Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Taking Her ( Chapter 4 )

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Taking Her

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Bella found herself at a staircase, this one moving downward. She had already found the one that went upward toward the third or higher floor - so she thought - and believed that this one would take her to the bottom floor, where she would get the hell away from there.

She quickly ran down, holding onto the railing to keep from slipping as she climbed down. She shivered lightly at the cold air, cursing at how thin the dress was. She finally reached the point where the stairs turned , a small landing as the stairs curved to where she would be going downward in the direction that she had come from.

She kept her hand on the rail as she turned, continuing down into the dark. She wondered briefly if, when he had left her alone, he had turned off all the lights and closed all the curtains, for it was getting darker the further she went down. She stumbled lightly as she accidently overstepped as she came to the landing, relief flowing through her as she stretched out her arms, trying to feel for something, anything that would let her know exactly how long and how big the room or hallway she was in was.

Her hands were quick in finding a door in front of her, and she happily opened it, only to begin frowning when she noticed more darkness. She was really beginning to hate it. Still near the door, she walked through it, using it to keep close to the wall as she searched for some kind of light switch. She didn't find one anywhere close to the side she was on, and decided to turn around, and look in the other direction.

Luckily, she smiled as she finally found the switch, flicking it on before turning her head to find the front door. The relieved smile that was on her face melted as she realized that she was wrong, for it didn't look like she was anywhere near where she thought she was.

Instead, she was in the biggest bedroom she had ever seen with the biggest bed she had ever seen. Her eyes widened as she realized that, like most of the rooms she had passed, there were no window, and there were only two other doors in the room. Here heart sank as she figured what they probably were.

However, as she didn't know, she walked straight over to one, not feeling optimistic or surprised as she opened the door to discover a closet, bigger than the one that she had been given, though surprisingly bare; she would have though someone lived in this room due to the fact that the bed was perfectly made with sheets.

Shaking her head as she closed the door, and hurried over to the next, hopeful that it would be a door that would lead her to the front door, but feeling as if she already had an idea of what it was going to lead to. She wasn't really surprised to find that it was a bathroom, though she found herself staring at the tub, which could easily pass as a pool, and the shower, which looked as if it took up half of the room.

Sighing, she tried to figure out where she had gone wrong, for it was obvious that she had missed something. She walked over to the bed, sitting down as she tried to think of just what it was that she was missing. She could have sworn she had gone the right way, and she didn't remember seeing any other stairs except for the ones that led upward.

Maybe she had missed the ones that actually led downstairs to the first floor. Maybe they were hidden behind one of the doors she had so foolishly ignored. Biting her lips, she found herself shivering once again, which surprised her. While she was cold, she hardly ever shivered, and yet she felt as if she was freezing, something that only happened when she was in a basement…

The sudden epiphany that occurred to her have her jumping to her feet. She couldn't believe that she hadn't thought of it before. The rooms with no windows, the fact that the stairs leading downwards led to a bed, and the fact that there had been so many rooms on just the second level alone should have clued her in to begin with. She was underground.

Now knowing that she needed to get back to the stairs that led upwards, she ran towards the door, prepared to run all the way there. However, before she could even get a step out the door, someone appeared in front of her, at the top of the stairs. Her eyes widened as she realized that he had found her, and she found herself backing up slowly as he began walking down the steps.

“Well, I didn't think you would find our room so quickly,” he said, a grin sliding onto his face. To her, it looked evil. “I would have thought that you would have gone straight to the stairs leading back into the main house. I wonder why you didn't.”

He appeared not to have her hear him as he said that question, but she did. Swallowing hard as she took some more steps back, her eyes darted back to the staircase behind him, unaware that he caught were she was glancing at. A hysterical laughter escaped him as he realized exactly why she had come to the room.

“You were trying to leave, weren't you? You were just so put of it when I brought you down here that you didn't even notice that the way out was going upwards instead of downwards,” he said, as he calmed his laughter. She didn't respond, for he had finally calmed himself, and was now looking her straight in the eye.

She gulped as she took some more steps back, desperate to increase the distance between them upon discovering the look in his eyes as lust. However, she miscalculated how much farther she could go, and her legs hit the back of the bed, causing her to loose her balance as she plopped onto the bed.

A squeak left her as she pushed herself up, standing back up in order to move away from the bed, and preferable towards the bathroom, which she was positive would have a lock on it. However, before she could move in that direction, her upper arms were grabbed and she was pulled into him, his lips capturing hers.

