Warning: Violence, Abuse
Jesep didn't want to pull out…Never in all of his life had he felt such a pussy wrapped around him so tight. When he learned she was a virgin, he'd been quite surprised, after what she painted and the way she painted it, he assumed she knew what it was to be fucked...Yet there she was before him completely untouched.
He'd considered stopping but the idea that no other had...had her, the idea that he would be her first, her only…was too good to pass up. Either way it was gonna hurt... even if she wasn't a virgin. He was too big for her cunt. He knew it would take some breaking in so to speak before she could really accept some pleasure and yet it would seem he was mistaken, the way she had cried out...wrapped around him.
He cooed never wanting to forget the feeling...this feeling right now. Yes, in this moment she was completely his…pussy and all. At one point he'd felt her second barrier, and she more then happily pushed him through. He breathed deeply kissing her chest. He'd never come so quick...never cum so hard. He could still feel her body twitch around him, greedily milking him for every last bit of his seed.
He felt like he was dropping bucking inside her….he pleasantly smiled realizing he would drop buckets. Yes...she was his...his...HIS! And she still had her ass...her mouth. He cooed again excited by the prospects of taking those too in time. He gathered her up in his arms as she mumbled to herself. He ran his face across her breasts and then bit her. He tore into her tender flesh until he drew blood. She cried out and jerked trying to pry him from her but she would learn, he didn't let go until he wanted to.
When he finally released her skin. She quickly tried to cover it, to sooth her wound but he grasped hold of her neck and squeezed it. He wanted to see his handy work...the first of many marks he would leave upon her. She let her hands drop and he licked the blood from her breast until it was clean. He also took in some paint but it was nothing compared to the taste of her. He pulled back admiring his teeth marks...the purple and blackening of her bruised skin. He chuckled to himself as she sobbed like a little bitch. She put her hands over her eyes shaking.
He saw something then...beyond her...something on the wall. It looked like the shadow of a man, standing behind him. He pulled her off him dropping her to the floor and turned round quickly ready to face his attacker only to find no one...He looked about the room. there was no place for someone to dart behind so quickly. It was just him and the whimpering cunt.
He sat back on his knees, ran a hand through his hair and looked back at the wall. The shadow was still three...it must be a painting, yeah one of hers...though he hadn't seen it before when he'd looked about. It suddenly waved at him, Jesep pulled back nearly falling. His eyes widened as he heard a dark whisper. "HeLlO aGaIn,"
Jesep held his chest like he was having a heart attack...his vision blurred...with shadows… spires… dark armies… his dark armies...his empire. His eyes blackened as dark veins spread out from the center of his chest and then and then-he heard someone yell!
"DON'T TOUCH ME! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" Jesep realized it was Harold, yelling just outside the door. "GENOA! GENOA!"
"Shit," he said, his mind and eyes clearing. The black pulse settling once more beneath the surface. He looked at the state of things and cursed once more "FUCK! FUCK!" His dick was covered in Genoa's virginity. Easily covered with pants but they were both covered in paint, she was curled up sobbing and rocking herself. Obviously caught up in her head.
If Harold came in here now…He...Jesep quickly got to his feet he needed to clean up... even if it was impossible...he still had to try to make things look... not as bad. He dashed to his feet pulling up his briefs and pants...tucking himself away. He pulled up his zipper buckled his belt and looked for his tank top. He put it on making great time. He grasped hold of his shirt, thinking Harold wouldn't know they fucked just that they rolled around in paint. He pulled on his shirt and began buttoning it he heard scuffling and then, "GENOA GENOA!"
He looked to her, she'd yet to move. He ran up to her and kicked her. She cried out rolling on her back. He didn't mean to kick her so hard, he just meant to nudge her, to draw her out of herself. She needed to help him out here! He didn't have time to apologize, "Get up...get dressed," he hissed. She didn't move she just rocked clearly she was unstable. Apparently he really had fucked her brains out. He roughly grabbed her arm and yanked her to sit. He slapped her cheeks till she looked at him, "GET UP, GET DRESSED OR…or... or I will hurt your brother!"
She seized with fear at his threat. He'd just fucked and yet...that look of sheer panic in her eyes was making him hard all over again. He pressed his lips against hers without a second thought. She pulled away from him resisted him. Then she dared to looked at him with spite… After the load he dropped in her pussy, she was luck he gave her what she wanted that he was her first.
