The Prey

With that, he used his key to unlock the door, stepped out of the room and closed the door. The bolt slid shut as he locked it from the outside. Mara went into the bathroom. She found some mouthwash and gargled vigorously. She washed her face and patted it dry with a towel—Dawn’s makeup be damned.

Still not willing to give up the idea of escape, she pulled open the medicine cabinet and all the drawers, searching for something, anything, she might use to defend herself, but unless she could figure out a way to overpower someone with a bar of soap or a tube of toothpaste, she was out of luck.

She recalled DJ’s knife. Maybe she could somehow get hold of it, but then what? Even if by some miracle she managed to get out of the house, what was the next step? Where would she go? It was an island, so surely there had to be boats docked somewhere. Mara knew how to drive a speedboat, but how would she get to the dock?

She shook her head and sighed deep. The sound of the bedroom door opening made her stiffen and catch her breath.

“Hey, get out here,” DJ called. “And bring the lube with you. It’s in the drawer to the right of the sink.”

Her heart sinking to her toes, Mara opened the drawer and took out the KY Jelly she’d seen a moment before. Was the bastard going to ignore the doctor’s warning? Was he that stupid? Then, uninvited and unwelcome, his words came back into her head—her ass belongs to me.

“No,” she whispered. “No.”

“Don’t make me come after you, girl,” DJ called. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

When she entered the bedroom, the guy was already naked, his broad chest and flat stomach matted with dark curling hair, his cock fisted in his hand. “Get on the bed,” he ordered. “On your hands and knees like a dog. I’m going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours.”

“Please, DJ,” Mara tried, hoping that by using his name, and because they were around the same age, he might be more receptive. “Please don’t do this. I’m begging you—”

“Hmmm, I like when you beg,” DJ interrupted with an evil grin. “But it’s not going to stop me. I use every new girl this way. It’s my personal welcome.” He laughed as if he’d said something incredibly witty. “Now, get on the fucking bed on your hands and knees. If I have to tell you again, you’ll not only get a reaming, but a spanking, too.”

Mara moved on shaking legs toward the bed. DJ held out his hand and she placed the tube of lubricant on his palm. She knelt on the bed as ordered, her heart beating high in her throat. Though she wasn’t a stranger to anal sex, it held no particular appeal, and the thought of being violated in this way by this pig made her want to scream.

Instead she swallowed her rage and her terror, which curled into a tight, painful ball inside her as DJ climbed onto the bed behind her, making the mattress sway as it absorbed his additional weight. “Now, reach back and spread your ass cheeks. Go on.” He smacked her ass. “Do what I tell you.”

Her face blazing, Mara lowered her forehead to the bed and reached back to hold herself open. She shuddered when the dollop of cold lube oozed between her cheeks. “I’ll take it from here,” DJ said in a throaty voice. He slapped her hands away and grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him. She squeezed her eyes closed and gritted her teeth as the head of his cock nudged against her nether hole.

He pressed forward, his fat cockhead stretching her delicate membranes. Mara whimpered at the sudden, sharp pain. “Relax, baby,” DJ crooned, as if he were a lover instead of a rapist. “It’ll be easier for you if you relax. Trust me.”

I’d trust a crocodile before I’d trust you, asshole. Still, he was right—the more she clenched her anal muscles, the more his forced penetration was going to hurt. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to relax, to accept the invasion as best she could. The sooner he was in, the sooner he’d be out. It was a little easier once she managed to relax, the pain replaced by an unpleasant fullness, but nothing she couldn’t endure. She was glad he was behind her, at least, instead of on top of her.

DJ began to grunt, though he wasn’t thrusting too hard, thank goodness, but more like gliding in and out now that her anal muscles had relaxed, the copious lubricant smoothing his way. He continued to grunt like a pig as he moved behind her, his sweat landing in droplets against her back. She couldn’t stop the shudder of disgust that moved through her body.