16. Scream Night
Chapter sixteen
Scream Night
Julian
She lost it after I last forced myself on her. That's why I knocked her out the next night, when I needed to fuck her. I've been starving for her for three months, waiting for her to heal. Her attempt to escape still amuses me. I'm also proud of her for trying so hard, my smart little bird.
It was so hot when she practically told me to go to hell after the last appointment. But then she allowed that idiot to touch her. Yes, I watched every minute of it, and jacked off to it too. She looked and screamed like a goddess. And I could never deny how beautiful she looks and sounds while getting fucked, but only one living cock is allowed in those holes.
I know she was thinking of me. That's the only reason she's still breathing. If only she knew that I've never been this patient with anyone else. She knows that she is mine. She has already seen the consequences of my wrath, so none of what I'm about to do tonight is my fault. I'm done trying to be patient.
I chose tonight as our special night, because I'd be damned if that guy ever touches her again but also, it's the final day of the semester. This means that the college kids will run through the streets screaming and partying, breaking glass bottles, sometimes destroying public property. That's how it gained the name, scream night . There's an additional statistic why this night is famous. Rape cases shoot through the roof every year on this night, near the school. With all the commotion, no one can hear the victims screaming for help.
I'm right outside her door when I take a peek at her through the camera feed on my phone. She just took a shower and put on pajamas that hug her body. When I unlock the front door with my copy of the key, and walk in, I purposefully leave it open, squeaking.
“Hello?” The street lights brighten her face as she walkout of her bedroom towards the door. My cock hardens at the sight of those big round black eyes and lips, that long black silky mane. The sound of a glass bottle crashing, startles her and she screams like a skittish cat then covers her mouth before rushing to close the door.
"Fuck," she cusses, leaning on the door, trying to catch her breath.
This is what I've done to her. Even after all these weeks, she's on edge 24/7. Astoria lets out a long breath of relief.Looking around, she doesn’t catch sight of me because I’m in a dark corner, dressed and painted all in black. She chastises herself, probably thinking she left it unlocked and the wind blew it open. I wait until she's almost back in the hallway that leads to her bedroom before pushing the lamp. The crashing sound mixes with her gasp when she turns and finally sees me. At first, the shock has her mouth hanging open, then she shakes her head, trying to deny reality. Silence. Then a screech rips out of her as I slowly take a couple of steps toward her. I'm sure the grin on my face terrifies her.
“Oh little bird, I warned you so many times..."
She runs into the hallway, away from me, not knowing that’s exactly where I want her to go. Within seconds, she's at the back door, trying to push it open, shaking the knob she just unlocked. She slams her body into it but it just won't open enough for her to get out. That's because I nailed planks of wood to it outside. There is no way out. For a few seconds she turns, finding me leaning against a corner of the hall, blocking her from the front door. “What the fuck? Someone help me!”she screams while punching at the door with frustration and desperation. "Help!"
I fake a laugh that freezes her. "I gave you a preview of what happens when you piss me off. And still, it only took you three months to forget that you're mine! " The last word thunders out of me with my infinite rage, and I hear her helpless whimper.
"Julian…"
“Are you ready, little bird?”A smile spreads on my lips as I listen to her hyperventilating, and watch her slowly accept her doom, turning to face me again. I can't get enough of the terror she's emanating. I'm two feet away from her when she starts trying to melt into the wooden door. The scent of lavender radiating from her is almost enough to calm me, almost. My eyes sweep from hers to her thick, quivering lips. I bite mine, dying to want to taste hers.
I lean forward to whisper, “I’m not gonna lie, baby, it’s gonna hurt, really fucking bad. But it will never hurt as much as watching you fucking someone else.” Then I yell, "You broke my fucking heart!"
"I'm sorry–"
"Sorry?" I grab her by the nape and slam her forehead against the wall. The impact breaks the skin and she falls back.
“Fuck,” she whispers while wincing, clearly discombobulated. Slowly, she inspects with her hands the wetness on her forehead only to discover it's blood.
"Oh. Did that hurt, baby? I'm sorry," I mock and laugh.
Her mild confusion gives me the chance to wrap my hand around her neck. She tries to scratch away my shaking hand. My dick is throbbing because of the masterpiece before me. Slowly, I squeeze tighter and push her down so that she's kneeling, staring up at me with pleading eyes full of tears and fear. I bite my bottom lip while unbuckling my belt, then unbutton my pants. In the one second I blink away from her, she punches me in my balls. The pain takes my breath away, but Astoria is more essential to me than air, and worth a lifetime of pain. I recover before she's crawled out of the hall, and pull her ankle, making her fall.
"No! N–o!" she screeches, drawing another laugh out of me as I drag her on the floor back to me.
