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Kinktober Day 6

So uh day six? please read all the warnings before you read the story, its very dark and very very fucked up.

minors stay the fuck away

so this is not the kind of story you should read for horny purposes, it is incredibly fucked up to the max and i would execute extreme caution while reading if you decide to

CONTENT WARNING: rape, someone being drugged against their will (roofies), blackmail, physical abuse, verbal abuse

I do not condone nor do i support any of this kind of behavior, this is a darkfic with extremely dark subject material

WARNING: DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE WARNINGS

Prompt: non con

Pairing: Eleanor Levetan x Drea Torres

Fandom: Do Revenge

FINAL WARNING

“You thought I wouldn’t remember?” Drea snarled in her ear, fingers digging into the skin of Eleanor’s neck so tightly her knuckles were white. “Fucking hell Nora, how stupid do you think I am?”

Eleanor’s eyes were hazy and unfocused as she blinked up at Drea, lips moving sluggishly to try and say something, but nothing besides a choked wheeze came out. Through the fog, Drea could see a spark of resistance and panic, confusion at her body’s refusal to obey her.

But that was the thing about knowing someone’s secrets, how to get to them. Once she had figured out who Eleanor was (a simple search around her house while she was conked out after one of their plotting nights, a phone call to figure out what had happened to her car when she saw the name Cutler) it had been easy to gain the upper hand without the blonde even knowing it. Easy to manipulate her, all while pretending to still be none the wiser to her plan.

Eleanor’s mouth opened and closed, her lips turning purple from the lack of air, and Drea eased up enough for her to breathe. Her body was trembling underneath the brunette, that spark glowing brighter as she fought. Despite the brave face she was trying to put on, Drea could feel her panic in the jackrabbit-pace of her heart, see it in the tremble in her lips.

“What did you do to me?” Eleanor slurred, her hands grabbing Drea’s wrist and trying to pull her hand off her neck. It was like a butterfly’s touch, her grip so weak it barely could lock around her wrists. “How-“

Drea squeezed again, and Eleanor’s eyes went wide, fingernails scratching at her arm. A kitten would have done more damage.

She leaned down to whisper in Eleanor’s ear, a smirk forming on her lips. “You’d be surprised how easy it is to convince a guy to drop something in a pretty girl’s drink,” she said, delighting in the way Eleanor’s heart rate sped up even more. “A quick anonymous message, a few hundred dollars from your bank account, and voila.”

She pulled back, her face twisting into a cruel smile when she saw that spark of defiance drowned by panic and fear. Eleanor’s pulse hammered under her palm, her eyes trained on Drea like she was something awful, a monster straight out of a story book.

Maybe she was, but she was done playing the dumb target with Nora. Two months of pretending to be oblivious to her scheming, listening to her as she talked about their plan to take down Max and Carissa, as if she cared about either of them. Drea was her target, had been since she showed up at tennis camp. Now, with Nora pinned under her, slowly turning white from the hand around her throat, Drea didn’t care about Max, or Yale. Eleanor had wanted to burn her to the ground.

She was going to do so much worse.

Her fingers undid the bandanna around Eleanor’s hair, still keeping pressure on her neck, but relaxing it enough to let her gulp down a few desperate gasps of air. The drugs had done their job, knocking out all of her motor control and a good amount of her consciousness, but she was still awake and aware of what was happening.

Drea had planned it that way, she wanted Eleanor to remember every single thing she did to her, a permanent reminder to her to stay the fuck away from her, and never try this elaborate revenge scheme bullshit ever again. And she wanted the blonde to be helpless while she did this.

After all, as she learned last year with Max, there was no better way to learn a lesson than through trauma.

And nothing would scar her more than making her sit there, completely aware of what was happening, and knowing she couldn’t do anything to stop this.

The bandanna was quickly looped around Eleanor’s wrists, Drea making quick work of tying her to the bed frame. The knots were way too tight, tight enough that they would chafe and rub the skin raw if she moved.

