Red Siren [MMMF][anal][nc] Warning:Violence, lots of it.

Warning: This **work of fiction** features dark themes, death, and violent non-consensual sex. Mods, please let me know if there’s another subreddit appropriate for this.

Length: 4,300 words

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The warehouse smelled like fish. I fucking *hated* fish. “Christ, Marko. Couldn’t you find a place that didn’t stink?” My voice echoed loudly, bouncing off of the bare walls and floor.

Marko didn’t even look at me, just kept on sucking on his cig. He looked out of place in the middle of the run down space, with his fancy three piece suit bulging to contain his fat rolls. He liked to think of himself as a modern Don Carleone, but I always thought he looked more like the Polish cousin of Al Capone.

“I don’t even know why you had to have me here. I’m your accountant, for fuck’s sake. I handle your money, but I’m absolutely not interested in seeing how you make it. And you know I have to take that call in an hour. I should be in the office. God fucking dammit, I think I just stepped on rat shit.”

“Stop whining,” Marko said easily, “In a few minutes you’ll be glad I asked you to come here, trust me.”

I grimaced and tried to scrape the droppings from the sole of my shoe. “I told you I don’t like fucking the girls you bring in.” The only piece of furniture that wasn’t scrap in this shithole was the California king sized bed in the middle of the room, its solid metal legs bolted into the gray concrete. Didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was for. “I don’t like brats. They aren’t my type. I like *women*.”

Marko smirked at me, the smug bastard. “Be sure to thank me extra then.”

As if on cue the huge metal doors screeched open and two of Marko’s guys walked in, roughly holding a female between them. Her head was covered with a black bag and her clothes were dirty.

I licked my lips.

Marko chuckled. “Don’t ever say I never did anything for you.”

I didn’t say anything back, just continued to watch as the guys brought her closer. She was definitely not some brat. She was only wearing skinny jeans and a “Cali” t-shirt but no one could miss the curves under there. 36D, if I had to guess. Maybe even 34DD. That thigh gap. Jesus.

“Who is she?” I asked as they dumped her on the bed. They pulled off the bag from her head. She had a ball gag stretching her lips wide and her big blue eyes were round with fear. She was pretty damn hot. Long hair. Blonde. Early twenties. My favorite. The ugly bruise on her cheek made her that much prettier to me.

She started to try and take the gag off until one of the guys—the black one—pulled out his gun and dug the barrel against her forehead. Her eyes darted to me and Marko before going back to the gun. For a few seconds the only sound in the warehouse was the quick whistling breaths she took through her mouth as she panted in fear.

“Her ID says Chloe Barnes,” Marko said, lazily blowing out a plume of smoke in her direction. “But I doubt that’s her actual name. It doesn’t matter anyway, because what she is, is a *rat*.”

“She with the feds?”

Marko flicked the butt of his cig away. “FBI, NSA, CIA, DEA, Homeland fucking Security. Who knows. She won’t say, and I didn’t want to damage her too much trying to get it out of her. At least, not before I could give you your birthday present.” He turned to me with a huge shit eating grin.

“Holy shit!” I said, laughing. “I can’t believe you fucking remembered, asshole.” I gave him a big hug, slapping his back hard.

“Watch the suit!” Marko grumbled, but hugged me back. “Happy birthday, you son of a bitch.”

“Happy birthday.” “Happy birthday, sir.” The two guys chimed in.

“Thank you, thank you,” I said, grinning.

Marko fished out another cig. “We’ll have dinner with the girls tonight at that new Italian place–“

“The one on Sunset?”

“Yeah, that one.” Marko nodded. “But I thought I’d give you your gift now.”

“Well, I definitely won’t say no to that.”

“I thought not,” Marko smirked. “Go ahead and have fun. Dan and Fred will help you if she gets feisty.”

“Oh I hope so.” I walked over to the bed, my dick already half hard. The guys stepped away, but with their guns still trained on “Chloe.” She scooted back until her back hit the metal headboard. Her eyes were huge in her face, the pupils very dilated. “Did you give her something?” I asked them.

They looked at each other. “No,” the black guy said, “but when we went to her apartment she had some of our new stuff on the table. We think she took some of that.”

