LILY ANN

Regardless of the nervousness that I felt coming into this date, I soon relaxed into an easy comfort around the rhythm guitarist. No matter what sinister things he may be capable of behind the scenes, or what horrendous acts he may have already committed...he was just so god damn easy to talk to and he could make me laugh over the smallest things.

"So then Jimmy takes off running, screaming, 'come here, you fucking stallion duck'! It was fucking awesome!" He laughed, causing me to choke on the white wine that I had been drinking. I loved hearing stories about Jimmy and Johnny, because they usually ended up with a scenario better matched for little kids. Which is exactly why I could relate so well.

"I'm so glad you're feeling better, Lily. When you said you hadn't been feeling good, I was prepared to come to your house to take care of you," he said softly, running his finger tip over the rim of his wine glass.

For a supposed psycho, he is such a sweetheart. I smiled at him, leaning forward and folding my forearms on the table in front of my dinner plate. "Awe, really?"

He nodded, taking a sip of his Pinot Grigio and running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip and causing my entire body to go into, hopefully unnoticed, convulsions. What was this man doing to me? Even my smallest movements were causing me to melt from the inside out.

"Really," he whispered over the table, watching me with a mysterious twinkle in his eye. "I would have made you this great soup my mom always used to make when I was sick, and rubbed your back and you feet while you took a nap." He reached across the table, running his fingers over the back of my hand and I almost came unhinged.

I took another sip of my wine and smile, my body feeling completely comfortable and yet not. I felt like every nerve ending was exposed, but instead of hurting, I felt like my skin was over-sensitive and directly connected to the throbbing nub between my thighs. I had never felt more sexually attracted to anyone in my entire life, and just the way he talked about rubbing my back and feet made me want to shed my clothes...hell, I would shed my skin right now if he asked.

His smiled melted into a more relaxed one as he watched the different emotions flit across my face, and arched a brow when he noticed my body visibly tense up when he touched my skin. "Are you okay, baby?"

His voice floated through my ear, tickling the darkest, inner most parts of my psyche and I nodded. "Mmhmm," I breathed, staring into his eyes and feeling myself falling in them. I wanted to get up out of this chair. I wanted to dance. I wanted to watch a movie. I wanted to run. I wanted music. I wanted silence. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to touch myself. I found myself absorbed in the delicate gold stitching on the cloth tablecloth, feeling myself falling into the glittering threads and making love there.

I barely heard Zacky requesting the check from the waitress. I vaguely remembered him leaving a tip on the table and suggesting I finish my wine before we leave. I do remember melting into the leather seat of his BMW, relishing in the way the material felt like silken butter on my exposed shoulder and arms. Some type of elctro-dubstep-house-mix-whatever music flowed from the Bose sound system, pumping through my veins and filling my body with the desire to move and never stop. My eyes closed and I felt my body swaying to the music. I could have been making a complete ass of myself, but I didn't care. I just knew I had to move. It felt soooo good.

When we reached his house, he helped me out of the car, running his hands up and down my arms. It's like he knew what my body was craving, and he was more than happy to oblige with my unspoken requests. "You have such a beautiful house, Zacky Vee. Can I call you Zacky Vee? I like it. Or I can call you Mr. Vengeance," I said in a mock deep voice, earning a mirthful chuckle from him.

"You can call me whatever you like, for now," he said softly in my ear, the sinister undertones escaping me as I melted into the feeling of his warm breath in my ear. Everything inside of me clenched up, and I let out a loud, guttural moan. He settled me on the couch, allowing me to play with the cloud-like softness of the suede material while he disappeared into the kitchen.

ZACKY

Brian was a fucking genius to suggest I slip ecstasy into Lily Ann's drink while we were at the restaurant. That shit was working like I charm. She had no idea what was going on, but I figured I'd slip her a minute dosage of the Rohypnol to make sure she didn't wake up in the morning and know what was about to happen to her. I couldn't have that now.

Brian kept telling me she would be concerned if she kept waking up at my house without any remembrance of the prior night's events, but I had this one planned out perfectly. I figured I could drug her, have my fun with her, and then tuck her safely into her own bed before she would be any wiser, and Brian would make sure he kept Reggie occupied until I gave him the signal. He benefited from this anyways.

I swirled the tiny amount of white powder into the glass of Jack and Coke, dissolving the crushed Rohypnol into the liquor. With the way she was feeling now, she would probably devour the smooth sweetness of the drink.

When I walked back out into the living room, she was laying back on the couch, running the fingers of one hand through her own blonde curls, and the other hand over the plush softness of the carpet. Chuckling to myself, I cleared my throat and barely caught her attention.

"Hi, Zacky Vee!" She squealed, popping up from her lounging position on the couch and reaching her hands out to me like a child. "Come here!"

