Warning: This Part depicts fictional sexual themes, non-con, brutalities, masochism, shame and other various dark themes. These characters are all fictitious, no one was hurt. It is not my intention to offend anyone. Please skip to next part to skip over such scenes.

"YOU'RE A VIRGIN!" he said it like he was shocked.

But how could she ever be with anyone...once she knew of her past...of what was going to happen. She had been hesitant to experiment, to even date, knowing it was all going to end the same way...right here...right now...with him. Admittedly, she was surprised this was all happening so suddenly... with her brother in another room.

She'd just assumed when her brother had left that Jesep would tell her the plan, what he required her to do, to go away with him but when she made it clear she wouldn't fight that she would go with him willingly, he suddenly came at her. Kissing and undressing her, she froze up unsure of what to do. She...she couldn't deny him, Esma had made it more then clear to do whatever he wanted. So she went with whatever he wanted.

He had her feet spread now and was poised over her… even thought she knew what to expect. She found herself still petrified, she always feared the pain but seeing his member also instilled terror into her heart. In her mind, in her dreams, she had seen a penis a thousand times..she had drawn them, painted them but to...to see his engorged member flopping about her...to see every pulsating veiny detail and know she couldn't wake up, it had been to much, she'd started sobbing.

It hadn't detoured Jesep in the slightest though. He kept trying to shove it in her at one point he told her to stop it, he insisted that she want it that she want it inside her. Yet he almost seem to be asking. She choked yes, what else could she say...Was he testing her? She made it clear she'd do whatever he wanted. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over with. He messed around with her some more and then shoved something painfully inside her, for a moment she had thought it was his member, it hurt but not as much as she'd prepared herself for.

He pulled out and then shoved back into her again, she felt him moving around and realized it was his finger. He called out to her surprised she was a virgin. She opened her eyes then and he looked almost baffled. He kept feeling around inside her like he really couldn't believe she hadn't been with anyone. She painfully winced and just looked at him.

There was something...something off about him. He was different somehow. She recalled earlier when she first realized Esma was Gigi. She had felt something then and when she returned this afternoon and had stood next to Harold she had felt it again. The sense of who she was...she assumed it depended on how close she was to another. Yet...if that were the case... Why had she yet to feel the sense Urel gave off. She could feel something but it felt faint like and echo….

Jesep pulled his finger out and looked hesitant. She wondered for a moment, if he maybe wanted to wait...to savor this moment in a more private setting. He looked down between her legs and then up at her again. He pulled back and she felt a wave of relief wash over her. Yet he readjusted himself. She looked into his eyes and he now seemed dreadfully determined.

He put a hand on her abdomen, pinning her and then took himself up in his other hand. He said more to himself then her, "No matter what I do this is going to hurt..."

Horror beset her once more, she couldn't help it, she cried out. His eyes flickered up as if aware of her presence once more. He smiled, nodded and said, "I'll make it quick!"

His words brought her no comfort. Her eyes widened as he scooted her closer to him. She watched him focus and then place himself. She realized he was going to put it inside her...no matter what. She grasped hold of the tarp beneath her, uncontrollably sobbing. She didn't think she could do this. She tried to think of her brother...his safety. She reminded herself she had no choice. She never had a choice. It was always going to happen...in every life...he would find her and and take her….whether she wanted it or not...it was always going to happen...for all eternity.

She shivered as he pushed and she felt her body refuse him. Maybe she could ask to hold off until her body felt ready or to try something else to ease him in. She choked "Uh...MAYBE"

"Shh," he hissed, "Keep quiet!"

She closed her mouth and then he adjusted himself once more. He pushed again putting his weigh behind it. She felt the pressure the pain of his tip forcing it's way into her. She felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her head they were so wide. He kept pushing, holding her still, he made it so her body had no choice but to break under his might. She cried out something fierce as she felt the head of his penis finally pierce into her.

He quickly moved the hand that pinned her abdomen down, clasping it over her mouth. "I told you to be quiet," he hissed in frustration.

Tears trickled down the sides of her face. She could barely see her vision was so blurry, all she could do was feel every second, every inch, ripping into her virgin body. It felt like he was tearing her apart...like he was sinking a knife into her instead of his- Her body began to give way more and more as he jerked pushing harder then ever.

She spiraled into agony, everything in the room started to vibrate...it shook and began to slightly lift. She could feel the hairs on her body stand on end. She knew it was her powers...she...she was in so much pain...she...she was losing control. Every fiber of her being wanted him out of her off of her. She felt a rising within her and then her eyes flashed to something on the ceiling the shadow it grew bigger and bigger taking up nearly the whole ceiling. It waved its hand about as if to say 'Na, ah ah….the promise...remember….you promised to go willing for Harold…"

Genoa balled her hands into fists around the tarp, she'd already wadded up. She breathed deeply trying to control herself...control her powers…The rattling stopped and the items...settled she let out a gasp of relief relaxing her tightened muscles, for a second and then she felt him, fully shove up into her. His hips hitting her pelvis as her body finally shattered beneath him. She choked seize on her tears crying out as his mouth covered her.

