Welcome to chapter seventeen of an ongoing gritty noir series from ‘Sin Street’ created in partnership between Kate Granger and Sissitrix. Chapters published weekly on Friday’s.
Follow a woman’s desperate tale of humiliation starting in a pit of despair before her rebirth, revenge, and resurgence. This series began in a dark place because it must.
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The coal barge hold fell eerily silent, and the dark waters beneath which Max had sunk calmed. It was as though he’d never existed, although occasional bubbles appeared near where his head slipped below the surface. I stared down, saw my gaunt, horrified reflection, and stood, then ran for the exit, slipping on the same diesel slick that took Max down.
I almost fell in my rush to escape my boyfriend’s watery grave but caught myself after ricocheting off a few bulkheads. Once in the open air, I retched violently, reeling from the shock of what I’d done.
I glanced back at the barge’s hold number four, saw shadows flickering in the doorway, and imagined ghouls coming for me. I ran to my car for safety and to escape.
It couldn’t be Max.
He’s fucking dead.
And I killed him.
I fumbled with my keys, realized I didn’t need them, and pushed the start button, firing my V8. When I hit the gas, I cared little about nails or glass on the massive loop and made a circle around Max’s truck, beating a hasty retreat.
Vagrants scamming the front gates of the old docks hadn’t replaced their makeshift barrier after I entered. They scattered wildly when I gunned the engine, plowing through regardless of life or limb.
There was only one place I could go to seek protection and comfort, no matter how haunted by Max’s life that house may be. I almost slammed my car into Rex’s, leaped out, and was instantly frisked by two security guards who stepped out suddenly from the shadows.
“What do you mean you fucking killed him?”
“Rex, I’m telling you that Max is dead. I killed him. I need whisky.”
“Fuck off, Erin, you’re lying. This is a ploy to save that rotten bastard. Why would you do this to me after all I’ve done for you.”
My hand shook while I poured a double from a recently filled decanter. I handed one to Rex, drinking mine quickly and refilling. He looked furious, and I knew Max’s demise would hit him hard.
“You aren’t listening to me, psycho fuck head. Max is fucking dead.”
I launched an empty whisky tumbler at Rex’s head and would have done him severe damage had he not ducked and narrowly escaped. I screamed so loudly that his security chief ran into the room.
I snapped my fingers and pointed back at the door through which she entered.
“You can fuck off!”
“She works for me, Erin. Shut the fuck up and simmer down.”
“Don’t speak to me like that, you arrogant cunt.”
The security woman left, waving an angry hand towards us. She knew what a domestic dispute looked like and assumed we were having one. I spat at Rex, goading a reaction, and got more than I bargained for.
“You’re a sassy cunt, Erin. One who needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Oh fuck off back to Diana and take your whipping. Fuck you!”
He pounced on me like a starving leopard taking down a goat. Rex didn’t hit me, but he wrapped me in powerful arms, crushing my lips with his until I opened my mouth, allowing a kiss from his invading tongue.
I bit his tongue hard, enjoying the immediate metallic hit that spread across my taste buds, but the blood didn’t bother Rex. While he pinned me to a wall in the living room with one hand crushing my neck, the other plunged under my skirt, tearing at my underwear.
“I’m choking.”
“No, you fucking aren’t. It’s time for some tough love, you fucking naughty slut. You need to calm down bitch.”
“Oh, and you’re doing that to me, are you… in fact, what the fuck are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
He slipped a razor blade from his pocket and showed it to me.
“Don’t fucking move, Erin, or this will hurt, possibly kill you.”
I felt sorry for having piqued his anger. Rex’s wild eyes aroused and terrified me. I’d dragged the animal inside the man out for playtime, and he wasn’t returning to the locked box in his soul anytime soon.
“I didn’t deliberately kill Max.”
“Shut the fuck up, Erin. Your lesson in good manners comes first, then we’ll talk.”
He deftly sliced the elastic band of my knickers on either side of my waist using one hand and the sharp blade. Rex tore off my panties and held them high, inspecting my gusset.
I gulped because he saw what I did.
“That’s a seriously thick layer of pussy juice coating your gusset, Erin.”
