A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

The Lab

"Maybe they could watch us?" Beth murmured, winking.

Mac suddenly sped up, gripping the steering wheel. Beth sighed and sat up, pulling the wife beater on. She laid her head back against the seat, staring out the window.

Finally they arrived in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. Nothing except a cave, slightly hidden in the red rocks. Mac parked the truck and hopped out, gritting his teeth the entire time. Beth hopped out too, jumping a little as the burning hot desert rock touched her feet.

"C'mon. Since yer such a horny little slut, Luke and Mike will love to get their hands on you." Mac growled.

"Baby, I'm only hungry for you." Beth said, biting her lip.

"Whatever." He growled. "Let's go, hurry up."

Beth quickly followed him into the cave, and it was pitch black. She could tell Mac was far ahead of her by his footsteps. He seemed to know this path very well and was walking with quick and easy steps. While Beth was struggling to make it three feet without falling.

Eventually, after what seemed like an hour of stumbling, falling, and shuffling through the dark, Beth finally saw the light. She gratefully stepped into the flood of yellow light. But an awful stench filled the air. She coughed in response, covering her mouth and nose with her hand. Suddenly she saw Mac coming over with a gas mask on, and one in his hand. Before she could say anything, Mac ripped her hand away from her face and secured the mask to her face.

"Don't take this off until I say so." He growled. His voice was muffled by the mask, but be understood. She nodded and followed him into the cave, glancing around at the different bottles and tubes of stuff. Two other guys were crouched over something, working hard and carefully adding different liquids. They had gas masks on, too. One of the guys was taller than the other one, and he was dressed in grey sweats and a wife beater, and had his red hair cut in a crew cut style. The other guy had longer dark brown hair and was wearing a jumpsuit similar to Mac's. Beth remained at the doorway, watching the other guys brew. She felt shy now, what with new people. Oh god, what if Mac let's them fuck me? Why'd I have to be a horny slut? Why do I want Mac?

"Luke, Mike. How're things coming along?" Mac demanded, stepping away from Beth. Beth swallowed a bit, shuffling until her back hit the rock wall.

"Good, good. Almost done." The tall one stated. The short one turned around, and Beth could tell his eyes were on her.

"Who's the new meat?" He asked, pointing at her.

"Beth." Mac muttered, glancing back at her. "She's been pretty fucking horny too."

"Ooh, how about after this we can have a round, eh?" The tall one stated, glancing over his shoulder at her. Beth whimpered a little and tried to back away further, but it was as far as she could go.

"Maybe. Now shut the hell up and get to work." Mac growled, walking over to Beth. She shrank away from him. "Still hungry for me?" He demanded.

"N-no." She mumbled, shaking her head quickly.

"Then quit acting like it around me. If you're horny, then come down here. These men will fuck you for nothing." He growled, before turning away and heading back to the lab, grabbing some liquid and adding it to the concoction that Luke and Mike were working on. Beth sat down where she was, glancing around. She knew this was a cave of some sort, and she had an idea that they were cooking meth. She noticed that the shorter one, Luke, kept glancing over his shoulder at her. She swallowed every time, and held her legs tightly closed. She needed to get away from Luke.

She got up and carefully walked over to Mac, keeping her distance. "M-Mac?" She mumbled.

"What?" He snapped, turning his head to face her.