“Hmm.” I looked at Marko. He shrugged. We both knew that was story was bullshit, probably. Oh well. He’ll deal with them later. I would have preferred her scared and in pain when I fucked her, but now I’ll have to settle for just scared. The drug will make her body physically receptive and turned on even if she didn’t want to be, which I guess had its own charm.

Might as well work with it.

I climbed on the bed and leaned over her, putting my hand on her flat stomach. The muscles jumped under the thin fabric of her t-shirt. “You’re pretty lucky you got that drug inside you right now, Chloe. It will make this a lot more fun for you.”

She slapped me.

Pain flared, bright and sharp, across my face. I laughed as Fred and Dan or Dan and Fred grabbed her arms before she could lash out again and pinned them to the bed. At least they were smart enough to have put their guns away. She started kicking and bucking; I punched her hard in the gut. She coughed against the ball gag, tears tracking down her face. She stopped struggling.

I took out the knife I carried with me all the time and flipped it open, pressing the flat side of the matte black blade against her tummy. Now the only movement of her body was her heaving chest. “Don’t make this harder on yourself, sweetheart. You don’t want me to accidentally cut off bits of you while we’re playing, right?”

Behind me Marko snorted.

I savored the throbbing pain on my face as I ran my free hand up her torso, following the dramatic indent of her waist—god damn she had the most perfect hourglass figure—to her tits. I cupped her right breast, feeling the nipple poke up against my palm through her bra and t-shirt. Her eyes were screwed shut now, and she’d turned her head away from me. Her face was red, flushed from fear, humiliation—and arousal, if the drug was working as it should. She panted into the gag, small whimpers coming out of her mouth.

Oh yeah, it was working all right.

I straddled her legs and pressed down, grinding my dick against the crotch of her jeans. She squirmed a little, like she didn’t want to but couldn’t help it, her hips twitching up. “Better hold still for a bit, gorgeous.” I hooked the knife under the hem of her t-shirt and ran it up through the cotton, cutting it easy as anything until it was split nicely down the middle and fell open to her sides. Her tits filled the cups of her lacy white bra *real* well.

“Now isn’t that a nice view boys,” I said to the two guys still holding her arms down. “Marko come over here and take a look. Chloe is showing off her tits.”

Marko came around the bed and looked. “Very nice,” he agreed. “You could have had a very successful career as a Victoria’s Secret model,” he told her. She glared at him, her eyes spitting fire, but I could tell she was turned on by having four grown men look down on her, all of us already thinking how nice it would be to fuck those tits.

With a flick of my wrist I cut through the front of her bra. The cups snapped back and– “God *damn*,” I said, “those are one of the nicest pairs I’ve ever seen.” Big, perfectly proportioned, and perky. Even her nipples were perfect, all tight and puckered up, the pink standing out against the pale white of her skin. My mouth watered.

“Wow,” Dan or Fred said reverently, “are they real?”

“I dunno,” I replied happily, tucking my knife back into my jacket. “Let’s find out.” I bent over and put my mouth on her right tit. She squealed. Fucking *squealed* through the gag between her lips while I pressed my hands into her breasts, the flesh soft and supple and giving, overfilling my palms. The nipple under my tongue was a firm little rubbery pebble, and tasted salty with sweat. I worried it with my teeth and she almost bucked me clear off her.

Fuck, she smelled amazing.

I pulled off with a pop. “Oh yeah, they’re real,” I said, grinning at her face.

She looked absolutely wrecked. Her cheeks were red as cherries, as red as her mouth stretched wide around the plastic ball gagging her. Her lashes were wet and clumped together, tears standing in her eyes. Her nostrils flaring as she sucked in gasping breaths. Her tits with their stiff nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling, the right one shiny with my spit.

I pinched her left nip once then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “You look like you’re having a lot of fun, sweetheart,” I said. She whimpered, staring at me with her dilated eyes. “No? Aw, now don’t be like that. Doesn’t she look like she’s having fun, guys?”

“Yeah.” “Sure looks like it.” Dan and Fred agreed, nodding.

Marko, who had decided to lean against the headboard to get a better view, chuckled. “I don’t think she’s going to fight anymore,” he said. “The drug’s probably peaking in her system now. She’s gagging for cock.”

