A Dark Star Story - Twenty-Four
This story takes chronologically
immediately after Chapter 2 of
The Dark Star - Descent Pt. 07.
It can though be read in isolation.
********************************************
"Same again?"
Jessica Marks looked to the time displayed in the top corner of her mobile phone screen, noting it was ten to eight. To have another drink in this fast-filling Irish Bar that she stepped into a little over an hour ago would make her late for her shift and probably mean she'd also arrive a little tipsy given she hadn't been able to eat all day.
"I'm sorry..." she offered realising how rude she'd been to leave the auburn-haired girl stood waiting. She had a pretty face and a slender body dressed in tight skinny black jeans and a sleeveless black button up shirt that perfectly accentuated her slender frame, even if the black only highlighted how porcelain pale her skin was. "...Please I'll have just one more if you make it a double... I'm late enough I might as well be spectacularly late."
"Well, there's a logic in there somewhere," the auburn-haired girl offered as she turned.
"It's..." Jessica made to offer.
"Double Vodka, and Cranberry and a squeeze of lime" the Barmaid offered, completing her sentence for her while taking a fresh tall glass from under a counter and adding crushed ice to it.
"Oh, you're good" Jessica offered her praise to a fellow Bartender.
"To be fair it's all you've been drinking since you got here" her soft Irish accent wrapped around her words that she delivered on a non-judgemental way.
"I've had a few, haven't I?" Jessica pulled a face as she spoke.
"What's the occasion?" the barmaid asked.
"Sadly, nothing to celebrate." Jessica qualified tapping her phone against the contactless machine to pay for her drink. She didn't feel all that tipsy to be fair, despite the lack of food.
"I hope it's not drinking to forget" the Barmaid stated before she drifted away with her attention firmly fixed on the next customer requiring attention. It was the kind of brief conversation offering a lack of true insight that Jessica would hold herself with customers several times a night, she only then realised that she'd not gotten the Irish girls name let alone thanked her.
Jessica took a sip from the fresh strong drink causing a little shiver to run along her arms as she sat there in a figure-hugging red long-sleeve v neck t-shirt, coupled with a black knee length skirt and black knee-high boots. Not the ensemble she'd choose for a Saturday night out, but she wasn't supposed to be out drinking, she was dressed in work attire she was supposed to be starting her shift in five minutes. The Dark Star she decided there and then was without their Head Bar Steward tonight. She'd ring in when she left the bar.
She couldn't face the place tonight, not so much the invariably busy environment where she'd been as a visitor only the night before. The busy club would be a distraction, a welcome one at that. More specifically she couldn't face him, Logan Hughes. She'd always welcomed their over familiarity, given as good as she'd got in joking with him, exchanging acerbic comments and teasing one another. Even last night he'd been the perfect host, laying on the charm and few drinks for her and her friends. Had such teasing crossed a line, had such attention been welcomed. He was undoubtedly a roguish, handsome Man but she'd heard too many rumours from too many sources to fall for his seduction no matter how hard he'd tried. Had she let her guard down, had she succumbed to a moment of weakness, or was there more to her broken memories, something far more sinister. She couldn't face him tonight she thought as she took a heavy swig of her drink. She couldn't face him until she knew for sure what had played out.
Waking this morning she'd the partial memories of what seemed to be a dark and twisted nightmare. Only the memories seemed too real. The memories combining with how she physically felt scared her even more. She felt like she'd had sex, but she had no memory of having sex and no evidence to suggest otherwise. That she couldn't be certain as she picked apart her broken, twisted memories, filled her with fear more than anything else. She hadn't directly confided in her best friend over a light breakfast and pounding heads. Jo hadn't laughed of her enquiry as to whether someone had come home with them, but she'd laughed at the suggestion of the possibility. "Those bloody cocktails your boss made were so strong I can hardly remember the taxi ride home."
It was that statement that troubled her as much as anything else, the unthinkable she couldn't imagine possible. She was convinced she'd had sex last night, she had fleeting recollections of him her boss, Logan, being there. In her house. In her bedroom. It wasn't just her imagination.
Her mind raced, her memories were fleeting at best. Surely, he wouldn't have followed her home. She knew she respected him; the feelings were mutual. It couldn't be possible, despite her fractured mind she tried to reassure herself there was no way it could be possible.