She kicks at me, landing a few hits, but nothing will keep me away from her. I'm high on the rage, numb to all pain she could possibly cause me. My body is flat covering hers, while she wastes her energy flailing, fighting, and trying to escape. I know why she likes these pajamas, the fabric is soft, thin cotton. My dick lies on the valley of her hot ass. Fuck, the comfort, so delicious. I'm at the gates of heaven. I wrap my belt around her neck, loop it and pull until the metal is digging into the side of her neck. It at least shuts her up. She's tries to loosen it so she can breathe.
"I love that you're such a fighter."
I am so hard for her, so fucking hard. Rage and desperation keep alternating and mixing in her eyes, cheeks, lips, even her eyebrows. It's all over her. I pin her chest to the floor with one hand while holding the belt with the other, moving up between her legs, ignoring her kicking.Eventually her eyes roll back with the lack of oxygen. Her fighting slows. I release the belt and allow her to take in a few breaths.
Astoria can’t see me taking out the two blade knives from my pockets. I lick my lips, impatient to see how she reacts to this, to see her bleed more. When I lift my weight off her, she does exactly as I predicted, she flattens both her palms on the floor to raise herself, ready to bolt but I push the knife through her right hand to the wooden floor. My cock throbs at the feel of the knife going through the thickness of her skin, the meat of her hand all the way to the other side, burying the tip in the wood.
At first, there's only her panting, no other sound. She’s too shocked about being impaled to know what to do or say. That’s fine. I grab her other hand and she screams right before I do the same to it. She tries to move but can’t because of the pain. Short puffs of air come out of her mouth while accessing how much pain any movement causes her. I know she's about to freak out when her breathing trembles.
“Oh, Astoria. Truth is, I should thank you. I’ve been holding back so much, my beautiful little bird. Now you’ll see the real me.”
“No.”
“Yes, baby. Don’t you see? It’s time. Your subconscious knew it even before me.”
“Julian! Please! It hurts!” she sobs.
“I know it does, baby. Don’t worry. I’ve hardly masturbated since I last touched you. I won’t take long.”
I yank at her pants and panties but they are so tight they get stuck around her knees. With the pull, her entire body tugs back, the knives probably cutting more of her hands. She lets out a scream that makes my inner ear throb and then it dissolves into a violent sob.
“Please don’t do this. Please. Let’s talk.”
I chuckle at her whispers.
“These pajamas are too tight on you, baby.” I pull again, and she lets out another scream. I can't help laughing. Euphoria fills every vein in my body. I am finally going to get to do everything I’ve dreamed of with my little bird.
I stand, get my phone, a ball-gag, and the bottle of lube from the backpack I dropped by the entrance, lean them against the wall, then undress. The lube is for me. I don’t want my dick to feel as if it has rug burn after I’m done with her. She turns her neck to look back up at me and swallows. When I try to wrap the ball-gag around her face she tries to avoid it by moving her face. “No! Don’t touch me. Don’t–”
“If you don’t let me do what I want, I’ll stab your feet too, Astoria. So take the gag and open your legs for me.”
“Julian, please. I didn’t know.” There's a pitch to her weeping that does something to my heart, but I ignore it, like always.
Her butt cheeks redden with the first smack and she opens her legs. I push the gag into her mouth and tie it around the back of her head. The belts have metal spikes to hurt her cheeks. More muffled wailing screams fly through the hallway. I smile at the delicious sight of the many tear trails wetting her face, and the sound of her heavy terrified breathing.
I squeeze almost half a bottle’s worth of lube on her asshole, then spread some on my hard cock. While jerking it, I manage to push some of the lube into her ass with my thumb. At first it’s next to impossible to push my cock into her and I even get irritated because it keeps slipping out. Her body is so rigid, trying to keep her tiny hole closed. She’s trying to block me and it’s working. At the slightest progress of me pushing it past the entry, she screeches, successfully tightening the hole more, and pushing my cock out again. It’s too little for the girth of me.Finally, I Iose all patience and empathy. The scream is long, loud, and rolls into a tortured sob when I push my cock with all my strength, she arches her neck up, unable to take the pain, running away.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
It’s so snug that there’s almost no pleasure, but then as I slide out of her slippery passage and come back in, her scream fills the hallway. After a few plunges, my eyes flutter, listening to her, feeling the vibrations of her racking cry and trembling body on my choking cock. I wonder how long is it going to take for her to realize that the harder she screams, the tighter her hole gets and therefore the more it hurts. I groan at the thought. The gag hardly muffles the sound of her. The neighbors raise the volume of their music. That’s when I remember to press play on the song on my phone, The Best of You by the Foo Fighters. I thought it was very appropriate for tonight. Sue me.
