Chapter 31 God, Men are Stupid #2
At first, he didn’t move. I focused all my energy on keeping my ass as wide open as possible, but her consistency was killing me, the flicking and sucking.
She forced me to anticipate every move, then delivered right on time so my anticipation and satisfaction grew exponentially.
He lost patience and thrust into me slowly.
I wrinkled my eyebrows in sweet anguish.
This was so dirty, yet my pussy swam in thick unadulterated pleasure.
I tightened more and more around the girth of him as he slid in and out no matter how much my walls sizzled inside. His first moan reminded me of what Sir said, that I would learn to come at the sound of his first moan. The thought pushed me to the other side. My pussy quaked around his cock.
He fucked me with all his strength while moaning, groaning, and whimpering, and I remembered Sir more and more in his beautiful nakedness, his green eyes, the way he caressed my cheek so gently. I tried not to come, feeling like I was a nuclear bomb wanting to explode.
“Not yet, dirty slave, not yet.”
Oh my God … I wasn’t breathing. He lifted my leg farther, the one that was on the rope, holding it straight up so I grew tighter. The beginning of a whimper escaped me, but he let it go, too distracted by fucking me to punish me.
“Fuck yeah. Get tighter.” Every thrust meant a leak of hot acid from my ass.
“You must be squeezing hard, slave, you’re leaking all over my cock. I guess we’ll burn together.”
It’s burning too much. Please. Please. Please, God, let this man come!
I panted, sounding like nothing better than a disgusting bitch.
I couldn’t help the tears that formed and fell on her, but still, she hardly even blinked.
Then I realized she’d disconnected. Good for her.
My thighs cramped. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Now! Come now.”
He thrust into me at an animalistic speed. My entire body quaked out of control as wave after wave of extreme pleasure coursed through me. Both my holes fluttered violently. Please let me scream. Please!
With how she sucked at my clit, I felt I was going to pee.
“Tonight, I’m going to put a baby inside you and then I’ll buy you.” His cock twitched and engorged inside me, expanding me. He embraced me and released a long roar, coming. But she never stopped. The pressure built in my clit, then my juices splattered on her face.
I’m so sorry.
He laughed so hard he released me, letting me fall and choke.
“You squirted without me demanding it? Because I was coming inside you? He might’ve killed you himself.
” Everything was so much more intense while choking—the pulsing in my pussy, the burning in my ass, the way my juices built pressure in my clit, then burst. The girl sat on her shins, staring at the ground while I choked in front of her.
The world darkened. Foam slipped from my mouth as I struggled against the rope.
By the time he dismounted me from the ropes, I only felt what he was doing, half conscious. He laid me on the cold floor while I coughed, and pulled out whatever was inside my butt. I was on my belly, with the throbbing of my feet and leg muscles keeping me awake.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded upon returning, and I obeyed. A tasteless powder was placed on my tongue. They snorted the powder. What had he given me?
Like a hit from behind, my heart hammered, my exhaustion disappeared, and I could hear every breath and feel every speck of dust under me.
“Come here.” Like some clueless puppy, her eyes looked up at him.
“Hold her cheeks open.” She was merciless, yanking my butt cheeks wide open.
There was a snapping sound, then three of his fingers entered me, rubbing against every open wound in my ass.
I winced and stiffened at the torture. He was wearing gloves.
With time, he inserted one more finger, then swirled his hand again and again.
“Do you remember me now, slave? Do you remember how hard you came every time I did this to you?” he asked with his fist deep inside me, stretching every wound and tearing them even more wide open.
The nightmare came back to me. “He’s not here to keep you from me anymore. He’s goooonnnnne. Dead.” His hand pumped into me as the words made me lose my mind. All my hope of surviving this place disappeared.
Sir was dead? No! Noooooooooo!
At first, the wail got stuck in my throat, but with his fist deep inside me, I couldn’t control myself. His cruelty, his words had broken me.
I clawed myself forward, but everywhere I went, he followed. It became a game for him, laughing at my desperation. She would mimic him to gain his approval. I was stuck in a psychotic horror movie.
“Your ass feels so hot and tight.”
I wanted to die, but not like this because I was sure it would only satisfy him even more.
He yanked his fist out, leaving me cramping. My insides felt raw, out of place, empty, and broken. I gagged several times and placed my arm under my belly, trying to settle the anguish. It felt as if he’d torn my intestines apart and they were rocking inside me.
“Woo-hoo! What a fucking party!” he yelled as he walked out of the bathroom, then paced the room while clapping. “Doesn’t it look pretty?” he asked her.
I held my breath while staring at her, afraid what he’d do next.
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Why couldn’t you look that pretty for me?” he asked her.
“I’m so sorry, sir.” I watched her go from being truthfully amused to that cringeworthy, almost inaudible voice. It was sad, but the pain didn’t let me think. I was so confused. She’d obeyed him. Why was she shrinking away from him? Was I missing something?
My heart hammered as if I’d been running a twenty-mile marathon. I truly feared I’d die of a heart attack.
“Now for the grand finale.”
What was he talking about? I prayed he wouldn’t touch me, because I couldn’t even move.
He walked around, grabbing something from his clothes, but I stared into the abyss, too tired and helpless to do anything. Suddenly, I felt what I thought to be a bug on my temple, so I lifted my hand to scratch at it, only to discover it was the barrel of a gun.
“Now … little whore. Pick up the knife …” After the fall, the knife clattered on the ground. “And stab her.”
A knife? He brought a knife? The excitement rolled through me, igniting an energy I didn’t think I possessed anymore.
I took hold of the handle and enjoyed feeling it, tightening my grip on it.
It felt like an emotional reacquaintance with a friend I hadn’t seen in too long.
I cloaked my sudden burst of true euphoria from him.
This man was an idiot. Or maybe that was the point. He thought I would enjoy stabbing her. I took a peek at the girl who was now extremely pale and forming the word no with her lips while slowly shaking her head and inching away from me. When I smiled at her, her eyes bugged out with fear.
“I said stab her!” he yelled, pressing the gun to my temple until it hurt.
There was a click. I had no choice but to kill her.
I tried my hardest not to, but a little bit of a smile crept at the corner of my mouth.
I closed my eyes, focused on the aching of my hips, legs, toes, wrists, pussy, and ass, on how he just tortured and raped me.
I had no choice, Sir was gone.
God, men are so fucking stupid.
Since I was still lying down, he’d had to bend down to reach my head with the gun.
Slowly, I rose. Every muscle in my body sent currents of excruciating pain, but my legs and feet were the worst for wear.
I knew if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to stand.
I rolled my eyes to the side, trying to see him.
Squeezing the handle of the knife comforted me, like a teddy bear comforted a child.
I remembered a knife I had before all this.
It was so beautiful. Much prettier than this one, but at least this one promised me everything was going to be okay.
I dragged myself toward her with the gun on my temple.
We cornered her. While acting like I was hesitating killing her, I looked at her one more time, then back at him again.
“Did I not make myself clear? You have five seconds.”
Oh good, we’re going to count. In my head I sang, “It’s the final count down.”
“One … two … three … four … five—”
The warm blood sprayed out of his neck, and a bright-red river rained down. The second he squeezed the trigger, I threw myself out of the way.
BOOM!
The sound deafened me and all I heard was the high-pitched BEEEEEEEEEEP.
The gun and his body fell. He covered the wound with his palm, but the blood quickly seeped through his fingers as he choked.
I felt something leaking out of my ear. The sound had broken my eardrum. Another part of my body hurting.