All the same, Jessica wasn't drinking to forget as the young Irish girl had suggested, she was drinking to remember.
**********
"Are you gonna be OK?"
Jessica heard the words but they all but passed her by in her drunken haze. Five hours of steady drinking and still no food had taken their toll.
"Jessica" the young Irish girl implored once more "Are you going to be OK... do you want me to get you to a Cab?"
"I'll be fine... trushh me I'm be fine," Jessica stated looking up at her from bleary eyes in the now fully illuminated bar.
For the second time in twenty-four hours the effects of heavy alcohol consumption washed over her body, and blurred her mind, the room spun a little. Propped up against the bar where she'd sat herself for most of the night as the Saturday patrons literally came and went around her. Moving on from diluted down vodka mixed with Cranberry she'd not diverted far to neat bounce Vodkas. Drinking alone hadn't been without its pitfalls. A succession of male suitors had accosted her across the night. The predictable offer of a drink in exchange for her company had grown irksome. Nonetheless she'd entertained and indulged them. If they wanted to buy her drinks who was she to say no or turn down such an offer. Her foul mood and the assistance of her little Irish guardian Angel had ensured they hadn't stayed interested for too long. Despite one attempted grope and kiss which had brought quite a scene with her knee meeting his genitals before several burly door staff had escorted him from the premises at the behest of the Bar Manager who'd made himself known to her across the evening.
"She'll be fine" Jessica heard the male voice from behind her. Turning to watch him, the Bar Manager, set two handfuls of empty glasses on to the bar, "I'll see she's fine ...I'll call her that Cab."
"That fills me with no reassurance Steve" Jessica heard the Irish girl say, picking up in something in her tone.
"I'm offended..." Jessica heard him say "...What are you suggesting?"
"I'm suggesting that I know you?"
"And I'm saying get going before I sack you."
Jessica smiled softly though bleary eyes as she watched the light-hearted exchange, amused somewhat by the gentle verbal jostle of the colleagues as she stood there between the two of them, the last three souls remaining in the venue. The camaraderie evident she thought to herself as she clumsily reached for what little remained of the last of her drink, nearly knocking the glass over before clutching it. Taking a sip, she turned to face the Irish girl, whose name escaped her yet again.
"I'll be fine..." she stated raising a brow "...I'll be fine, honestly."
Jessica caught the little shake of the head, she tried to concentrate on the girl's facial expression, her mind distracted, drifting once again on what she'd said her name was.
"Get in that Cab and go home." the pale redhead implored her.
"I will." Jessica stated draining her glass feeling a fresh wave of nausea wash over her, "I'm gonna".
"Promise me."
"I promise you," she looked back at the male behind her and focussing, as best she could, he was well built but not what she would class as handsome, something about him she'd taken to across the evening as he'd humoured her and engaged in partial conversation whilst serving drinks that much to her frustration the little Irish redhead had attempted to curtail. She watched him step away pressing a phone up to his ear, presumably calling her the cab that had been spoken of.
"Don't trust him" the Irish girl said backing away.
"Pfft" Jessica scoffed "He's harmless".
"Oh no he's not... he's certainly not."
She shook her head as she backed away, looking from Jessica to the male and back again, before imploring one more time, annoying Jessica a little now. "Get the Cab... go home."
Jessica watched her turn and leave, the sound of her square heeled boots fading as she made her way through the bar. A cool breeze seemed to sweep through the building as the main door to the bar swung open and closed.
"Now then..." she felt his hand graze over the backs of her shoulders as he passed her "...before that Taxi gets here how about one for the road beautiful?"
Jess smirked, she watched him walk around the bar and approach her. Stood the other side of the bar from her he raised an eyebrow as he cocked his head "What'll it be?"
"Where's the harm?" Jessica offered; her troubled mind numbed by the consumption across the night. "Once last Vodka"
She watched him, her eyes met his as he unscrewed the cap from a fresh bottle of Grey Goose Vodka and poured a generous measure into her glass.
A grin crept across his lips as he offered, "Let me go lock up... then you can tell me all your troubles."
**********
"No... No please," Jessica reasoned, "Get them off me... Steve get them off me... Get them fucking off me."
