The Three Dark Angels

Sabrina sat down next to her new 'owner', with her up against the wall in a small booth in this dimly lit and small bar. Before someone rushed over, he leered over on her.

"I'm looking forward to this." He whispered as he turned toward the waiter, a man whom Sabrina was not paying attention to, not wanting to be acknowledged at all.

"What'll be sir?" The waiter asked as Sabrina turned her eyes and head completely to the wall.

"Hmm...let's see...what kind of mood am I in. Hmm...how about a Stover's? You got Stover's?"

"...I'm sorry sir. I don't recognize the name."

"Dammit." A heavy and annoyed sigh. "...Morgs. Do you at least have Morgs?"

"Yes sir, we do."

"Eh, now that I think about it, it's not a bad option after all. A Morg it is."

"Yes sir, and you miss? Miss?"

Sabrina shook her head and turned to the waiter and her owner who was wearing an annoyed face. Sabrina again shook her head. "S-sorry, I uh, I kind of-of zone out when I'm nervous. Sorry, umm, I, I actually don't want anything really, thanks."

"Heh, no, no, no, I insist. It's on me, get something."

"W-well...umm...uhh-I uh, I kind of don't want to say it out loud, but umm...if I drink, I uh, I won't be able to...well...'perform'. And so..." Sabrina trailed off, trying to look as nervous and embarrassed as she could possibly look and hope her performance was good enough. It wasn't that she didn't want to drink. In fact, she wished she could, but people like her owner, they like to drown her to the point where she becomes an absolute blob of a mess, and leaving her sick for a few days while still not getting any breaks from being used.

"Hmm...you know what, that's actually a smart thing to say. Yes, it will be much better if you are not drunk for tonight. Fine, just get some water."

Great, I'm looking forward to it, Sabrina's mind sarcastically responded. Instead she nodded.

"Thank you sir."

"So, a Morg for the gentlemen and a water for the young lady? Anything else?"

"Nah, that's it."

The waiter bowed and left, and Sabrina's owner turned to her. "To be honest, I'm looking forward to this evening. A cute little seventeen year old puss that can be used with absolutely no risk whatsoever? I plan on enjoying that thoroughly. In fact, why don't we start now?" He said as he grabbed Sabrina's hand and placed it on his hardness, which Sabrina internally became concerned about. It was big, and depending on how rough this one is, he could put her through quite a bit of pain.

The owner then laid back and stretched his arms out as Sabrina fished his tool out of his pants.

"For now, you can go ahead and do exactly what you're doing. Nothing too much, you know, just something like a massage. Then, when the time comes around, you can get under the table and get that pussy ready for everything I got for it."

Great.

"Yes sir."

"Such a good girl you are. Very well trained. I have got to learn how Tristan does it."

What went unnoticed by both Sabrina and her owner was the entrance of a tall individual with long black hair, who was keeping a subtle eye on the two of them as the night proceeded.



Aegis followed them once they had left Osirus' Pub all the way to Devon's home, watching the two of them as they entered Devon's home. It was evident by this point that Devon was drunk, but the girl...she was not, which Aegis found strange. Usually people like to play with drunk girls, not sober ones. Not that it mattered.

The old man was there to greet Aegis, and he still appeared to be drunk. So far so good. The old man approached Aegis as he reached into his pocket and gave the old man what he promised.

"Just remember. Your main goal is to buy time, so make sure it's enough. If I can't get in because you didn't give me the time I needed, I'm taking my money back."

"How will I know when you get in?" The old man slurred, another good sign.

"Don't assume I will. Just do as much as you can. If I feel that you gave enough effort and it was just a case of a bad break, I will find you here and say so and you will be allowed to keep your money because you held your end of the bargain. If I don't come back after a certain period of time, the money is yours and you can go about your business."

The old man silently nodded.

"Okay, I'm sneaking over now. Only approach on my signal, understand?"

The old man nodded again, and Aegis headed towards Devon's house without a word, thankful that the rain filled night was a perfect setting for tonight, and allowed him much easier observance of his targets, as well as an easier approach to Devon's house since the rain was thick and difficult to see through, and was also drowning out quite a bit of noise, including footsteps. (Only if he continued to ensure that he did not step in large puddles of water which were more than just simply formed by now from the few hours of rain.)

