Chapter 1 #4
“Pull your pants up. You’re coming with me,” he demanded, and I glared back at him, tears still dripping down my face.
What right did he think he had where he could just grab me, beat me with his belt, and think I’d follow him to wherever he wanted to take me where he was probably planning on raping me or selling me to the highest bidder?
Not a fucking chance. Not if I had anything to do with it.
I didn’t say anything at first, but I did pull up my panties so that I could cover my nakedness.
I sucked in a breath as the fabric caressed my welted skin, but I dutifully ignored it as much as I could.
I wouldn’t show him how much of an effect he was having on me.
Then I gripped my pants and pulled them back up around my waist before I stood up and scowled in his direction.
I faltered slightly when the cloth of my pants pressed against my punished flesh, but I recovered as quickly as I could, hoping no one had seen my tiny moment of weakness.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself. I wasn’t going down without a fight. I’d show him that I was tough, that I was stronger than he thought I was.
He moved in my direction, but I was ready.
I crouched, just a little, and then jumped up, using my momentum to propel my right knee up between his legs as hard as I could.
At the same time, I curled around him and gripped the holster of the weapon at his waist, pulling it free as he fell backward.
My assault was flawless, and I couldn’t stop a grin from creeping over my lips.
I’d caught him off guard and he lost his balance, falling over onto the ground on his ass.
I chuckled and fingered the weapon I’d stolen from him, lifting it up.
It was a gun. It looked vaguely familiar, likely powered by neodymium ions, a technology that allowed it to emit vicious blasts of green lasers with very high energy and power.
A shot from this thing would probably result in a hole the size of a basketball in the middle of his stomach, straight through.
Shit like this was expensive. Lucky bastard.
Who the fuck was this guy?
I lifted the gun toward him as he pushed himself to his feet. His expression was sheer amusement as he stared back at me. He cocked an eyebrow, furrowing his forehead even more, and I gritted my teeth. Why was he acting so damn arrogant when the gun was pointing at him?
“I’m impressed. I like my girls feisty. I think I may keep you, little human,” he muttered, a smirk growing at the corners of his lips.
“Don’t fucking move or I’ll shoot,” I threatened.
“I dare you, little girl,” he answered, his face lighting up with sheer enjoyment. In response, I lifted the gun just a little bit and aimed it at his head, cocking it as I did so. Then he took a step toward me and I tightened my fingers around the trigger.
“I said don’t move,” I said, my voice rising just a bit with my panic and still he moved toward me, one step and then another as he strode to me.
I knew people were watching. That they would see that I hadn’t had the guts to pull the trigger yet. I couldn’t have that. I was tough and to survive I’d have to protect myself, no matter if it meant I had to kill someone.
My finger tightened and then I made a decision.
I was going to kill him. I had to.
Time seemed to slow as my finger squeezed tighter and tighter until I felt the trigger push back against me. I pressed harder and then the gun clicked.
And nothing happened.
The man came toward me, chuckling as he did so. He grabbed the barrel of the gun, twisting it out of my hands. I was so shocked at the lack of fire that I didn’t react when he pulled me back toward him and pinned my arms behind my back.
“My gun is biometrically locked. It will only fire for me when it recognizes my DNA on its surface,” he explained, and I closed my eyes nervously before opening them once more.
Of course it was. I should have known.
He laughed a bit more and I was surprised to realize that he didn’t seem angry. He pulled me flush against his body, my arms pinned behind my back, and I gasped with surprise when I felt the hardness of his cock press up against the curves of my ass. He was aroused.
“You know, I’m proud of you for pulling the trigger, little human.
Maybe you’ll be able to make it here on Dryac on your own after all, but all things considered, that doesn’t mean that you aren’t going to pay the price for kicking me in the balls and trying to shoot me,” he said, his voice warm but firm and commanding.
I tensed, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was useless.
He was far stronger than I was, and I couldn’t break his hold on me.
He held my wrists in one hand while his other arm snaked around my waist, unbuttoning my pants and swiftly pushing them down my hips.
