Iniquity

Iniquity: Chapter 2 Part 1

 

(*This story is meant for adults only. If you are not over the age of 18, or are not over the legal age in your area of residence, please stop reading this. This story contains adult-only content; none of the people portrayed in this story are real. This is entirely a work of fiction.*)

 

I woke with a start when the cell door banged open. One of the guards walked in. I braced myself for him to grab me, but instead he went toward Kelly. Her eyes red with tears, and she obediently let herself get dragged out of the cell. I stared after her in some disbelief; why was she so compliant? On one hand, I felt sorry for her, after all, I did try to kill her. On the other, her attitude infuriated me. She was so... submissive.

 

I stood up and looked around the little cell objectively, for the first time. It was small, hardly 10' by 10', no windows, and the door had no handle on the inside. I scoured the inside, following the wall with my hand, hoping that this would turn out like some novel where the cell has a secret passage coming out of it.

 

I circled the cell several times, sliding my hand along the wall. This clearly was no novel; there was no movable tile; no hidden passage. Not even a secret message written on toilet paper, not that I expected to find one.

 

The door burst open again, startling me. This time I knew it had to be for me, and sure enough the guard went up to me and grabbed my collar. I tried to push his hand away, but he ignored my protests and almost lifted me off my feet by the collar. I was panting slightly, the collar biting into my neck, choking me.

 

“Jim was right about you. You sure got more balls than Kelly,” he said in a gruff voice. He looked at me strangely, as if admiring some particularly feisty zoo animal. He let me down slowly, my hands still trying to free my collar from his big hairy arm.

 

“C'mon, lets go. Jim's waiting.” He winked and dragged me out of the cell. Once outside, he attached a leash to my collar. I tried to hold back a cough; I wasn't showing him any sign of weakness, but that just made it worse. I coughed loudly, my eyes tearing slightly. Brushing away a tear, I looked back at him defiantly. He just shook his head, and almost ripped mine off as he pulled on the leash and walked me down the hall.

 

“You should really save your strength. I mean I can't say what Jim's gonna do, y'know, but he's the one you should be fighting, not me” he said as we walked down the hall.

 

I said nothing. He was right, but I would never admit it to him. Besides, I was out of breath from being dragged by my neck.

 

As we rounded the corner he whistled slightly and slowed down, pulling even harder on the leash. I struggled to look past him at what was down the hall, but I could only see his sweaty gray shirt.

 

He came to a stop, and finally able to breathe normally, I took the time to catch my breath and look around. We were standing in front of a wooden door with an ornate handle. There were two white guys standing in front of it, one holding a small suitcase. They could not be more different.

 

One was tall, muscular, a mean expression on his face. The other was shorter, had a more boyish face, and an odd smile that made me shiver inside.

 

“She's all yours, buddy. Watch out, she a little more jumpy than-”

 

“Shut the fuck up.” The tall guy said, unimpressed. He grabbed the leash from my guard and waved him away. My guard obediently turned around and left, looking over his shoulder as he went.

 

My view of the guard walking down the hall was cut short when the leash went taut and I was dragged into the room, the skinny guy following me in, shutting the door behind him.

 

The room seemed larger than my cell; it had a pleasant aroma and was brightly lit. I was dumped into a chair, and my leash unfastened. Then, surprisingly, nothing. No restraints. I looked in front of me and was almost shocked to see a large desk covered in paperwork. A guy in glasses was busily working behind it; he didn't seem to notice us as we came in, as if used to seeing naked women dragged into his office.

 

The small guy with the suitcase carefully rested the suitcase against the desk, and sat down on a stool to the side of it. The other one had disappeared from my view, which I figured was probably a good thing. I looked at the guy busily writing at the desk more closely. He seemed very familiar, but I couldn't place him.

 

He suddenly put his pen down with a snap and looked right up into my eyes. It was Jim. The same small blue eyes, the same creepy stare. Only this time with glasses. He would have looked funny if I weren’t sitting naked in a chair in front of him. I opened my mouth to say something, but decided against it. Not yet.

 

“Let's see... #36, Kate?” he said looking up. “How are you?” he asked randomly.

 

“I'm fi-” I started to say but he cut me off.

 

“Good. We have nothing scheduled, so lets get right to business” he said briskly. “Starting with your set of rules; I expect to you to obey these at all times” he said matter-of-factly, and busied himself with a paper.

 

“Make me” I responded, defiantly, my voice shaking slightly. I wasn't rolling over like some dumb blond whore.

 

“What, you haven't even heard these rules, and you're already bitching?” he asked, smiling.