Aegis propped himself along the left side of Devon's house once he got close, and slid along the wall, careful to duck under windows, and check the patio out back.

Like many people in the world, Devon was a creature of habit, and it was usually normal for him to enjoy a bit of time on the patio after arriving home, especially after an extended night. In a way, he recharged his batteries before he had to continue whatever business he needed to before going to bed, though Aegis did not catch what it was that he did.

Of course, there was the risk that, with the girl now here, that routine may be interrupted, and if that's the case, this whole scheme will have gone to waste. It was a risk, along with many others, that Aegis was prepared to take.

The rain continued to fall mercilessly as he poked his head out slightly to see the patio, which was empty aside from a small table and three chairs. Withdrawing his head and keeping himself propped up in the wall, Aegis focused his hearing in that direction, determined to wait for some time before he considered this a failure.

The wait, however, would pay off, as Aegis heard Devon's voice which got clear as he came out. "This rain is ridiculous. This was a fine night before this shit started showing up-"

Aegis didn't bother to wait any longer, and hurriedly slid his way along the side of his house, and with a few minutes of wildly waving his hands, caught the old man's attention from across the street, who began approaching the house.

Aegis then made his way back to the back of the house, picking up the conversation that was going on.

"-the rain, at least it's a nice cool night out. Definitely a good night to just sit and relax for a few moments before the night really gets started. First, I need a good wash, as do you, so that's something we can do together. And if I'm in a good enough mood, I'll lend you a hand."

"Thank you sir."

Aegis' eyes narrowed. Arrogant lazy bastard. Can't even wash himself if he doesn't have to.

"After that, we can get started for real, and I've got a lot of things I'd like to try. Let's see, tonight we'll-"

"Mia? Mia! Mia, the kids are home!" Aegis heard the old man's voice shout from inside the house, causing Aegis to smile.

Seems like Devon forgot to lock his front door.

"What the fuck!? Who the fuck is this!?" Aegis heard, followed by loud and angry footsteps which went back inside.

"Who the fuck are you!? What the fuck are you doing in my house!?" Aegis heard as he dared a peek to the patio. Only the girl was there at the moment, standing and looking inside.

'Come on.' Aegis' mind vainly called out to her. 'Go inside.'

"G-Genaro? Genaro, is that you? You-"

"No, I'm not fucking Genaro, and I don't give a shit who he is, get the fuck out of my house!" Aegis heard, along with what appeared to be some crashing. Probably a shove of the old man into something by Devon.

Aegis then watched the girl gasp and rush inside. Perfect.

"Genaro? Why would you shove your father like that?" Aegis heard the old man groan as he stepped on the patio and looked through the sliding glass door, which the girl had left open when she had rushed back inside.

Both Devon and the old man were at the front of the house nearby the front door, with the old man slowly using the wall behind him to stand. The girl was standing just a few feet behind Devon.

It was the perfect chance. After all, Aegis had spied on this house enough to know where Devon's bedroom is, which is Aegis' current target. He began to wring himself of all of the water on him as fast as he could.

"If you don't get the fuck out of my house right now, and I promise that the ashes I will turn you into won't be big enough to fit in a fucking shot glass! Get the fuck out!!" Aegis heard Devon shout as Aegis slipped off his wet shoes and socks.

"B-but-"

"I'll give you until the count of three."

Aegis slipped through the glass door, stepping into the house with his bare feet, and made a quick and silent break to the bedroom, with Aegis and the old man meeting eyes just before Aegis entered the bedroom.

"One!" Aegis heard as he slipped into the bedroom and gave everything a quick glance. The normal assortments were here, a bed, some paintings, a small table with a few chairs, and two closets. One closet was near the door Aegis had just come through, and the other was at the other end of the room. Both of them had the sliding wooden doors that Aegis could peek through, though he was having a bit of a brain fart at the moment and could not recall what their actual name was.

