Jessica cringed as she felt herself waking up, throat aching vaguely and her brain whispering that something was wrong. She wasn't sure what though, since she was still coming to. Groaning, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself in darkness. Confused, she turned her head and when nothing changed, slowly raised a hand.

There was a wall immediately to her left. Another to her right. She was in a dark, small space…maybe a closet? But why? She remembered…she remembered running with the others. Jason. Someone or something had grabbed her and she passed out. And then she remembered under the stage with Dave.

Shaking, she tried to feel around. It seemed like an empty space, dusty and dirty. Despite that, she began crawling along slowly. She found the door quickly, light coming from the bottom crack. Slightly dazed, she felt against the door despite knowing the knob would be higher up, and froze when she heard noise on the other side of the door.

It opened and blinded her. She cringed, shielding her eyes, feeling vaguely nauseous. She heard someone chuckling above her as her eyes adjusted to the onslaught and stared up, horrified, at Dave. The guard smirked down at her.

"You look good on your hands and knees." He said lecherously.

She stared at him in shock. Once the situation hit her, Jessica was quick to leap back away from him, falling on her rear, as she glared up at the older man. "What's going on? Where am I?"

He had changed since the control room. His uniform was partially there, he was still wearing his dirty, stained black jeans but had shed his collared shirt. Instead he wore a once white sleeveless shirt that exposed his arms and the awful scars littering his skin. He had his hands on his hips as he leered down at her, smirk widening at her questions.

"The band started spazzing out, remember? Didn't see anything with the lights going haywire, and I found you just collapsed near the kitchen. Decided this was a good place to hide you so nothing could happen to you."

"Collapsed…?" She echoed, frowning as she thought back to what she could remember.

Before she could, only remembering whatever grabbing her had been cold and hard like plastic, she realized she wasn't in her clothes. She gasped and grabbed the shirt, eyes wide. It was a dark purple, ratty, collared shirt…

"Why am I wearing your shirt?!" She hissed at him.

He raised an eyebrow, looking annoyed. "Because I was kind enough to put it on you. Your dress was ruined."

"And you just decided that meant you were allowed to strip me down in my sleep?" Jessica snapped at him.

"I didn't hear any protest."

She gritted her teeth in response. How dare he…! As if it wasn't enough that he had assaulted her a few hours ago, hadn't threatened her into giving him a blowjob, now he thought it was okay to invade her privacy while she was passed out? But she tried to take in a deep breath and calm down. Dave had proven to be less than sane and she wanted to survive this night.

"C-can we just get out of here please?" She said instead.

She pulled on his shirt and tried to cover more of herself. The shirt clearly was a men's since it felt awkward on her chest, and barely covered her hips. But she really didn't want Dave able to see her legs and panties. Of course it didn't help much, if at all, and she shuddered as she caught his eyes gazing down her thighs.

"Well, it's still dangerous out there." He said slowly, forcing his eyes back to her face. "I brought us to the office for protection, until they hopefully calm down and go to sleep."

"So…so we're stuck in here?"

She glanced around finally at the small area. It was a cramped security office. The desk was huge, full of drawers and spiderwebs. There was a huge cabinet behind it, a typical office chair, and a door with stained glass. Deciding she didn't want to be sprawled out in front of Dave, she pulled herself up, trying to keep the shirt down.

"Where are my shoes?" She asked instead.

"Put them near the door. Relax." Dave shrugged it off easily, taking a seat in the chair. His eyes were instantly back on her exposed thighs. "You don't seem all that grateful with me saving you out there you know."

Jessica bristled, clamping down on the response bubbling in her throat. "Sorry, I'm still…dazed from waking up in a dark, tiny room."

He made a motion with his hand, shrugging, as he sprawled in the chair to get comfortable. "Okay, but still. After we had such a nice time together…"

Again, she had to stop herself. Him nearly suffocating her with his dick was not on her list of 'nice time'. "What are we doing while we wait in here?"

She turned towards the cabinet. It was taller than her, and definitely a heavy duty kind of metal that had rusted. She opened the top drawer, finding nothing but papers, yellowed in age, scattered and layered around. She closed it, uninterested, and went to the next drawer-

She yelped as Dave's large hands went to her hips. His thumbs went under the waistband of her panties, fingers pressing into her skin as he pulled her back until the back of her legs hit the chair. She froze, stiffening, as the guard leaned forward and pressed his face into her back.

