4 #3
“I just know you’ve got a dirty word in that naughty head of yours right now,” he chuckles, confirming my worry that he can read my mind.
“I bet you did say just a few naughty words, too, growing up. You’ve always been such a little bitch, Cass.
I never thought there was anything in your chest. Just an empty space where your heart should be.
You never even gave me the time of day when we were in high school. ”
“Even if I had a heart, I wouldn’t look twice at a loser like you,” I lash out. “A fucking drug-addled idiot who…”
“You did it again.” He wriggles the knife handle in my pussy, causing me to tense as I try to stay in control of my body.
“Did… what… again?” I grit out.
“You swore, you naughty, naughty girl.” He smirks.
“See, I bet you said some bad words growing up too. Maybe you’re a heartless bitch, but you’re not a frigid one.
There’s a whole lot of heat under that layer of frost.” Another twist of the knife handle, and I squirm.
“The control thing is an act, sweetie. Your daddy trained you well, didn’t he?
He must have punished the shit out of you for even the tiniest little slip-up.
All to make sure you didn’t slip up in other ways.
Guess he didn’t want you to end up frying on the electric chair. Maybe he… enjoyed it, too.”
Another twist of the handle, and I cry out, “Fuck you!”
I’m far past caring about the swearing. And maybe I’m hoping he pumps that handle in me again. The curse words seem to get him excited.
“So, how did your daddy punish you, hmm? Maybe I can be your daddy now.”
“Asshole,” I moan, as he starts to pump the handle inside me again.
“Well, that’s not very polite, Cass.” The thrusts grow deeper and faster, and I forget myself, moaning loudly with each one.
At least I’m not screaming. There’s that.
But I’m also not trying to fight the orgasm anymore. I need it. I need it so much.
“Did he put you over his knee and spank you?” he asks, his every thrust hitting my G-spot. “Did he take your little Chanel skirt off, too? Bare bottom?”
By now, I’m riding the handle, not caring about anything except for the orgasm that’s just seconds away from breaking over me.
“Though maybe you didn’t wear Chanel, back then.
Don’t get embarrassed—he wasn’t your real daddy, was he?
Your real dad got murdered by your mom on the bus that day.
But I know you like to pretend. I know Daddy’s just an old Devil employee who adopted you when you were in the foster care system, months before he brought you to Astley.
Bet he saw you were a killer, and he decided to use you for his own gain. Huh?”
I’d been allowing his words to wash over me, my mind too focused on the approaching orgasm, but now, I stare at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he coos. “Dead girls aren’t allowed to be curious, and that’s what you are. A walking, talking, cumming dead girl. So lay back and enjoy your orgasm. The last one you’ll ever have.”
I guess he’s got a point. I’m too exhausted anyway to try to wrap my head around what he’s just said. Clearly he knows pretty much everything there is to know about me. I’ve never told a soul in Astley that I’m adopted.
“So relax,” he continues, switching up the way he works my pussy so that I remain frustratingly on the verge of orgasm, without tipping over.
“It’s not so naughty if Daddy spanked you on the bare.
You were months away from your eighteenth birthday when he adopted you, and he’s not your real Daddy anyway.
It’s only just a little fucked up, baby. ”
“I never said… he spanked me… on the… bare…” I growl through clenched teeth as he tortures me with his slow, deep pace.
“Didn’t he, though?” Now he speeds up until I’m panting, seeing white from the orgasm that threatens to be the most intense one I’ve ever had. “Don’t lie to me, Cass. I can see right through you.”
A few more intense thrusts, and the orgasm crashes into me, while I practically scream, “Only… after… I turned… eighteen!”
Well, at least I didn’t actually scream. But as I slowly come down from the aftershocks, I see Finn shaking with silent laughter. My cheeks flame, and if I weren’t tied up so helplessly… he’d be dead.
“Fuck you! It was just a punishment. Didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t sexual at all! Not even after I turned eighteen! I don’t have a thing for my dad, if that’s what you’re—stop it! Shut up! Fuck you!”
I’m beside myself in anger, aware that each of my words is only making it worse. I’ve never been more humiliated. Or out of control. I’ve only ever orgasmed on my own, in private. Never during sex. And when I did have sex, I was always the one on top. The leader.
My whole life, I’ve gone out of my way to remain in full control. I never slipped up—ever.
The only times I ever allowed myself to relax were when I lay across Daddy’s lap. Maybe that makes me messed up, maybe it means he’s a pervert, but that’s just how it was, and I won’t let Finn’s mocking taint my memory of Daddy.
But despite my embarrassment, the memory of the old bedtime sessions makes me try to squeeze my thighs together before I remember I’m tied spread-eagled on the bed.
Of course, Finn notices the way my pussy clenches around nothing. His smirk deepens.
“Don’t worry, Cass. I’ll be your Daddy now.” He strokes up and down my cunt. “That is, until I kill you. But Daddy would have done that too.”
“What the… what are you talking about?”
I shake my head, realizing he doesn’t know as much as he says he does. There’s just no way Daddy would ever hurt me, let alone kill me.
“It’s okay, baby. Just relax for me. Maybe I’ll go easy on you if you call me Daddy.”
“Shut up.”
He snorts, still stroking my folds with one finger while the other picks up the remaining weapons, weighing each one. “Well… I guess Daddy didn’t want to put a baby in you. Does that mean he used your other hole? Hmm?”
“What the hell? Pervert!”
My face is beet red and I squeeze my eyes shut—just in case he can tell.
Too late. He’s positively grinning as he chooses the hunting rifle. It’s got a long, smooth, relatively thin barrel—but thick enough, if he’s really planning to stick that up… where I think he is.
“What? Too big for you? Was Daddy’s cock that small?”
“He only ever used his finger!”
Fuck.
Something crazy happens to me then—something that’s never happened since I can remember. A tear squeezes itself out of my eye and rolls down my face.
It’s not fear, or pain, or not wanting him to do everything he’s doing to me. No, this tear is not anything but… pure humiliation.
Finn looks thrilled.
“Oh, baby. It’s okay. It won’t hurt.”
“I don’t… I don’t care… about that!”
The waterworks are on, and I just can’t shut them off. I sniff loudly, trying to hide my head in my arm, but Finn’s hand grips my chin.
“In that case, I’ll make sure it does hurt.”
Despite his evil grin, he squirts some lube onto the tip, coating it in the viscous substance. Then he props a few cushions under my bottom.
But I barely notice the butt of Finn’s rifle as he presses it against my ring of muscle. All this talk of Daddy is getting hard to bear. The truth is, I miss him, and losing my control to Finn forces me to accept that fact.
“I loved him,” I whisper before I can help it, but so quietly that I hope Finn doesn’t hear.
Of course, though, he does.