Thirteen B

Ray's arm wrapped around Doll’s throat causing her to lose consciousness.

Doll opened her eyes. She wasn’t sure where she was or how long she had been out for. What she did know was that she was naked and tied over the bonnet of either Ray or Pete’s car.

She shivered. It was a cold night and it was a torture all in itself to be left so exposed to the freezing air.

She whimpered as Ray walked over to her. She hated the way he was looking at her; like he was going to rip her to bits. Ray looked so different now, compared to how she remembered him in the club.

Now his dark eyes were full of a sadistic light. His large hand went to her breast and squeezed it roughly, making Doll sob.

“I bet one of you shits made a comment about how all fertiles like it rough,” Ray spat, his nails digging into Doll, making her whimper in pain. “Well did you slut, did someone say that to Ryan?”

“Yes… Raven said it before he raped him. He said that he bet being beat up was like foreplay to a fertile.”

Ray growled deep in his throat, he had always had a soft spot for Ryan and hearing part of what he went through made his blood boil.

“You have no fucking idea what a vampire feels for a fertile,” Ray spat, removing his belt. He held it in his hand, feeling the weight of the heavy buckle.

“Yes, I've used this belt to whip a fertile before, but always doubling it and using it across their thighs or backside. Just hard enough to sting, but never to break the skin. I would never do this.” Ray laughed before bringing the metal of the buckle down across Doll’s face, almost instantly leaving a nasty black bruise on the side of her face.

Doll screamed as Ray brought the belt down again across the other side of her face and she tasted blood in her mouth. She pulled at the ropes that had her bound to the bonnet as Ray brought the belt down over and over, the cold metal bruising her flesh.

Ray worked down her body, even whipping the soles of her feet before working his way back up. He smiled cruelly as he looked down at the black bruises that made Doll’s body look like rotten fruit.

“Do you think any fertile would class that as foreplay, slut?” Ray spat, bringing the buckle back down around Doll’s head a few times.

Ray looked up as Pete came over and grinned. Pete knew everyone classed Ray as being one of good guys, but he had, like most vampires a strong sadistic streak. It didn’t come out often, but when it did it was bad.

“This thing thinks that a fertile would class being beat up as foreplay. Pete, do you know any fertiles that would class being beaten bloody as a turn on?”

Pete shook his head. He had slept with a fair amount of fertiles, and more than a few had left with bruises, mostly across their stomach and thighs his favorite place to fang fuck a lover, but never had he truly beaten a fertile. No vampire would treat a fertile like that.

“Please… no more…” Doll whimpered, close to passing out.

“Shut up whore, we haven’t even started on you yet,” Pete growled, looking at her with distaste. “You know Ray, she hate raped Ryan, maybe we should show her what it’s like to be hate raped by two vampires.”

Ray smiled, walking over to the now sobbing Doll. He looked down at her, her eyes filled with terror and pain. He untied her and roughly pushed her to the ground.

“Remember that what you are about to go through no fertile would enjoy,” Ray growled, giving Doll a few kicks before undoing his trousers. He slammed into her harder than he would ever dream of fucking a fertile. This had nothing to do with love or passion and everything to do with hate.

He roared as Doll struggled trying to fight him off, he grabbed her head and slammed it against the floor a few times until she want still.

Doll had never felt pain like it. She felt like she was being ripped apart, and as Ray stood up she looked down to see blood on her thighs. She wanted to beg for mercy, but based on the hatred she felt coming from the two vampires, she knew that she would receive none.

“This is what happened to Ryan and what you was planning on doing to other fertiles including my Patty,” Pete roared before taking over from Ray.

Doll wanted to scream that no human could hurt a fertile like they were hurting her. By the time they were done she knew she was bleeding internally and she was coughing up blood. Her pelvis had been broken and she knew that almost no human would have the strength to do that.

Her eyes wore filled with agony as she passed out.

She came round with her hands tied above her head and dangling from a tree. Pete was covering her body with something. She whimpered, as it stung the open wounds that covered her body.

“Oh, this was Ray’s idea. It’s just honey, but there’s an ant nest underneath you. I’m sure they'll have a field day crawling all over you. We're just going to leave you here for the ants to enjoy,” Pete laughed, giving a Doll a punch in the stomach. “Oh, and when some one does bother to come for you, Bob would like a little word with you. Enjoy yourself till then.”

Then Pete did just what he said he would and went to his car, leaving Doll hanging there for the ants to make a meal of.