26. My Ruin
Chapter twenty-six
My Ruin
Julian
Astoria is like nothing I’ve ever encountered–a creature from another dimension meant to ruin me in every way possible. Just when I think she’s become an iridescent empty shell, ready for me to bend to my every will, she runs and fights me. Christ, the fear in her eyes when she thought she was dying. Part of me wants to kill her just to see it again, but she’s too fun to lose to death and her holes are too perfect for my cock. I don’t fuck dead things. Not my jam.
She isn’t aware that I know how much she enjoyed it because the words she screamed today are the same she spouted as she came in my examination room while I fingered her.
It’s been a torturous couple of weeks, lying next to her naked body without touching her day and night. I risked impregnating her, having her fight me like a rabid cat, to get the edge off. She’ll never understand how addicting it is to hear and feel her begging and crying all while coming. The fact that she was willing to let me fuck her ass to prevent me impregnating her... I would laugh if it wasn’t turning me on again.
She elbows me, wanting to get out from under me. I chuckle and pin her down. “Don’t get up baby, there are more chances of fertilization if you stay lying down.”
I roll off her, catching my breath while she tries to catch hers. The memory of how much she fought to prevent it is like a drug, calming everything that’s me. It’s dominating her until she submits so much she has no choice but to come, the pain all over her. She’s staring at the grass, away from me, her tears trailing down her face, looking magical. I give her time.
I know what she’s thinking. She’s thinking if she makes it to the forest, she’ll escape and she’s not wrong. I just have a few yards of pine trees to cover the view.
“How long have you had me here?” she asks without looking my way.
“Six months,” I answer while looking up at the clear sky, then I hear her breath tremble.
She gets up and walks toward the forest. Obviously, she’s not all in her head, which is understandable after learning how long I've had her. I let her take a few steps. It’s not like she can get that far in her state. With how hard I fucked her, she’s not even walking right. Without rushing, I follow her and catch up.
“Astoria, stop being ridiculous.”I pull her arm and turn her toward me.
“Please, let me go. Please. I just want to live my life.” Her big, pleading eyes are almost enough to break my non-existent heart. I pull her to me, cradle her head in my arms.
“Shh… I am your life now.”
At first, she does nothing, but then she pulls away and the catfight restarts.
“Stop fighting me!” I yell, but she doesn’t listen. She’s in a zone, as if she can’t hear me and continues. “Astoria, stop it. You’re testing my patience.”
My elation from the fuck is replaced by annoyance at all her scratching and biting. I drag her all the way back into the house, lock the door while she’s screaming and making me bleed with her scratching. When I walk down the hall and open the door to the basement, she hangs on to the wall, screeching, “No. Don’t take me back. Don’t take me back. Julian. No!”
“You’ve forgotten how bad it can be–”
“That’s not true.”
I lift each one of her fingers from the wall, snatch her and the door closes behind us, getting darker and cooler as I step further down. Just like the first night, she hangs on to me like a monkey, shaking, her eyes shut tight. That night, she fainted from the pain. I’m not sure how I’ll make her get off me if it doesn’t happen again.
“Julian, don’t do this. I’ll be good. I promise. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. Please.”Her supplications make me smile. Even when I step into her cell, she still holds onto me.
“Let go, Astoria.”
Her teeth are chattering. “I can’t.”
I grab the collar and lock it on her.
“Please. Don’t leave me alone. Please.”It's gorgeous, the way her words tremble so violently.
“Shh… you need this, little bird,” I whisper into her ear.
She kisses my cheek. “Fuck me.” Her hand finds my hard dick and undoes my pants. “I’m yours. I’ll do anything.”
When her warm hand jerks my cock, my eyes flutter close. This never does it for me. All the other willing girls I’ve fucked never do shit for me. I come, sure, but it’s not the same intensity, just barely takes the edge off. In those cases, I have to imagine raping or killing them to get there.
“Suck my tit, Julian. I need it.”
I take it in my mouth and suck like there’s no tomorrow. Astoria arches her back. Her cry fills the cell. I kiss her down her midsection and spit on her pussy, then spread it to her asshole. Instead of stopping me, again her back arches, her legs open wide. She looks so fucking delicious under the dim light.
“Turn over.”
She obeys me. I let my pants and underwear fall and fuck her pussy while fingering her ass. “You’re mine?”
“I’m yours, Julian. I’m yours. Please… don't leave me here.”
Her cunt feels like glory, hot and as tight as a fucking virgin. There’s no way it doesn’t hurt to take all of me so deep. Her muscles must be sore. I stop and spit on her again. It falls right where my thumb is fingering her. I push it in and she fucks me while screaming. It’s an animalistic speed and volume. When she exhausts herself, I yank it out.
“Please don’t leave me.”
“You’re mine?” I ask while looking at the side of her face as she looks toward the bathroom on her right while speaking to me.
“I’m yours. I swear.”
“Show me. Spread your cheeks for me.”
Her breath trembles, and she hesitates, but eventually obeys. She’s so scared that I could eat her terror. I spit into my palm and spread it on my dick, then slowly slip it into her ass, watching the rim of it spread around me, resist, choking me and taking me.
“Open wide for me, my little dirty slut.” I can feel her baring down to gape for me. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I praise through my teeth.
She’s trying so hard that she’s not even breathing and I can feel her shaking. I grab onto her hair, pulling it so her neck is arched all the way back.
“Go ahead, show me how much you like it. Fuck it.”
She swings back and forth on the dingy mattress. The jerking is inexplicable.
“Deeper, pretty bird!”
When she tries to take more of me, a scream rips out of her and she stops. A delicious, helpless, racking sob pours out of her.
“Julian! I can’t!” she wails.
I pin her down and fuck her deeper. She loses control, her ass puckers, squeezing my cock. The pain and fear force her to pull away. It’s everything I needed. “That’s it, baby. Take it.”
My cock is only halfway inside her, but it’s fucking glorious. I keep thrusting into her and she gasps before her body swallows me deeper. Even I get overwhelmed by the amazing sensation. Her hips bounce again, crashing against my pelvis.
“Julian. Oh my god–!” she squeals and milks my cock. “F-Fu-–ck,” she keeps repeating at every thrust and squeeze. I push deeper and she screams again, but this time it’s out of pleasure. I’m almost balls deep inside her, feeling my body tensing. I think of baby vomit and dirty diapers and push back my climax.
“So… fucking… good. You like taking me up your ass, pretty bird?”
“Mm-hm,” she nods, the thick tear tracks on her cheek contrasting with her lie.
“Such a dirty little whore.” Her hole spasms, almost squeezing the life out of me.
I push all the way and don’t wait or slow down, ramming into her like an animal, not caring if I break her now tiny body. She screams into the mattress, shaking, running away, pushing me so close.
“You like it?”
She nods and muffles her weeping. I know she’s lying. I know I’m hurting her. But I need something more to get there. “Call me Daddy.”
“Julian, no!”
I laugh as she pulls more, climbing the metal railing backboard. “Say it.”
"Julian–"
“Say it!”
“Daddy. Daddy, please come. Please. It’s too good, Daddy, please.”
“Yeah? You like it when I fill your asshole with my hot come?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes. Please. I beg you.”
I jolt and gush into her, sweat trailing down all of my body. She pulls away, in a hurry to have me out of her.
I get up, pick up my clothes, and walk towards the door. By the time she notices what I’m doing, it’s too late.
“You’re an excellent actress, little bird, but I don’t believe you.”
She falls off the bed and tries to crawl after me, but I close the door behind me and leave. The hysterical screams and the clanking of her chain echo through the entire basement, all the way to the second to last door.