9. February 14 - Hour 5
Visceral fear ramps up in my chest with every single second that passes. I have no idea what’s going to happen next. Yes, I asked for this. Yes, I described what I wanted. But nothing compares to the reality of actually being here, of having my body used and knowing that it isn’t over yet.
Biting into the gag, I just wait. Because it’s all I can do. Wait for whatever onslaught of sensations I’m going to have next.
“You’re such a slut. How many people have stuck their cock in your ass? It’s begging to be taken.”
I tense. Those fingers before had only been a prelude. This is going to be a dick, hard and big inside me. This will be true violation, someplace untouched by anyone before—even me. My breathing rapidly increases.
“You’re going to take it in the ass, and you’re going to beg for me to never stop.” A slap cracks against my butt cheek. But the pain barely even registers because all I can think about is what’s coming next.
The egg inside me vibrates again, reminding me it’s still there. I’m going to feel so full. I lock onto that concept and bring it to the forefront of my mind. It’ll be like having two cocks in me at once—I’ve always dreamed of that. The fingers are back, circling my butthole and then pushing in.
“You’re ready for me.”
It’s fast. I cry out as their cock pushes into my ass and fills me.
The burn is so intense, and it stings my eyes.
I can barely catch my breath as my body adjusts to the intrusion—if it’ll ever manage to do that.
Whoever this is has a huge cock, they must have, even though I haven’t seen it.
Because I feel like my ass is going to split open.
“That’s it, bitch.” Their hand connects to my ass again, jiggling it from the force of the hit.
They move out and shove their cock back in. My shoulders hit the pillory, pressing hard into the wood. The legs of the pillory shake from the intensity of the push, but the thrusts don’t stop. The vibration in my cunt increases.
I clench my eyes shut, trying to force the pain from my mind and focus on what feels good, but there’s nothing behind the pain of that dick in my ass, no lube, not enough stretching, and ramming over and over again as if they have no care in the world for my own pleasure.
“You deserve this.” Another slap to my ass. Then they reach around my hip and pinch my clit hard.
I cry out again, my knees giving out, but that only makes my ass hurt even more. I push back up on my toes to try and stop it or at least ease it a little. Nothing seems to make a difference. Panic settles into my chest, working its way into my throat to the point I’m nearly hyperventilating.
“You’re a dirty cheater.”
Cold rushes through me. I am a cheater. I willingly asked someone to take me and fuck me, knowing full well I’m married. Tears prick my eyes as the guilt and shame settle in the top of my chest.
“A cheating whore. How many times will you let someone other than Reik touch you?”
They pinch my clit again. My knees go weak, but this time from a wave of pleasure that courses through me and shoots straight to my nipples and back down again.
Fuck, why did that feel so damn good? I groan in frustration, wanting to move away from the pain and toward the pleasure all at the same time.
“You’re filthy for your thoughts.”
Another pinch.
I rock into it, needing more of that. I want more of it.
I never want that to stop. My ass must be bleeding.
I swear I feel juices or blood sliding down the insides of my thighs.
A groan leaves my throat, impossible to stop.
My head spins from all the sensations at once, fraught with the inability to focus on just one.
“You’re here to betray the ultimate trust.”
Tears slip away from me, falling to the floor.
I shake my head. No, that’s not what I’m doing.
I just want to be loved, to feel like I matter to someone.
Because fuck it, I don’t get that with Reik.
I never really have. I married him because it was expected of me and safe, but that was the only reason.
The ultimate trust I broke was in myself, and not believing myself when I wanted to get out when I could, when I wanted to be able to run away.
The salty demons dripping from my eyes aren’t because I’m cheating on my husband. They’re because I broke something in myself well before I got here tonight. And I just want it back.
“Cheater.”
They ram into me hard, splitters digging into my shoulders.
“Slut. Whore. Disgusting.”
Each word is punctuated with a thrust, a pushing of their body into mine, and a pinch to my clit, a buildup to some alternative reality that I’ve been seeking and never able to find.
I gasp around the gag, barely able to keep my breath up with what I need.
My vision is blurry, and my head spins with dizziness.
My knees keep going weak like I’m going to faint, but I work to keep myself upright.
Because they’re not wrong.
I want this.
I need this.
I deserve this.
Instead of pulling away with each thrust, I push my hips back, taking as much of their cock into me as I can.
The pinches morph to a flick and a swipe, and the shift is so sudden that I nearly collapse from the arousal that pools in my body.
A hand under my hips keeps me upright. Holding my breath, I take everything I’m given.
Then everything stops.
Breathing heavily, I’m alone. They’re gone. They’re not touching me. Cold rushes through my body as if I’ve been doused with a bucket. What the hell happened?
My head is wrenched up by my hair, but I still can’t see their face. God, I want to, so badly.
“You’re a fucking slut, and you only cum for me when I tell you to. Got it?”
I nod. If I could speak, I would.
They slap my face, my teeth rattling.
“Cum. Now.”
My orgasm pulses through me. My toes curl into the cement, my hips push forward. I clench my eyes shut just trying to keep upright, but I can’t. It feels so fucking good. Everywhere. All over me. I can’t escape it. Not that I’d ever want to.