“Is that right, gorgeous?” I asked, thumbing a nipple. “You gagging for it?” Her hips twitched under me. “You wanna get fucked?” She stared at me, a beautiful helpless look on her face. “How about this. I’ll make you a deal. You behave, and I’ll let you have all the cock you need. Dan and Fred here will even help, plug up every hole you got.” She moaned: a high, thready sound. “Yeah, you’ll like that, won’t you. You nod your head, and we’ll make you feel real good.”

She flung head to the side. No. I hummed. “Are you sure?” I reached down and pressed the heel of my hand hard into her crotch. She moaned again, grinding against my palm like she couldn’t help it. I laughed. “You’re so wet you soaked through your jeans,” I told her. “Come on. Give us a yes.”

Marko laughed. “You’re so messed up. You actually want her to *consent* to her own rape?”

I smirked at him. “Oh yeah.” I looked down at her, smug. “And she’s gonna do it too, aren’t you, sweetheart. You’re gonna let us fuck you in your pussy, in your mouth, in your ass, and you’re gonna love it, right?”

Her eyes met mine.

She nodded.

Euphoria shot straight through my spine; I got her. I felt like I was ten feet tall. *Goddamn* I couldn’t wait to fuck this bitch.

I raised my hand to my face. Smelled absolutely delicious. I got off the bed to finally take my pants off; it was a fucking relief to get my dick out of there.

“Let go of her,” I told the two guys still holding her arms down. They did and she didn’t try to fight or anything. Just reached up and gripped the headboard bars with her hands, arching her back so her tits looked even better than before. Maybe she thought if she was nice enough I’ll let her live. I laughed quietly to myself.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” Dan or Fred—whichever was the white one—said.

“Take those rags off her and play with those tits will you,” I said to them. “I’ll be a little busy down here.”

“You got it, boss.”

I unbuttoned her jeans and peeled the skintight denim off her legs, working through the difficulty of her legs twisting around as she squirmed and moaned. Dan and Fred had started to fondle and suck on her tits, their hands roaming up and down her torso.

“Cute panties,” I said once I got her jeans off, admiring the lacy red boyshorts. I opened up her legs. Hairless, nice.

The crotch of her panties was sopping wet. I licked my lips and bent my head.

I loved pussy. Not the kind that smelled like fucking fish, fuck no. I loved *good* pussy. Pussy that smelled like pure woman: musk and sweat and *cunt*. I loved clean, delicious pussy—and I loved dirtying them up. I had to hand it to Marko, god bless his pervert voyeur heart, somehow he hit the jackpot with this bitch. She had a fucking fantastic smelling pussy.

I buried my nose in the crease between her crotch and her leg, inhaling deeply. *Fuck* that smelled good. I mouthed the stretched red lace under me and dragged my fingers up her other leg, slipping inside her panties and feeling around the smooth, hot, wet space between her thighs. Damn, she was dripping. It was like she pissed herself.

“You’re in a bad way aren’t you,” I murmured into her skin. All I could hear in answer were the sucking noises from Dan and Fred helping themselves to her tits, and the sexy little moans coming out of her throat. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got you.”

I grabbed the hem of her panties and shoved them down and off her legs. Oh god *damn*. “Boys take a look. Our girl has a porn star pussy.” I grinned, spreading her legs wide for the other guys to see. They all made the appropriate noises as we collectively admired nature’s work of art.

“That is without a doubt one of the prettiest pussies I’ve ever seen,” Marko said in highly appreciative tones, with one hand down his pants.

I had to agree. It was a *very* pretty pussy: a thin, hairless slit when she had her legs together that once spread revealed the tightest little folds of shiny wet flesh, deeply pink. I thumbed the top of her pussy to tease out the cute clit peeking from its hiding place. She squirmed, whining. Her entire cunt trembled a bit, leaking more slick. It was almost unreal; pussies just didn’t look *this* good.

“Fuck I can smell her from here,” the white guy whispered, like he was in church. Well, I guess being in the presence of pussy like this can feel like a religious experience.

“Let’s see how she tastes,” I said, grinning, and went to town.

Delicious. Her cunt was fucking delicious.

I ran the flat of my tongue up the entire length of her pussy. Then I sucked on her clit in strong pulses and shoved two fingers inside her, crooking them to look for—

She screamed.

I immediately pulled off so that all of us could watch her cum for the first time. I kept her pussy lips spread wide and grinned as the guys pumped their own dicks to the rhythmic twitching of her cunt. I patted her trembling leg as she came down. “Good girl,” I crooned, “that’s a good girl.”

