Shattered

Renee aka Meerkat60
Shattered 1/1
NC17
***I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I profit in any way from their use.
Warning: Nasty little story containing sex, humiliation, violence and drug use. Do not read if you find such things upsetting. You have been warned.
Summary: see warning

I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease


Her mouth was hot and wet on his dick, and he shoved it deeper into her throat, making her gag as he yanked her head back by the hair. “That’s my good little slut,” he purred, loving the way she was so fucking eager to take whatever he dished out. Kneeling down on the filthy floor in the men’s room of the hottest new club in town, her eyes pleading for more as he rammed all ten inches into the tightest space imaginable. And, even choking and gasping for breath, she was still beautiful as hell.

The door opened and two twenty-something pretty boys walked in, shocked by what was happening. He glared at them, daring them to speak, but they wisely took care of business without a word, although they did risk the occasional quick glance. She paid them no mind, totally focused on the task at hand. Her face was buried in his pubic hair; that was a picture he never tired of seeing. Jerking his dick out of her mouth, he sprayed his come all over her, smirking with satisfaction at the globs of white cream that dripped down her face and hair.


And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose


Tonight was a good night. There were at least a dozen people at the club who knew her. Parading her around as his little bitch was almost as much fun as fucking her like the whore she was. He touched her constantly, feeling her up in front of everyone, rubbing her pussy through the tight leather pants he made her wear, and she just smiled and took it. Sometimes he really pushed the envelope, sucking her tits through her barely there shirt, or dry humping her on the dance floor until people pointed and snickered. Damn hypocrites, all of them, especially her former fiancé.

But they served their purpose, not the least of which was making it easier to convince her that numbing the pain with his merchandise was a good thing. He enjoyed the process of pushing the coke around on the table with his Platinum Visa card, forming the lines for her to snort. She always tried to look disinterested, but the longing on her face was more than obvious as the anticipation built, her body shaking out of control by the time he finally moved out of the way and let her at it.


And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

In the beginning, she was simply a means to an end. He played on her guilt and proceeded to systematically destroy her mind. To his enduring surprise, he soon became insulted on her behalf as her loved ones watched her fall from grace with accusatory eyes, keeping a constant vigil for the scandal they were convinced was just around the corner. When the inevitable happened, they attacked her without mercy, reminding her of every mistake she had ever made in her woefully pathetic journey to measure up to their ideal.

But, that was child’s play compared to the pain she suffered from that special someone’s complete indifference to her plight; he was too busy protecting another woman, and that was going to cost him. Sometimes the path of revenge didn’t run in a straight line, it meandered, curving around here and there, invisible to everyone but the architect. Building it slowly, layer upon layer, waiting, biding his time, trusting that the effort would be well rewarded by the wide swath of destruction that followed. Could there by anything sweeter? Well, maybe watching her.


I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
I like the wine stains on your dress

He was fascinated by her body, ridiculously so considering he had slept with some of the most beautiful women in the world. But she was a simple girl, with a charm all her own. The way she clung to him in public was a rush, her needy displays touching him in a way he never would have imagined. Everywhere they went, men checked her out, yet she couldn’t be bothered to notice. At first, he attributed it to his money, then later, his power, neither of which turned out to be true. She clearly didn’t give a damn about all of his trappings. Nevertheless, there was something indefinable between them, something he didn’t plan on sacrificing even after his plan came to fruition.

Apparently, tonight was the night because there she was, the woman he used to love, and he smiled when he saw her companion: the saint, how very convenient. It had taken him a while to figure out that her weakness wasn’t her husband. Sure, she ran back to him, time and time again, but there was a part of her he would never have. It already belonged to someone else. And, by hurting that certain someone, the woman who once held his heart was going to experience a kind of pain she had never known, and he couldn’t fucking wait. Now, he didn’t have to; it was show time.

And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck

Pulling on his pet’s collar, a wonderful purchase by the way, well worth every penny it cost him, he dragged her into a private room and pressed her face against the wall. Her leather pants fought him, but he finally had them down around her ankles. She knew the routine, and, in the few seconds it took him to unzip his pants and release his cock, her legs were already spread and she was leaning forward in position. “You definitely know your place, don’t you, baby?”

He thrust once in her pussy for a little lubrication before searching out the smaller opening, pushing his way inside without a moment’s pause for her comfort, or lack thereof. It never ceased to amaze him how tight her ass was, her tender flesh struggling mightily to accept his thick shaft. The pain had to be excruciating and she bled every single time, but she never cried. Pulling back out, he spun her around and lifted her left leg, ramming himself back into her as his hand tightened around her neck. This was his favorite way to fuck her, deep in her ass as it convulsed around him and her lips turned blue from lack of oxygen.


And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

Her pants were back on and he was leading her across the dance floor, heading straight to the bar. “It’s time, my pretty girl. All the hard work is about to pay off.” Right after pulling his dick out of her ass, he had held the tiny, little spoon up to her nose, making sure to leave visible traces that would make an even more indelible impression. Just thinking about the reaction they were going to get was making him hard again, and he knew he’d be fucking her later, celebrating his victory.

Jason looked past Carly, stunned to see Emily walking toward him with Lorenzo. “What in the hell are you doing with her?” he snarled, that famous self-control perilously close to vanishing altogether.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, Jason,” Lorenzo mocked. Moving closer, he winked and inquired in a conspiratorial whisper, “Would it surprise you to know that right now my come mixed with her blood is trickling slowly out of her ass?”

The pain on Jason’s face was indescribable, and it was the most exquisite thing Lorenzo had ever witnessed. Emily made it even better, her hands fluttering along the buttons on his shirt as she ignored her brother completely. “When can we go home, Lorenzo? I need you.”

Tears were falling from Jason’s eyes as he brushed the powder from her nose. “Why, Emily?”

She frowned at his question, reluctant to take the few seconds necessary to reply. “He was around … and you weren’t.” Her eyes were suddenly sharp and focused as they stared coldly at Carly, leaving no doubt that she was the one Emily held responsible for consuming all of Jason’s time and energy.

Lorenzo smiled at the scene unfolding before him: Jason was disintegrating, shattered by the knowledge that he had failed the one person he had always sworn to protect. And, deprived of her lap dog’s constant worship and devotion, Carly was already becoming inconsequential, the brightness of her star fading quickly.

“Let’s go, baby,” he murmured softly to Emily, thankful to be free at last from the clutches of the blond bimbo. “We don’t need to be here anymore.” The thought occurred to him that he had traded one addiction for another. Noticing the traces of dried come in her hair, Lorenzo smiled: he could live with that.


I love your pants around your feet
And I love the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease

Song credit: Figured You Out by Nickelback