He himself shuttered...but with pleasure. He seethed "FUCK...FUCK...FUCK THIS PUSSY...FUCK...OH FUCK...YESSSS"

He held himself still for a moment that seemed to go on forever and then he pulled back and he was gone as he plunged back in to her. Her eyes blurred with tears she could barely see once more vague lights and shape as he he began to buck inside her. She tired to stay still...limp as every part of her cried out in agony. She felt like she was on fire, like she was being burned from the inside out.

After a few excruciating thrusts...she felt wetness wash all over her and realized she was bleeding. It was enough to lubricate the friction between them but did little to lessen the pain...the pain...in her nightmares...in her most terrifying nightmares she had recalled the pain...time and time again but still it hadn't prepared her for the quaking within in. She trembled as his thrust became wild...faster. He slammed her body into the tarp, the paint beneath them sliding them about the floor..

He began to move his hands about her body grasping hold of her breasts, he held onto them so tight, she felt like he was trying to pop them. The pain, the pain...THE PAIN, the burn, the burn...THE BURN. She could barely think, gasped choking on her tears as her body ignited. Slowly the pain, the burning began to change within her as something dark...something deep within her stirred.

Genoa gasped...her heart quickening as she realized what was happening... Sometimes…. sometimes...sometimes... perhaps the worst part… the most horrendous realization of her nightmares… She turned her head to the side as he continued to slam into her. He'd torn into her, opened her up to her very core, violated every facet of her being...It was horrific….horrible...so so horrible and wrong….wrong….yet….Yet

A sickening heat began to overtake her. She recalled that moment in the nightclub...his need...her desire...so many moments she refused to accept...refused to admit... to admit that ...sometimes…sometimes- She HATED HIM...HATED HIM! HATED HIM! HE WAS A MONSTER. THE MASTER OF HER NIGHTMARES….HE RUINED EVERYTHING ..DESTROY EVERYTHING SHE HELD DEAR...CRUSH HER...BROKE HER...SHATTERED HER WORLD Yet...yet...yet this being...this…demon...this emperor of destruction that caused her the greatest pain she had ever known...also….sometimes... caused her...the greatest pleasure.

Genoa cried out in shame as her entire body shook. She felt disgusted with herself as her eyes lit up as she felt all the pain within her shift...turning to an intensity… a deep twisting pleasure rose up within her. She tried to resist to...to deny what was happen….She cried out yet not in a whimper but a moan.

She squirmed beneath him as he kept bucking into her...The pain was still there...it was sharp mixing and mingling with the pleasure. She uncontrollable reached out grasping hold of him, digging her nails into his back. She dragged them down, tearing up his skin. He roared out as she came to life beneath him, his eyes darkened with such pleasure, such intoxication. He could feel her body wrap around him. In turn he wrapped his arms around her, and clung to her tightly as if she were the only other in all of existence.

Genona whimpered with self-loathing...truley she was truly twisted…DEPRAVED ...A MASOCHIST! She loathed... she hated every part of her herself that derived such pleasure from the pain he inflicted upon her. She shuttered as a glorious feeling overtook her reasoning, her sense of right and wrong blured. No matter how much she wanted to deny him...curse him with the furry of a thousand suns. He completed her in a way that no other could.

Her muscles that had never known the girth of a cock, wrapped tightly around him, squeezing him, milking him for the seed that swelled deep within him. She threw her head back in utter ecstasy bearing down on him, pushing him up in into her cervix. She felt the tip of his head burst through and he began to scratched her uncontrollable itch.

For nearly a minutes the two grinded into each other furiously and then...and then...and then... Genoa gasped choking as her euphoria rammed into her, it a ripple through her core sending a shock wave through out her entire being. Her entire body lit up glowing with pleasure. She couldn't think she, she couldn't feel...she didn't want to. The pleasure surged through her entire being like a drug...

Her eyes rolled up into her head like she was having a seizure. He body uncontrollable, twitched and jutted against him bringing his own fruition close, soon he clung to her tightly shoving into her as deep as he could and stiffened…All time stopped as he released within her. Esma had sucked him off not even an hour before taking up his seed but his body had held back...his body had been storing something special…waiting… waiting all his life for this moment of his true release…

He sprayed into her filled her up completely and for a moment she felt...good...so sooo soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo goood. She reached heights she had never known before crashing back down…Just as suddenly as euphoria had overtaken her senses….despair came crashing down on her. She felt...bad...so so bad...so wrong. Her eyes came into focus...her body was curved back her privates attached to his as he rested his forehead just under her breasts. She could hear him panting with pleasure.

She swallowed her entire body aching...she felt weak...dehydrated. She tried to move to get free but he wouldn't let her, he held her to him with an iron grip. Tears streamed once more as she cried out madly. "I hate you...I HATE YOU!" but it wasn't for him…It wasn't for him...