Aegis picked the closet closest to him and opened it, finding that luckily, it was mostly an open space and that mostly coats and robes where hanging here along with sets of what appeared to be nice looking shoes. More importantly, there was clearly a small space where Aegis could fit himself and hide towards the way back of the closet, allowing him some space while he hid in the closet.

Although it may seem extreme, this was a far more effective way to pick up information, and, even more so than that, Aegis might find an opportunity to speak with the girl directly.

Only time will tell.



"Two!" Sabrina's owner shouted, even as Sabrina silently wished for the old man's safety, whoever he was, and was looking towards the back of her owner's head with a desperate look. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't say anything, because that just might make things worse. After all, Sabrina had no power over either her life or even her own body, making her unable to change anything in the world at all, including whatever happened to this old man at the hands of her owner.

"O-okay Genaro. I see, too ashamed of your father huh-"

"I don't give a shit who the fuck Genaro is, get the fuck out! This is your absolute last warning."

The old man began sobbing as he reached for the door. "I tried, I tried so hard to be a good father, so hard, and-"

"Just get out of my house and off of my yard, and go cry to the fucking Wisemen if you want, just don't come back here ever again." Sabrina's owner said as he followed the old man to the door, and watched him as the old man wandered into the dark and rainy night. Only when the old man stepped off of the lawn did Sabrina's owner finally shut the door with a loud slam.

"Fucking bullshit. Who the fuck let him out at night? Fucking people need to watch over their own family members or some shit. Fucking old turds trying to sneak into my house. What a fucking mood killer."

Sabrina's owner turned to her. "Let's go back out to the patio. By the time we're done, hopefully, the mood will come back. I have no intention of letting that old fart ruin my night." He said as he first stomped over to the storage container, pulling out a bottle of Stover's, the drink he couldn't get earlier, and a glass which he put a few ice cubes in.

Great. Now he's drinking everything on the rocks. He had already gotten quite a head start, and had been handling his drink well, but now Sabrina suddenly felt as though all of that was now out the window, and the real beast will be unleashed. Hardcore drinkers like this, just about all of them were violent to some degree, and Sabrina had no choice accept to simply accept and take their violence.

At the same time though, in a sick and demented way, these are the ones that Sabrina wanted to see the most. After all, one of them just might permanently end her pain during one of their drunken rampages. Hell, it happened all over the world, why not to her?

Sabrina simply followed him back out to the patio without a word, taking a seat with him at the table in the patio, the rain still falling hard outside, and the two of them lit a cigarette and took the first few puffs before he reached for his bottle and glass, poured himself a full glass, and drank from it. After this, he began speaking.

"I don't hate old people or anything. Hell, everyone gets old, shit can't be helped. Even my old man got old before he finally got killed off. Motherfucker was fifty five, but couldn't escape the assassination on him because of a bad hip. I love the guy, he was the big man back then in his prime, and he taught me a lot of what I knew that helped me out early on." He paused for a moment to take another drink from his glass, while Sabrina's mind wanted to puke.

Here we go, the drunken ramble. It almost always came eventually, and Sabrina had been forced to hear every single one. Mostly she was sick of it because none of these guys would ever get any sympathy from her, nor did they even deserve it in the first place.

"These old guys who can't do anything anymore need to learn to stay out of the world's way. It's a pain in the ass when I got to run in and get something like a pack of cigarettes, and I'm fucking stuck waiting in line for ten minutes because some old person is holding up the line because they can't fucking see what money they're pulling out, or, they're so fucking out of it that they don't even know what they wanted in the first place. They're not bad people, I'm sure plenty of them old bastards are good guys and such, but, there's a point where you're so old that you just need to retire from life or something."

It wasn't really the topics that were similar with these rambles. From what Sabrina had noticed from watching so many was that they were either one, looking for sympathy of some kind even if they are not directly asking for it, two, they were simply trying to justify their way of thinking, or three, in short, they just want to hear themselves talk to another person. And based on the topic, this guy was number three. He's probably starting to lose it now. Great. And the unknown worst part has still yet to come.

On the bright side, he wasn't really paying attention to her as he rambled, and thus, he was easy to tune out even though he was sitting directly across from her. He was just talking, not trying to have any sort of conversation. Well, maybe a one sided conversation, but that was it. And as he continued to drink, the more topics he began switching to.

