Short Club Shadowlands Story - 'Nothing' by Shadowkeeper

[size=200:2uvdlm9k][b:2uvdlm9k][u:2uvdlm9k]Tales of Club Shadowlands[/u:2uvdlm9k][/b:2uvdlm9k][/size:2uvdlm9k] [size=200:2uvdlm9k][b:2uvdlm9k]Nothing[/b:2uvdlm9k][/size:2uvdlm9k]

[size=150:2uvdlm9k]Nothing.

She was wearing nothing. For the first time in her short life, Kaylie’s slender body was completely exposed to the eyes of strangers. Somehow that was bothering her more than the way she was hanging by her wrists against the wall, on display with the rest of what the staff here referred to as ‘snuff-toys’.

Snuff. Now she knew what that meant, after watching what happened to the shapely, sweet housewife Andrea and the bitchy cheerleader Veronica. They were released from the wall only to be brutally gang-raped before suffering long, drawn out deaths at the end of a pair of nooses. They were still there, dangling lifelessly before Kaylie, staring sightlessly at her in silent accusation.

Not that they were the only girls that had been raped and murdered over the course of the party. Indeed, the ballroom of this supposed club (she’d heard it referred to as Club Shadowlands) was littered with the bodies of dozens of women, ranging in age from barely eighteen, like Kaylie, to their late thirties. But Andrea & Veronica – she had known them, at least a little. They had been snatched and delivered to the Club at the same time, slept in the same cell, and shared their fears for several days.

Now, Kaylie was the last of her trinity alive, and she just knew that it was only a matter of time before she met her own doom at the hands of the debauched guests here. And yet, still her mind insisted on focusing on her nudity. She had barely begun working towards her degree in psychology, but she was pretty certain that it was a coping mechanism, a way for her mind to shield itself from the reality of what was happening, so she just went with it.

Suddenly a hand was touching that nudity, sliding smoothly along her lean flanks as she jerked in surprise. She looked down to see a very large man smiling up at her. She found herself staring into his eyes, eyes that were gentle and kind, something that she wouldn’t have expected to find in this cruel environment.

The man was so huge that he barely had to reach up to release her wrists. Kaylie started to shiver, knowing what this action represented. She wanted to protest, to beg, but the ring-gag in her mouth would have made anything she said indecipherable. Instead, she just whimpered and looked at him with teary, fear-filled blue eyes.

The man surprised her with his gentleness as he took her from the wall cradled in his arms, like a man carrying his new bride across the threshold. Kaylie liked that image, so she held onto it as he lowered his head to quietly reassure her in a deep, rich voice. “Hush now, girl. I won’t be causing you any pain, I promise. I’m just going to take you someplace private, where we can spend some quality time together.”

As he spoke, he swiftly took her from the nightmare scene in the ballroom, but not before she got a good look at the wicked delight on the reveler’s faces as they watched a trio of girls who looked to be sisters being raped while they lay in a set of real, honest to god guillotines.

Seeing that, and then looking into his soft eyes, she somehow believed him, that he wouldn’t cause her any pain, but that only brought out another worry, a sacred promise made to her loved ones, herself and her God. A promise that she knew she was going to have to break in order to survive.

Before she knew it, the overwhelming cacophony of delighted & terrified voices faded away, and they were in a room filled with soft, expensive furniture. Her eyes were drawn to the huge bed, a four-poster covered only by smooth, water-proof looking sheets. The bed where he was even now depositing her.

The gag was gently taken from her mouth, and she immediately blurted what was on her mind. “I’m a virgin! Please, sir, I’m saving myself for-”

A thick finger on her lips stopped her gush of words. “Hush, sweety. I know all about it, I picked you because of what I read in your files. I took you away from the party because those people don’t deserve you. You’re a good girl, you have been all your life, and you have such potential…but you should know by now, you’re never going to leave this place alive. There won’t be any ceremony for you, no vows before a priest. This is the closest you’ll ever get to a wedding night.” A big hand gently caressed her long, silken blond hair. “I’ll be gentle with you, take my time to make it good if you’ll let me, but that’s the best I can do for you.”

Kaylie saw the truth in his eyes, and knew deep down that he had saved her from something terrible, and she felt gratitude warring with her regrets and fears. Finally, she closed her eyes and decided to go with it, to just imagine that this was her wedding night, that this gentle giant of a man was her loving husband. The fantasy came to her more easily than she would have expected.

The caressing hand paused, and she just nodded in response to his silent question. After that, the caresses, while still gentle, became much, much more intimate. She still had her eyes closed, and the world seemed to whirl around the new sensations that his touch was bringing to her. His mouth was on her breasts, suckling and gently nibbling, and his fingers were slowly, gently opening her up down below, and it was all so new, so good…

She came on his fingers, hard, arching her back and going rigid from it, as the tension of her arousal and fears snapped and released in sweet bliss. He wasn’t done, of course, and she wasn’t ready for him to be, so she just spread her legs wide and let him continue, giving in to her body’s need for more.

His thick fingers were spreading her wider than she would have thought possible, but he was doing it in such a way that it caused her no pain, only a discomfort that somehow only made her want more. She needed him inside of her, needed to feel like they were one…

And there he was, holding his large body over hers as his hips forced her thighs even further apart, as the blunt tip of his member slowly entered her well-prepared but still virginally tight sex. She groaned, whimpered and bit her lip as she stretched for him, as he filled her to depths she wouldn’t have thought possible, and then his motions changed.

He was moving in and out now, still slowly, still gently, but with a bit more insistence. She responded by wrapping her long, slender limbs around his huge body. She was humping her hips up into his strokes now, trying to pull him closer, as the discomfort faded into sweet, urgently rising ecstasy. She was finally experiencing what all of her girlfriends had described to her, and the reality was so much more than their stories had ever conveyed.

She was still in her fantasy, and that only added to her urgency. He was going to fill her with his seed, she NEEDED him to. Needed him to put a baby in her and make her a mother as she had always dreamed, as a good Catholic girl should.

His thrusts into her were long and hard now, the end of his member adding a bite to her pleasure as it banged against the limits of her sex, and then he shoved in really hard and went rigid. She could feel him twitching inside of her, she knew what that meant, and it sent her over the edge into the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced.

Her inexperienced but ever so tight sex-muscles were pulsing, milking him as he emptied himself into her, and she fully gave in to her fantasy. “Yes, fill me, make me a mommy!”

She came down from her sexual high slowly, reluctantly, as he moved around a bit, his member still hard inside her. She felt like purring. “Oh, love, that was beautiful.”

He kissed her then, her first one from a man, and it was long and sweet and loving, everything she’d always dreamed of in a first kiss. That it was coming after a long bout of intercourse didn’t occur to her befuddled, blissed-out mind.

Then he was pulling his head back as his hands moved near her head. His voice was deep and filled with a strange mix of adoration, sadness and anticipation. “That really was sweet, baby. And I’d love a repeat, or a hundred…but that’s not what I took you down for.”

Kaylie finally opened her eyes, looked up at him, still breathing hard from their love-making. “But, then why did you take me down and bring me here?”

His smile faded and his eyes went sad as she felt something hard press against the side of her head. “So I could do this…”

[i:2uvdlm9k]Click.[/i:2uvdlm9k]

[b:2uvdlm9k]BLAM![/b:2uvdlm9k]

A flash of light, a split second of panic, but not a bit of pain.

No pain. Just… Nothing.[/size:2uvdlm9k]