Chapter 15
Fifteen
Adrian
Her pussy was tight around my fingers, her body stiff, but softening as she welcomed me in. And I could tell from how wet she was, her fluid mixed with my cum, that she wanted this.
Sick bitch.
My resentment for her grew as I shoved three fingers into her hole over and over, smirking as she panted, pushing her thighs wider, giving me better access.
Such a desperate little killer. She was supposed to hate this, hate me, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t let it happen. She wouldn’t let it happen.
I snatched the bottle of cum from the bed and tipped more over her crotch, enjoying the sight of it pouring through the valleys of her.
“Adrian…” she sighed my name, like it would get her what she wanted. I caught her eye and sneered, basking in her surprise, her blush. She was my body to control; she had nothing over me.
I worked her pussy, spreading my fingers out until she was almost ready for another. She writhed, grasping at me, panting and whining. It must have hurt, but that only egged her on.
“Shut up,” I snapped at her, my focus on her pussy; the rest of her may as well not exist. I had an idea in my head, and I wasn’t stopping until I’d achieved it. A little teaser.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, full of open curiosity, her arms wrapping over her chest like that might protect her from whatever the hell this was.
I spat on her clit and smeared it with cum before pressing a fourth finger into her.
She winced; the stretch too much, the skin around her entrance tight and straining.
Pain made her body shudder, but she didn’t tell me to stop, only breathed heavier, like she was focusing.
She was my fucking toy, bending under me, breaking.
Satisfaction rippled through me, images of what was to come.
“A hand puppet, right?” she asked, her voice so damn quiet.
I nodded. “Once I’ve done this, you’re mine. All fucking mine.”
She spread her legs wider still, almost doing the splits, and reached up to stroke my cheek. “Do it then,” she whispered. “I can take it. I’ll take whatever you want to do to me, Sir.”
Our eyes locked for a second, power passing between us, and I grew rabid, pulling my dick out to jerk while I pushed her pussy to the limits with my four thick fingers.
Slowly, she loosened further as I twisted my hand, scissoring my fingers inside her, watching the sexy fucking view of half my fist slipping into her, and her, just accepting it, submitting. Her eyelids fluttering.
She was falling into a kind of subspace, I think, with doe eyes and softer breathing, like she was locked in, focused on sinking with me. I bit back the urge to praise her, to tell her how well she was doing.
Instead, I slapped her tit as I fucked my fingers into her, pinching her nipple and tugging it until she snapped back to the room with me. Fuck subspace, fuck drifting away, I needed her here for every damn millisecond of this hell.
Without warning, I shoved my thumb in alongside my fingers, feeling a small rip of flesh. Her body giving way to me a split-second too late.
I pushed, even when she squirmed and cried out, even when my skin caught against hers, not enough lube to ease the way. She needed more of my cum coating her, more spit, anything.
I didn’t give it. She gripped my forearm, and I shoved and strained until my entire hand slipped into her body, right to the wrist. The intrusion was unwelcomed, but that mattered none.
“Look at that,” I said, holding still, watching the delicious sight before me. “I can make you do whatever the fuck I want now, killer, and you can’t say no.”
“No,” she cried, shaking her head, her nails clawing into my skin. She wasn’t trying to push me away, though.
“Look at me,” I demanded, tearing my gaze from where I disappeared inside her. “Don’t you dare fucking look away.”
Our gazes remained locked as I moved for the first time, rotating my hand, loving the way she shook and shuddered. Something warmed in my gut at the sight, the idea that she would be under my command forever.
“Pour the rest of my cum on your pussy,” I said, knocking the bottle towards her so she could grab it.
With shaky hands, she unscrewed the lid and tipped the last of my fluid, missing her pussy in her messed-up state. It hit her thigh instead, sliding down her leg to the valley where her pussy met it.
My nostrils flared, knowing I’d punish her for that later. She whimpered, seeing my face, but didn’t apologize, only took in some shuddering breaths and clenched around me.