 

Before I even had a chance to respond, I felt the chair, with me in it, fly across the room. I landed painfully against the opposite wall, the huge white guy looking after me with pleasure. I yelped in pain and shock, trying to untangle myself from the chair.

 

Struggling out of the remains of my chair, I sat up awkwardly. I glared at Jim, who was giggling like a little kid. Pulling my hand out of the debris that once was my chair, I gave him the finger.

 

Before I could even judge his reaction, I felt someone pick me up and slam me against the wall. I felt a rush of pain around my nose, and felt a little dazed. Then the guard then slammed me against the wall again, this time holding me against it with his hand under the back of my neck. I could see blood where he had broken my nose against the wall.

 

Disoriented, I pushed back against the wall with my hands, with no success. My head was now turned sideways against the wall, my tits getting crushed as I struggled to free myself.

 

I was suddenly staring into the face of Jim, his glasses no longer on him. “It would have been so much easier if you simply obeyed” he crooned, his hand reaching out and patting my face. My face contorted with fury, I tried to spit at his hand. He pulled his now bloody hand back, wiping it on my hair.

 

The guard dropped me unexpectedly; I fell like a sack of bricks. He then picked me up, and pushed me face down on Jim's desk. Papers flew everywhere, I heard glass smash and a warm feeling near my belly, he must have thrown me right on some glass ornament on Jim's desk.

 

My face hanging off the edge of the desk, my legs spread at the opposite end, I saw Jim slowly walk around toward the front of the desk and sit down. He was no longer smiling, my face level with his chest, staring directly at him.

 

I twisted to get off the table, but the guard was holding me down with one hand. Jim grabbed my hair and forced me to look in his eyes.

 

I gasped and my eyes went round with shock, someone was entering me from behind! The guard behind me was slowly forcing his cock up my ass, painfully inching his way forward.

 

Jim breathed in sharply, as if taking in my expression of shock. He then dropped my hair, and my head fell forward painfully. I no longer saw his face; I only felt the pain of what seemed like a baseball bat, shoving its way up my ass. I screamed in pain, tears streaming down my face. I felt the intruder recede, then force its way right up again, causing my entire body to lurch forward as he pounded my ass.

 

I was out of breath, screaming each time he pushed forward. I could hear Jim reading something, but I understood nothing I heard.

 

“ -- you have no choice --”

 

I yelled out as the pain reached new heights. Saliva was pouring out of my mouth, my face covered in sweat. I could taste a salty liquid, the tears mingling with blood from my broken nose, dripping into my mouth.

 

“ -- learn to obey--”

 

His cock ramming faster and faster up my ass, I could no longer scream. Closing my eyes tightly I could only gasp each time he pushed me forward.

 

As he thrusted even harder up my ass, I felt something enter my mouth. Looking up, I could make out the blurry outline of Jim putting a dental gag in my mouth. My jaws were suddenly stretched as wide as they would go, and staring past my tears I could see him stand up and pull his zipper down. Oh god, not this...

 

He put his warm cock in my mouth, not, pushing, just letting it sit there. The guy behind me was still grinding his cock up my ass, pushing me slightly forward with each thrust. Jim's cock was expanding as my tongue involuntarily brushed past it.

 

He then slowly started edging it down my throat. I gagged as he slowly, firmly, pushed it further and further down my throat. The man behind me was breathing heavily now; I could feel his cock start to pulsate inside me. He was close, but Jim was taking his time, slowly edging it down my throat.

 

He pushed too far and I could no longer control the gag reflex, he quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth and jumped back as I threw up at his feet. Behind me, the guard had spent his cock inside my ass, and was slowly pulling out.

 

I moaned softly, utterly exhausted. The pain near my belly had intensified, and I limply tried to roll over, with no success.

 

Jim sat down and looked into my face, almost hopefully. Seeing him brought back all my hatred and I tried to sit up on the table. I wanted to rip this mans head off, but I could barely move my hands. I fell back onto the table, my head falling forward.

 

I heard Jim sigh, and he motioned toward the skinny guy who had so far done nothing but watch with little interest.

 

He immediately opened his little suitcase and started pulling things out.

 

I heard Jim talking to someone, and looking up I saw him leafing through some papers, shouldering a phone.

 

“Yeah, hi, this is Jim” he barked into the phone.

 

The small guy was now holding a syringe, slowly filling it from a little bottle in his suitcase.

 

“...No, not going well. I don't want to really damage her, but this won't work....”