I walked forward, handing her the glass and watched as she drank the entire contents like she had been parched. I laughed, running my hand over the top of her shoulders. "Whoa, slow down, baby. We have all night," I said softly, feeling the chill bumps form on her skin as she let out a shaky breath. I leaned in, touching my lips to her neck and removing the glass from her hands.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip and I watched as her hand slid slowly over her inner thigh, dangerously close to her sweet core. I smirked against her skin, flicking my tongue over her ear lobe. I sat the glass on the coffee table and reached up, taking her chin in my hand and turning her face to mine so that I could sink my tongue into her pretty mouth.

She gasped against my lips and pushed herself forwards, trying so hard to climb into my lap. That's right, come to daddy... I felt my dick push against the rough material of my jeans, begging to impale each and every hole that it could find on the small girl in front of me. All in good time.

I allowed her to kiss me for a few more minutes before I pushed her off of me, earning a pouty frown from her. I winked and stood up, pulling her wrist so that she was standing against me. "Come on, baby. Let's go get a little more comfortable."

I led her up the stairs, having to stop every so often to keep her from stumbling on her spike heels. God, those may have to stay on. They would look damn good when I had her legs up on my shoulders. I helped her into the bedroom, keeping up this ridiculous charade of being the courtly gentleman.

When I had the door locked behind me, I almost felt the transformation taking over, my eyes darkening and my body taking on a more predatory slink. Lily Ann was stretched across my bed, playing with the fabric of my blanket. Oh, this would be so fucking sweet.

Walking across the room, I made sure that my camera was set up and still nicely hidden, missing the small metal square that was sitting near it. I turned slowly, stalking towards the bed, a dangerous smile creeping across my face. "Oh baby?" I asked softly, coming to the end of the bed and standing over her.

She looked up, a lazy smile stretched across her face, and suddenly, her eyes widened slightly and her smile gradually transformed into a look of uncertainty, and best of all, fear. "Zacky?" She whispered, her voice trembling softly. I knew what she was seeing. A look of primal lust and crazed obsession.

I didn't say anything. I simply started removing my clothing at a slow, calculated pace. First my tie. Then my first, starting with the cufflinks and then unbuttoning it one button at a time. Then my belt, which I sat next to her on the bed. The entire time, she simply watched me like a deer in headlights. The ecstasy was leaving her system, and the Rohypnol was taking over. Of course, the small amount I gave her wouldn't knock her out, but it would definitely relax her enough to keep her from trying to get away from me...too much.

Once I was standing in front of her with only my jeans on, I leaned down over her body, holding my weight above her with my forearms. I ran my tongue slowly over her cleavage, collar bones, and neck before biting down. She cried out, trying feebly to push me off of her, but it was no use. She wasn't going anywhere. She was here. She was mine.

I gripped her wrists tightly in one hand, pinning them against the bed above her head and reached down to pull her shirt up. She began shaking her head frantically, trying to pull away from me and keep herself covered. "No, please don't do this..." She whispered.

"No, please, don't, that hurts," I mocked her, watching the first few precious tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "Baby, you know how much I like it when you cry."

I stood up, taking hold of the front of her shirt and ripping the delicate material down the front, exposing her gorgeous creamy flesh and the swell of her breasts that were trapped in black and red lace. Reaching into the pocket of my jeans, I pulled out my black and silver stiletto switchblade, the death bat that was engraved on the side glinting in the ambient glow cast by my two bedside lamps.

Her eyes widened even more, if it was physically possible, flashing those baby blues brighter than before and causing my dick to swell almost painfully. I leaned down and expertly sliced the middle of her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts to me. Gently dragging to blade down the skin of her sternum, I heard her breath hitch in fear.

"What's wrong, baby? Are you scared?" She nodded as I leaned down, my form consuming her entire vision. This close, I could hear the trembling in her panting, and I relished in the sound.

I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding down her form as I pulled them down her legs. I slipped her booties off, one at a time to remove the jeans, and then slipped them back on her feet. Oh yes, I liked these very much. I flicked my thumb across the point on the heels, catching her right foot as she aimed to kick me with it. However, the Rohypnol had slowed her movements to a sluggish pace, making her attempt at self-defense almost comical.

"Oh baby, that was a bad move," I tsked, shoving her legs roughly apart and stepping in between them, running my hands up the insides of her legs and clamping my fingers tightly down on her inner thighs, forcing a cry of pain from her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut tight as I slid my hands further up towards her apex, catching the delicate lace of her panties. "These won't do..." I muttered, snatching them away from her form and discarding the scraps of material on the floor near my foot.

I gazed at the lovely pink flower in front of me, raking my eyes over her nude body. While already beautiful, the fear that clung to her every surface made her absolutely gorgeous to me. The tears that trailed down her cheeks and the quivering of her chin made me want her more than I'd ever wanted anyone.

I leaned in, lowering myself to my knees and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed by her thighs. Running the tip of my nose over the sensitive button, I heard her breath catch and she moaned softly. Smiling, I slid my tongue gently over her dripping snatch. "Does that feel good, baby?" I asked softly, feeling her body tense up again at the sound of my voice. My dick twitched and I smirked, lapping at her folds with a vengeance.