That made her yelp, when all she felt were my knuckles, my fingers and bones against her soft walls.
“Brace yourself, little killer. You don’t get the extra lube now, so you better make some for yourself.
” I pulled my hand most of the way out, then pressed back in, over and over, pounding into her, making her pussy quake and her breathing rush out in painful pants.
She was sweaty, writhing, her eyes unfocused, and her lips wet.
I would almost think… “Are you going to come?” I asked, noting how her spine was arching, her nipples were pebbled, her mouth was open, lip bitten, as if she were trying to hold back. My cock pulsed, desire rushing through my veins as I played her.
She shook her head.
“You fucking liar,” I spat, muscles tensing. “Touch yourself. Touch where we’re joined, see if that makes you go off like a fucking firework. I think you’re close, you sick bitch.”
I huffed a laugh as she moved a tentative hand down, having to curve her spine to reach. Her fingers dragged through her sloppy pussy, pausing when she touched my wrist. She met ripped flesh, blood, splatters of cum, and her eyes widened.
“Holy shit,” she muttered.
I twisted my hand, pulled it out, and cupped my fingers around two of hers, forcing them inside with me. It was more like a punch into her this time, nothing delicate, only brutal, painful, bleeding and crashing. Seven fingers inside a body not prepared.
She swore, curled in on herself, and shattered, her pussy squeezing the life out of my hand. I watched every second of it, both pissed and elated. An orgasm was something I could use. Complicity. Bribery, whatever. Endorphins and shit making her want me more.
Penelope Karner was beautiful when she shattered. A broken girl destroyed even more.
She shuddered through the last of her orgasm and fell back, her head hitting her thin pillow with a thud. The moment her limbs began to relax, I yanked my hand from her destroyed body, fast and hard,
She screamed too fast and too loud for me to stop the noise. And we both froze.
Would anyone come? Would this be it? A CO could barge in any second and find us like this. I hadn’t checked my radio the entire time I’d been in here.
I reached for my belt and pulled the radio free, clicking the button to speak out. “I’m right outside, checking it out. Think it’s Karner,” I muttered, my eyes not leaving hers. I hated the smirk she gave.
“Roger,” a voice came back through, and no one else even bothered to reply. Bunch of lazy fucks on the night shift.
“You better go then, CO Darling,” Karner said, growing snarkier now that she was satisfied, a little of her spark returning. That would not do.
“I have one more thing to give you,” I told her, climbing up her body, leaving her gaping pussy free to the cold room. I wanted to investigate the mess, bury my face in it and see how far I could burrow myself inside her again.
It would have to wait for another time, and shit, there would be another. Many fucking more. While she was mine, she was being used to my full desire. If I was risking everything, I was taking it all, too.
I sat with my thighs on either side of her shoulders and cupped her head, lifting her mouth to my cock. “Suck hard, bitch, we don’t have long.”
Her lips wrapped around me, and she sucked, bobbed her head, and swirled her tongue. But it wasn’t enough. She was enjoying this, and that was a disaster.
I grabbed her hair with both my hands, pulling tight, lifting so she had no choice but to stay where she was or have bald patches amongst the black. She grunted and gasped, but I stole her breath away.
My cock rammed into her throat as I fucked her face, no mercy, no shame, quick and dirty as I used her body for my own sick pleasure and nothing more. It built, that aching urge to cum, gathering in the base of my gut, shooting up my spine in deep pain.
I was so wound up it only took minutes and I was coming down her throat, losing myself for long stretched seconds as ecstasy crashed through my body, zapping to my cock and balls. “Fuck,” I grunted. “Don’t swallow.”
I wanted to see the evidence, more of myself in her, on her, covered and claimed. Not for anything good.
Yanking my dick from her mouth, I grabbed her chin and squeezed, another burst of pleasure rippling through me at the sight of the fresh milky cum on her tongue, pooling at the back of her throat.