His fingers snaked over top of my panties, over top of my clit, and then ventured further down, discovering the wet fabric that gave away the rampant arousal between my thighs.
I tried to bend forward and escape once more, but it was useless. He had me.
He chuckled again and I waited, breathless and anxious for what he had planned for me.
Then he quickly took my panties and pushed them down my hips, baring me once more to everyone in the square.
He lifted me by the waist and walked several feet before tossing me over a large crate, face down, ass up.
I shivered, wondering just how many eyes were looking on my bare backside and peeking at the wet pussy between my legs.
The thought was incredibly humbling, and I felt a fresh wave of shame wash over me then.
“You see, naughty little humans get their tight little assholes fucked,” he threatened, and I stilled, his words taking far too long to process. He couldn’t mean to fuck my ass here, in the middle of the square with everyone watching, could he? His fingers glanced against my inner thigh.
Yeah. He would.
I bucked, trying to propel myself off the crate, but he held me still with a single hand on my lower back. He was so strong that nothing I did would help me escape his grasp. I was trapped and he was going to do whatever he wanted to me and fuck if that thought didn’t arouse me even further.
“Such a wet little pussy,” he murmured, and I shook, trying to remember how to breathe.
I could feel the pads of his fingers sliding along the vulnerable flesh of my inner thighs and then the sensitive folds of my cunt, discovering my wetness and exposing my shame.
He knew I was wet for him, for what he’d done to me and for what he was yet to put me through.
His touch ventured along my pussy, gathering my wetness, and then he retreated backward until a single, wet finger rested on top of my bottom hole and I cried out with shock.
He couldn’t really mean to take me there, could he?
I closed my eyes. I knew better than to question what he would do. I didn’t know him, but he’d decided that I was his to take and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. He was going to take my virgin ass, whether I liked it or not.
His finger kept gathering more of my wetness, taking it and spreading it around my tight bottom hole.
I moaned with embarrassment once I realized that I was getting even wetter each time he did so, and I did my best to hide my face with my curtain of dark brown hair.
I whimpered as his thick digit pressed against my asshole then and I fought back against him, trying to stop him from taking me there, but he was relentless.
I thrashed on top of the crate, tightened my bottom cheeks, and tensed all the muscles in my body, but still, his finger pushed against my most shameful hole.
When he finally breached my tight rim, I stilled and cried out, feeling a painful stab of agony as he stretched my virgin hole for the very first time.
The sensation felt like an intense burn for several seconds before my body softened for him.
I tightened once more and the pain intensified, causing me to relax as quickly as possible after that.
Once I did so, the sting receded to a gentler ache and I allowed myself a small sigh of relief.
I whimpered, trying to make sense of the tumultuous feelings racing through my mind, but it was no use.
My thighs shook, and that’s when overwhelming pleasure crashed over me, uninvited and unexpected.
Fuck. I was so much wetter than before.
I could feel my breasts pebbling beneath my shirt, hard with passionate desire, and then my core cramped hard, forcing more of my wetness to drip from my body, down my sensitive folds and then onto my thighs.
I knew he could see every single drop of my slick arousal against my skin and I moaned out loud.
I was so ashamed. I was so aroused. I didn’t know what to think.
I had never thought I would react like this. Hadn’t even considered that something this dirty, this filthy would turn me on and with a perfect stranger no less. It felt wrong but at the same time, it also felt right.
His finger pressed deeper into my ass, forcing one knuckle after another inside my tight channel, and I cried out as each one stretched me wider and wider.
The wetness he had rubbed there now eased his entry, but still, I shook beneath him, humiliated, aroused, and utterly confused.
I didn’t know if I wanted to plead for him to stop or if I wanted to beg him for more.
Then he added a second digit, stretching me even wider.
I tried to relax my body, but I hadn’t expected him to add another finger and I tensed, a fresh wave of burning pain washing over me, and I whimpered.
My body continued to betray me; my treacherous pussy getting wetter with each passing moment.
He pressed two fingers into my tight hole, and then something strange happened.