Amaryllis – Bibi Sesay #4
I can’t take it. It’s too much. I need it to stop.
“Please…” My voice comes out in a broken whisper. “Please stop.” I sob louder.
He smacks my bruised ass cheek with this palm. “You don’t tell me no! You never tell me to stop!”
He fucked me harder then, rutting me like a bull in heat. He fucks me for what feels like an eternity. My consciousness starts to retreat to that place in my mind again, but he doesn’t let me.
“I want you to feel this, baby. I want you to feel my love. I know I’m hard on you, but I love you more than anything else in the world and I always make sure to show you.
I’m gonna make you come, baby. I’m gonna make you feel just how much I love you.
” He kisses my head from behind while speeding up his thrusts.
His hand moves from my hip down to my front.
He rubs my clit between his pointer and middle finger, something that he knows will surely make me climax.
I try to reject it, to force my body to repel the pleasure but it’s no use. He squeezes my clit harder as he fucks me and I see stars.
“Please. Please. I’m so sorry. Please!” My words do nothing to stop his assault.
I do not want this. I want out. I want this to stop for good. I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this. He wants me to spend the rest of my life as his sex slave? His girl? I can’t do that. I won’t survive it. I can’t.
He grunts and his movements slow, letting me know that he is close. He rubs me harder and it hurts so bad. I’m sensitive and achy and overstimulated but he does not stop. He thrusts two more times before pinching my clit hard.
I explode with my orgasm, the tremors wracking my body in waves.
He thrusts three times after that, and he grunts, emptying himself into me.
I’m tired and bruised and utterly spent, but he doesn’t let me rest. He pulls out of me and flips me to my back.
My body feels loose and I don’t have it in me to protest any longer.
I hear him doing something on the right wall of the room, but my brain cannot process what it could be.
After a moment. I feel cool metal wrap around my ankles and snap into place.
I look down and see that he has cuffed my feet to the bed.
He moves higher and does the same to my wrists while my body remains limp.
I look up at the mirror above the bed and see the welts on my body.
They will scar for sure, worse than my eighteenth birthday.
He opens the drawer on the side of the bed and pulls out a vibrator. This one is long with a bulbous head. A wand, I think it’s called. He had used something similar on me before to help me with my ritual.
He turns on the wand and kneels down on the bed beside me.
I hadn’t realized that he was naked until now.
He is quite an aesthetically pleasing man.
Tanned alabaster skin with dark brown curly hair and brown eyes.
He has toned abs and muscles that could make most women swoon.
I find him nice to look at because that is all I am capable of.
I’m not sexually attracted to him, which makes my body’s reaction to him all the more confusing at times. But he is a good looking man.
He turns on the vibrator and places it on my clit. I jolt away from it because my clit is sensitive and overstimulated. He smacks me right on my pubic area and narrows his eyes at me. He places the vibrator back on top of my clit and fastens it with tape that I didn’t notice him grabbing.
“Despite me trying to teach you a lesson, I see that you still need some more time to come around. I can give you that.” He smiles that sinister intimidating smile again.
He then clicks the higher setting on the vibrator before getting off the bed.
He stands at the foot of the bed between my legs, watching me and enjoying the sight of me in pain.
The sensation is overwhelming and painful. It’s too much. I scream as another orgasm is torn from me and I squirt right on his chest.
“That’s my girl!” he laughs. “Just like that for me.” He turns around and starts to dress.
“Wh-where are you going?” I ask, panicked, trying to breathe through the pain between my legs.
“I’m giving you time to think on my proposal. I’d say…sleep on it.” He turns around and heads towards the door.
“No, no, no! Please, Marty, please! Sir, please don’t leave me here like this. I’m sorry please!” I scream and beg for him to help me, but he doesn’t stop until he reaches the door.
He opens it and turns to me one last time. “Sweet dreams, baby.” And then he was gone.
Two hours later and I’m in agony. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had. My eyes are running out of tears to cry and my throat is sore from screaming so much.
“Please, somebody help!” I call out to no avail. I know it’s no use, but what else am I supposed to do? I can’t keep this up. I’ll die, I’ll surely die.
Two more hours and I black out. I wake up to my umpteenth orgasm and my body feels as though it’s about to give up.
A thought occurs to me. Maybe I should end it. Die here and just end this suffering and abuse once and for all. I look around for something that I could kill myself with, but nothing is within reach. I look around the room and my eyes land on a ceramic dildo.
Maybe I could break it and slash my wrists with it.
No. Too messy.
I keep looking, trying to find something better, and I see the whips on the other side.
Maybe I could tie one around my neck and choke myself with it.
No. Too inefficient.
Then my eyes land on the upside-down train tracks on the ceiling. I glance back to the whip rack and see a coil of rope at the end.
Yes. Much better.
I could tie the rope on one of the hooks in the train track and hang myself with it.
That’s a much better idea.
I look around for a way to get out of these cuffs. There’s nothing around me, so I pull on the cuff on my right hand to test the give. It’s quite tight.
Bastard.
I try to see if I can squeeze my knuckles through, but it doesn’t work. I look at my thumb and another idea occurs to me.
Maybe I could break my thumb to slip my fingers through the cuffs.
No! That sounds like it’d hurt like hell.
But what about the pain I’m already in?
The vibrator is still buzzing but all I feel is excruciating pain. I don’t reckon that I’ll be getting any more orgasms tonight because my body is just done.
I need to do this. I need to get out and end this suffering.
I take a deep breath and pull quickly on the cuff. Pain zaps through my fingers and wrist and I whimper. I try to move my thumb, and it still moves so it’s not broken. I must try again. I take a deep breath and jerk my hand towards me with all the force that I could muster.
I scream as my knuckle breaks and my hand slides through the cuff. The first thing that I do is remove the vibrator and turn it off. My broken thumb is uselessly swinging from the joint so I must use the four remaining good fingers to do it all.
After disabling the vibrator, I turn to the other hand and take a deep breath. But before I could break my other thumb, I look down at the vibrator and get an idea. I pick it up and inspect it. It’s made of plastic with some mechanical parts. It could be useful.
I decide to break the vibrator to see what’s inside that I could use. I bang it against the bed post multiple times, but it does not give. I try to use my teeth, but I chipped my molar.
This isn’t working.
I try a different technique. I press the head of the wand against the bed post and bend. I put all the energy and force that I have left to break it and I hear a snap.