Chapter 6

Jennifer immediately looked back down at the floor with wide eyes. Why did Mark have a knife? Was he going to murder her? Here in this basement? She didn’t know exactly where this basement was either. Could they just kill her and dump her body out back with no one able to find her for months or years? Or throw her in an incinerator and dispose of her that way? She had no way of knowing.

She felt Mark standing next to her and slowly turned her head to see his bare feet planted next to her. She felt the flat side of the blade of the butterfly knife under her chin and she whimpered as her face was directed up to look at him. Their eyes met and hers suddenly filled with tears, though nothing spilled yet.

Mark’s usual smirk was there though his eyes weren’t smiling at all. She could see the fury churning just underneath the surface and she just knew that before the night was over she was either going to be dead ... or wish she was.

“What did I tell you about looking at me?”

Her mouth opened to reply but only a croaking attempt to speak came out at first. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly very dry and then cleared her throat and tried again, “To ... to not.”

Mark nodded and drew the flat side of the knife up along her cheek then slowly pulled it away from her head. He moved back and sat down on the nearby couch where just moments ago she was having a pleasant time playing a game with Chris. He rested his hands behind his head and gestured to his semi-erect cock, feeling like he didn’t have to explain what he wanted.

Jennifer looked down a few seconds after he took the knife away and only glanced up passingly to see what his orders were. She crawled closer to him and rested between his legs, bringing her arms up to grab hold of his member and guide it into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head and she slid her tongue around it in circles to get him more excited and to also get her mouth to make more saliva.

Mark rested the hand not holding the knife on the back of her head, not to force her to go faster or slower, but simply to give himself the feeling that he was in control of her actions. It wasn’t long before he was at full mast and she paused to try and get the same feeling as she had last night. She swallowed and took him a little deeper. Jennifer swallowed again and plunged her throat down on his rod until her nose buried into his pubic hair.

She felt a small measure of pride as she heard Mark gasp and moan out in pleasure, “Oooh shit girl. You do that so much better th-.” He coughed and she had the feeling it was fake to stop himself from saying anything more, but whatever. She knew Mark wasn’t the one to get into it with. He was being pleasured and not pissed off, so she at least was doing good for now. Better than how she thought things were going to go when she saw the knife.

Mark could feel the head beginning to get more sensitive to he pushed her head off of him and got to his feet. He roughly grabbed her hair and threw her onto the couch with her knees still on the floor. She wanted to scream when he did but forced herself to stifle it so it wouldn’t upset him, so she took the action stoically.

She felt his hands on her waist and that her buttcheeks were spread wide open. Then she heard him spit and felt it splatter all over her tight hole, “Since Chris already opened you up for me, I guess I don’t have to be so gentle now, do I?”

She tensed up at first but remembered her lessons with Chris and inhaled deeply, forcing herself to relax as much as possible. She knew this was coming eventually and she knew that he wasn’t going to be gentle about it.

Jennifer was waiting for him to start raping her but he wasn’t moving and flinched when he smacked her on the back of her head.

“DO I?!”

“No, sir!”

She had replied how she felt he would have wanted to be called which surprised Mark only a little. He smirked and guided the wet tip to her puckered hole and, with the hand holding the knife on her waist and the other one on her shoulder to pull her into him, forced himself as deep as he could go in a single thrust. As a good four inches of his dick slid into her incredibly tight ass, he moved the hand on the waist up and held the knife to her throat.

Her reaction was to tense up at the pain and since that did nothing to stop the intrusion of her anal passage she screamed out at the top of her lungs. She inhaled when she ran out of breath to scream again and tried twisting and turning to get away from him, “It hurts! It hurts so bad!! Take it oouuuut!!-” She was immediately still and quieted when she felt the knife to her throat.

“There you go. You need to stop fighting me.”

She felt him flex just before shoving more of himself into her to which she groaned out a whispered whimper, tears now flowing freely. Mark moaned as he bottomed out inside of her and chuckled, smacking her ass again, “Hot damn girl.”

She wanted to scream as he pulled out of her completely and she heard him spit again. She really didn’t want to see, but she had to. Her head turned to looked behind her and she saw his dick at full erection with a little bit of blood on it even. ‘Good God that hurt so much,” she thought to herself.

Stupid her for thinking it was over. She gasped as Mark held her down with his arm again and angled his ramrod back to her tight asshole, nudging the head in before shoving the whole cock in there to the root.

There was no foreplay. There was minimal lube. Whatever part of her brain that felt pain must have shut down because she was suddenly light headed and calm. She almost felt like she was looking down at Mark plowing into another young girl from behind, but she knew that it was herself, grunting with each slap of his hips to her ass cheeks.

Chris stepped out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around his waist. It was late at night so his parents would be asleep. He sat down on his bed with a deep sigh, contemplating what was happening. Neither of the other girls had affected him this way, and here he was practically falling in love with her.

He looked up at the small T.V. that was turned off. It was the camera feeds to the basement. He knew he shouldn’t look, because it would surely just upset him. He laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

...

“Fuck it.”

He got up and turned the T.V. on. It was an old tube so it took a minute for the screen to light up with static before tuning in to the cameras.

His eyes narrowed and his face scrunched up in anger. He knew the whole point of kidnapping her was to fuck her and/or do whatever they wanted with her, but that level of physical force was unnecessary. It was dangerous, actually. If he damaged her enough to require a trip to the hospital, she’d end up ... just like the others.

He shook his head and put a pair of boxers on before leaving his bedroom in a hurry.

Jennifer was now looking up at Mark on her back, his rock hard cock ramming in and out of her pussy. She was silently crying at her helplessness. Mark was holding her hands above her with only one of his and the other had the knife held against her throat. She was so afraid that he’d just cut her open and not stop until he came inside her dead body.

That thought was one of the reasons that she was gaining no pleasure from this. Even after a while it felt good with Chris, and she supposed she was still sore as she only lost her virginity like five or six hours ago, but he was being too rough and scaring the daylights out of her.

Mark just focused on her face as he grunted with each thrust into her. He could tell she wouldn’t cum from this and that was fine with him. He just wanted to get his rocks off and scare her a little more.