I stop and wait for her to relax, to get used to me. Instead, she squeezes me so much, it hurts. She’s a hysterical, blubbering mess. Her face is red and there’s saliva falling from her mouth mixing with the blood on the floor. Already, she’s losing her voice. I pull her hair back so that I can see her from above and fuck her little virgin hole at a faster pace using short thrusts to train it to take me. It’s sizzling hot because of her body temperature but also the friction of her trembling walls. Her ass jerks me more and more. I can’t help it, I fuck her like an animal, enjoying every inch of my dick she touches, every tear, every shake, every scream and how she’s trying to avoid breaking down but failing.
“Fuck yeah,” I say through my teeth when her walls relax a little, taking me. “That’s it little bird, that’s it. Thank you for making me do this to you. So–fuc–king–good!”
She screams, trying to say something but I ignore her, thrusting my cock into her full force, making all of her bob with every collision and soon the lube and her blood make that sweet churning sound I love. With my eyes closed, I focus on the feel of her squeezing me with extreme force and my cock defying it by easily slipping in and out of her. It doesn’t escape me at all that every time I make her body bob with the crashing of my pelvis against her cheeks, her hand wounds widen. I want to last long enough for her to come from what is now the worst night of her life.
I release her hair, allowing her cheek to rest in the pool of blood between her hands, bite my bottom lip and moan at the pleasure of her jerking me so hard. The song plays on repeat. Her mind is not in this world. She’s just staring at the wall, blinking with the occasional tear coming out.I spread her cheeks to watch my dick plunge into her a few times before I take it all out to see her now gaping hole. My spit wets her, making it even more delicious. Soon after, her eyes widen with horror, pulling the biggest smile out of me. I can feel it. She's going to come. She is panting and moaning louder with every plunge, her body tensing and coiling around my cock.
“Let me hear you sing for me, little bird.”
Her great effort to keep silent, trying to defy me, fails miserably, widening my smile. I know when her eyes roll back closed and her whimper hits that certain high pitch that she's close. She can’t resist coming for me. I watch her as she climaxes, milking me and screaming so hard she looks possessed. Astoria is in the middle of her orgasm, milking my cock with her ass, begging me to come when I pull both of the knives out. She can’t help but widen her hands. I grab them, interlacing my fingers with hers, squeezing them, then lean my head on hers while rocking my pelvis to fuck her without mercy.
“I wish I could hear your full scream, but this is how much you’ve pushed me, Astoria. I hope you’ve learned that you committed the biggest mistake of your life by betraying me. After I killed that piece of shit who took your virginity. After I showed you I would do anything for you!” I grit the word ‘anything’ at the same time I push deep into her, reaching a tighter depth.
My eyes roll close while she holds my dick so deep inside her, listening to her lose her voice from the anguish, feeling her tremble, holding her breath.
Fuck. This is it, the Mt. Everest of my fucking life.
She’s wailing without breathing. Some might call it ugly crying but for me, this is the most beautiful sight. With each thrust, she can’t help but squeeze my hand. It’s a battle between us. She wants me to finish but I continue, not caring if I die or kill her. I wish it could last forever.
Pins and needles fill every part of my tensed body. My heart hammers against my chest and in my ears, and I feel everything that is me sweeping from my head into my balls. Nothing else exists except us, and the way our bodies fit together. She lifts her ass then lets it fall, convulsing against me with a violent orgasm, milking my cock so hard I whimper with every squeeze. The pleasure is indescribable, addicting. My balls tighten. They’re heavy, sensitive, and I can’t hold it, not even for one second longer. I'm moaning with every plunge now.
"Fuck!" I resist praising her for moving and milking me so perfectly.
It rushes through me. My thrusts are violent beyond sanity, chaotic, bathing in the hot pool of my own come in her tight hole. The euphoria is immeasurable.I stop. Fat drops of sweat fall from my forehead while I struggle to catch my breath. My eyes open to the sight of her, collapsed on the floor. Her eyes are open but they are dead.
I finally made her all mine. I yank myself out knowing it will hurt her, wanting a reaction from her, and then open her cheeks again to watch her gaping hole try to pucker as tight as before and fail. My come slips out while the rest of her body rattles.
I turn her over, allowing her to take in the image of me, the man who has just ruined her most forbidden orifice, then take her left breast in my mouth as my fingers flick at her clit. She fights me, pulls away, so I choke her with my left hand, not stopping the squeezing, the sucking, the flicking until her ass hammers against the wooden floor and she faints from the lack of oxygen.
It’s the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life. I have to steady myself and keep from fainting on top of her. Instead, I inject the drug into her carotid artery. I don’t want my little bird to wake until I’m ready, and I have her home.