 

Good, I thought to myself. He wasn't getting through to me. I looked back at the guy messing with his suitcase; he was now pulling on latex gloves.

 

“...Exactly, yeah. I know, you told me. Yeah. Listen, I want to hold off on the hormone therapy for now...”

 

Hormone therapy? What? Was he going to turn me into a man? The only thing that rang a bell when I thought of hormone therapy were those freak-shows where people had sex-change operations...

 

Now that he had his gloves on, the small guy ripped open a small packet, and walked towards me. Oh no, this can't be happening. I moaned into my gag, too weak to move.

 

“...What? Anyway, so yeah I'm going to do the usual anti-psychotic treatment for now, we can usually work it through that way. Zi-lo-something something. I can't pronounce it. No, it won't really hurt her...”

 

I was relieved it wasn't any hormones... anti-psychotic? What even is that? I looked behind me; the small guy was rubbing a spot on my ass. He went back to his suitcase, and pulled the needle out, tapping it.

 

“...Great. Ok. Keep in touch.” Jim hung up and looked at me, his blue eyes narrow and his face twisted in a depraved smile.

 

I looked back to see the small guy position the needle at my ass, and squeeze the liquid inside me. The spot where he injected me stung a little. I moaned, unable to stop him from. Oh my god, what was he doing to me? I started crying again; I felt so helpless and afraid...

 

“All done. I'll be back tomorrow in case you need me.” With that, the small guy closed his suitcase and left the room.

 

Jim looked around, kicked some papers that had fallen off his desk, and left the room. The room was quiet now; I felt it darken. What was happening? I was still lying on the desk, in the same position they had left me in.

 

I started to shiver, sweating at the same time. My head felt heavy... too heavy. There seemed to be something pushing my head down... down... I heard someone come into the room, breaking the reverie.

 

“Whoa, Kate, they trashed you good this time” he said, a little shocked by the mess he saw. I didn't recognize him, but he didn't seem too bad. He was a tall black guy, sweating into his plain gray shirt. I could vaguely remember him... but in my memories he wasn't nice at all.

 

My eyes rolled into my head, I felt myself lose control of my muscles… I felt a growing wetness near my crotch, and then my head banged forward, everything sliding out of focus.

 

 

Iniquity: Chapter 2 Part 2

 

 

I woke up right where I had been dumped, in the side of the road. Every part of me ached, and there was an awful pounding in my head. I slowly, painfully, pulled myself onto my hands and knees. There was a disgusting taste in my mouth; there was a nasty smell in the air around me.

 

It was dark outside, the narrow road forbidding and silent. I shivered, sitting down on the side of the road, holding myself to keep warm. There was a slight breeze that was making me numb; it was just barely strong enough to keep me from ever feeling warm.

 

I looked down the road, seeing nothing. My eyes were almost covered with a crusty substance, even if it wasn’t so dark I doubted I could see much. Then, I saw a light, far away in the distance. A street lamp? Why did it suddenly turn on, I though to myself. I watched it intently; there was little else I could do.

 

It was growing bigger and bigger, now splitting into two separate lights. Was I imagining this? I looked again and suddenly realized it was a car, heading right at me.

 

I heard an awful screeching sound as I stood up, and holding my hand out in front of me, saw the car hit me lightly. I fell into the pavement, more from surprise than from any real pain, waiting for the car to crush me. I looked up and saw the car, literally on top of me, but not moving.

 

The door opened, and someone got out of the car hurriedly, holding a cell phone to his ear.

 

“...Anti-psychotics? Who the fuck asked you for anti-psychotics?” the man said into his cell phone. It was ridiculous, he was talking into his cell phone while slowly walking towards me, his eyes glued to me but his thoughts clearly far away.

 

“...Ok, Jim, no. This is retarded. Since when do you - , look, how am I supposed to know the name?”

 

He squatted in front of me, still talking on the phone, but now staring right into my eyes.

 

“...no, Jim listen-, ok. I have to go, all right just don't kill her. If I wanted her dead you're the last on my list. All right. Bye.” He closed his cell phone and put it in his pocket. He was so close to me I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

 

He then straightened up, and sat on the hood of his car, reaching into his pocket for something.

 

“Hello, Jessica. Never thought I'd see you here,” he said, without looking at me. He was now searching his other pocket for something, seemingly preoccupied.

 

I looked away quickly. How did he know me? I had never seen this guy before. Who was he...?

 

I looked up and gasped in shock. He was still sitting on the hood of his car, but now he was pointing a gun at me. I gasped, everything looked so strange, illuminated only by the car's headlights.

