CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The boy turns his head and catches a glimpse of my grin, and what little color he has in his face drains away. I approach the side where my chair is, and I slowly undo my blouse as I walk toward the bathroom. I fold it neatly and put it with my coat and purse, and then I shimmy out of my yoga pants, fold them neatly and put them with the blouse.
I walk back out and smile brightly. “Are you ready to have fun?”
“You’re… you’re raping me?” he gasps out. “What the fuck?”
I look at his erection. Just like I suspected; he was a grower. It’s long and thick and I smirk.
“I told you we’re going to have some fun. This is the special before the finale. You’re going to enjoy this.”
“Please, if I do this willingly, will you let me go?”
“No, not before the finale.” I look at him sternly. “I don’t need you to do this willingly.” I grab hold of his cock, and he groans. “Is that sore? Or pleasurable?”
I start to stroke him. His hips involuntarily move as I move my hand. I keep my eyes trained on his erection as though it is the most fascinating thing I’ve ever seen.
“Have you ever been with a woman before?” I ask quietly. “Have you ever had sex?”
“Not… not really…” he admits.
I smile. “Have you ever had a blow job?”
“No…” He groans, I can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or pain.
I stop stroking him and I see him relax a little. His hips still move slightly, as though he’s uncomfortable.
“Do you like my breasts?” I ask, standing over him. I reach forward and unclasp the bra, and my ample breasts come tumbling out of the cups, dangling in front of him.
“Ye… yes…” he answers hesitantly. It sounds like he’s trying to give me the answers I want, as though he can please me.
“They’re full and soft,” I say, reaching up to massage them in front of him. “And they taste so good.” I bring one up to my mouth and just manage to catch the nipple, sucking on it gently.
His eyes are trained on me, just the way I want them. I climb onto the bed and hover above him. It’s been a long time since I’ve pleasured myself, and if I don’t get any satisfaction sexually, I won’t mind. I just want to drive him out of his mind. How else am I going to achieve my goal?
I rub myself against his hard cock. The cloth from my thong teases along the skin of his penis. His hips move slightly, and he closes his eyes. I move the thong to one side and slowly guide him inside of me. I start to move, not bothering to be gentle. I can see he’s in pain from the movement, but I can also tell from his throbbing dick that he’s having some pleasure.
Yes! Be pleasured. Be happy. Have hope.
I continue to move, reaching down to touch myself as I do. I can feel the stirrings inside of me. I groan out and bring my fingers up to my mouth to lick them. His eyes are open again and he’s watching me with a pained look on his face, when I suddenly stop moving. I get off of him and start to stroke him. “Are you close?”
“Yes,” he groans.
“Good.”
I take the scalpel and lift his ball sack. His screams are the biggest yet as I cut it off. Making sure to stop the vas deferens from leaking. I lift his balls to my mouth, and finding the vas deferens, I suck the seminal fluid out of them. All the while, he is screaming. I go closer to him and lean over him, spitting the seminal fluid into his mouth before putting a hand over it.
“Swallow it and I’ll stop the bleeding, and you won’t die.”
He is still trying to scream, but he’s coughing now as he chokes.
He swallows, and I swallow with him before I toss his ball sack to the ground with a squelch. I stand on it as I walk back to the tools. He’s screaming again, coughing, choking on blood and semen. I turn on the blowtorch and start heating the brand.
“We need to cauterize the wound,” I say loudly over his screams. “Otherwise, you’ll bleed to death. Don’t worry, they’re just balls. You can live without them.”
Once the brand is hot, I look at his still erect dick. I smile and look at him as he stares at me with wide eyes.
“No. no. no. no. no. no.”
I press the brand to the wound, and it sizzles. He screams so loudly for a moment, and then there’s silence. I look up. He’s passed out from the pain. I hold the brand there longer, hoping he’ll wake up, but he doesn’t. I remove it and check the wound. Nice and clean. I take bleach and spray it over the charred skin, and wipe it with an alcohol swab just to be sure. I don’t want him to die between now and tomorrow night.
He would be so proud of what I have planned. Of course, it’s of his own making. I just found and claimed it.
Oh, the excitement.
I pack everything away and put it back in its places. I pack the things that are still out back into the chest of drawers, and I glance at the wooden box inside the top drawer. I take it out and place it in the corner where I can easily access it tomorrow.
I check the boy is still breathing, and I smirk. Not even the adrenaline could help him stay conscious. It must be wearing off. I could give him more, but I think I’m done for the night.
Tomorrow is going to be a very special day for both him and Shiloh. I want to make it perfect. I have everything planned out to the letter.