CHAPTER ONE
Stacey sat up and arched her back
forward. She put her hands out on the wet ground in front of her.
Conrad
watched, unflinching. “Clothes,” he repeated.
Stacey
crawled across the concrete until she was at his feet. She put her hands around
Conrad’s legs and he allowed it.
“Please,” she
said. “This isn’t a dignified setting.”
“It’s
dignified enough for me,” Conrad replied. “And what’s good enough for me is
good enough for you.”
He went for
the collar of her dress and she latched onto his wrists.
“There are
other ways I can be of use to you,” Stacey protested. “I only ask that you show
me mercy. As you showed your brother…”
Conrad’s
hands relaxed. They shifted from the dress to form a cup around Stacey’s neck.
“You are not
my brother,” Conrad said. “And I intend to use you in every way you can
imagine. Now, if you want my mercy, you will get naked for me. Your body is not
sacred.”
Stacey closed
her eyes. She let her hands slip from him, and slowly backed away across the ground.
She opened her eyes again and looked out to the sky behind Conrad. Searching…
Searching… Searching through the storm…
“He’s not
coming to save you this time,” Conrad stated. “There is more in his life than
you.”
Stacey
continued to hesitate.
“I can do it
for you,” Conrad said. “If you leave me no choice.”
“No,” Stacey
replied. “I can do it.”
She stood up
and put her hands to the back of the dress. Moments later it fell from her body
in a saturated heap.
She took tiny
steps backward. Her arms covered her parts.
Conrad
advanced.
He stooped to
retrieve the dress from the ground. He held it up, dripping.
Stacey
cringed.
As his eyes
centered on her, Conrad opened his mouth and stuffed the dress inside it. After
it appeared to be swallowed, his body emitted a momentary green glow.
Conrad licked
his lips. “Come here, Slave. I’m still hungry.”
Stacey
continued to shield herself. Her feet were glued to the ground.
Conrad took a
step towards her.
He reached
out and ruffled her hair. “Why do you do that?” he mused. “Why do you make me
feel like such a monster?”
“I don’t
belong to you,” Stacey said trembling.
“I’ve had you
before though.”
“I haven’t
had you.”
Conrad put
his hand to his chest and ripped the shirt from his body. He grabbed Stacey’s
right hand at her breast and made her touch him.
“You are
mine,” he assured her. “I promise you, you belong to no one else.”
The sky
flashed with lightning.
His body had
surrounded her, collapsing her defenses. Still, he took his time. He would take
Stacey here whether she wanted it or not, but his preference seemed to be to
use as little force as possible.
Stacey knew
though, she would make him use all the force he had.
And he would
hate her for it.
CHAPTER TWO
It was easier said than done though.
Standing there, shivering, shaking, Conrad’s skin touching hers all over, she
wasn’t sure how to resist him. Should she punch him? Should she try to push him
away? She was too afraid. Yet, that was exactly what she shouldn’t be. That
part of her needed to be stronger.
She was
disgusted by Conrad, but also turned on by him. And she was disgusted with her
body for being turned on. And then maybe angry at him. There was no one emotion
that Stacey was feeling. Except perhaps panic. She didn’t want this to happen.
Conrad wasn’t
going to back down now though. He loosened his pants buckle and they dropped to
his feet. Both of them. Standing there touching. Naked in the rain.
His hand was
at her cheek.
“You don’t
have to feel bad about this,” Conrad said. “You don’t have to feel bad because
he doesn’t love you. Think about it. This is all his fault. When I touch you –”
(His hand gripped her ass) “– it is because he has allowed it to happen.
Whether he didn’t have the strength, or the brains, or the love – he
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