Her panic and struggle was only greeted with a dark chuckle. Her wrists pulled at the handcuffs he'd applied tightly over her wrists, the bite of the cold steel tightly pinching her through the sleeves of her top. The restraint he applied seemed to sharpen her mind instantly, panic grabbing her despite the level of alcohol consumed.
"What?... what are?... what do you?" Jessica's vodka clouded mind attempted to reason as she felt his strong grip over her upper arm. He physically pulled her away from the bar, on which sat a now half empty bottle of vodka. His vice like grip causing her to stumble in her boots as she was pulled through the bar towards a cluster of leather sofas sat up a short flight of steps. Viciously he pushed aside a low table, which scraped across the floor, with his right foot as he continued to drag her and stand her before the sofas.
"Steve," she uttered his name, feeling him step up behind her. "Steve ...why ...why are you?"
Her quiet protest was only met painfully by his knee heavily to the back of her left knee. The pain coursed through her body; a gasp of pain so sharp it caused her to yell out as her legs buckled. Heavily Jessica dropped to her knees as he stood behind her. Fresh pain and discomfort meeting both of her knees as she landed heavily, on wooden floorboards. His hand immediately grabbing the back of her neck, clenching, holding her up as she threatened to topple face forward onto the brown leather sofa.
"There's a routine," she heard his cold words from behind her. "A little routine we reserve for sluts like you."
"Slu.. Slut... I'm no..." Jessica grimaced through the continued searing pain.
"You were all over a different fucking guy every time I ate foot behind that fucking bar... giggling away... teasing... then pissing on their parades"
Is that how he sees me? is that how they saw me? Jessica ponders, thinking of the hangers on who shark around the bars at the Dark Star, males and females alike, all with only one intention. All looking for a quick hook up. That wasn't her intention, that wasn't why she was there tonight. He knew why she was there tonight; she'd confided in him; she'd told him all about what she believed had happened last night. She now questioned how that made her look, let alone why she'd confided the whole story to him over a shared bottle of Vodka.
Trembling knelt on the hard floor Jessica's heart pounded her chest rising and falling with each panicked breath. Equally the exchange between him and the Barmaid now more sinister than convivial as she recalled it. Had she known? Did she have an inkling as to what was playing out? He moved around her his right hand clutching her jaw as she knelt there. If the little Irish Barmaid had any idea why had she not remained not stayed behind or made Jessica leave with her? Processing what was happening in her panic Jessica pulled once again at the cuffs, despite knowing her efforts were futile. Steve tilted her head back to look up at him, escaping his grip she turned her head to the side only for him to tighten his grip painfully and turn her to face him once more.
"My brother would normally be here... but he's otherwise indisposed it seems." There's a look of disdain on his face, as if something he doesn't approve of. "Still at least that means I get you all to myself."
"And... and I can..." she felt tears well in her eyes, "...I can guess what for."
Letting go of her jaw he dropped himself down on to the sofa she faced, leaning forward as he sat before her. The smell of cigarette smoke and whisky lingered on his breath. Jessica felt her stomach lurch as she struggled for composure.
"So, I'm predictable." Steve grinned reaching to stroke the side of her face. "All you're gonna have to do is suck a little dick."
It was all Jessica could do not to respond with sarcasm to his request, she stared straight ahead letting a tear streak down her left cheek as she stared into his dark menacing eyes.
"And you'll let me go?"
"I promise".
"The last promise you made was to call me a cab" Jessica bit.
She felt his hand reach to the back of her head and pull her forward. She screwed her eyes shut expecting a moment of violence that did not transpire. She kept her eyes shut as she heard him unfasten his waistband and unzip himself. In her mind she tried to reason with why this was happening, what she'd done to deserve this. Any of this. Her mind carrying back to the uncertainty of barely twenty-four hours earlier. The vagaries of her mind, her conviction that something had happened. A scenario equally as bleak as to the situation she now faced. The question kept bouncing around her mind; what had she done to deserve any of this?
"What's it gonna be?" His blunt question stabbed her troubled thoughts.
"Please I don't want..."
"That's not an option," his firm left hand on her neck brought her head lower, edging her forward she near enough dry heaved as she opened blood shot eyes. She had very little option other than to focus on his already erect thick length held in the palm of his right hand.
