10- Corrupted

-Yeah, why don't we each have some fun? The night's in diapers.

Alan frowned in annoyance and his brown eyes seemed to turn black as they locked onto the faces of his two friends, who swallowed nervously, regretting the suggestion of the three of them having fun with Helena.

Alan didn't want to share the redhead who was now lying behind him in a cheap motel bed, because yes Alan might be filthy rich, but he wouldn't spend a penny too much on a night with a slut.

He wanted her all to himself, sometimes he shared with his idiot party buddies, but this time it was different, he was more than anxious to close the door and be alone with her.

-No," he said, slamming the door of the room.

All was silent, Alan was still with his body towards the door when he heard a low moan behind him, he felt the exciting and feminine sound run down his spine and turned towards the bed like a hungry animal.

Helena wriggled her legs silently moaning and with each movement her skirt, now with the edges stained from rubbing and some parts torn, was gradually lifted up, falling well above her smooth, hairless thighs, dangerously close to her underwear being uncovered and displayed to the depraved gaze of the youngest Aller.

Alan smiled sideways overexcitedly, his onyx-like eyes glittered in the dim light of the room, he walked slowly towards the damsel waiting for him in the nest and carelessly threw off his black overcoat that gave him a tinge of demon fallen to earth.

-Hello precious- he growled in a low tone painted with desire- You don't know how much I longed for this moment of privacy.

Helena moved her head to the side exposing her long bare neck, the young heir sat next to her on the mattress and the young woman, who was still with the effects of the drug Katlyn had given her mixed with the drink Aller had made her take, felt the sinking next to her, she turned her face again and watched with her light blue orbs narrowed to the anonymous silhouette that hovered almost above her.

Alan reached his hand trembling with excitement toward Helena's tousled skirt and bit his lower lip hard. It was like opening the most awaited gift of the party, he pulled the annoying skirt completely off and exposed the pink underwear. Helena moaned as she felt the sudden change of temperature in her bottom.

-Shhh, quiet pretty, I'll be careful- -he falsely promised and rested his cold hand on the girl's inner thigh, which shivered at the touch of rough, foreign skin. Alan squeezed the flesh tightly and then spread her legs with a single jerk, in an almost inhuman way.

Instinctively the semi-conscious girl tried to close her legs protecting her dignity, but Alan was quicker and held her legs firmly with both hands, which would leave bruises in the morning.

-Ah ah ah ah- he shook his head- you stay like this- he laughed amused- That's how you should be, always ready for me, open for daddy- he purred ecstatically.

Helena didn't protest openly, but in her face you could see the displeasure, she squeezed her eyes tightly and moved slowly from one side to the other her head, as if she was in a nightmare and wanted to get out of it without success.

At that moment Alan didn't know it, but he was going to discover a new way to enjoy, he had always been with women who knew what they wanted and took the reins in bed, but now it was different, because when he landed in the middle of the young woman's legs and had to hold them to let him be there, his excitement rose to the top, having control of the woman warmed him up. Knowing that now he would do whatever he wanted with her as if she were his personal toy made him get hard, carelessly leaning his hardness against the thin pink fabric that covered Helena and pushed as if he was already inside her.

He moaned in pleasure closing his eyes and pulling his head back without stopping thrusting, he lifted Helena's long slender legs squeezing her ankles tightly and placed them on his shoulders. He breathed in the scent of skin, it smelled like cheap moisturizer and that warmed him more, the redhead's vulnerable social class made her defenseless against the powerful man who knew no limits, because he always got what he wanted and wouldn't take no for an answer.

He kissed the soft whitish skin and bit down hard, hearing the girl moan in pain. He ran his curious hands up and down the length of the limbs and took the skirt that was bothering him and with one strong tug tore it several times, leaving shreds of what was the skirt of the dress.

Then he leaned forward, still having his legs over her shoulders and causing the girl to be in an awkward position, almost bent in half and kept pushing, rubbing his pants that pressed him by the greatness of his bulge against the slim and defenseless woman.

-No...- Helena could say in unconsciousness, her body knew that something was wrong, although she had no control of her organism her unconscious sent her a warning signal, Helena paid attention and stretched her thin and fragile arms forward trying to put a barrier between her and the stranger who kept pushing her shamelessly.

But from one moment to the next she felt immobilized, her wrists pulled tightly together and sent upward over her head. Her legs fell heavily to the sides and the heavy body leaned forward.

-Let me see what's under the dress, my red-haired princess," murmured the deep voice that was unfamiliar to her brain. The buttons on her neckline began to unfasten, one by one, then a cold, ungentlemanly hand reached under her back and in one nimble movement, worthy of someone who was already a pro at it, unbuttoned the woman's bodice.

The sleeves of her dress slid down her arms so that next her bodice also slipped away from her leaving her as God brought her into the world.

Alan lifted the red garment and brought it up to his face, sniffing the woman's scent.

-You smell so good," he murmured and then shamelessly put the garment in his pocket as a trophy of victory.

He looked at Helena's bare chest and licked his lips, she was almost flat, her breasts fit easily in his palms, she was perfect.

The redhead, from the darkness of her unconsciousness felt the coldness of her breasts being covered by a hot breath, then by a warm liquid and something slimy that caressed her pink buttons moving in circles, making her cheeks warm, even if she didn't want to, her legs began to squirm under the man and she moaned when she felt a bite.

-You like it eh...- he exclaimed amused with his face against Helena's chest.

Helena felt imprisoned deep in a dark pit in her mind, she tried to get out, but she couldn't, she felt imprisoned, she tried with all her might to ignore the cold that her bare skin felt, the rough and icy hands touching every corner of her skin and shamelessly invading her most intimate part, only to be replaced by something much bigger, something that tore her mercilessly, that gave her no time to prepare herself. The redhead's breath left her lungs at the first painful thrust.

She could not breathe, the body that was more than twice her own, worked, trained and very heavy, crushed her against the mattress and did not let air into her lungs, the bestiality with which she was being corrupted made her feel that it would split her in two parts, because it seemed that more and more was entering her like a cruel weapon that only wanted to make her suffer.

Although she couldn't scream, her sky-blue eyes had now become two seas in a stormy night in the middle of the ocean, tears began to fall down the sides of her face, asking for someone to see them and understand that she was not having a good time.

But for Alan that was like a gift, he licked the tears that were his, he had provoked them, he deserved them. The man closed his eyes in ecstatic pleasure, he was about to climax and he felt it was going to be glorious and explosive. He would never forget this.

It was all over, Helena felt it pulsing inside her, being mercilessly filled with hot liquid. A heaviness fell heavily on her small, slender, whitish body now scarred.

The last thing she heard before she fell into complete unconsciousness, something she would have wished to happen much sooner, was the man's tired, gravelly voice against her ear saying:

-You're nothing but a whore, don't you forget it.