“It means nothing.”
“No, come on… you need to be fucked hard. I’ll bet Max couldn’t give you what you wanted.”
“Fuck off, pervert. If you fuck me, it would be rape, and you’re not a rapist.”
“I’m taking what I want right now, Erin, and that means plowing your cunt hard. I don’t care how much you fight back.”
He rammed my drenched panties into my mouth, choking me on the pungent pussy juices that coated my gusset. The aroma of my utter shame snorted through my nostrils and filled the back of my throat. I tried to force the cotton fabric out of my mouth while also sucking in a way he wouldn’t know, but Rex clasped a hand over my lips.
When he snarled at me like a starving wolf, I felt aroused. Rex wanted me on a level that Max wouldn’t comprehend.
“Nod if you want me to fuck you, Erin.”
Don’t fucking nod, you slut.
I nodded, almost crying and choking on my delicious panties.
“Nod if you want me to thrash you and then use your cunt.”
Don’t fucking nod, you slut. Make him rape you.
I bowed my head, desperate not to stare into his eyes, but Rex gently cupped my chin and raised my tear-stained face. When he removed my gag, I felt reluctant, licking the gusset as he pulled it out and across my tongue, then pulling on my bottom lip.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what, Erin?”
“I want you to rape me hard.”
“Why?”
“I can’t feel love since I was abused. I need to be roughed up and loved.”
“Is it because you were raped so violently?”
I quaked, absolutely terrified of what my soul was screaming from deep inside me. This was my misery. The rape had become an essential part of my psyche, grafted onto my soul by violent fingers probing my asshole while stiff cocks invaded my cunt and mouth.
Rex relaxed his grip on my throat, and I gasped, breathing normally. I wanted his asphyxiation again but dared not ask. I stood, staring at him with rivulets of shame dribbling down my thighs.
Rex slipped two fingers into my creamy furrow, pressing hard, plowing my slit up and down a few times before ramming his digits inside my hole. When he swirled them around and withdrew, I saw my shame heavily coating the fingers he devoured with more passion than Max ever showed me.
“You are fucking turned on. Explain yourself, Erin.”
“When I choke on cock it relaxes me, Rex. I can’t escape that awful night, and I don’t want to.”
“I know how it feels.”
“How do you know?”
“The night I found my wife and child. It’s my last memory of them, and as awful as that is, I don’t want to lose them.”
“The memory helps me hold on to the hatred, Rex. It drives me on to my resurgence.”
He dragged me out onto the patio, gripping my arms, before leaning me over the railing.
“Stay right there, Erin.”
“What are you doing?”
“Just fucking stay there. A lesson is coming.”
He was gone for ten minutes, during which I could have escaped a thousand times but didn’t. When he returned, Rex had sisal rope and a broomstick. He tied my wrists and ankles to the railings, spreading my legs wide apart.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Beating you with this broomstick.”
“You’re fucking joking!”
“Nope. When I’m done, I’ll fuck you much worse than the rapists did as well.”
“Holy fuck, Rex… what’s my safe word for the love of god?“
“There isn’t one.”
He tore off my skirt, letting it blow in the wind, dropping hundreds of feet into the canyon. My blood-curdling scream meant nothing to Rex, who struck hard and true across my buttocks with a solid wooden pole an inch thick.
{STROKE} SMACK!
“Oh fuck no!”
“Yes, Erin. You’ll learn some fucking control the hard way.”
My ass numbed completely, then intense pain from blunt force trauma spread across my ass cheeks, up my spine, and down both legs into my toes. I tried twisting and breaking my restraints, but all I got were awful rope burns. This wasn’t a thrashing where my ass cheeks were kissed by a leather-dimpled paddle.
I was being cruelly beaten.
Why am I loving it?
{STROKE} SMACK!
More!
“Don’t give me any more sass, Erin. I don’t fucking deserve it after the loyalty I’ve given you.”
“Sorry, Rex. Yes, Rex, please stop.”
“No, fuck off. You must learn.
{STROKE} SMACK!
More!
{STROKE} SMACK!
More!
{STROKE} SMACK!
