Inferno-Kat 2 (23 page)

“Yeah? Which one of you is doing my hair?”

That earned him a punch to the midsection. The skinny one was so quick he didn’t even see him move. Damn. Maybe Hades should rethink his strategy. Bad-mouthing his tormentors may not be the wisest course of action.

Ah, hell! It wasn’t as if he had any other good ideas.

“Okay, so you’re not the hairdresser. That must make you the…cocksucker then.”

When the blow came, Hades managed to kick out a leg, this time catching the Dweller in the head. Still, Hades managed to get scratched. The skinny man’s nails were long and sharp. Four long, deep furrows marred his right thigh. Blood dribbled onto the cement floor.

Hades watched in revulsion as the Dweller slid his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.

“Mmm, you taste good.”

“Fuck you.”

That was the last thing Hades was able to get out before the three guards advanced on him with their claws and teeth.

K
at didn’t struggle as they dragged her down the hall and into another room. However, when she saw the apparatus they were going to strap her onto, she put up a little bit of a fight.

She supposed the guard holding her didn’t expect it when she crushed his head in a headlock and smashed his nose with her fist. The other guard definitely didn’t think she had the strength in her leg to kick him in the groin and push him to the ground.

Unfortunately she didn’t make it to the door.

Baruch wrapped his arm around her waist, picked her up, and tossed her into the corner as if she were a pillow. When she hit the wall and fell, her wounded leg twisted up under her. Pain slashed through her like a knife.

She guessed she wasn’t going anywhere for the time being. She was at Baruch’s mercy.

“Why do you continually fight me, Kat?” Baruch leaned down and clucked his tongue like a parent scolding a child. “You can’t win.”

“A girl can try,” she murmured.

“Yes, she certainly can.” Chuckling, Baruch motioned his guards forward. “I suppose that’s one of the reasons I want you so badly. Because you’ll fight me to the end. And I do love a good fight.”

The two injured guards grabbed her by the arms and lifted her, dragging her toward the wooden apparatus in the middle of the room. Pushing her over the padded middle, one guard pulled her hands down and restrained them with leather straps, while the other guard strapped down her ankles to either leg of the contraption.

The result was her bent over at the waist, her legs spread wide and her sex splayed open and exposed to anyone with eyes and fingers. She didn’t need to be a genius to know what was on Baruch’s agenda.

Already the virus was swirling to the surface, anticipating her sexual torture. An ache had already started deep inside her belly. It wouldn’t be long before it radiated a little lower and a little harder. Kat had a feeling that the alien force inside her body would not be denied any longer. It wanted its release, no matter what it had to do to get it.

As Baruch walked around her, she could feel his scrutiny on her flesh. It was as if his eyes had appendages of their own. Pushing and prodding their way into her body.

“I was almost worried in the other room when you weren’t reacting to my touch. But then I realized you were restraining yourself for Hades’ sake.” He trailed a finger over her left ass cheek. “Quite admirable. But wasted.” Sliding his digit over, he dipped it down into her ass crease, stopping at her anal opening. “The time for tormenting Hades will come, and there will be nothing you can do to stop it.” He circled her anus slowly. “If fact, I suspect you’ll delight in it.”

She quivered from the gentle touch of his finger. Biting down on her lip, she stifled the moan threatening to seep out. She could feel the virus rushing through her veins like adrenaline. Her heartbeat raced. Sweat popped out on her skin. And a deep, intense craving started to pulse between her legs like a ticking time bomb.

Baruch continued to trace a circle around her anus and then very slowly he slid his finger down into her aching cleft. “I can feel you sliding deeper into surrender. The virus rushing through your body feels me. Desires me. Wants me. You can’t deny it any longer, Katarina.”

He slid his finger into her wet channel. Swirling it around, feeling every inch of her inside, he slid it out and came back up to her anus. Slowly he pushed his digit into her opening.

Swells of rapture rippled over her as he thrust his finger in and out. She didn’t want to feel desire, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure he was giving her. Her body betrayed her heart and mind and delighted in the sensations rolling in and over her flesh.

“It could be like this forever, Kat. Pure, guilt-free ecstasy.” Picking up the pace, he gently inserted another finger into her ass. “Free your inhibitions, and take your pleasure for yourself.”