“Gargle,” I said, and she didn’t hesitate, making the cum shift and coat her mouth more as she breathed out through her mouth, the cum bubbling rough and dirty. “Fuck.” My lips smashed to hers, sloppy and salty, a mix of everything we had to give.
I shoved my tongue into her mouth, uncaring about it being good for her, only seeking what I wanted. That evidence — I needed it, craved it.
Her tongue moved, feeding the cum onto mine, and I groaned, rocking my body to hers.
But as fast as I dove onto her, I ripped myself away, off the bed, needing distance. Clarity.
But then she started to shift, to sit up, and that pissed me off. “Don’t move. Lie back down.”
I grabbed her pants and shoved her back down, using the rough material to tie her arms behind her back, making the knot good and tight while she watched, skeptical but not angry.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m not ready for this to be over.” I stood, tucked my spent, sticky cock into my pants and straightened myself out. Adjusting my collar, flattening my hair. She opened her mouth to protest as I strolled away. “You don’t even want to know what I’ll do if you’ve escaped by the time I come back.”
“When will you come back?” she whisper-shouted, incredulous.
I shrugged and walked out, the door slamming behind me. And into my radio, “Karner’s fine, nightmare, she said.”
I lingered at the computer moments longer than I needed to, typing the report slow and steady, each letter important. It made me smirk as I imagined Karner lying prone, waiting and unable to move. Anyone could have walked in on her, but they hadn’t.
I’d spent all night patrolling her hall and those around, letting her listen to my slow, heavy footsteps, wondering if this would be the time I slipped back into her cell and freed her.
With an hour until the end of my shift, and the signs of sunlight glinting through the high up windows, I caved.
Karner glared at me as I returned to her room, still tied up, still on her back with her cum-streaked, blood-stained tits falling down towards her armpits. Her hands were probably dead weights by now.
“I didn’t think you were coming back,” she said, her voice softer than her eyes. I couldn’t work out which was the real Penny — the dagger glare or the gentle, tentative voiced sweet thing biting her lip.
“Of course, I came back,” I said, and for a second, her body softened. I climbed on top of her, my legs on either side of hers, and pinched her nipples, leaning in closer. “If we get caught, I can’t do it again. Need to make each time count.”
Her nostrils flared, and her spine arched in pain when I squeezed her ravaged nipples harder, enjoying the way she winced and squirmed for me. She was so good, so delicious when she was like this.
Completely under my command.
“Please, Adrian, let me go. My arms hurt.” She yelped. “My pussy—”
Raising slightly, I flipped her over so I could see all of her damage in the early dawn light. Her red raw pussy glowed, angry and puffy, still sloppy, with dried flakes of cum on her thighs and in her pubic hair. Her hands were at the small of her back, fingers flexing, purpling at the tips.
“Adrian,” she moaned, muffled into her thin mattress.
I forced her legs apart further, tucking her knees underneath her torso, before spreading her ass cheeks out to get an even better view of both her holes. Like her pussy and thighs, her ass was coated in what had dripped out of her, but now wasn’t the time to taste.
“Good girl,” I said. “My cum is still dripping out nice and slow.” I swiped a thumb through her pussy, shoving one of the droplets back in. Fuck, it was a mind-bending sight.
I never should have done it. Started any of this.
But as I bent down to swipe my tongue over her clenching hole anyway, I knew just how done for I was.
Penelope Karner was going to be the death of me. My tongue rasped over her destroyed flesh and I groaned, deep and guttural.
Done for.
No. That wasn’t right. Something had to change. This evil inmate needed to know who she was to me, that she was nothing. My feelings had to go, they weren’t real, just a fucked up, intensified lie because this place exacerbated everything.
I licked her again, shoved my tongue into her body in a rough thrust.
But she wasn’t mine. I wasn’t hers. It was time she was reminded of that.
As I continued to eat her out, my plans formed.