"Still smell that nice perfume…really like how you look in my shirt."

Jessica cringed, struggling not to yank herself out of his grip. "T-that's not answering my question."

"Such nice, smooth thighs…Didn't get to appreciate them when they were wrapped around my head."

She bit her tongue at the crudeness, hands clenching as she struggled not to turn around and slap him again. It was even worse when his hands moved to her front and his long fingers slid into the front of her panties, rubbing at her navel.

"Stop!" Jessica hissed at him, trying to pull his hand away.

He chuckled and pulled her down into his lap. She whined in disgust when she felt his hard on through his pants, rubbing against her crotch. She tried to leap away from him, but Dave was quick to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against his chest as he nuzzled her neck.

"You, uh, mentioned…being a virgin?" He asked into her skin.

"And I plan on it staying that way." She spat at him.

He hummed as a response, not really paying attention, as he began running his hand up and down her thigh. She shuddered, flinching away, and hated that part of her enjoyed the touch. His calloused skin left her own feeling hot in the aftermath and she felt the familiar heat between her legs again.

"You're getting wet again, huh?" He asked huskily, thumb brushing against her panties and rubbing at the growing wet spot. "You really like what I do to you…"

"I do not! I'd rather die!" She hissed and struggled against him.

She froze instantly when he moaned in response, horrified when she realized she could feel him poking her. Despite the layers, there was such a heat coming off of him, and as she settled again, felt the tip of his dick rubbing against her core.

She bit her lip when he rolled his hips up into her, grinding himself against her. She felt her toes curl in response, a sharp pleasure going through her spine. Not again, her mind whispered, she didn't want to go through this again. But he did it again, more aggressively this time, and she couldn't stop the cry that escaped her.

"Girls always try to act so high and mighty…" Dave muttered breathlessly as he kept rubbing against her.

The brunette tried to glare at him in response. Sexist asshole…But it was forgotten when Dave began moving, reaching under her to unzip his pants. Jessica trembled in fear and arousal when his cock was suddenly between her legs, rubbing against her, and she began desperately hoping that just grinding on each other was enough for him.

"I want to fuck every piece of you." Dave whispered into her ear, making her shudder. "So, what will it take for you to get on your knees for me, hm?"

"P-please no…" She sobbed, throat still sore from the previous time.

"No? But you did so good last time."

His hands grabbed her thighs and he kept moving against her. Jessica stared in transfixed horror as his cock slid between her legs, precum slicking her skin, staining her panties. It felt good which was the worst part. The head kept catching her, causing him to rub against her clit, and she tensed up each time.

"It'll be easier this time, too…" He kept whispering into her ear, slight stubble scratching her. "You can wrap those perfect tits around me, flutter those pretty eyes up at me, I won't…l-last long."

His hips moved faster, causing him to start panting. Her thighs were getting slicker as well from the precum. She felt a wave of disgust at that and herself for her body reacting, warming further at the feeling and implication. She couldn't stop a moan as his cock kept rubbing against her. Her lower stomach was coiling, the foreign feeling of nearing orgasm getting more intense.

He stopped suddenly, hands pressing her thighs together tightly around his dick. Jessica groaned in discomfort when the pleasure stopped suddenly. He was still panting in her ear. She shifted in his lap, desperate to get away from him, but he tightened his hold on her waist.

"Still pretending, huh?" Dave asked in a disappointed manner.

They were moving before she could react. Jessica yelped as she was shoved against the desk, sprawled out on her front as the guard loomed over her. He forced her hands up above her head and she felt something cold around her wrists. Staring in shock, she found metal handcuffs looped around some weird metal bar attached to the desk. She quickly struggled against it. It rattled but did not budge.

It was even worse when he pressed into her back. His still hard dick was prodding against her panties, large hands moving down her sides and feeling her curves. He licked his lips in her ear. She sobbed. He was really going to do this, in this tiny room.

"Please don't do this, please…" She begged him.

He flipped her on to her back without a response. Her arms crossed awkwardly, pulling on the handcuffs. It made them dig into her skin. She was forced to stare up at Dave as he grinned down at her lustfully, eyes raking over her cleavage in his shirt and the fluid on her thighs. He leaned forward and inhaled near her naval.

"I gave you a chance." He said softly as he pulled her panties down.