Repulsed Jessica knelt before him shaking her head once more, he wasn't exactly huge. Her addled mind reasoning on what he was demanding of her. Should she suffer the degradation to earn her freedom, what would be her fate, or his retribution be if she refused? She only had his word she'd be let go which in the circumstance counted for very little. As she knelt there nausea gripped her as much as fear. Confusion taking over as she couldn't believe she was contemplating his vile request, that even given her limited options she was even considering obeying him.
The musky sweaty aroma from his crotch passed her nostrils, he smelt like he hadn't washed in days. Knelt before him with nostrils full of his stench she couldn't keep the grimace from her face as she pulled away from his grip.
"Don't tell me you ain't never sucked a dick before," he chuckled while reaching out to stroke his hand through her hair. "Drunk bar bitches like sucking dick."
"You fucking asshole," Jessica offered quietly to his taunt, her eyes still locked on his turgid member. Her stomach turned.
"Suck it bitch," he offered with a chuckle as he slid his hand back to the back of her head and started to slowly, but firmly, pull her head down to his lap. "A little oral pleasure and you can be on your way."
Jessica didn't resist, but she also wasn't moving down on her own. With her hands cuffed she had little doubt in her mind this was not all he'd want of her; this would just be a precursor. She not been tricked, she'd not been coerced, she'd been taken advantage of. Her defences lowered by alcohol consumption that had weakened her mind and her body. She played right into his hands alone in a bar.
"I... I don't want to do this," she reiterated on a whimper once again as he brought her lips closer to the head of his engorged length, a firm grip maintained on the back of her neck as she knelt there on the hard wooden floor.
"That's becoming clear," offered Steve. "Too late now though."
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, shook her head slightly, as he bent her down the last few inches. Appreciating his brute strength, she began to reason with herself justified in her own mind the quickest safest way to end this new plight in which she found herself was to oblige. Holding off the need to gag from the prospect of her immediate future and the foul odour emanating from his groin she let her jaw fall open and she took the tip of Steve's dick between her lips.
She didn't really know what to do; she wanted to push away. Realising she'd landed herself in this situation, mistaken his caring for an abuse of power she sucked on the head of Steve's vile tasting dick and nervously lapped her tongue against the thick girth pressing slowly deeper into in her mouth, failing to deliver anything like the oral pleasure she would normally offer up.
In response he took her head in his hands and guided her, gently bobbing her head up and down, sliding more and more of his thick, dick into her mouth. She felt his hips begin to rise and fall. He used her; she was nothing more than a receptacle for him. Bracing she whimpered around his dick a little but seemed to bring only further stimulation as he took her mouth faster and pushed himself deeper. Tears came to Jessica's eyes.
She was never going to be in control she just had to mentally and physically brace and assist in bringing about a swift conclusion to her abuse.
"That's it... That's it... Up and down. In and out. Just let it slide in, then suck when you're coming back off of it. You can do it Bitch," he patronised her as he used her mouth. He held her to him more than anything else now as he fucked her mouth. Tears forming in Jessica's eyes; not from emotion but from screwing her eyes shut and holding off the constant need to gag.
Jessica felt as helpless as she ever had. With her hands restrained in the cuffs and his hands on her head through her hair, she was well aware that he could just force her to do what he wanted. She hated herself as much as she hated him for what he was doing to her, treating her no better to how Logan had treated her. Only as she did he was taking pleasure in treating her like some naive girl, instructing her, guiding her, mocking her while making her an active participant.
She suffered his abuse knelt there before him for what seemed and eternity but must only have been minutes. Thick saliva covered her jaw, she became accustomed to the stench as all the while his dick invaded her mouth. Her jaw began to ache, but she accepted she shut down and let him take her. A cruel truth dawning on her she may need to do more than she was offering to gain his climax. r"
https://www.max2play.com/en/forums/users/rofodutu/
https://www.electromaker.io/profile/zuvaleqa
https://community.hodinkee.com/members/pexukuyo
https://www.normacs.info/profiles/7686
https://torich.jp/member/25535
https://larping.org/author/yifosiqu/
https://adobedownload.org/community/profile/miticuso/
https://jobs.aacc.nche.edu/employers/519776-poyoduki
Комментарии
Отправить комментарий