She immediately turned her head, a cry of `no' on her lips as she did so while she struggled to get away from him. Several tears escaped her eyes as he proved unmovable, despite her obvious repulsion to him. Instead of him being moved away, he held her tighter to him, wrapping his arms around her. He pulled at the strings of the dress, loosening it before taking one hand and grabbing her chin, forcing her face back to his, where he once again took possession of her lips.

She tried once again to move her head, tears leaking out of her eyes as she failed in doing so while he picked her up from the ground, and brought them onto the bed, laying her down underneath him. His slid his tongue out, and she pressed her mouth closed even tighter, unwilling to allow him entrance.

He broke the kiss, anger evident as she continued to struggle. He pulled at her dress, sliding it down her shoulders enough to leaved her entire corset bare to his eyes. He grabbed her wrists, transferring them over to one hand while the other worked on undoing the corset's front hooks.

She screamed, unable to think of anything else to do other than twist and turn her upper body, which didn't do much good. However, now with her mouth opened, he abandoned his present task and kissed her once again, slipping his tongue inside her mouth before she could close it.

She gasped at the feel of his tongue in her mouth. She tried to move her head again, but he grabbed her chin as his tongue explored before trying to rub against hers, trying to coax it into play. She evaded him until she was almost gagging from her efforts.

She finally bit down, and he yelled in pain as he wrenched his mouth away from hers. He glared at her while she gasped for air, pissed as he tasted blood in his mouth.

Glaring, he let go of her arms, not even noticing as she began to punch and push against his chest while he finished undoing her corset. Once done, he moved to his shirt, undoing the buttons while dodging her flailing limbs. He pulled off his shirt, smirking a bit as he saw her freeze as her eyes focused on his now bare chest.

Her eyes widened when she saw that he had taken off his shirt, though she immediately began fighting again. He struggled to remove the rest of her gown, rolling off of her as he did so. She took the chance to try and escape, jumping up from the bed only to have his arm wrap around her middle while he struggled to remove the dress from her struggling form.

He managed to get it off of her without too much trouble, pushing back onto her back as he situated himself between her thighs. She felt his hard bulge against her center, and let out a terrified whine, her legs kicking up a storm as her wrists were once again grabbed.

She turned her head away, refusing to allow his lips to touch hers again as she closed her eyes, trying to think of ways to get away went she felt his mouth latched onto her throat, where he began sucking the skin. She felt him sucking, for it felt a bit painful to her, though the pain increased as his teeth were added into the equation.

She whimpered in pain, struggling once again. However, she barely moved, for his body was completely covering hers, holding her down. Eyes still close, she breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his teeth detach from her skin, only to gasp in a breath when she felt his mouth close of a nipple.

She whined, unhappily, as his teeth once again descended into her skin, and pulled it slightly, sucking hard once again. A sob left her as he moved over to the other, leaving the one that he had just had feeling bruised. He repeated his ministrations on that breast as well, though he bit even harder than the other one, causing a yelp to escape her.

She didn't need to see it to know that his bite had broken skin, for she could feel the red liquid sliding down her skin upon his release of said breast.

Sobs were beginning to erupt from her as she felt her his hands moved from her wrists to her edge of her panties, playing with the elastic there as his fingers pushed underneath. He adjusted his body so that his hand could continue travel downwards.

“No,” she gasped out, trying to squirm away when she felt where his hand was going. Her own hands came into play, slapping and punching his shoulders while trying to stop his hand at the same time. However, he was much stronger than her, and, after placing both wrist in one hand and holding them down against her chest to keep her still, his hand continued its path.

She tried to close her legs, but his hips were between her thighs, and all she managed to do was push him closer to her in her attempt to close them. She started shaking her head as she said, “No,” repeatedly. She continue to try and get away from him with no success, and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood when she felt his fingers touch her clit.

Her body tensed, and he lifted his head to look at her while he moved his hand away from her clit back to the elastic edge, where he began to work on bringing it down. Her legs kicked out when he moved off of her once again while pulling the scrap of clothing off, in hopes of kicking him, and she took the chance to close her legs, refusing to allow him to see her center, much less touch it.

He took that moment to rid himself of his own clothes, though, when she figured out what he was doing when she heard the unzipping of something and opened her eyes, she sprang out of the bed, reaching for the dress to cover herself with when he once again grabbed her and held her to him, her bare back against his bare chest.