"I'll do it! Please, I'll do it right now!" She sobbed as he spread her lower lips.

He ignored her. She felt his breath on her skin, making her shudder, and he dipped forward and licked her. She couldn't help the squeal that left her throat. Her thighs began trembling as his tongue ran over her, slurping up any of her juices he could find.

"You taste even better the second time." He taunted her.

"Please, I'm sorry, whatever I did…"

Dave paused at that, dead eyes looking up at her face in surprise. "Hey, don't be like that. You're going to love this, okay? I'll try to go slow at first."

She bit her lip hard as he lined himself up. If their previous encounter was anything to go by, Dave had no sense of self control. This was going to be painful. Her first time, with some creepy guard in an abandoned restaurant she was stuck in.

Slowly, he rubbed his dick against her, coating himself in her fluids. She felt like gagging. Teary eyes stared down in horror as Dave grabbed her hips and began pushing himself into her. She cried out in pain; her body struggled to stretch around the sudden intrusion and there was a painful pressure as the head was forced into her.

"Pull it out!" the brunette begged him hysterically, trying to pull away. "It hurts, pull out!"

"Stop being dramatic! I've barely got it in." He snarled down at her in annoyance, grip tightening until there were bruises on her hips.

He thrusted his hips impatiently, shoving more of his cock into her body. He moaned as she screamed, tears falling from the corner of her eyes and into her hair. He thankfully paused then, the guard struggling to breathe as he panted and looked awestruck down at her stomach.

"I've never…you're so tight…" He said breathlessly.

"Please, please, don't…no more. Dave, please, it hurts." She began rambling, begging him still, hating how much pleasure and enjoyment he was getting from her. "Please I'll do whatever you want!"

He didn't seem to hear her, a huge grin spreading across his face as he continued staring down at her. "I've never been anyone's first before."

He said it like he was claiming a trophy. He ran his tongue over his teeth and started pushing more into her. Jessica sobbed, hands clenching around the handcuffs. He paused when his cock finally came to her hymen, breathing hard at the strain, before his grin went sharp and he shoved through it.

She screamed again. Any arousal from the previous actions was gone, leaving only pain. When Dave was finally fully into her, Jessica felt like she might pass out. His cock was scrapping against her insides, her womb, and she hated that her body was adjusting to it.

"See? You survived." He sneered at her, finally moving his hands from the perfect handprint bruises on her hips. "Honestly, I thought you were lying to me. A pretty girl like you? A virgin? Especially when most of your friends are guys."

Jessica wanted so badly to snap at him how vile he sounded. But she was too busy breathing, trying to focus on something other than the agony in her loins. She barely reacted when he pulled on the shirt she was wearing, popping open the buttons and exposing her bra to his large hands.

He was obsessive in his pawing. He pressed kisses against her sternum as he pulled her bra under her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. She didn't even notice. Her gaze was staring up at the lone lightbulb in the ceiling. Maybe if she laid there, it would be over faster?

"Are you still crying?" Dave asked suddenly, grabbing her hair to force her to face him. "I've been nice. Made sure you were wet, been here waiting for you to get over it. But nothing's good enough for you, is it?"

He slammed a hand down next to her head, making her jump as she stared at him in fear. She whimpered, struggling to stop the tears in case it further enraged him. But he just laughed, mood changing instantly. It left her reeling, confused, not sure how to react to the insane man. Especially when he just latched on to her tit and began sucking on it.

"Wrap your legs around me." He ordered into her skin.

Jessica hesitated before doing as told. It made her insides ache in response, wincing at the pain. But Dave was satisfied and his hands still gripping her breasts, he began sliding himself out of her body. It felt odd. She whined until only the head remained, legs shaking around the man's waist as she tried to mentally prepare herself.

He snapped his hips into her with a loud groan as she gasped. It burned and hurt yet feeling him rubbing at parts of her made the spark of pleasure ignite again. Slowly, Dave repeated the action. Pulling out and slamming back in. She jerked at the action, wincing when her head hit the metal bar her hands were attached to.

He began rolling his hips slowly at first. Jessica whined each time his cock rubbed at her womb, toes curling. It felt good and she hated it. Once he was sure she could handle it, he began speeding up. Deep, hard thrusts that shoved her into the desk as he panted on to her. Each one was easier as Jessica felt herself loosening up, the heat becoming unbearable in her tummy, legs tightening around his waist.