As he thrust, a hot ball of fire was building in her sex. It wouldn’t take much more for her to climax. She felt ashamed for that. This was her enemy, her nemesis. She should be ranting, fighting back, but instead she couldn’t stop the little gasps emanating from between her lips every time he drove into her. It felt incredibly decadent and dirty. Those thoughts just increased her level of pleasure.

“Mmm, I can feel your muscles contracting around me, Kat. You must be close to coming.”

Baruch withdrew his fingers. Kat nearly whimpered from the loss of contact.

Kat couldn’t see him behind her, but she could feel him take a step back from her. Again she could sense him staring at her gaping sex. His eyes seemed to bore into her.

“Mmm, so beautiful.”

The slap across her ass came as a shock, and she cried out from the contact. The flesh on her cheeks tingled. Again he spanked her. Harder. Sharper. Now her skin burned. And the ache between her legs intensified.

“Submit! Submit to the virus! Become one of us.”

He slapped her repeatedly until her ass was on fire. Burning need clawed at her insides. Wisps of pleasure flicked at the folds of her sex, causing jolts to zing up her body. The pain and the pleasure were blurring into a hot, molten ball of lust bubbling to the surface. Very near to exploding.

“Fuck you,” she managed to say. It came out as a groan and didn’t have the effect she was hoping for.

Baruch laughed, and the husky sound of his voice rippled over her like liquid fire, igniting her flesh. When she felt him kneel down behind her, she squeezed her eyes shut. The moment the tip of his tongue touched her inflamed clit, Kat thought she’d died. Jolting from the bombardment of sensations, she cried out.

She couldn’t hold the virus in for much longer. It was there, lingering at the channel of her sex, waiting for Kat to orgasm. Waiting for its release.

Wanting to be born.

Starting from her clit, Baruch laved the length of her cleft to her opening. Once there, he dipped in his tongue, pushing it in as far as it could go.

Her legs trembled violently. If she hadn’t been strapped down, she would’ve fallen, the pain from her wound all but forgotten as a hot flow of overwhelming pleasure washed over her.

The sensations were too intense. Too much. Kat found it difficult to form a coherent thought. All she was aware of, all she could think of was her delicious torment. It was irrelevant now who gave it to her. The pleasure was all that mattered. Finding release insurmountable.

Baruch continued to lap at her sex, suckling her clit into his mouth. Every time, she could feel the scrape of his fangs on her intimate flesh. She wondered how it would feel if he bit her there.

Violent shivers of anticipation rushed up her spine. A little more pressure on her aching nub, and she’d explode. Already the hot liquid silk of her desire dribbled out and ran down the insides of her thighs.

One more stroke, and she’d…

Baruch pulled back, her orgasm hovering dangerously near the edge. Clamping her eyes shut, Kat bit down on her lip, breaking the skin. She pulled on her restraints. The leather on her right wrist was already coming apart.

“Ah!” she screamed. She was so close to release. Her body trembled so violently her teeth chattered.

Baruch’s laugh made her scream again.

“Oh, so close, my love.” He walked around until he was standing in front of her. Crouching, he looked her in the face. “Are you aching for release, Kat? Can’t you just taste it?”

Kat fisted her hands and yanked on her restraints. She wanted loose so she could kill him. How dare he bring her so close and not give her release? Fury mixed with her lust. All she could see now was red, literally. Everything around her had a crimson tinge. Like blood.

“Boys, why don’t you take a whack at her.” Baruch nodded to the two guards.

Kat could barely contain herself as she felt the two other Dwellers move behind her. She sucked in a breath when the first blow landed on her ass cheek. Another came, and another. Again her flesh ached and throbbed like it was aflame. Again her sex pulsed with ravenous longing, with uncontrollable lust.

“Hmmm, maybe I should summon Sar. I’m sure he would love a chance to spank you.” He chuckled. “Then to fuck you.”

Kat ground her teeth until she could taste blood in her mouth. She was vibrating with a strange mix of rage and desire.

When she thought of sex, she thought of blood. When she envisioned ripping out Sar’s throat, she imagined Baruch behind her fucking her hard in the ass. The two visions intertwined.

However much she wanted not to see them in her mind, she couldn’t separate them.