Sabrina went through three full cigarettes, with a bit of time in between each one, before the conversation began switching to the one that Sabrina both knew and feared was coming, meaning that her period of grace and daydreaming was now coming to an end as the real world began sinking in and with it, all of it's dark and cold glory.

The first sign had come when her owner finally seemed to relax, and spread his legs almost as wide as he could.

"You haven't really said anything all night. While that's fine and all, I think it's about time you do some work." He said as he undid his pants, freeing his currently soft tool, and Sabrina rose without a word.

"Now don't get too crazy down there, just use your hands. I'd like to talk a little longer while you work me, then when I'm done, you can hop right on board, ride me, and let me fill you up again. You want to be filled up again don't you?"

"Yes sir." Sabrina automatically responded as she knelt down in between his legs and reached for him.

"A risk free girl, one of the best things in the world. You really can't get pregnant no matter what, right?"

Fuck you you fucking asshole! Sabrina despised it whenever someone brought this subject up and talk about it like it's a good thing. They have no idea...no idea...nor does anyone care. Sabrina can never be a mother, even if she escaped this life and found someone. She would forever bear the scars of her past, a past even more haunting than the prison she was currently trapped in. (Nor would she ever believe that in just a few short years from now, a child named Benjamin will call her 'mother'.)

"No sir, I cannot get pregnant, no matter what."

Her owner sighed. "That's awesome. I can pound away all I want, fill you up all I want, even pretend to be trying to have a child with you all I want. Ah, the possibilities. It's a good thing we have quite a few days together, isn't it?"

If it were up to me, I'd string you up, hang your ass upside down, and feed you to the creatures of the Abyss nude as the day were born, Sabrina bitterly thought to herself even as she smiled.

"Yes sir. Plenty of time for you to enjoy anything you want."

"Ahh...good, I like to enjoy the little things, such as right now." He said as he took another drink from his now empty second glass of his Stover's on the rocks, which had begun to melt.

Fuck your little things, Sabrina's mind shouted as she faithfully worked him to full staff.

"Hmm, time to get new ice cubes, but I guess that can wait. I can drink out of the bottle while this is going on. Who would have imagined that a dick massage like this is so...relaxing? Patience really is a virtue."

This time, Sabrina had to lightly bite her lip to keep her from responding with her voice. Now it was time to really shut her mind down, and simply accept everything with no mental protest. The last thing she needed was to slip up and make things worse for herself, and perhaps more enjoyable for the asshole whose legs she was currently sitting in between.

He was already a big enough prick as it was, and was probably only going to get worse.

"But you know what, I don't feel like waiting any longer. You can hop right on board and ride away now."

"Yes sir." Sabrina said as she withdrew her hands, stood, and began to undress completely, all of her clothes a bundled mess at her feet within a minute or so, which her owner kicked out of the way.

"You won't need those for the rest of the night. Now come here little girl, and let me fill you up again. I'm determined not to let anything go to waste while you're here."

I'll bet, I'll bet that-no, no, no. She couldn't even let her mind go there anymore.

Sabrina forced a smile. "I look forward to it. I love having my pussy filled with hot man cum."

Sabrina's owner smiled. "Now we're talking, that's what I like to hear." He said as Sabrina mounted him. Thankfully, she had thought a little ahead of time, and regardless of how much she didn't want to, she had forced herself to become wet enough for when this time came.

Hopefully, it would be enough, and this wouldn't be too uncomfortable or painful Sabrina thought as she descended and allowed herself to be violated once more. Not that it really mattered. This was just the way it is, and no matter how much Sabrina may want to cry or lash out or anything, she knew she is just simply unable to change anything.

Nothing will ever change. This is the ultimate fate of Sabrina, Sabrina's mind told her as she began moving up and down in a humiliating fashion because of her familiarity with the entire situation as a whole.

In the end, weak-bloods get what they deserve. And this is what she deserves. That is what Sabrina told herself as she allowed her mind to drift when she began picking up the pace, forcibly giving pleasure to an unwanted invader.