"God, it feels so good…" Dave hissed.

She keened in response. She dug her heels into his back, head thrown back. He latched on to her neck, teeth biting at her skin. He dragged them up to her jaw and nibbled on her lower lip. Waiting until she groaned to kiss her sloppily. His long tongue entered her mouth instantly, wrapping itself around her own as she struggled to breathe through her nose.

"I want to fuck you forever." He panted into her mouth, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic. "You're so warm and tight. Your body keeps squeezing me and pulling me in deeper."

"D-Dave…" She managed, not sure what she'd even say.

He smirked at her. "At least it knows what it wants."

The words stung but she didn't respond. He didn't even give her a chance to. Somehow his movements came faster, rougher, shoving his cock into her body with more force. Each time she felt her head hit the bar. She whimpered. It was starting to become uncomfortable again, painful, as Dave lost himself to his own pleasure. And yet the coiling in her loins never faded either, leaving a confusing mess of emotions and feelings.

"S-so close…" Dave panted.

"Please!" She cried out.

She meant to ask him to uncuff her. His rough movements were causing them to dig into her wrists, she could feel her skin breaking and the sting of sweat and blood. But he kept railing into her so quickly that her throat choked out a moan instead, eyes rolling back into her head.

She could feel his cock twitching inside of her. She began tensing up in response, the coil tightening and getting ready to snap. His thrusts were somehow more erratic, no longer following a rhythm as he wildly fucked her. She felt her voice raising in pitch and volume, unable to help herself. With a loud shout, she tensed up and came hard around Dave's cock.

He gasped in response, eyes wide. His nails dug into her skin. He was breathing hard through his teeth before he froze, groaning as he shoved himself deep into her and came. Jessica became increasingly aware of the hot cum inside of her, staring down at here they were still connected in shock as Dave collapsed on top of her.

"Why…w-why didn't you pull out?!" She snapped at him.

Dave kept panting before finally managing to meet her eyes and shrugged. "Forgot."

"You idiot! What if you get me pregnant or something?"

He rolled his eyes. "We just fucked and you're already whining about something else."

Slowly, he began pulling himself out. Jessica hissed at the ache that followed, along with the torrent of cum oozing out of her, mixed slightly pink with blood. She quickly pressed her legs together, wincing in pain. It hurt so bad now, a constant ache between her legs. She wasn't sure if it was because of her inexperience or because of how rough Dave had been with her.

She yelped when he suddenly grabbed her hair, yanking her head to the side and standing over her. Her eyes widened as his cock was pressed into her face, covered in jizz and her own blood. She stared before slowly looking up at him pleadingly.

"You made the mess." Dave said, forcing her head forward until her lips touched it. "Clean it up."

"Haven't you done enough-?" She started angrily before he shoved his dick into her mouth.

She gagged and her eyes watered as it hit the back of her throat. The taste was a disgusting mixture of the musky salt, sweat, and metallic blood. Thankfully it was over quickly as Dave pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants as he sat back into the chair. She collapsed against the desk and curled up as much as she could.

"…uncuff me please." She said softly, afraid of the answer.

He snorted in response. Jessica closed her eyes. She had a feeling that was how this was going to go. Leaving her displayed obscenely like this, for anyone to see. She felt the familiar pinpricks of tears in her eyes but tried to swallow it back.

"C-can you at least…cover me?" She asked.

Dave rolled the chair closed, forcing her legs open around him. To her shock, he leaned forward and lapped at her. She yelped, jerking as her sensitive nerves reacted. He chuckled and licked up the mess between her legs eagerly, pausing to give her clit a little kiss before he slid her panties back up her legs and on to her body and helped her breasts back into her bra.

"…thank you." She grumbled.

He pressed another kiss on her navel. "I'll be back soon. Gonna see if the coast is clear out there or not."

He left her there. Jessica watched him go, waiting until the door was closed before she turned aside and hid her face in her arm to sob. She felt so dirty and defiled. Used. What was going to happen to her? She still couldn't tell on Dave, not with the picture he had of her on his phone. And then there were her friends. Would they come back for her?

What would they say if they found her like this? She wasn't sure if she'd want to be rescued if it meant them seeing.

Forced to lay there, Jessica managed to lay on her side and eventually passed out from exhaustion.