LIES AND DECEPTION

It was funny, the things you noticed, when you couldn’t quite believe what was happening to you. Patience could feel the smooth leather against her bare back, like snake scales, feel it squeak across her skin with every movement. She could feel the sweat sticking to her back. She could feel the heat of unshed tears well in her eyes as she stared down a dark gun barrel in the shadowed interior of the car. More than anything, she could feel the searing, tearing pain between her legs. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, panties hanging limply from her quivering leg. His heavy, solid body weighed between her thighs, taut abdomen muscles pressed against her trembling, smooth belly. The tears on her face glimmered in the dim light of the streetlamps. The barrel of the gun pressed just slightly against her forehead, the metal a pinprick of cold on her trembling brow. A strangled gasp tore from her throat as one particularly bad angle made the neck of his c**k press bruisingly against her tender wall. He adjusted his grip on her leg, finely manicured fingernails sinking into her pale thighs. “You should be quieter,” he rebuked her gently, as if she were an unruly child that had gotten into mischief. “If you cry and struggle enough, my finger could pinch the trigger. And you now what would happen then, don’t you?” Fear coiled deep in her belly as the tip of the gun moved lower, to nudge the edge of her quivering mouth. She tasted cold metal, a hint of coppery blood. “You really have made a big mistake, haven’t you, darling girl?” He punctuated his words with a soft, fond laugh that echoed around the car. Patience tried to tune out his voice, but his words struck to her heart, piercing like an arrow. She should never have gotten involved with the mafia. She should have stayed in her town, and married a laborer or a constable, and raised her children in the familiar cobblestone streets and sun-bathed rows of houses… And the blood that seeped into the crevices in the floor… And the familiar soft hand that had cradled her cheek, that soothed her cuts and bruises, lying limp on the floor… No, she thought abruptly. I don't want to think about them. Not while this is happening to me. She arched her back in an unconscious spasm as one deep thrust made a shiver of pleasure start to spark deep inside of her. “No….” Perhaps he had noticed that she had started taking involuntary pleasure from her rape, because a satisfied smile was beginning to spread across his face. Patience’s body was consumed by pleasure, blazing like a fire out of control. Her legs shook and quivered, ankles straight and toes pointed at the ceiling. Her n*****s brushed against the fabric of her blouse, suddenly sensitive like someone had ran a feather across them. Her entrance tightened around his thick c**k, as if it were trying to pull him in deeper. She could barely keep herself from gasping, short cries of pained pleasure escaping from her mouth. His stiff fingers gouged her soft center. Patience’s heart leapt instinctively as his blunt fingertips caressed her c**t. His soft voice whispered sweetly in her ear, “Mia mignotta…:” The sharp tip of his fingernail pressed on her bundle of nerves, sending a hotly pleasurable sensation shuddering through her thin body. I want to die, some distant part of her realized. I wish he would pull that trigger. I don't want to feel this. I don't want to feel any of this! As his passionate strokes increased speed, a whimper burst out of her throat as his abdomen ground against her. All she could see his eyes, the color of a dark, polluted river, and the glimmer of lantern light against his golden curls, and the soft curve of his red lips, as if he were observing an interesting butterfly impaled on a pin. A scream welled up in her throat, but she forced it down. He rutted like a bull in heat, not letting up for a second. Patience’s mouth had fallen open, lips trembling as if she were sobbing silently. “Oh…oh…” Those were was the only words she could utter with her body paralyzed with pleasure. Her red-rimmed eyes rolled to the ceiling of the limousine as humiliation, pleasure and misery wracked her body. He gently lowered his head so that his breath tickled her lips, and pressed a chaste kiss to the edge of her trembling mouth. The sweetness of his cologne flooded her nostrils, made a gag rise up in her throat. Something wet trickled down her soft thighs. He sunk deeper into her, so deep she almost screamed. The head of his length bore hard inside of her like a knife sliding through her flesh, so hard and thick she wanted to scream herself hoarse. She seized the side of the seat in front of her as he relentlessly pummeled and thrust into her. Her gaze turned into starbursts as she squeezed her eyes shut tight. He thrust deep inside her body one last time, and came a hot stream of semen. Patience opened her mouth in a silent scream the moment she felt the warm liquid inside of her, her mind nearly bursting as his c**k nestled inside her. He was still above her, his low breaths sinking into her ears, and he suddenly pulled away from her. The head of his c**k withdrawing sent a flare of pain from her, and Patience tried to draw her limp legs together, trembling. “You will never again meddle in the affairs of cosa nostra,” he whispered in her ear, cold fingers tilting her chin to meet him. “Do you understand?” One last spasmodic thrust into the back of her v****a. Her hand grasped the seats of his car, blunt fingernails sinking deep into the soft leather. Her lipstick-stained lips briefly gaped open in pleasure, then she swallowed and pressed them shut. His soft hand gently traced the line of her jaw, the edges of his fingernails lovingly skimming her rosy, sweat-stained skin. They gently cupped the side of her face in a facsimile of affection, thumb rubbing along the teary dampness below her leaf-green eyes. “Dolcezza,” he cooed gently, lapsing back into his mother tongue. Then the door clicked open, and she was being shoved backward. Suddenly, the cold autumn air was freezing against her skin. The concrete was rough and hard as she crashed against it, her back muscles spasming and bruising as she fell heavily and mercilessly against the stone road. Patience looked up at him, at his dark eyes, reflecting the light of the blue night, just a blank mirror above his contented smile “Go home,” he told her gently, his voice barely audible above the rumble of his car’s engines. He was sitting back down, redoing his belt, zipping up his pants and smoothing back his golden curls. “Never trouble us again. Or the fate that will befall you will be far worse.” His black car revved, and then he was speeding away. The only memento of his presence was the dust of the gray gravel that clouded in front of her face. Patience felt hot liquid begin to trickle down her thighs. Watching the black car speed away from her, she felt a heavy, despairing sob finally begin to well up deep within her body.