She stared at me with wide teary eyes, panting harshly around the gag in her mouth.

“Aw hell, that must be pretty uncomfortable by now,” I said. “Want me to take it off? Then you can suck off Fred here.” I tilted my head at the white guy.

“I’m Dan,” he corrected, voice cracking.

I climbed over her, pausing to kiss the side of her mouth where the thin leather band dug into her skin. I reached behind her head and released the clasp, gently removing the gag and tossing it to the side. “There, doesn’t that feel better?”

She coughed but didn’t say anything, just continued to stare silently. Smart girl.

I pulled her upright and scooted behind her until she was sitting on my lap, her legs bracketing mine and her ass crack cradling my dick nicely. Now she had a great view of three men with zippers open and pants down their hips, their dicks hard and red in their hands, jacking off to her open naked body. She whimpered. “Why don’t you show the guys something good, hm?” I suggested, nipping at her earlobe. Slowly she reached between her legs and started playing with her own pussy.

I laughed. *Goddamn*. “Slut. What a good little slut you are.”

“Sweet Christ,” Fred whispered, right hand working faster on his dick.

“I’m gonna do good on my promise now,” I told her, reaching down between us to tease the puckered entrance of her ass, loving how wet it was from her pussy. “See Fred with that huge black dick? He’s gonna fuck your pussy with it while Dan fucks your face. And me, you know what I’ll be doing, right?” I slipped my thumb into her ass: she was so hot inside. I glanced at her face and saw she had her eyes screwed shut and her bottom lip between her teeth.

She moaned, desperate.

“But first you’re gonna cum for us again,” I said. “And you’ll be cumming with my dick in your ass.”

The next couple of minutes was full of her sexy little whines as I worked my dick into her ass. “Bear down, sweetheart,” I grunted, one hand supporting her hip and the other on my dick as I pushed the head into her. “Let me in.” She threw her head back, barely missing hitting my nose, her flawless white throat arching beautifully.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she moaned. Finally I popped in and she slid all the way down. Clearly she’d done this before, gorgeous slut. She panted, nails scrabbling at my arms.

“*Fuck*,” Marko said, eyes glued to the woman spitted on my dick. I had to laugh at the stupid, gobsmacked expression on his face—at the lust glazed looks on all their faces.

Bitch was fit as fuck; she was basically fucking herself on my dick, not the easiest to do in this position. Her perfect tits jiggled as we rolled our hips into each other. The hot, tight clench of her ass felt fan-fucking-tastic, and I could feel the pressure to cum building. But I knew I won’t… can’t. At least not until blood starts gushing out of that beautiful throat.

Fuck. It was going to be *so good*. This was the best birthday ever.

I grinned, baring my teeth. “Time to cum, gorgeous,” I said. I pressed my fingers hard into her clit, rolling it in counterpoint to my dick pumping into her. “Come on, come on.” I panted.

She worked herself harder, practically bouncing on my lap, little sexy grunts coming out of her mouth. *Uhn, uhn, uhn*.

She was so close. I knew she was reaching for it, and it was going to be a big one. “Come on,” I whispered harshly into her ear, “show us how your pretty cunt cums, fucking beautiful—”

She stilled for a moment, that split second when a woman was right at the top, just about to tip over the edge. Then I felt her ass start to tremble and squeeze, then—

“*Fuck!*”

She fucking *gushed*, beautiful goddamn *slut*. I laughed. “We got ourselves a squirter, boys!” I yelled as she soaked the mattress under us.

Her legs spasmed, feet kicking out and hitting Dan as he stripped his dick hard. “Don’t you fucking cum,” I snapped at him. “Give her your dick to suck on.” I was almost there—had to end this soon.

She stilled on my dick as Dan awkwardly moved beside her. She turned her head, panting, and licked at him until she wrapped those pretty lips around his dick. He groaned. I turned to Fred. “Come on,” I ordered, spreading her pussy lips. “Right here.”

He just had the head through—Chloe whining at the back of her throat as all three holes got filled—when my phone rang. Fuck. The call.

I looked at Marko and saw he was totally gone, just staring slack jawed at the literal porn scene in front of him. Completely useless.