He wanted to teach her some gratitude and found his hand already raised to hit her and she pulled back frightened. He open and closed his fist he didn't feel like himself and yet he did...He didn't have time for this. He didn't have time to question his sanity yet again. He looked around the room for her clothes anything she could throw on. He found her ripped panties on the floor, he shoved them in his pocket. He grasped her pants and was ready to dress her if he had to, when the door burst open.
Somehow HAROLD had managed to make it past Grady. Grady who could take on five men at once. Harold stumbled into the room, looking like he'd been in the fight of his life. He looked at Jesep and then to his sister. Instant rage washed over the man's entire face. It was clear he wanted to murder Jesep. He quickly tried to explain. "I didn't do anything she didn't want-"
Harold didn't say a word, he just roared out and came at him like an enraged bull. Jesep became a bullfighter and simply stepped aside. Harold ran well passed him and into the painting Genoa had been working on. He knocked it and the easel down along with the rest of the paint cans.. He quickly tried to recover sliding about his foot went through the canvas...Jesep tilted his head, pitty he would have liked to kept that perhaps hung it over their bed as a reminder of their first time.
"YOU!" Harold roared...still too incapacitated with rage to form actual sentences. He came at him again. Jesep knew he wouldn't be able to just step him this time. He stumbled back as Harold attacked. It quickly became an intense game of lunges then, Harold would try to lunge at him, Jesep would lunge away.
At one point Harold stumbled about winded. He looked tired...perhaps the number Grady had done on him had finally gotten to him. Jesep tried to reason with him, "YOUR SISTER IS A CRAZY FUCKING WHORE...I JUST GAVE HER WHAT SHE WANTED!"
Admittedly Jesep could have phrased that a bit better but he was mad...High on adrenaline from fucking and agitated from being attacked. Harold roared and once more they danced about the room. Perhaps when Harold tried… and Jesep had a moment to think, they could work this out...come to an understanding of sorts.
Harold lunged and nearly got him. Jesep moved quickly and Harold came at him again but tripped. Jesep took the moment to catch his breath, Harold took a moment to grab a small metal pallet, Jesep believed it was used for mixing paint but couldn't be sure...all he really knew was it was sharp and soon coming at him, quite quickly.
He wasn't sure how much damage it could do but soon found out as it sliced open his shirt and chest. He stung with pain, it felt like he'd been cut by a knife. Jesep moved quicker now knowing it was sharp enough to pierce flesh. Harold didn't let up, he stabbed with vigor. Jesep quickly realized he was going to kill him at this rate. He needed to calm the fucker down. "MONEY! I'LL GIVE YOU MONEY! "
Harold paused for a second, there was a hope that his offer had reached him. Yet a second later Harold bellow, "I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING MONEY! MY SISTERS NOT FOR SELL!"
He came at him but Jesep pulled back, he moved his hands up in defense responding, "Everything has its price Harold….think about it. I'm a very rich man!"
Harold lunged and this time Jesep wasn't quick enough the pallet went hard into his shoulder. He cried out in pain as it hit the bone. Harold pulled it back out and then came back down on him. Jesep managed to turn but got stabbed in the back. He sharply pulled away, Harold was unable to pull the pallet out again. Jesep put some distance between them before he painfully pulled it from his back.
"HAROLD," Genoa cried finally joining in, "STOP! PLEASE! DON'T!"
"SEE," said Jesep. "SHE WANTS YOU TO STOP! SHE WANTS ME!"
Harold roared and came at him again. Jesep darted around the room until finally Grady barreled in. Just what the fuck had he been up to until now. He was suppose to be his personal assistant, "MIND DOING YOUR JOB AND ASSISTING ME," Jesep raged.
Grady had his sleeves rolled up. Jesep never realized how muscular he was. He looked at Harold yet again how the fuck did Harold beat his guy! What did he get a "lucky" punch in or something. Grady moved getting in between Harold and Jesep. Harold came at him and Jesep watched the two box back and forth. Grady got a jab on Harold chin and then Harold managed to punch Grady's ear.
Suddenly someone was pawing at Jesep. He looked down to see Genoa, "Please stop this!" she begged, "I'll go with you willingly! Please just don't hurt him!"