She pulled hard on her bindings. She could hear the pop of the seams on her wrist restraints.

Yanking with all her strength, she ripped her right hand free. Reaching out, she tried to grab Baruch. Her nails brushed across his cheek.

When he stood, she could plainly see three red scratches across his skin. He touched them with the tips of his fingers and smiled.

“Finally you’ve embraced it.” He nodded to the guards. “Looks like she’s ready to go.”

W
hen the cell door opened again, Hades was not expecting to see Kat being dragged back in by two guards. Especially not kicking and screaming.

They dropped her just inside the door and then quickly rushed back out and slammed the door shut.

Growling like an animal, Kat launched at the door. She slammed into it repeatedly before giving up and slumping against it.

Hades rolled over onto his side from his spot in the corner. He hadn’t moved since being tossed into it after his brutal beating. One eye was swollen shut, his lips were broken and bleeding, and there wasn’t one spot of flesh on his body that wasn’t aching and bruised.

“Kat.” His voice was strained, his throat sore. He could barely swallow the meager spit in his mouth.

She looked at him, eyes wide, panting hard. “Don’t come near me.”

“What’s wrong?”

A voice sounded overhead. “She’s hungry, Hades. Hungry for you.” Baruch laughed.

Glancing up, Hades spied an intercom speaker and a camera mounted on the ceiling. Baruch was watching the show.

She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Scrambling to her feet, she ran into the opposite corner and crouched into a small ball.

Hades tried to get up. He brought up his knees and rolled over onto them. But he couldn’t push up with his arms. He was too weak. The movement caused more coughing. He hacked hard.

Blood spewed to the cement floor. He collapsed onto his back, too weary to attempt to move again.

He turned his head and watched her. “Is it the virus?”

She nodded. “I can smell your blood from here.” The violent quakes of her body overtook her, and she had to wrap her arms around her knees to quiet them.

“Fuck.” He sighed. “Now I know why they left me alive.”

He scrutinized her. It made sense now why she looked at him as if he were dinner. Why her jaw constantly twitched and she licked her lips as if she smelled something delicious. She was scenting him. His odor. His blood. Baruch was hoping to kill two birds with one stone.

Completely turn Kat, and murder him. But he wouldn’t let that happen. Kat was stronger than that. They were stronger than that.

Reaching out to her, he said, “I trust you, Kat. I know you won’t kill me. You didn’t the last time the virus tried to take you. Remember?”

Bringing her hands up to her head, she buried her face in her arms. She started to rock back and forth and keen. “Not the same. I can’t control it.”

“Yes, you can. You’re stronger than it. You’re stronger than him.” Hades coughed again. His body wracked with violent shakes.

Baruch laughed again. “Look at him, my love. He’s weak. He was never a match for you. Never an equal.”

Kat leaped to her feet and screamed at the camera. “Fuck you! Motherfucker!”

“That’s it. Fight him, Kat. You could never turn into one of them, even if the virus overtook you.

You’d always be you. Hell Kat. The woman I love.”

She glanced down at Hades briefly and then began to pace back and forth, her arms around her body, hugging herself.

He’d never seen someone look so caged before. Kat had a wild look in her eyes. A look of savageness. He’d seen that look before. In every single Dark Dweller he’d ever faced.

She was on the edge, and Hades thought it wouldn’t take much for her to tumble off. Would she kill him? From this point, he couldn’t be sure. In his heart he believed she wouldn’t. But looking at her now, doubt swirled around in his gut.

Did it matter? He was dying anyway.

“You need release.” Baruch’s voice came over the speaker again. “And by the looks of Hades, I’d say there’s only one way you’re going to find it.”

“Kat? Kat, look at me.”

She lifted her head and met Hades’ gaze as she continued to pace.

“Come here.” He raised his arm, offering his hand. “Let me help you. We can do it together.”

She shook her head. “Don’t offer. Don’t you dare fucking offer.” Tears started to fall.

“I’m already dying, babe.” He let his hand drop to the cement. He was too weak to hold it up any longer. “If I can end your pain, I will.”

She stopped and stared at him. He could see the indecision in her face. But he also saw the need clawing at her. It killed him to see her struggle. He could only imagine the agony she must be in.