EroticReverie

Caroline Ophelia Deamonne

There was laughter outside from the group, as they drank from the flasks everyone brought. 

Duncan's hands were on my body and his kiss hungry and aggressive as I moaned into his mouth. He was right about everything, I may have been a virgin, but I was being a whore tonight, and maybe i'd care normally, but my hormones were at all time high with the fear coursing through me. 

I was 90% sure that him and Preston were fucking with me, and had spelled my name out on that board, but the other 10% of me, was fucking terrified that there was a spirit or demon, or whatever the fuck they like to conjure, that wanted me dead. 

It was fucked up, and even though the small possibility existed in my mind that it could happen, while I should be terrified, I was more horny now than ever. Especially after Duncan saying the things he did. The fear of being forced into sex with him. The fear of him hurting me, slamming into me, made me so wet that I was ashamed. Hating that I let myself fantasize about my choice being taken from me. 

Duncan pulled me through the house and towards the basement. 

"no" I say shaking my head. 

"yes....I want you soaked for me." he says and pulls me to the stairs. 

"Duncan" I plead as he turns and grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder and I screech. 

"Duncan please!" I whimper as he carries me down into the basement, my hands dragging along the walls of the stair case as I try to find the railing or anything to grab onto.

We're already at the bottom and he walks us into the dark and sets me down and I go to bolt, but he grabs me and pushes me against a wall. 

"Ow!" I whimper as my head thumps against the wall, my body crashing into it. 

"be very quiet Ophelia." he groans as he reaches for the jackets I wear and pushes them off my shoulder. 

"Duncan no" I say and he hushes me.

"Shhhh" he says and grabs my shirt, pulling it up and I give a pathetic little fight as he chuckles. 

"I want you naked" he groans. 

"Naked and that little cunt of yours dripping down your bare legs" he says as he takes my jeans and unbuttons them and unzipping them and he violently pulls them down with a growl. The sounds, the force of his hands makes me heat, my core buzzing and heat pooling between my legs and he stands after pulling off my sneakers and pants. 

"come here" he groans pulling me to him in the dark and I gasp as he reaches behind me and grabs my bra strap, working the clasps as he breathes heavy and undoes them and pulls my bra off. 

"Turn around" he growls and I gasp when he makes me turn and his hand rubs over my ass in my panties. 

The last article of clothing I have on as I stand there in the dark, old smelling basement, every fear of the dark I have rushing through me as the need for Duncan do what he wants to me mixing with it. 

"Ophelia" he groans and squeezes my ass and I whimper. 

"Say it now" he growls. 

"I'm a whore" I pant and he groans and I can hear his grin in the dark, I know it's on his face. That evil grin, the one he gets, getting off on fucked up shit, like me being scared, me crying in fear, or screaming, and now it's me degrading myself for his pleasure. 

"Put your hand in your panties and finger yourself" he says and I moan. 

I do it, I reach into my panties in the dark, my tits cold , pressed against the stone wall. 

"good girl" he says, and the only way he knows i've done what he's said is by the soaked sounds of my pussy. 

"how wet is that cunt Ophelia?" he asks and I gasp. 

"So wet" I pant. 

"Keep fucking it for me" he says and I hear his zipper and I pant heavily. My cunt squeezing around my finger. 

"Harder" he groans and I whimper as I obey and fuck myself harder with my fingers and he groans. 

"I wonder if that spirit just doesnt like little whores" he groans and I moan as I finger myself. 

"maybe it'll posses you.....and make you stop being such a fucking cock tease..." he groans and I feel his cock slap my ass on the side and I gasp. 

"Fuck" he groans, grabbing my panties and yanking them hard to the side and I feel him slide in between my lips at the back. 

"Move your fucking hand Ophelia" he groans and I whimper, but I do it and I press both hands to the wall. 

He lets out a long groan as he slides the head of his cock against me, back and forth over my aching hole. How can I want something so bad when I dont even know what it feels like. 

"little virgin whore" he groans and I moan and nod in the dark. 

"please" I moan. 

He groans. 