Her body quivered, her libido betraying her, and she began to pant and moan, gripping the blankets around her and arching her back, which pushed her pussy closer to my mouth. Noticing that her orgasm was close, I pulled away from her, wiping my mouth.

"Not yet, my sweet. We're not here to make you feel good just yet," I said softly, watching her pleasure filled body begin to shake again as she watched me, looking like a lost child. I ran my hand over the belt that lay on the edge of the bed and watched her, wondering what I should do to her first.

Suddenly, quick as a snake, I snatched her ankle and jerked her to me. "NO! NO! STOP! FUCK!" She screamed, trying desperately to grab at anything she could, but she only succeeded in dragging the down blankets with her. I flipped her over, gazing at the perfect swell of her ass. She continued to squirm and I cracked the belt down as hard as I could next to her writhing body, instantly forcing her to stop moving. She whimpered, causing that delicious twitch in my pants, and I moaned softly as I ran my hand up the back of her leg.

"You're being a bad girl, Lily Ann," I taunted, watching the rigid stillness of her body. "Do you want me to spank you?" She shook her head violently, the thought of scrambling away evident in her posture.

"N-n-no," she choked out through her sobs. I leaned forward and grabbed her hair, bending her head back at an impossibly painful angle and lowered my lips to her ear. "You will call me sir while you're in my bedroom," he hissed, nipping at her lobe before dropping her head back down onto the bedspread.

"Now, I'll ask you again," I began in a tone that had a chilling effect to it, "do you want me to spank you?" She shook her head again. "N-no s-s-sir." She stuttered, turning pleading eyes on me. I smiled gently down at her, running my hand gently over her ass. "Too bad," I whispered, slapping the belt down across her perfectly unmarked flesh, immediately causing a long red welt to appear and uncaging a beautiful scream from her red lips. Perfect.
I continued with this for a few more swats, forcing myself to stop or risk cumming inside of my jeans. I could see the glistening wetness between her thighs and bit my lip, setting the belt down so that I could run my fingers through the sweet moisture. Her body quivered and involuntarily moved towards my fingers, the entrance almost visibly throbbing from my touch.

Climbing onto the bed, I settled myself on the backs of her legs so that she couldn't move about, and plunged two fingers into her entrance, watching her hips buck up and face shoving itself against the bed. I attacked her hole with my fingers, flicking and plunging my fingers at a brutal pace until I felt her wetness flow out over my hand, her orgasm soaking my bedspread and her thighs. She screamed into the bed, her body shuddering.

I backed up, flipping her body over so that I could see the submission in her eyes. She knew that she had no hope of getting away, and the Rohypnol was working it's full magic in her veins, mixed with the remnants of the alcohol and ecstasy. She was trapped, and she knew it. She chewed nervously on her bottom lip, like she did every night that she realized there was nothing she could do, and I unbuttoned my jeans to let my painful erection spring free.

Her eyes widened as she took in the length, and I wasted no time grabbing a handful of her blonde curls so that I could plunge myself between her crimson lips. I forcefully fucked her mouth, stopping when I would feel her gag reflex and backing off for a few seconds before returning to my previous pace. Her hands feebly grasped at me, tears pouring from the corners of her eyes as she choked and coughed around my dick.

"Fuuuuuck, yea baby. Open that fucking throat and take this cock. Mmmm," I moaned, forcing my dick down her throat for a few more thrusts before I pulled out and released her hair. She gasped for air, clutching at her jaw and throat to attempt to ease the pain from the vicious fucking.

Inching down the bed, I settled myself in between her legs and slammed myself into her before she had a chance to react, hitting the end of her and forcing myself in and out of her at a pace that seemed like it hurt her. A lot. She gasped, screamed, and begged for me to stop as I threw her ankles over my shoulder, enjoying the feeling of her inner most depths.

I reached down and wrapped my large hand around her slender throat, squeezing as I felt my pace falter. She gurgled under my hand, trying to draw a full breath, and I closed my eyes, feeling my release coming. I squeezed down a little harder, feeling her fading slowly as I came, throwing my head back and crying out before I threw my body down on her, releasing her throat to snatch her head to the side. I snarled in her ear, loving the sound of her choking, and pumped the last of my seed into her.

I rolled off of her and turned my head to the side, taking in her beautiful features and drinking in the fear and turmoil that oozed from her every pore. God, she was beautiful. I loved being with her like this. Her terror was like an exotic scent, a delicious pheromone that turned me on like no other. Her tears were precious, and her sobs were like music to help me reach my climax.

She was everything to me. And I was never going to let her go.

Notes

Once again, I'm sorry about any grammar errors!

I hope this was as good for you as it was for me to write. I was listening to "Scream" and "Nightmare", and ugh, well...you can be the judges!

Here you go, my sweets. ZACKY SMUT!

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