A Cheap Motel
Melody too, was a survivor.
She was nobody's fool, a tough girl, at least on the surface. They all needed a hard shell to protect and hold together all the fragile, brittle strands that were their lives inside. She was pretty, young, almost violently sexy. All the strippers were young, but if you looked at her face in a certain way with the shadow on one side, you could see the line on the corner of her lips, and you knew she had gone through a lot. She had a boyfriend. "Are you telling him? what's he gonna think?" I asked her. She was straddling me at the waist with her knees, my arms lifted, her tits swaying above my face when she leaned forward to tie my wrists to something on the headboard above my head. I cranked my neck to get a lick in, but just missed her nipple. The bed creaked.
It was a cheap, seedy motel, the walls so thin we could hear muffled voices, laughter, from the next room, and footsteps from the floor above. That meant they could hear us too. The woman at the desk had given us the look, as if to say she knew we were whores, and the least said the better. She was right, but we went there for each other only. A week after we first met at the club, and we were clinging to each other as if for proetction in a circle of wildfire
"I'm not telling him nothin'. I am having an affair!" Melody giggled, and leaned down to blew a raspberry in the nape of my neck "an affair with you, you rape magnet!".
Her fingers were soft when they danced from my wrists, now bound, down along my arms, until I was made to twitch when the fingertips brushed to the hollows of my armpits. Yes, she was raped too, she told me, gang raped. She was young, ran off with a dark man on a motorbike, from a house full of drunk people. He had a mop of dark hair, wore leather pants, jean jacket made into a vest with the sleeves cut . She rode the open road with him and his gang, clinging to his waist, wind in her hair. One night all thee rest of them came to her while she was cuddling with his man in their blanket by the campfire, their faces lit like the faces of monstrous beasts in the firelight, their bodies staggering, smelling of booze and sweat and dried cum.
Melody took a handful of my hair in her hand and yanked my head to the side and told her story with her lips close to my ear, her tongue tracing light circles along my neck. I twitched, suddenly jerking on the bonds on my wrists as if currents of electricity were searing my body, my hips rolling, rising and falling with each word she whispered, needing to know more. She told me how they dragged her boyfriend away, beat him up when he dared to object to sharing her. They held her, spread her, a man kneeling on her forearms, men holding her ankle legs, wet, bearded lips slobbering all over her body, hands mauling her flesh. They pushing her legs up into the air, folding her body back to make her ass rise up while one cock after another plowed into her cunt, cockmeat slapping into her cunt flesh, cumming into her unprotected.
"Don't!" I cried out, shaking, my eyes shut tight, feeling how I was descending into my own dark place, that corner of my mind filled with my own demons. But I wanted to hear more. Melody dragged her lips down from my neck, and down, until her tongue was rolling all over my tits. I arched, gasping, my arms jerking my entire body shaking repeatedly shocked by those currents sent from her lips that shot instantly down my body to my cunt. "ever had your head grabbed by the hair on both sides of your face and a cock rammed into your mouth?" She said "so you can taste your own juice, taste the cum of your rapist?". I yanked so hard on my arms the whole bed shook when she pulled a nipple into her mouth. Her teeth grated, dug into my nipple, before her tongue washed over it, so that my scream turned into a hoarse moan that must have been heard through the whole damned motel.
"Don't!" I cried out again. She stuffed my panties into my mouth.
We were both driven by demons, maybe the same ones, invisible demons who could not touch our bodies themselves, so they sent us each other to fuck and torment each other, so that each time we met, we were raped all over again. We were two rape magnets stuck together.
