WWE Fan Fiction ❯ Angel of the Devil ❯ Little Puppet ( Chapter 4 )

Angel of the Devil

Chapter 4: Little Puppet

 

WARNING: This chapter contains violence and some sexual situations. For those with little tolerance for rape, you might want to skip this chapter and wait for the next one.

 

Disclaimer: I know I've been delayed on this, but I own none of the wrestlers found in this story, each individual belongs to themselves as well as the company who pays them for appearances. Sue me, and you'll get nothing. Steal this and I'll sue.

 

 

“R-Ra-Raven I- I…” An animalistic growl passed Raven's lips, his arm shooting out instantly and clasping the jacket arm on Cassidy's coat, jerking him inside the house. A horrified expression settled itself onto Chris's youthful face, pain lingering there and met with even more as his back was met violently by the solid of a wall.

 

“Aahck!” Chris's throat tightens as he cries out in agony, his breath catching up the wind pipe making him choke and suffocate from his own surprise. Raven wordlessly reaches out for his hair, capturing the threads at their base and jerking Cassidy's head into the wall, all the while bringing his own face closer to his.

 

“You… how dare you show your face here and not when I needed you! What the fuck do you think I protect you for!? What the fuck do you think I PAY you for!? I give you a reason to be on TNA, I'm the reason you even have a job and THIS is how you REPAY me!!!?”

 

“R-Raven I- I'm… I”

 

“SILENCE!!!” Raven's grip increases on Cassidy's hair, the sickening sound of the strands detaching from his skull filling the young man's ears, giving Raven a further sense of sadistic delight. His cries of distress only fueling the other to twist more and more till blood is present, attaching to the unnatural blonde strands and spreading like a virus.

 

Somehow Cassidy finds it within himself, through all his screaming and protests of abuse, to muster up a silent plea.

 

“Raven please!”

 

“Don't give me that shit!” Raven spat, jerking the blonde's head around like a rag doll causing more of the hair to stretch and strip from the scalp. The sound was starting to make Chris nauseas and swear any minute now that he'd throw up. Just his luck however, Raven faltered with his grip, taking his hand away and shaking it subtly, his sadistic train of thought driven to a height of creepy that many had seen within his own pleasure of each falling hair.

 

Cassidy found the moment a God send, huddling up in a ball against the floor and wall, mustering up further courage to beg for mercy, his body shaking profusely by fear.

 

“Pease boss… tell me how I can redeem myself… I'm sorry Boss. Please. Please forgive me!”

 

The southern accent brought him back to reality, Raven's eyes falling onto the fetal driven young man at his feet. The sound of his voice was only grating his nerves and so once again with one hand his arm lunged out to the top of the other's head, firmly clinching the sore patch on his head, and sharply twisting his wrist outward. Putting more strength than one might find is necessary, he snapped Chris's head up, pulling his body with it, and once more returning the back of his head to waist length at the wall, blood smearing from the back of his skull in wake of his movements.

 

“Redeem yourself?” Raven's inquiry broke out into a sick and twisted smile, rage burning with his wide wild eyes and coursing evidently through his being making his face flush a savage red. He permitted a twisted chuckle to escape his lips, one so devilish it made Cassidy twitch and squirm anxiously.

 

Suddenly the other hand, which had been inactive through most of this was brought to the simple towel around his waist, the slightest touch causing it to fall with an elegant sway to the floor, Raven continuing his verbal barrage. “You want to redeem yourself? HAH! I'll let you redeem yourself… come here you little bitch, and redeem yourself. Show your Boss your actually worth a damn you puppet piece of shit!”

 

Without any warning a psychotic laugh erupted from the bellows of Raven's throat, his hands working on their own to shove Cassidy's face to his crotch. He didn't even have to look, shoving his half erect manhood passed Chris's pursed lips, forcing his mouth open and skull fucking him with only a couple thrusts to bash his head dominantly against the wall. The feel of something sliding down the other's throat, did nothing to help his sickness, and several times the thought of suffocating crossed his mind.

 

Cassidy's expression became one of most pronounced horror, pain drenching the rest of his body from his head, Raven's hands guiding him swift and rough back and forth along his shaft, face fucking him mercilessly every chance he got into the wall. Every time the disturbing thud that was his head crashing into the wall sending Raven's now full erection further down his throat, the head of it gagging him every time, only Scott's words were there to give him comfort which only succeeded in making him that much more humiliated.

 

“How's this for redeeming yourself you pathetic useless bitch? Huh? Suck harder work monkey! Harder!” Raven repeated the phrase religiously, smacking the boy's head with every mention of “harder” only to slam him more commanding back into the wall from a harsh thrust.

 

A few more thrusts and finally Chris could feel the member twitch in his mouth, swelling with the oncoming orgasm. He found himself vulnerable, unable to prepare himself for what was to come, so he simply shut his eyes. The seed filled his mouth with a sudden rush, some of it sliding down his throat unwillingly, but most of it slopping out the corners of his mouth, and all down his front once Raven removed himself from its warm confines. The warm sensation that came over Scott lingered as he reached out for the boy's chin, taking it firmly and jerking it up as far as it would go. He gave himself, nor Chris the time to regain composure, the action furthermore startling the young blonde, the last bit of semen pouring out of his mouth and all over Raven's own hand.

Raven growled, gritted his teeth and looked Chris up and down. “Your disgusting,” he mocked, releasing his chin and whipping his hand off on Cassidy's jeans. “But I'll tell you what,” he continued, whipping the backside of his hand in the young man's hair, a slightly amused tone creeping into his voice, “I'll give you one more shot. You do still want to redeem yourself” He took hold of another part of hair, this time a bit lighter, but straining it one more time to pull his had as far back as possible, Cassidy's body arching simultaneously to deplete as much pain as he could. Trying his absolute best in the position he was in, Cassidy nodded.

 

“I won't be showing up for the taping this week, so in my place will be you. I want YOU to inform everyone- and I don't care how or when you do it- that even though I am not there that night, I will be at Bound For Glory.”

 

Finally his grip on the boy's head loosened completely, and with the smallest bit of effort grabbed his shoulder to help Chris to his feet. He served as a guide for only a couple steps as they neared the door, then shoved him the rest of the way finding that it was slightly open already. Easily the boy fell through and collapsed on the ground outside, his body convulsing and continuously wracked with shivers, his torment still not ceasing to cause him agony. In a sinister low voice, Raven announced above him like a god from the open door, “Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

 

Cassidy quickly scampered to his feet, running to the car he had left running on the street side. Raven watches his form retreat, calculating thoughts of the Bound For Glory weekend and the PPV to come. With a grunt he slammed the door, the wheels of the car outside breaking into the silent house with a wild urgency, once more Raven's thoughts are thrown and he changes his mind, pondering just how much longer he will be able to use Cassidy as his little puppet.