 

“You were supposed to disappear, Jess. I wasn't supposed to see you again” he said evenly, then added almost to himself “those bastards never do anything right on their own...”

 

“Please... don't...” I whispered, crying all of a sudden. I was so scared; he seemed so angry with me about something. I saw his hand twitch slightly, the pistol made an echoing clicking sound. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to shoot. My entire life, gone. I couldn’t fathom the fact that I would not be here, I would not exist, I would be some lifeless lump to be talked about on the morning news.

 

It seemed like ages passed, I was now loudly sobbing on the ground. It was such a waste, such a waste... I looked up when I heard a voice.

 

“This is Gavin. Hi, didn't mean to wake you up. Get over here, now.” He was barking into his cell phone again, I could see his blurry outline past my tears.

 

The gun was no longer in his hand, it had disappeared together with his slightly drunken voice. Had I imagined the whole thing? I picked myself off the ground, sitting up a little.

 

“...That’s what I told you, freaking moron. I said 'get rid of her', not 'dump her on the side of the road for the cops to find'. Now shut up, and follow my cell phone.” He clicked his cell phone shut, and put it in his pocket. Looking back at me, he studied my face intently.

 

I wanted to say something, anything, to make him go away, but I was too scared. He was calmly sitting on the hood of his car, watching me, not moving. It was all too strange, the way he apparently tried to kill me, twice. He had first hit me with his car, the second time even pointing a gun at me; both times stopping in the last second.

 

The quiet was broken by the sound of a loud van coming up behind Gavin's car. He stood up, straightened his tie, and looked toward the van as two men got out. They were both dressed impeccably in dark suits, their eyes hidden behind dark glasses. They seemed nervous, and stood in front of Gavin, waiting.

 

He returned their questioning looks, and then nodded at me. They both came toward me, holding me under my arms.

 

“Follow my car.” Gavin quickly walked into driver’s seat of his car, slamming the door. The two men hurriedly pulled me into the van, and got into the front seats. There was no divider between them and me, they were obviously not afraid of me doing anything to stop them. I could see the taillights of Gavin's car already in the distance.

 

“‘Follow my car'” one of the said in an exaggerated tone, and burst into nervous laughter. “Does this guy practice in front of a mirror?” the other one chimed in.

 

They both looked so different when they weren't in front of Gavin. Both lost the grim look, the calm air of superiority. One of the even turned on the radio, the sound of music floated down the van.

 

I leaned against the back of the van, breathing deeply. There were stacks of books, boxes filled with strange equipment, all sitting in the back of the van with me. This ride seemed so familiar, it bounced in the same way, only then it had been totally silent except for the sound of the engine. Now, I could hear them conversing in the front, drowning out the sound of the radio.

 

“... And then the guy just breaks down, he's all crying and shit. 'No, mommy'” one of them started in a high voice, and they both laughed loudly.

 

They were quiet for a few seconds, the sound of an upbeat song filling the emptiness.

 

“Dude, it smells in here,” one of them said, and turning all the way around he looked at me.

 

“No kidding dude, you saw what they did to her” the other responded. He also turned around to look at me too, ignoring the road.

 

“Ok, look, it was my idea, and now that I think about it, not my best” he laughed. “She smells worse than that Asian slut we got last time.”

 

“You mean the Japanese one, ‘take-it-da-sushi-roll’” the driver imitated horribly. They were both laughing in the front, ignoring me trying to be as small as possible in the back of the van.

 

I noticed it had gone quiet in the front, both had calmed down somewhat, no longer laughing.

 

“This is horrible. The van stinks, dude” the driver said, annoyed. His friend fished around in the glove compartment, and pulling out a small bottle he threw it at me.

 

The bottle bounced on the floor and rolled towards me. I picked it up; it was a men’s aerosol deodorant. I squeezed the trigger experimentally, a cloud of vapor landed on my hand. It had a strong smell, not unpleasant, but very powerful. Looking up, I saw the guy still staring at me.

 

“Does she even speak English?” he asked the driver, laughing slightly. The driver just buried his head in the wheel, shaking with laughter.

 

The guy walked out of his seat, and squatted near me. “Take bottle, and spray” he said slowly, motioning with his hands, as if to a child.

 

I hesitantly held the bottle in my hand. He silently laughed, throwing his head back. Taking the bottle from me, he violently pushed it up against my face and started spraying.

 

The spray hit my face, and my eyes began to burn. I yelped in pain, holding my hands to my head, the spray going into my mouth. It had a bitter taste that left me coughing violently. The guy just kept holding it up to me, spraying my face like there was no tomorrow.