"you want me to fuck you?" he asks , putting the head of his cock against my cunt and I gasp and whimper when he pushes slightly against it, against the spot where i've never had a cock this close, ever. 

"yes" I pant and he groans and I feel him against my back as he presses me into the wall and he bites my shoulder hard and I yelp. 

"I wont be gentle Ophelia" he growls and I moan. 

"I know" I whimper and he curses. 

"No....you don't....you think you do....but you have no idea...how badly.....i want to fucking hurt you" he groans and I moan. 

"do it" I pant, unsure of what has come over me and he curses. 

"you are so fucking sexy" he whispers in my ear and I moan, clawing at the walls, ready to climb them. 

"such a ready little whore....dripping for me...." he says and I feel him stroke my cunt with his cock and pushes at my hole again, so softly and just nudges it with his tip and I whimper. 

"tell me to fuck you hard Ophelia" he groans.

"fuck me hard" I plead and he groans.

"Tell me to fuck your little virgin pussy" he commands. 

"fuck my little virgin pussy" I repeat him. 

"say youre my whore" he groans. 

"Im your whore" I whine and push back and he groans, as he moves back. 

"Greedy little slut" he says and slaps my ass and I whimper. 

His cock is gone from between my legs, no longer teasing. 

"Duncan?" I whisper in the dark, feeling him still near as he breathes and grunts. 

"Duncan" I moan his name. "please" 

With a low growl I feel wetness hit my lower back, and my ass. 

He was cumming. He was cumming on me. 

"Duncan" I moan his name, feeling dirty, feeling used, feeling cheated out of losing my virginity. Feeling cheated out of the dark rough fantasy I wanted. 

He grunts and he breathes out and curses and then places his hands on my shoulders, and kisses the side of my neck. 

"you're a bad girl" he whispers. 

"bad girls get punished Ophelia." he says and kisses the side of my head as I whimper and feel him slip back and hear his zipper of his pants as he tucks himself away.

In the dark I pull my panties back in place as he lifts my bra , my shirt, and my pants to me and I put them on in the dark , and he helps, our eyes only slightly adjusted to the dark , only able to see each others shadows, and the glossy sheen of our eyes. 

"that wasn't fair" I say and he chuckles. 

"poor baby" he taunts and I shove him slightly and then slip my jeans on and zip them up. 

I've managed to get my shirt and jackets back on as well and am slipping on my sneakers, and tying up the last one, and standing back up straight when I realize his presence has moved. He's not close. 

"Duncan?" I ask.

"Ophelia?" he says his voice coming from across the space. I whimper and move. 

"BE....BRAVE" he says darkly and I pause. 

"No." I say my voice shaking. 

I hear his footsteps, going up the stairs and I run, and his foot steps move faster and I scream as he slams the door shut behind him and I trip up the stairs, tears falling. 

"duncan!" I scream at him as I scramble up the stairs , trembling, shaking like a leaf and fighting the panic attack in my chest. 

"BREATHE OPHELIA" his voice comes from the other side of the door as I reach the top step and start pounding my fists on the door. 

"Duncan!" I scream. 

"Please! Let me out of here!" I scream. 

My mind races of the terrible things that could be down here with me, killers, clowns, demons, monsters, ghosts, spirits, a real rapist, a group of men that were just waiting for a dumb little girl like me to get locked in here. I cry as I scratch at the door and hear other voices. 

"what the hell are you doing?" a voice asks. 

"Let me out!" I cry.

"BREATHE OPHELIA" Duncan commands me. 

"I cant!" I scream. 

"Let her out!" I hear Eve's voice. 

"she's fine...we're having fun" Duncan says.

"She's going to have a panic attack!" Alana yells. 

I choke on air, and start to sweat. I feel dizzy and I can't breathe. My hands go to my throat and I clasp my neck, my mouth open trying to suck in a gasp of air. I hate Duncan. This is too far. This is too much. I can't breathe. 

"I cant breathe" I choke the words out. 

"fuck you Duncan!" Eve says and I hear a scuffle and then the door is pulled open  Eve and Elise are the first to grab me and pull me into the kitchen and to the floor and sit me down. 

