Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

Jesse Wyatt gripped Ashley by her right hand and Ashley fought hard not to whine. He led her away from the dancing hall, into a door at the far end of the room. The door led them into dark corridor, the air reeked of marijuana and tobacco, alcohol and wine. He continued to walk until he got to the ending of the corridor. He kicked the door open with his right leg, almost ripping the door off the hinges.

A couple was already in the room. Both the man and woman were butt naked, deeply into each other. Ashley's eyes widened at the sight. They jerked up immediately they saw Jesse, both of them scrambled to their feet, grabbed their clothes from around the room and rushed out of the dimly lit room, butt naked. The purple neon lights blurred the true nature of the room, but Ashley could see the rumpled sheets of the bed the previous coupled had exited.

Before she could speak, Jesse Wyatt flung her to the bed with one swift move. Ashley felt her back crash against the soft mattress. She swallowed hard, cold sweat broke out from the skin of her forehead. The man had not even given her a chance to entice him. He had just thrown her to the bed almost immediately they stepped into the room.

She tried to sit up. If she could use her sweet words to get him to relax, she was certain she could gain control of the situation. But, she was not lucky to be blessed with that option either. Jesse Wyatt stomped over to the bed and pulled her legs towards him. He climbed into the bed, trapping her between both his knees.

Ashley continued to stare at him. Her heart pounded against her chest. Her mic was fixed in her right ear, like a tiny airpod no one else could notice, except they looked closely enough. Her syringe was in the pocket of her shorts. If she did not take charge of the situation, there was no telling what would happen to her.

She saw his eyes brighten with greed and hunger. The old fool had the guts to lick his lower lip sensually, the gesture only made Ashley to grow nauseous. His firm hands charged towards her. One gripped her throat, while the other reached out to her right breast and squeezed it, hard.

Ashley wanted to scream in pain and disgust, but she threw her head back and forced a sensual moan. The man groaned, she felt him harden against her thighs. She fought hard to swallow the bile that had risen from her stomach to her throat, she rolled her eyes to the back of her head, just to make him feel like he had an effect on her.

It worked.

"Fuck! You're tempting me, are you not?"

She dug her teeth into her lower lip, and showed him just how to sensually lick his lips.

"I told you daddy, if you take things slowly, I would please you in ways you have never imagined." She spoke with a soft voice.

"Fuck that!" He growled.

He pushed her top to her neck, exposing her naked breasts to him. He groped both of them and squeezed them with force. Ashley feigned a louder moan, she threw her head back and arched her back, as though beckoning on him for more. If she could not take control of him, she would use his own control against him. One thing was certain; she had to think fast because she could not have sex with him.

"Fuck daddy! Yes, just like that. Hold me in the places you want to." As she moaned, she looked him dead in the eyes. The bulging in his pants increased.

He leaned into her left ear and began to plant kisses all over her neck. His wet tongue licked her sweaty skin, her stomach revolted, but Ashley fought hard to heighten the sound of her fake moans.

"Oh goddess! I feel like I'm in heaven!" She screamed. His right hand's grip on her breast tightened and she nodded in fake ecstasy.

Ashley slowly reached for the syringe in her pocket. It was safe now that he had his guard down. His tongue and teeth continued to ravage her neck, while she brought the syringe up to his neck. In one swift move, she stabbed the skin of his neck with the needle.

The man froze for a second, but she was barely able to empty the content of the syringe into his blood stream, before he screamed in pain and jumped off her.

Ashley saw the man's eyes turn bloodshot red, but it was not because he was unbelievably horny this time. Fear was the first thing that gripped Ashley's chest. The look in the man's eyes demoralized her. She was not able to raise a fist, or do summersaults to her feet. As she watched him grunt, while his chest rose and fell heavily, all she could do was crawl backwards and pray for a miracle.

Her back soon came in contact with the brick wall, and there was nowhere to turn to anymore.

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"Fucking bitch!" Jesse snarled. He stomped toward Ashley and caught her ankles in his hands, when she tried to wriggle free, he dug his fingers deep into her skin, tearing past her flesh. "Fuck!" Ashley screamed at the top of her voice.

Lake:

I was restless. I knew my mind would know no peace until I had the ones who we had come here for, safely locked up, chained and miserable. "Fuck!"

I was pacing about the corridor when I heard the familiar voice scream. I walked briskly towards the door which the noise came from.

"Ben and Kenji, I'm requesting for backup in the hallway. I repeat, I request for backup in the hallway."

I did not get a response, but I did not have the patience to wait for one. I burst the door open and rushed into the room.

My eyes found Ashley on the bed, blood oozing from the skin of her ankles. She was panting heavily, while shaking violently. Panic stricken and confused, I recognized those two emotions very easily. I rushed to her side and held her.

"Are you alright, Ash? Did he hit you anywhere else?"

Before she could speak, I heard the man behind me snarl. I turned sharply, only to find Jesse Wyatt staggering towards us. From the corner of my left eye, I could see the half empty syringe on the floor.

Fuck.

I sprang up to my feet and rushed to the man before he could get to me. He was weak, his stance was sloppy and slow. It was easy for me to grip his collar and throw punches into his face. I made sure my fist crashed on his nose and mouth,

before he threw him to the ground, watching as his back crashed against the hard brick wall and he slipped to the ground. I wanted to kill him, the goddess knew that I wanted to continuously punch him until he tasted the blood of everyone he had ever murdered. The blood of the girls he had r*aped, the blood of the people he had driven bankrupt. I wanted to make him as miserable as he had made my people.

But there was no time for that. I looked away from him and turned my gaze to Ashley. She was still on the bed. I picked her up and spooned her in my arms.

"You're going to be fine. You're brave and strong." I tried to reassure her, to calm her panic.

I was already in front of the door, she is already safe, or so I thought.

The sound of the loud gunshot was the first thing to keep me glued to the ground, before the stinging pain on my right shoulder followed.