She finally released her grip on Eleanor’s throat, admiring the red handprint wrapped around her pale skin. Her grip had been tight enough that she knew a beautifully dark bruise would form, something to remind Eleanor what had happened every time she looked in the mirror. At least until it faded.

Oh well.

She could always pay another guy to drug Eleanor again. Or get back in with her old friends, suck up to Max and Tara enough that they would invite her to their parties again, and just do it herself.

Drea sat back on her heels, watching Eleanor try to get out of her bindings, the girl’s sluggish movements proof enough that the drug had taken full effect. Her arms were barely twitching anymore, her legs hadn’t moved once.

She traced a finger up and down Eleanor’s barely covered knee, smirking at the way her skin prickled, goosebumps forming wherever she touched. Fortunately for her, the blonde had chosen to wear a dress that was cut off about four inches above her knee, giving Drea the perfect amount of space to work with.

Her fingers moved higher, passing over her knee to her inner thighs, and when she pushed them apart, Eleanor let out a mess of slurred words, too mashed together to make any sense of them.

“What was that, Nora?” She asked, feigning ignorance. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Ssssstopp,” she slurred, begging Drea with her eyes, the crystalline blue shards dulled by the drugs in her system. “Drea, stop.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. she squeezed, digging her fingernails into the soft flesh of Eleanor’s thighs. She cut sharp little crescents into her skin, only letting go when she saw a drop of blood beading from the wound. “I can’t hear you.”

She shoved Eleanor’s dress up, bunching the green fabric around her waist, and laughed outright at the sight.

Eleanor was wearing fucking panties under her dress, made of a thin blue lace that left almost nothing to the imagination.

“Oh my god, what are you wearing?” Drea mocked, looking back up at the blonde, who was flushed red now. “Since when do you own panties?”

She’d been in Eleanor’s closet multiple times, had seen the haphazard pile of sports bras and boxers, the only underwear she wore. Drea had tried convincing the taller girl to get new underwear when they changed her look, but that was the one thing she refused to budge on.

Eleanor’s flush was spreading down her neck and chest, and Drea noticed the tears pooling in the corner of her eyes when she tried to force her legs shut, but they wouldn’t move.

She was about to move when she heard a ding, not from her phone, which was still in her pocket. From the way Eleanor’s eyes widened, it had to have been hers.

Drea saw the phone on a desk, probably put there by Eleanor before she had collapsed, and smirked down at the girl.

“Wonder who that is,” she said. “Something you don’t want me to see?”

She left the blonde on the bed as she headed for the desk, picking up Eleanor’s phone and opening it. She already knew the password, and saw a text from Gabbi.

“Max’s sister?” She said, looking back at Eleanor before her face lit up. “Guess I know who you got those panties for now, huh?”

Eleanor’s face was still looking up at the ceiling, but Drea could see the faint glare forming.

The phone ding-ed again, another text from the Broussard.

She clicked on the notification, smirking at Eleanor the entire time.

Still up for a movie tonight? Unless the cool kids wore you out

Ellie? You still awake?

Drea laughed again, strolling back over to Eleanor. “Ellie?” She said, holding up the phone. “Really?”

“Fuck you,” she slurred, fingers twitching above her head. “Fuck you.”

Drea tapped on the screen a few times, painfully slow, just so she could watch the way Eleanor’s eyes got more and more frantic with each letter.

“What do you think?” She said, showing Eleanor the text. It still hadn’t been sent, but the blonde’s eyes widened even more.

My ex is in town, sorry, not tonight

“Stop,” she mumbled, this time managing to move her leg to try and kick at Drea.

She leaned back, easily avoiding the kick, and deleted the message, sending a quick text.

Too tired, tmmr?

She wasn’t evil, and after tonight, they would go their separate ways for good, so leaving Eleanor the younger Broussard was a simple mercy. But the look on her face was priceless.

