Consequence

WARNING: The contains subject matter about a violent sex act/assault. Not for everyone, please use your own discretion.

Melanie’s cell phone vibrates on her nightstand. The LCD flashes with a familiar number. She sits, watching the flashing numbers. ”Don’t pick up, Mel.” The voice in her head directs her and as she often does, Melanie ignores it.

"Do you want company?" Steve’s voice is honey sweet, with just a touch of desperation.

Despite everything, Melanie likes it when Steve sounds this way, so urgent and hungry.

"Where is she?" Melanie asks, referring to Steve’s girlfriend.

It has become their habit to speak of her in pronouns. She is their nameless victim.

"Out. I'm coming over." Steve announces and disconnects before she can launch an objection, not that Melanie ever refuses him or his late night visits.

She strips off the smoke-tainted t-shirt and gets a heel caught in the leg of her jeans as she attempts to struggle free of them. Drunk. She always seems to be drunk when Steve calls on her. He has an uncanny ability to know just when her sense of morality and judgment may be compromised by too much tequila.

She should have stayed out in the bar with her friends instead of coming home early. Melanie chastises herself for being such an easy mark.

Sinking down onto her bed, Melanie feels her skin flush prickly warm all over. Her head feels too light for her body and she feels a little sick. Before she can get a better grip on herself, the twin beams of headlights arch across the driveway, cutting the black night. She has left the front door unlocked and she hears Steve let himself in. He charges up the stairs and stands for a moment, silhouetted in her bedroom doorway. All at once he is moving toward her, covering the ground between them in a few powerful strides.

"This is so stupid." Melanie manages to croak out in the dark, pulling herself up onto her knees on the bed.

"I know." Steve says, stepping forward and burying his head in her neck. He is already biting and sucking at her greedily.

Melanie reaches out and grasps his belt buckle. Her fingers fumble with his pants but she gets the zipper down. Steve’s erection strains against his briefs. He hisses as she frees his cock, wraps a hand around it and squeezes it. Melanie leans back, letting his mouth find her breasts. Not bothering with the clasp, Steve tugs her bra up over them. She feels his teeth close down on first one of her swollen nipples, then the other.

“Suck it.” Steve orders.

Melanie bends forward to take him into her mouth. He groans and swells inside her. She can already taste him, dripping on her tongue. Steve hooks his fingers in the crotch of her thong panties and tears them away, the sound of ripping fabric making her pussy wetter. Steve begins to rain a volley of hard smacks on her ass. Melanie can feel the welts already. She goes at his cock with abandon, drawing her hot mouth up and down the shaft, flicking his balls with her tongue. Above her, Steve begins to pant and sweat. He stops smacking her long enough to tug on and fondle her breasts, then resumes spanking her. The aesthetic effects of the tequila have begun to wear off and her ass begins to burn under his assault. Melanie reaches a hand back to ward off the blows but Steve grabs her wrist and locks it uselessly behind her back. He thrusts himself deeper down her throat, gagging her. She can smell his sex, heated and musky. Melanie pulls away, turns her head when he tries to force his cock back in her mouth.

“You don’t want it in your mouth anymore?” He asks, and begins fighting to flip her over onto her back so he could bury himself inside her.

"No, not that way", Melanie tells him, "from behind, fuck me from behind."

She has always insisted that they have sex this way. Steve pulls the short hair at the base of her neck until she looks up at him. He bends to kiss her mouth, laughing when she pulls away. They never kiss either.

"What? You don't want to kiss me? Kiss me.” Steve tells her.

“Kiss me.” He demands again, tugging his belt free and brandishing it for her, “kiss me or I will beat your ass to ribbons.”

Melanie feels the first tugs of alarm.

"Come on Steve, just fuck me. “ She pleads, confused by both his aggression and his threats.

Melanie drops down on all fours, pouting at him over her shoulder. The bite of the leather on her naked flesh makes her cry out in pain. She launches herself toward the far end of the bed but Steve catches her before she can escape, seizing her roughly around her middle. His hand travels to the back of her neck. He drags her up to her knees and turns her so she is face to face.

"I don't want to do it like that this time. I want you to look at me when I fuck you." Steve eyes glitter dangerously in the dark.

Steve's face looks hard and angry in the moonlight. He pushes her back. The shove is brutal. It sends her crashing down on her back in the sheets, driving the air out of her lungs. Steve grabs her thighs, pulls her toward him. Melanie is terrified by the sudden violence. At last finding her breath and her voice, she screams. Steve slaps her, open-handed but enough to rattle her teeth and leave her momentarily stunned. He falls on her, driving himself into her so fiercely that she screams again and again in shock and pain.

“Look at me Bitch.” He yells down at her, his spittle hitting her in face.

"What about that? huh? Look at me." He screams, raging at her.

Melanie is thrashing and kicking as Steve continues to rape her. She drags her nails down his sweating back until they are broken and ragged. She sobs, numb with fear and confusion. Melanie screws her eyes shut and prays for it to be over. Steve, oblivious to everything, seems intent on tearing her apart with the viciousness of his assault. He pounds away at her then, with hands like talons, pulls her ass wide and drives a finger deep into her rectum. The violation sends new waves of pain rippling through her body and she twists to free herself again. She is pinned. She feels Steve’s body tense and tightens. Suddenly he pulls out of her, reaches down squeezes her neck until her eyes fly wide open in fear.

“Watch me.” He says in a low voice, full of menace.

All at once, his long, hard body is rocked by a tremendous orgasm. Steve comes in thick, ropey threads across her breasts, stomach and thighs. He covered his with his semen, throwing his head back and howling with release. He collapses forward on her. Sickened and aching, Melanie lies motionless beneath him, whimpering. She lies, unmoving while he gets up and pulls on his clothes. She hears him fishing around for his keys; she prays he won’t turn on the light. Melanie could not bear being with him in the light.

She hears the jangle of his keys. “Well, I have to get back before she does.” Steve says his voice normal again.

Melanie is silent. She feels him lean down, close to her.

"Next time we'll do it your way" he says, the honey-sweet promise floating down on her from the darkness above her head, turning her stomach sore with the stench.