 

When he stopped spraying, I could hear the driver banging the wheel in uproarious laughter. The guy near me was nervously giggling.

 

My eyes were burning, I felt like I was being suffocated. The strong odor was overpowering my nose, I tried to shake my head to get the smell off, but nothing worked. I thrashed around, my hands over my eyes, my throat burning as I inhaled the fume.

 

“Uhh... she's going all weird” the guy said nervously. The driver was still laughing, his head banging on the wheel. He honked by accident. “Is this stuff safe? Boss is gonna kill us if she dies” he said, real concern in his voice now.

 

“Dies? You freaking idiot, gimme the bottle” the driver said. There was a scuffle, and then I heard him reading “'Avoid spraying in eyes and excessive inhalation.' Wow buddy, you're pretty damn smart” he snarled angrily. “'...Concentrating and inhaling can be harmful or fatal'” he continued, then suddenly laughed. “This stuff is harmless, theres a bigger warning on my toothpaste.”

 

“She’s turning blue” his friend replied, his voice scared. He slapped me in the face several times, and my hand slipped from my eye. I could barely breathe, the aroma suffocating me; tears were flowing out of my eyes. I breathed in raggedly, then coughed several times. I opened my eye slowly, the pain still overwhelming me.

 

“She's fine” the guy announced, and moved back to the front. “Whew, I thought we were fucked back then” he said, and sighed dramatically. The driver had rolled down the window and was hanging his hand out, shaking his head.

 

I huddled closer to the side of the van, wiping my eyes. The smell from the deodorant was still heavy, but no longer suffocating me. I looked up to see the guy in front still staring at me. It was lighter outside, the sky was gray and drops of rain were coming from the open window.

 

We continued for a while in silence; I stared out the window at the lane markings on the highway. My eyes were no longer burning, they just itched uncomfortably; my throat was dry, the bitter taste still lingering in my mouth.

 

We continued in silence for awhile, the radio no longer on. We soon got off the highway, and followed the black BMW in front of us. We turned into the driveway of a large house, continued past an open gate, and stopped in front of a side entrance. Gavin got out of the car in front of us, and the two men also stepped out of the van. I could hear their conversation through the open window.

 

“You two smell like... you just smell” came Gavin's voice. They offered some hurried excuses, and then the side door of the house opened and a tall guy came out. He had long hair, a goatee, and wore small black sunglasses.

 

Gavin quickly turned away from his two friends and approached the newcomer. “Hey, Jason, it's been awhile” he said politely.

 

The longhaired guy, Jason, didn't answer at first. He looked towards the van, then back at Gavin. “Lemme guess, you have another one you don't know what to do with.”

 

Gavin nodded politely, “Are you already booked or something? I'm sure you have room for another.” I had no idea what they were talking about.

 

“You know I already have one” he growled. “You came here last week with Monica. Where do you get them?” He sounded slightly annoyed, but he also sounded like he enjoyed the Gavin’s little visits more than he admitted.

 

“Hey, you've had more than two at one time before” Gavin responded. Two people? Jason was going to 'have' me?

 

Jason clearly consented, but didn't say anything. He walked back into the house, leaving the door open behind him. Gavin turned around at the two drivers in the van. “Get her in there” he hissed.

 

They turned around, and walked back to the van. I panicked, trying to run somewhere, but they just opened the van and dragged me in front of Gavin. “Why would I want her?” he said in disgust. “Get her in there. And what does she smell like?” he asked, wrinkling his nose.

 

They started dragging me toward the door when Jason came out, pulling a garden hose with him.

 

“Wow, wow, easy buddy. She's not coming in here looking like that,” he said. Gavin nodded to the two men holding me, and they dumped me down slightly away from the house. I looked up and the spray from the hose caught me right in the stomach, knocking me into a sitting position.

 

I rolled away from the water, but he just kept spraying me; every part of me was soon numb. When the water stopped, I looked up and saw Jason walking toward me with the hose. I was relieved that it was over, so I didn't run. Instead he came up to me, grabbed my wet hair in his hand, and shoved the front of the hose into my mouth, squeezing the cold water right down my throat. Just as quickly as he started he stopped, and leaning forward I started coughing water up on the pavement.

 

Jason then went back into the house, taking the hose with him. I was shivering uncontrollably now, still coughing up water. I didn't feel anything when the two men picked me up and carried me into the house. Still dripping, they dropped me onto a bed and left the room without a word.

 

I was exhausted, I had had a long day (or was it a night?). I lay back on the bed, and drifted off to a deep sleep.