smile whispers encouraging words to her as he helps Althea up the bed and into the bathroom.

He offers all his help to a broken shell that can’t move or think without pain.

The boy with the boxy smile dresses her after a long shower.

He offers kind words as he leads her to the exit of the club and inside a car.

He offers funny jokes and cheerful stories of a girl that no longer exists as he drives Althea to hell.

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TBC