Drea cooed as a tear finally slid down Eleanor’s cheek, the blonde squeezing her eyes shut. She tossed the phone onto the floor, not caring where it ended up, and picked up the pair of scissors on Eleanor’s desk.

The blonde’s eyes were still closed, Drea reveling in each and every tear that dripped down her cheek. She cut the dress down the middle, revealing a matching bra to go with the panties.

“Damn, Ellie,” she said, wolf-whistling at the sight. “Dressed to impress, huh?”

Eleanor’s eyes cracked open, barely a sliver of blue visible, but Drea could see the hatred brewing behind them.

That wouldn’t work.

She straddled the blonde’s thighs, gripping her jaw tight enough to bruise.

“You can hate me all you want, Nora,” she spat. “But you are going to learn that you don’t fuck with me. Ever. I am going to make sure tonight is a thousand times worse than what I did to you when we were kids, and I am going to make sure everyone hates you because of it.”

The hatred was swallowed up by fear, and Drea smirked. Good.

She groped Eleanor’s breasts, digging her nails in over the lacy fabric, being as rough as she could, delighting in the reactions she got, namely, Eleanor’s unwilling vocal reactions, and her very unwilling physical ones.

Her nipples hardened quickly, and Drea tugged on them through the fabric, eyes cataloguing every reaction and sound that Eleanor made.

She let go of her nipples and pulled the bra down, scratching down Eleanor’s skin with her nails. Angry red lines appeared on her pale skin, and she did it again, scratching Eleanor’s skin until she started bleeding.

“Drea, please,” Eleanor mumbled, and the brunette ignored her. “Drea!”

“Shut up!” She snarled, grabbing Eleanor’s jaw and forcing it shut, covering her mouth with her hand. “You dont get to talk, or beg, or do anything unless I let you.”

She pinched Eleanor’s nose shut, watching the girl’s face turn panicked when she couldnt get any air, and held it there until she was twitching underneath her, eyes wide with panic. She let go of her nose, and leaned down to hiss, “You dont breathe unless I let you, Nora. Dont test my patience.”

Satisfied with the way her body went limp, Drea continued making her way down the blonde’s body. She pressed her palms to Eleanor’s stomach, and pressed down hard enough to push any air from her lungs.

Once she was done with her stomach, she moved down to her hips, tracing soft circles over her hipbones. When she moved to the divot of her waist, she heard Eleanor make a soft noise. It was muffled, the taller girl clearly trying to hide it, but Drea caught it.

“Do you like this, Ellie?” She said, tracing over the spot again. “Is this what Gabbi does to you when you wear those panties? Tie you up and take you apart?”

Eleanor didn’t answer.

She hooked a finger under the front of her panties, tutting softly.

“You should really answer me, Ellie,” she said. “If you want this to be good for you, you should.”

There was already a wet spot forming on the fabric, and she brushed a knuckle over it, tearing a gasp from the blonde.

“Answer me,” she said. “Is this how Gabbi treats you? Is this why you’re so wet now? Do you like being held down and forced to do what I want?”

“No!” Eleanor gasped, hips jerking away when another touch came. “No, I don’t want this.”

“Your body seems to disagree,” she said. “But that wasn’t what I wanted. Does Gabbi do this to you?”

She pressed two fingers to the wet spot, hard enough to make it hurt, and Eleanor gasped out a, “Yes! She does, now stop!”

Drea pulled back, smiling up at the devastated look on Eleanor’s face, how ruined she looked, her jaw bruised and face bleeding, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Then this should be good for you,” she said, and pressed her fingers in again.

Eleanor’s hips bucked, a tiny twitch, all she could do for now, and Drea’s thumb found her clit, rubbing it over the lace. She could feel Eleanor getting wetter with every second that passed, kept her fingers moving until she heard a breathy moan.

“Oh my god,” Drea laughed, stilling her hand for a second. “You’re actually getting off on this!”

The blonde’s face and chest were flushed a deep red, she was crying softly despite her body’s reactions.