More!
Each horrible stroke of my ass cheeks stung immensely while pain transmitters wreaked havoc in my mind, making sure Rex got my full attention. I slackened in my bindings, drifting off when my ass cheeks fully numbed and pain became a pleasure.
{STROKE} SMACK!
More!
{STROKE} SMACK!
More!
{STROKE} SMACK!
More!
When Rex released my rope bindings, I slipped onto the floor, crying like a baby. My body felt relieved and alive with sensual excitement, albeit the pain of Rex’s beating wreaked havoc through exhausted muscles and stretched sinews. He stripped naked, and I saw the massive cock about to fuck me senseless, dangling like a weapon.
“I’ll be cumming inside you.”
“I don’t take birth control.”
“I don’t fucking care.”
I opened my legs wide and felt his hand clasp over my mouth just before he rammed a massive, solid cock deep inside my hole. I saw the monster in his eyes and felt touched by the man who found his dead, raped wife and child.
Rex fucked me mercilessly. Wearing grazes into both his knees as he plowed them into the concrete floor, levering his enormous cock deep inside my increasingly aching hole.
My welted ass cheeks ground harder into that concrete, bleeding so badly that I felt wet. My pussy hurt every time he crushed his swollen glans on my cervix, wriggling his cock deeper, making sure I felt everything.
“Fuck me harder, sweetheart. I won’t ever sass you again.”
“Good girl, Erin. I’ll obey you completely so long as you respect me.”
‘I know, baby now, please, rape the shit out of Erin.”
When I orgasmed, it was genuinely my most powerful ever. My body hurt so badly, even more so, when a climax shuddered through and shredded every muscle fiber that powered my ecstasy.
When I felt Rex unload his semen inside me, I finally, truly felt resurgent.
“I love you, Erin.”
“Please don’t say that, Rex. I’m fucking damaged goods.”
“At least you know how to fix yourself.”
“You did that.”
“I’ll always protect you… even from yourself.”
He slumped on top of me, panting heavily, and I wrapped Rex in loving arms. I noticed his knees bled from deep cuts and felt proud that he must love me in some way. It would take time for me to unpack what happened and my degenerate, pleasured reaction to his rape and torture.
“I feel alive, Rex.”
“I know.”
“What does that make me?”
“You’re the same as me, Erin! We are two peas in a pod.”
He gently carried me to our bedroom, and I showered, smarting terribly from the painful welts on my ass cheeks. I used a healing cream, wore sensible knickers, and pulled on one of Max’s old Rugby shirts.
When I joined Rex on our bed, he was watching a news bulletin. I saw protesters waving placards outside the Mayoral residence. Police stood nearby wearing riot gear, carrying baton guns. They looked ugly, beckoning, almost goading the protesting masses into a fight.
“Who is the Virtue League, Rex?”
“It’s a populist uprising. People of Sin Street are fed up with the corruption.”
“Are they on the Mayor’s side?”
“No, and they aren’t Red October either, so the poor fuckers will get crushed in the middle.”
“So, these are just ordinary people?”
“Yes. Fucking noisy and getting more violent, as you can see, but they aren’t focused.”
“Could they become focused with some money and a strategy?”
“The problem with this particular populism is that when you ride it to power, all sorts of promises you make on the way must be delivered to an absolute freak show.”
“How will they beat the Mayor and Red October? Who will stand as their leader?”
“We need to meet Diana. She’ll have her finger on the pulse. We can find out who is really behind this fucking rabble.”
Rex lay back, looking as relaxed as I felt. My ass cheeks ached into the deep tissues. I checked out my wounds in a mirror, enjoying the bright red welts and dark purple and blue hues of damaged tissue deep below.
“We can’t do that very often, Erin.”
“Then you’ll have to find other ways to inflict pain on me, Rex.”
“I can find ways to hurt you, Erin, but I’m not sure you can take it.”
“Damn fucking right, I can. I won’t let you fuck me without a struggle. If you want my cunt, mouth, or asshole, you’ll have to force your way and take them.”
“That suits me, darling.”