I reached into the jacket I was still wearing and pulled out my phone. “Hey,” I said, leaning away a bit so I could hear Ki-woong over the grunts and bed creaks.

*“What the hell is that? You watching porn?”*

“Hah, no. Sorry about the noise—I’m in the middle of fucking this bitch.” I started to move my hips again.

*“Marko there?”*

“Yeah, watching.”

He laughed. *“She any good?”*

Ki-woong was a real bro. “Oh yeah. Blonde. Gorgeous. Tight.” I said with a grin. “Tell me.”

I heard him take a drag from a cig. *“He’s in.”*

A little burst of adrenaline shot to my brain. I fucked into her extra hard. She grunted, the sound muffled by Dan’s dick. “Fucking *yes*. Ki-woong you beautiful bastard.”

*“He wants ten girls. Can you get him that?”*

“Easy. Marko’s got like twenty of them right here at the docks.” I laughed. “This is going to open so many doors for us, man. Thank you.”

*“Don’t thank me. Po-gyung liked the sample you sent. Good product will always result in good business.”*

I didn’t immediately realize what was happening. It wasn’t until the first scream hit my ears that my brain caught up with what I was seeing.

And by that time Dan was already on his back on the bed beside me, frantically trying to shove his guts back into his open stomach.

“Holy shi—” Fred tried to pull away but she gripped his arm with one hand while her other slashed straight across his throat with my own knife. His eyes met mine as she finished the stroke: he was dead before he fell over.

Marko turned and started to run, awkward with his pants down his legs. She threw the knife and it sank right in the middle of his fat throat. He hit the concrete with a thud.

She never stopped bouncing on my dick.

She took the phone from my slack fingers and turned it off on Ki-woong’s squawking questions. She pulled off and swung her leg over to face me, flipping her hair over one shoulder. She was smiling as she pushed me flat down on the bed. Maybe it was the shock, but the strength in her arms felt inhuman.

Half her face and body was painted red from Dan’s blood.

“What—what—” I stuttered, stupid. All I could smell was the metallic tang of blood.

“Hush, sweetie,” she said softly, taking hold of my still hard dick with her bloody hand and guiding it into her pussy. That voice. She had the most amazing voice. How the hell did I miss that. She moaned, looking at me with half lidded eyes. “You did so well.” She started to roll her hips, her body moving in a sinuous wave over me. “Gave me everything I wanted.”

The hot, wet clench of her cunt felt even tighter than her ass, impossibly. Combined with the sight of the blood from Dan’s corpse soaking the mattress under me, I felt my body start to climb higher and higher. I was going crazy with lust.

It was my birthday.

Marko was dead.

I was already crazy.

I hiccuped out a laugh.

I planted my feet on the bed beside Fred—dead Fred, hahaha—and pumped up into her. She giggled and fucked me harder, rippling around me. She winked at me and I finally noticed she had my phone by her ear.

“It’s me,” she said. “Oh I’m fine. Jim, you worry too much. I got those names for you. You ready?” She paused. “Ki-woong. Po-gyung. Just a sec. How do you spell those?” she asked me.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

I spelled them out to her. Even told her their full names. What the fuck did it matter now anyway.

I knew I was dead.

How could I ever have thought her a victim? I should have known. Should have *fucking* known what she was as soon as her eyes met mine.

She was a hunter. A predator in siren skin.

She thanked me and repeated what I told her to the guy on the phone. “And they have some kids hidden around here,” she said. “Start looking for them.” She hung up.

She bent over me, wrapping one strong, feminine hand around my throat. She started to squeeze. I liked breath play. Somehow I wasn’t surprised she knew that. “I owe you an orgasm,” she told me, fond. “I thought this job was going to be *so* boring. You surprised me.” She squeezed tighter—her cunt and hand both. God. Yes. “Let me get you there.” She dug her other hand hard into the pressure point by my armpit, the pain bringing tears into my eyes and making my balls rise up. I was close.

My mouth was open, gasping for the air that she wasn’t letting through. Black and white spots started to float in my vision.

Hot. Tight. Wet.

Almost—I was almost—

I started grunting, my whole body spasming as my balls emptied themselves into her pussy in the best fucking orgasm of my life. She laughed and milked me dry, fucking me through it all. She bent and put her mouth to mine. I tasted blood.

“Happy birthday,” she said right against my numb lips.

Everything went dark.

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