He held her there with one arm wrapped around her waist while his other finished undressing himself before pulling her into his lap. There was nothing between her and him now, as evident by the press of his arousal against her ass. The arm that was holding her against him slid up, coming to rest against her shoulders while his hand turned her head to the side, despite her protests.

He kissed her once again as he slid his other hand downwards, using his legs to force hers open. His fingers touched her once again before slipping down a bit. He pushed the tip on one of his fingers into her, and she managed to close her legs again, though she accidentally trapped his hand between them, which was an undesired effect.

Laying her back onto her back, he crawled back onto her, using his legs to once again open hers, though he placed his hips and thighs between hers so that she couldn't close them again. He pushed his finger into her some more, noticing how tight it was. He looked up at her.

“Have you ever touch yourself, or allowed someone else to touch you here?” he asked, though he already expected that he knew the answer. She shook her head, tears still leaking out of her eyes as she said, “No. I was…am to afraid to.”

“You shouldn't be,” he whispered into her ear, “you should enjoy it. I'll make you enjoy it.”

“No,” she said, but he ignored it as he pushed his finger all the way into her. It was a bit painful for her, and she tried to stop him, but he didn't stop; instead, he added another finger, making it even more painful as she yelped at the sudden addition.

Her tears of fear were quickly turning into tears of shame as she felt her body become aroused by what he was doing; despite the fact that she didn't want him doing anything to her, her body wasn't listening to her mind or heart anymore, allowing itself to be sucked up into a spiral of passion, though she didn't let it drown her.

To her shame and mortification, her body had become wet enough that she could hear as he pushing his fingers in and out of her, the sound seeming to echo around the room. It was only from the rush of juices her body released that he even knew that she had climaxed, for her body was shaking from the heart-breaking sobs that were leaving her.

He gave her a short kiss as he removed his fingers, moving his body so his penis was aligned with her. He was so hard that he just needed to feel her wrapped around him; despite the fact that he really wanted to taste her as she exploded on his tongue, he couldn't wait anymore.

He rubbed himself against her, coating his penis with her juices so he would be able to slide into her more easily.

Bella, able to realize what he was about to do, tried to plead with him to let her go...or at least, not take her that night; she planned to escape the first chance she got.

He ignored her, shifting until the head of his penis was right there at the opening, where he pushed himself forward, slowly. He had to move both hands to her hips to hold her still, but he finally got himself into her, only stopping when it came to the barrier that proved her innocence.

It was there that he paused, unsure of whether to go fast or slow. While both would cause her pain, going faster would cause less pain, while going slow would allow him to feel as he broke through it. He looked up at her, seeing her red, tear-stained face, and decided that he would go fast in breaking it, in order to save her from feeling a lot of pain.

He surged forward, breaking the barrier. She screamed, louder than she had before, her fist flailing as they hit his shoulders while she tried to squirm away from him, trying to get away from the large thing that had entered her down there. He quickly grabbed her arms with his hands as he pulled out.

She almost sighed with relief until he surged back into her, another scream escaping her. It seemed her second scream irritated him, though, for he pushed his lips against hers once again, snaking his tongue into her mouth as he began thrusting into her. Two more screams, muffled, erupted from her before she just sobbed.

She still tried to get away, though she gave up after awhile, and grew still, trying to believe that she was anywhere than where she was. It was hard though, as he thrusting soon became faster and harsher, his pelvic hitting hers. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed around the room, only broken my him as he moaned her name.

He could feel himself coming closer and closer to climaxing himself, going faster and faster the closer he got, until he felt the familiar tightening of his lower body. He stilled when his climax came, deep inside of her. She could feel it as his sperm shot it self in her. Once he was done, he collapsed onto her, seemingly tired.

She whimpered as the breath was knocked out of her when he collapsed onto her. Her mind was in chaos, its automatic response to curl up into a ball unable to be carried out. Instead, she just laid there, unmoving, as silent tears continued nonstop, streaming down her face while he finally rolled off of her, and curled into her, spooning her from behind. He was asleep within minutes.

She could feel the blood from her broken innocence pooling underneath her while it dried on her thighs, as well as the semen that he had spilt into her.

She didn't know how long she laid there on her side, his arm wrapped around her, holding her to him as he slept, as her turmoil thoughts wondered if she would ever be able to escape. Would this be her life from now on?

Being imprisoned, forced into a marriage she didn't want, and raped, she didn't know what to think other than could and would things get worse?

She wished she knew the answer.