He sneer down at her. "I haven't touched him you dumb cunt! In case you haven't noticed he's trying to hurt me!"
Genoa looked around then looking at someone. He followed her gaze to the shadow...Jesep had all but forgotten about it. She pleaded to it "PLEASE STOP THIS...YOU PROMISED!"
For some reason it really pissed Jesep off...When she turned back to look at him, to paw at him. He balled his fist up tight and sent it down hard on her eye. Her wail filled the room as she fell back to the ground. Jesep didn't stop, he kicked her to shut up, this time he meant it and put some weight into it. She let out a painful yelp as her body rolled and slid across the tarp.
Jesep turned back to the fight just in time to see Harold run passed Grady with such speed. He was like a "bolt of lightning" crashing down on Jesep as he yelled, "BASTARD!"
Jesep still had the pallet in his hand. He turned and sunk it deep into Harold chest. Harold still managed to get a hard blow in, cracking Jesep's jaw...possibly even breaking it. He surged with pain as he flew back, hitting the floor hard. Harold kicked him then breaking several of his ribs, he looked like he was going to keep coming but suddenly pulled back, realizing he'd been stabbed. His hands and then his eyes fell on the pallet that was shoved deep in his chest. There would be no removing that without assistance. He sunk to his knees...it was a wonder he was still conscious.
He held tight to the pallet handle and looked to Jesep cursing him, "YOU SLIMY FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"
He must have been in shock, clearly he wasn't thinking. He needed an ambulance not the police. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"Jesep painfully spat, his jaw clicking. He tried to get up realizing his ribs might be broken.
"I'M CALLING THE POLICE AND ALL OF YOU!" said Harold still madly rambling as he looked around the room at Grady and then Esma who came to stand in the door way. Blood sputtered from Harold lips "ARE GOING TO ROT IN PRISO-"
Harold didn't finish his sentence...nor would he ever. In one swift motion Grady stepped up behind him and grasped hold of Harold's head and spun it sharply to the side. The room filled with a barely audible snap as Grady broke Harold neck, instantly killing him. That shut him up! A moment later Grady let go of Harold and his lifeless body slumped to the floor. Jesep looked at Harold and then to Grady with surprise.
He seemed unphased, he'd just killed a man like it was nothing. Of course Jesep wasn't gong to say anything but what of...Esma. He painfully turned seeing Esma shake her head. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Why didn't you just do that in the first place! It would have saved us all a lot of time and trouble."
Grady didn't respond to her. He simply stepped over Harold's dead body and offered his hand to Jesep, "Are you hurt? Please allow me to inspect your injuries, sir"
"I-" Jesep parted his lips and then the room filled with hysterical screams
Genoa had just been sitting there in shock but it had seemingly sunk in that her brother had just been murdered before her very eyes. Jesep watched her crawl up to him...her hands trembled as she threw herself nearly on top of him. "NOOO! NOOO! NOOOO! HAROLD! HAROLD! NOOO! NO DON'T LEAVE ME! NO! NOOO! NOOO! THIS WASN'T SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN! I WAS GOOD! I WAS GOOD!"
Jesep took Grady's hand and allowed him to help him up. He worried Grady might suddenly turn and kill Genoa as well. While Jesep found himself rather sullen with her at the moment she was his... "I don't think Genoa will be a problem...she wasn't very stable to begin with," said Jesep. "Thank you for... assisting me,"
Grady looked at Jesep closely, he seemed to be looking for something within him. The room began to shake ever so slightly then. An earthquake? No...it took Jesep a moment to realize it wasn't the room that was shaking but everything within it… He felt a sudden dip of pressure within the room. It was so drastic his skin reacted instantly. His hair and every one elses hair began to move about. He saw some smaller items lift up into the air. It was like someone had suddenly turned on a gaint fan. What was this?
"SHE'S UNSTABLE! screamed Esma looking to Grady. "DO SOMETHING BEFORE SHE KILLS US ALL!
Grady quickly turned, moving to touch Genoa but before he could touch her. She threw her hand up and like rag doll, Grady sudden flew back, he hitting the window, his body shattering through the thick nearly unbreakable glass and continued to fly back into the building across the street.. Jesep's mouth dropped as Grady disappear from sight. He looked to Esma, who was looking at Genoa, "OHHHHHHH SHITTTT!
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