Blade

Pinkamena stood awestruck by the words that had come out of her boss’ mouth. Even the voice stopped for a second or two.

“W-“ Pinkamena stuttered. “W-what?”

Kanker’s smile spread wider.

“I’m pretty sure you heard me, baby.” He grinned. “Give me a blowjob.”

Pinkamena’s mouth slowly drooped open. Horrified, all she did was watch him sit at his desk, smile unwavering. Kanker waited patiently for his employee to give her answer. He was no longer flaccid, for he knew what the answer would be.

Quickly, the voice began again. It resumed the cawing of the ravens and the echoes of hell. Taking Pinkamena by surprise, she gasped, startled.

“What’s it going to be, Pinkie?” It teased her. “Give the big boss man a good ol’ sucky sucky or else I’ll cut you from the inside.” It chortled.

“No!” Pinkamena screamed in fear.

Kanker’s smile flipped.

“No? What the fuck do you mean no!?” He blasted at her, pounding his fist on his desk.

Kanker hadn’t heard the voice, so he hadn’t known that she was talking to it instead of him. Pain coursed through Pinkamena’s eye causing her to clutch it again, falling to her knees. She cried out.

“Kanker! Please! PLEASE!” Pinkamena begged.

“Please WHAT!?” He yelled back, now very angry.

“My medicine! God in heaven, my medicine!!!” She screamed piercingly.

“You ain’t getting your fucking medicine unless you blow me, you pink fuck!”

“You don’t know how horrible this is, Kanker! You don’t know!” Pinkamena started weeping.

The voice mocked and mocked her all the while, singing to her and echoing and cackling in the voice of a million demons. Nothing was so ghastly.

“Remember what your Granny said, Pinkie!” It tittered. “Giggle at the ghostie!”

Pinkamena grasped her head with her free hoof, now bending over on the floor.

“You don’t know! You don’t know!! YOU DON’T KNOW!!!”

Kanker couldn’t stand the noise. The ear-splitting whining cascading out of his stupid employee’s mouth. He knew exactly what to do. He’d done it with others before many times. It wouldn’t be hard now. Kanker bolted out of his chair and ran toward Pinkamena. She looked up for a second and was only able to gasp before he clocked her. His fist tore right across her eye, ripping the old scar open. Pinkamena tumbled a few feet away, straight to the ground and onto her face. She laid there with her eye slowly oozing deep crimson, hearing nothing but Kanker panting. The voice had gone all spinny for the moment, spouting pure gibberish and getting the echoes all wrong all while having gotten instantly quiet. Leisurely, Kanker walked over to where Pinkamena laid, sprawled and bleeding.

His voice was colder than the snow outside. “Listen here, bitch and you listen good.”

Pinkamena felt the ground disappear and opened her good eye to see that Kanker had started levitating her with his magic. He brought her eyes to his and glared.

“I don’t like whining, baby. The only thing that’ll get you your fix is making that mouth useful and smoking my pole.” Kanker seethed quietly.

Tears still flowing down her cheeks, Pinkamena saw blind rage in the black abyss of his eyes and knew that withholding her medicine wasn’t the worst thing he could do to her.

“The choice is yours…What’s it gonna be, little missy?”

There was no escape. The voice would not cease until she was dead and she knew it. She needed her pills and there was only one way she could do it.

Pinkamena decided before the voice unscrambled itself.

“Fine…” She whispered shamefully. “I’ll do it.”

Kanker’s evil smile rebuilt itself from the ashes that were his anger, now stronger and wider than ever. His belly filled to the brim with anxiety as he anticipated the tight, wet, and warm sensation that was about to surround his lower regions. He was now practically ecstatic. His cock had already been hard enough while smacking the bitch. Now he was finally going to get off with something other than his hoof for once in a long time.

“Good girl.” He snickered. “Do it under my desk. That’ll be hot.” He said, trying to hide his eagerness.

Kanker dropped her from his magic field and grabbed her shoulder, dragging her toward his desk. He led her to a small opening just under the desk’s surface where he was supposed to put his hind legs. Without care, he shoved her under and sat on his chair, more ready than ever.

Pinkamena was petrified.

Her first sexual experience was forced on her. She had been backed into a corner and given no other choice but to give in. She needed her medicine. Relief was all she wanted. It was close, but having the voice stay with her any longer was far worse than what she had gotten herself into. There was no turning back anyway. She had no idea what Kanker would do if she changed her mind now. Hell, he might even kill her, and who would know? She had nothing in the world except for the voice and the drugs that kept it away. That was her life; always trying to keep the horrible voice away. And nothing made her see that more than what was in front of her right then. She was about to pleasure the most rotten stallion in the whole world just so she could send the voice away one more time. But it would be back. She knew it would always come back. It would never leave her until she died. Now that Kanker knew she would do anything for her dose, he could ask whatever he wanted. She had done what could never be undone, and knowing that, even in the first couple of seconds, was nightmarish.

“Here we go.” Kanker said excitedly.

Kanker reached down; unzipping the jeans he was wearing and whipped out his large manhood. Pinkamena cocked her head backward so she wouldn’t touch him when he aimed it toward her face. She could no longer see anything but his hind legs on the chair, the blue wallpaper behind him, and his cock.

Kanker kicked his right leg up suddenly, scaring Pinkamena and making her jump a little.

“Hurry up, or I will kick you, baby.” He told her completely nonchalantly.

Pinkamena, now driven by fear and panic, finally opened her mouth as wide as possible and put her bosses’ penis in. She started to suck it like she would a straw, only to be smacked across the face immediately.

“Go deeper!” Kanker commanded. “No teeth either, you stupid cunt!”

Adjusting to his request, Pinkamena gagged several times.

“You’re supposed to make it sexy, you fucking bitch!” He yelled downward.

Again, more miserable than she could bare, she did what she always did around then. Pinkamena began to cry softly. She tried with all of her mind and soul to think of better times. Pinkamena thought of Ariel and her family. She thought of everything good that ever happened to her.

Sadly, this didn’t last long. Pinkamena gagged hard as Kanker tried thrusting himself into her throat.

“I said no teeth! I’ll knock the fuckers out if you can’t do it your stupid self.” Kanker raged. “And don’t get any of those tears on me, baby. It turns me on, but I don’t want to get wet at all.”

As this all happened, a thought crossed Pinkamena’s mind.

There was not a soul in the whole world that loved her.

Nobody had ever cared about her heartaches except for her dead sister.

To the bastard in front of her, tears were nothing more than a fetish that got him off faster. She was nothing more than an object to him. His empathy was nonexistent. Knowing this devastated her to the very peak of inner-torment. Nobody loved her. And nobody ever would.

When Kanker finished, he told her to spit out what was in her mouth into a cup he handed her. After that, he grasped into his desk and pulled out the bottle of pills, reaching in and giving her two of them. When she timidly asked if she could have anything to wash it down, Kanker simply smiled again and looked at the cup she had spit into. After making her drink his wretched fluids, Kanker did something that made everything just a little bit worse. He chuckled the stupid laugh he always did, louder than usual.

“I’ll see you next time, Candy Mouth.” He sneered.

Then he sent her back out into the cold, not caring one single bit about her in any aspect available. Pinkamena’s scar had stopped bleeding because all of the blood had frozen on her face. The voice had also stopped, everything now silent outside her head and in. She slugged her way back toward her pile of rocks.

“Nobody loves me.” She coldly repeated to herself.

Nobody.