"Breathe sweetie...breathe, you're okay" Eve says , stroking my hair and she starts to take deep breaths and I can see she's eyeing Duncan, glaring at him. 

"Maybe it's the demons trying to kill her" I hear Simone say with a little cackle. 

"Shut the fuck up Simone!" Eve yells, and I'd be surprised and shocked, which I am deep down, but I can't focus on anything other than not being able to breathe. 

"Whatever" Simone scoffs and turns and leaves the room. 

nobody follows her this time. 

"Leave her alone, she's fine." Duncan says and Eve curses at him. 

"she's having a fucking panic attack you asshole!" Eve screams and Preston moves between Duncan and Eve and me on the floor as Elise hushes me and tries to soothe me. 

I watch and shake as Duncan moves around Preston and squats down and Eve yells at him. 

"Shut the fuck up eve, and stop yelling" Duncan growls.

He grabs my face and lifts my chin and looks in my eyes, I know this makes him hard. I know even though he just came all over my back, that his cock is getting hard again at torturing me, at making me go crazy, scaring me into a panic attack. 

"where is my brave girl Ophelia?" he whispers to me, his thumbs lifting my chin. 

"where is she?" he asks and Eve mumbles that he's a fucking jerk. 

I don't know what it is, but his hands on my face, his voice, his eyes on me, they work slowly at soothing me. I begin to breathe again.

"There we go." he says softly. 

"There she is." he whispers as everyone watches our exchange, surely finding it odd, finding it weird, and fucked up. That the guy who just locked me in a basement in a supposedly haunted house and made me cry harder than I ever have with fear, is the one to talk me down, to bring me back. 

"Are you okay?" Eve asks me as she rubs my arm, and my eyes just stay locked on the light blue eyes of Duncan Devis, a cruel devil, a handsome devil, that I realize now wants to break me. Or save me. I don't know which. Maybe both. 

"She's fine." Duncan says softly. 

"Aren't you Ophelia?" he asks and his one thumb caresses my cheek and I close my eyes and nod. 

"Brave girl" he murmurs. 

"You are fucked up Duncan" Eve hisses and stands. 

I realize everyone around us is either shocked, confused, terrified or all three as they just scratch their heads. 

"alright give her some room to breathe." Preston speaks up and the girls roll their eyes and huff. 

"Im not leaving her with him" Eve hisses.

"She's fine" Preston says. 

"Clearly shes not! And Duncan is a fuckin psychopath!" she screeches. 

"Eve!" Preston growls. "Enough!" 

"Come on my brave little girl." he whispers so only I can hear and grabs my hand as he stands and I slowly get up off the floor and stand, my legs shaking. 

"You did good" he whispers and pushes my hair back and smiles.

"We're going to make you brave Ophelia." he says and I shake my head. 

"I dont want to be brave." I say. 

"I need you to be." he says and then grabs my hand, and pulls me gently through the house. 

"Ophelia" Eve says my name and I look back to her. 

"What are you....are you sure...I mean...what the hell...." she says.

"It's okay." I say, and then nothing else as Duncan pulls me up the stairs behind him, and this time we go to the third floor. 

"don't ever do that again." I say to him as he cups my face and lifts my chin and slips his tongue along my mouth. 

"you need to be brave Ophelia..." he says.

"you like me scared" I reply. 

"I love you scared....but I don't want anything controlling you to the point you fall apart like that....we need to get rid of that fear...."he says. 

"you just want to get off on me screaming, and crying" I say. 

"yes, and no" he says. 

"I can get off to you in a number of ways...I dont NEED your pretty eyes terrified and crying, but it works...I wont lie." he says. 

"Nothing has ever turned me on as much as you just did, screaming for me to save you." he groans and I wince. 

"You're sick" I say and he nods and then licks my mouth again and forces my lips to part and I inhale slightly and my tongue finds his. 

"very sick" he says and his tongue is ruthless in my mouth and he kisses me dirty, and rough and I hate myself for the way I grab at his sides and pull myself into him for more of him, more of his sick, sick torture.