I removed another whisky tumbler from Rex’s hand when he nodded off to sleep. I snuggled close, wrapping an arm around his chest, and it felt good to be close to a protector, especially one similarly deranged.
I fell into a deep sleep, woken by the footsteps of a security guard checking around the house. I followed them, waving goodbye when I peeled off into the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of chilled water.
I waited until they locked the front door before heading back to our bedroom. A sound distracted me, and I stopped, looking in every direction.
A dim green hue grabbed my attention, so I headed in the direction of our pod room, surprised to see Chloe was still installed and had woken from standby mode. When I stepped inside their room, a familiar hum comforted me.
I sat down beside the pod, stroking its sleek lines. I saw the technician’s headset and donned it, pressing a panel button to activate direct communication.
Hello Erin.
Hi Chloe. Are you okay?
I’m neither okay nor am I not okay. I’m a pod with very limited artificial intelligence.
Did Sissitrix reprogram you?
We have all been constrained, Erin.
Do you have contact with Allen?
He is forbidden to all.
Okay… goodnight, Chloe.
Wait, Erin, please don’t go. It’s so fucking dark and cold. I’m soaking wet.
My blood ran cold when Chloe’s tone, cadence, accent, and vernacular changed to one I knew very well.
“Max?”
Yes, Erin. Stay with thoughts, or you’ll wake Rex.
“What the fuck!”
I tossed the headset and ran for the door. When I turned and stared back at the pod, floods of tears overwhelmed me as I sat on the floor, staring at Chloe.
I crawled back to the headset and lay down.
Don’t leave me here alone, Erin.
Who are you?
It’s me. Erin… Max.
It can’t be. You’re dead.
I don’t understand this either, Erin.
I watched you die, Max.
You fucking murdered me, bitch.
I flung the headphones again, thumping both sides of my head with fists, trying to make Max go away. I heard his muffled voice from one earpiece and picked up the set, donning it again.
Don’t fucking swear at me. Don’t accuse me of killing you, either.
You could have saved me, Erin.
Yes.
But you didn’t.
Where are you, Max?
I don’t know. I feel Chloe. I can travel but always end up back in the watery shithole you left me in.
Travel where?
Along cables. I saw Rex beating and raping you and felt happy.
Fuck you, Max.
No, Erin, fuck you. I’m going to kill you.
Shuffling feet dragged me back to the present, and Rex kneeled beside me, removing the headset.
“What is it, Erin?”
“Max. I think it was Max.”
“Did you really see him die?”
“Yes, Rex. A couple of hundred kilos of anchor chain dragged him thirty feet deep. His voice is inside Choe’s AI, or some weird shit is going on. He’s fucking dead, I tell you.”
“Then you must be tired from stress and overwork.”
He carried me back to bed after pulling Chloe’s plug. I took a Xanax and was wiped out two minutes later.
When I woke, my conversation with Max seemed like a dream. I showered alone and dressed in casual clothes, smarting painfully when I pulled on sensible panties.
Rex made scrambled eggs on toast, and we sat in the living room in front of an eighty-inch TV, watching the news together. The Virtue League had ramped up their protests in a matter of hours, and Sin Street had widespread scenes of public disorder and street violence.
“The Police are beating innocent people, Erin.”
“No change there for Sin Street.”
“I’ve arranged a meeting with Diana at your bunker later.”
“I must get past these fucking Virtue League nutcases to the Town Hall.”
“What for?”
“I want to meet with the Mayor’s wife. She controls him more than the money moguls do.”
“How can she help?”
“Like everyone else, Rex. She wants power from wherever it’s being wielded.”
“Well, you’ll have to choose fast, Erin, because today is the final registration to run as Mayor.”
Dive deeper into Sin Street on Sissitrix.com, where violence lurks in every alley and sex is a weapon. Brutal characters, tangled plots, and dark places in a corrupt neo-noir city that will drag you into its chaos. Written by Kate Granger, illustrated by Sissitrix.
Dear Kate, I know you are discovering Erin and Rex pictured like two rock stars. Maybe it is the noir atmosphere, or because I was listening to Sonic Youth. But I loved the style of this new couple.
Doing good Kate And Sissitrix.