“Ok, Nora,” Drea said, rolling her eyes. Her panties were ruined, the fabric drenched with her arousal. “I’ll give you what you want.”

“No,” Eleanor gasped out, jerking her hips away, barely moving an inch to the side before Drea’s hand was pulling her panties down to her knees, spreading Eleanor’s legs even further apart.

“You’re so wet,” she said, dragging one finger up her slit, scraping over her clit with a nail. “You could have just asked me to fuck you, Ellie. No need to go to all this trouble, concocting a revenge scheme, just for this.”

“Don’t want this,” she said, closing her legs.

Drea forced them back open, sliding her knee in between her thighs, pressing against her core. A broken moan came from the blonde, and Drea kissed her.

“I dont care,” she said, hovering right above Eleanor. “That’s kind of the point, Ellie. This is what I want.”

She pressed her leg into Eleanor’s cunt harder, smirking against her lips when she felt her hips unconsciously grind up against her. She leaned down, sucking marks from Eleanor’s jaw down to her neck and chest, hands squeezing her ass to guide her hips. She forced the blonde to hump her leg, driving her closer to orgasm, her nails cutting into Eleanor’s skin and making her bleed.

The blonde was gasping for air, her moans and whimpers the only sounds in the room as Drea drove her closer and closer to orgasm.

“S-s-stop, please,” Eleanor whimpered, hips stuttering against her thigh, trying to keep herself from coming. “Dre, please!”

Eleanor’s body tensed, trembling all over as Drea ground her hips down again, this time forcing the girl’s orgasm. She cried out as she came, shaking underneath the brunette like a leaf.

But Drea didnt let up.

Eleanor’s whimpers turned to sobs, her pleas into half-garbled noises, her body trembling non-stop.

Honestly, Drea had no idea how many times she’d wrung an orgasm from Eleanor’s already exhausted body, definitely too many for one person without a break. But her goal wasn’t to make the blonde feel good, it was a message, a reminder that she would never forget.

Her mouth was on the other girl’s shoulder now, teeth digging into her skin so hard it was bleeding, marking her like she was property.

Her fingers were buried to the knuckle, four of them, inside Eleanor, her thumb rubbing her clit.

A full-body shudder told Drea she had come again, followed by a full-on sob from her.

Drea smirked into the skin of her neck, digging her fingers into the spongy part of her pussy, pressing down on her clit hard enough that Eleanor’s hips jerked away. The blonde’s chest was moving up and down, frantically trying to push air into her lungs.

She kept fucking her, fingers pushing deeper with each thrust, thumb utterly abusing her clit.

Eleanor’s face was wrecked, eyes shut, tears falling down her cheeks, snot bubbling in her nose. Her mouth opened and closed, gasping for air and trying to plead for an end to this.

Drea kept going.

Her teeth released their grip on her neck, and she drifted down to settle in between Eleanor’s legs.

Even in the dim light of the room, she could see how flushed and wrecked her pussy was, clit swollen from overstimulation, but she was still clenching around the fingers inside of her.

Another thrust, and Eleanor was coming again, and this time, Drea fucked into her hard enough to make her orgasm right after she came down, then a third time, before she pulled her hand out.

Eleanor gasped for air once the fingers were out, her entire body shuddering, flushed and sensitive from how many times she’d come.

Drea wiped her hand off on Eleanor’s face, cooing at the fucked-out look in her eyes. She rolled off the bed, walking over towards the bag she had brought.

Eleanor’s sobs were the only sound in the room, her desperate cries so pitiful Drea almost pitied her.

Almost.

“I’m almost done with you, Nora,” she said, rummaging though the bag. “Just one last little gift I got for you.”

She knew the other girl was probably too out of it to even comprehend Drea was talking, but she didnt mind.

She found what she was looking for, and brought it back over to the bed, straddling her thighs.

“Look at me, Nora,” she said, and Eleanor’s eyes cracked open. When she saw what Drea was holding, she started crying again.

“Please, no no no, please,” she begged, her normally raspy voice now hoarse and wrecked. “Drea, please, I won-“

Drea shoved the dildo into Eleanor’s mouth, shutting her up and making her gag at the same time.

“Get it nice and wet, Ellie,” she said. “Unless you want it to hurt.”

She fucked her mouth for a few minutes, idly playing with her nipples, until the dildo was covered in spit. She pulled it out, smearing some of the spit on Eleanor’s face.

Then she lined it up with Eleanor’s sore pussy, and pushed the head in.

Eleanor full-on sobbed at that, twisting in her bonds and wriggling her hips to get away from Drea.

She still couldnt move fast enough to avoid it, and her struggling pissed Drea off.

She shoved the entire thing in, in one thrust, delighting at the wail that came from the blonde.

Her fingers were merciless as she rubbed and pulled at Eleanor’s clit, working her up to yet another orgasm, one that ended up taking a half hour to get to.

When it came, Drea pinched her clit between two fingers, hard enough that Eleanor sobbed as she came.

When Drea pulled her fingers away, Eleanor’s legs were trembling so much they were shaking her entire body.

She patted the blonde’s cheek and got up, going to clean her hands off in the bathroom, humming to herself as she did.

When she got back, Eleanor hadn’t moved at all, but her body was no longer trembling.

She was crying quietly, like she didnt want Drea to hear.

Drea returned to the bed, sitting on Eleanor’s stomach. The girl’s breath wheezed out, and Drea chuckled, brushing a single strand of hair off her face. Eleanor flinched, eyes opening and staring right at her.

“You won’t get away with this,” Eleanor said, words still slurred from the drugs. “You won’t.”

Drea smirked from her perch on top of the blonde, tapping her nose. “Yes I will,” she said. “Who’s going to find out?”

“I’ll tell someone, prove you did this to me,” Eleanor said, and Drea laughed.

“And what proof do you have?” She asked. “The messages on your phone, you asking someone to roofie me?” Eleanor’s eyes widened. “Or maybe you’re talking about the Venmo receipt on your account, the exact amount of money you and the guy agreed on for him to drop the pills in my drink?”

“I didn’t drug you,” she spat, and Drea shook her head.

“Well, of course you didn’t,” she said. “You tried, though. Good thing that I saw your messages in time to swap the drinks, before you could drug me and force me into bed with you.”

She saw the moment it clicked for Eleanor, the way her confidence came crumbling apart. Eleanor had, unwillingly, given Drea the perfect way to ensure that she would never be a threat to her again.

“I doubt you want that little rumor to turn into a lawsuit,” she said. “Especially not one that will prove that you’re nothing but a fucked up predator.”

A tear fell down her cheek, and Drea wiped it away, cooing when Eleanor flinched. She cupped the blonde’s cheek, smiling at her.

“Did you learn you lesson, Nora?” She asked.

No answer. Her grip tightened, digging into the little cuts and bruises on her jaw until she whimpered.

“Did you learn your lesson, Nora?”

Eleanor nodded, and Drea shook her head.

“What lesson did you learn, Nora?” She said. “Tell me. Right now.”

The blonde’s throat worked as she swallowed, fingers clenching above her head, pale from the lack of circulation.

“Tell me,” she ordered, digging a nail into her cheek.

“I won’t fuck with you,” she whispered, eyes closed as she spoke. “Ever again.”

Drea’s fingernail drew blood.

“Look at me.”

Those blue eyes cracked open, dulled by both the drugs in her system and the torment she had been through. They locked onto Drea’s, and Eleanor spoke.

“I won’t fuck with you ever again,” she said.

Drea considered the words for a minute, then nodded. She released her grip on Eleanor’s jaw, rising to her knees and hopping off the bed.

“Good girl,” she said. She picked up the scissors from the ground and put them on Eleanor’s stomach, waving goodbye.

“Good luck getting out of this,” she said. “I’ll see you at school on Monday!”

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