Chapter Eight
Elena
I should’ve screamed, ran, fought, but as my pussy squeezed within itself, aching for a repeat of last night, I knew I was gone; possessed by something I could not name.
This wasn’t me, I would never, I could never want this, need this so badly I could barely speak.
I craved this so much I couldn’t think straight.
“Oh, troublemaker, the stench of your needy pussy is what fuels me.” Before I could place why that name felt familiar, I felt the warmth of its tongue wrapped around my nipple through the fabric of my nightgown, sending my head falling back as I released a moan; a breathless whisper of pure need.
“No, don’t…I can’t give you what…oh yes…” Another moan escaped me, as its fingers caressed the walls of my pussy, sliding in easily with how wet I already was for it.
“Oh, but you are.” It forced another finger in.
“And I will take it, Elena…no matter how much you fucking deny it. I will take it, your very essence, your life, your light, your sweet fucking cunt…they belong to me now!” he shouted, in that loud deafening kind of way that filled my head, drowning any other thought that should’ve been mine.
In an angry I-own-you kind of way that made me cower and want to do as he said.
“You will obey, and in your obedience you will submit to me. To this monster you’ve made of me,” it sneered.
“I…I…” I stammered as streams of tears flowed down my cheeks. Before the words could leave my throat, my cheek was met by a hand in a forceful, sharp, stinging manner. I didn’t know what made me shut up first, the slap, the shock of it, or how much I loved the pain.
“You will obey!” It grabbed my throat again, and I swear to whatever was bigger than it and I both, that something about the last five seconds, from him telling me to obey, to the slap, the chokehold, and the final act of warning, had a switch flicking inside of me.
It had me whispering, “I’ll obey you.”
Then silence…silence that lasted long enough to make me think it had gone, left me in the pile of shame and need I had found myself in.
Just as I was convinced that maybe I had entered a depraved slumber, I felt a strong forceful yank on my nightgown.
The poor fabric tore instantly from my body, the cold hair hitting my skin so sharp it stung.
Again, just like yesterday, it had rendered me naked, bare, stripped of everything, including my dignity.
“You make both the living and the dead jealous, Elena…looking like this…” I felt its tongue again, this time on my neck, right where my pulse pounded the hardest. There was something about death feeling my heart beat that made me want to beg him.
But this time, not to leave me alone, but to do far worse… to stay.
In seconds, I watched the table move with such force it hit the TV. That should’ve scared me, but no, it only excited me. Made me clench my walls in anticipation of whatever was to come.
“Don’t…” I dared say. Unsure of what was going to leave my mouth next, I closed it.
“Do you like jam, brave girl?” it whispered, placing me on the ground with an ease I wouldn’t have believed it was capable of.
I could not answer, the question in itself was a surprise. It was different, kinder, almost human...I couldn’t answer it. Was this another trick question? Would one wrong answer earn me another slap? Fuck! Did I want that? Maybe?
Then slowly, I felt its hands on my thighs, then my knees, before it was parting my legs.
Air kissed my pussy in an instant, making me inhale sharply.
The cool feeling of the jam on my back was the least of my concerns.
What filled my thoughts though was the feeling in my pussy…
the cold, wet, sticky feeling of…JAM? He was sticking jam inside me, scraping jam off the floor and pressing it into me, and fuck my life. ..I fucking moaned.
“Don’t…” A lie escaped my mouth. “Please…” A truth. “Oh God…” Another lie. I didn’t believe in God, and I knew for sure that whatever it was, wasn’t God.
“There is no God here, troublemaker…there is just me, you, and a fucking sweet pussy that I’m dying to taste.” Just as his words landed on my ears, I felt it…his tongue, inside me…licking me, eating me, devouring me.
“Fuck!” I screamed. I had nothing to hold, too afraid to dare place my hand on it. I wasn’t even sure if it was possible...so I stretched one arm to the couch, and the other grabbed my breast, kneading my nipple as this…this thing…ate me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” I moaned, my hips bucking into the pleasure as my body welcomed its tongue.
It had to be in my head, it had to be all made up…
because why did I feel its tongue grow inside me, go deeper into me, almost filling me up completely?
Fuck, I was mad, losing every last trace of sanity I had left.
But not a single part of me dared to care.
“Fucking needy, fucking starved…you poor fucking girl…look at you whimpering for me,” it purred, adding more jam, like I was bread he couldn’t wait to keep eating.
His words haunted me. The truth of them…how fucking starved and needy was I that I let this…this thing do things like this to me. I was certain something had come over me, possessed me into wanting this, needing this.
“Please…more. I need more.”
“That…that I will obey.” And with that, its tongue was back inside me, fucking me more than eating me. I felt teeth, goo, tongue, everything that should be wrong but felt so fucking right.
I held the couch to ground me, while my other hand squeezed my breasts harder, pinching and tugging on my nipples, missing the feel of his tongue on it.
“Fucking hell,” I screamed, my body betraying me as it shook.
It held my legs open as I tried to clamp them around it, the pleasure too much.
I could feel its fingers drawing blood from the force of them being buried into my flesh.
Fuck the pain grounded me. The liquid–my blood–trailing slowly down my thighs added to a feeling I could not name.
Somehow, everything in this moment had me close to climaxing.
“I’m…fuck…please. I’m gonna…Yes, yes, please more,” I moaned, almost crying as I rocked my hips harder, tightening my grip around my breast, kneading harder on my aching nipple.
“You make tearing the veils of the afterlife worth it, my brave girl. Come on me…come for me,” it whispered. I felt his words in my head, not my ears, and just like I said I would…I obeyed.
“Oh my…fuck! Oh yes! Please!” I arched into him, my shoulders pressing into the jam, into the shame, goo, and into utter surrender.
I came uncontrollably, shaking as all my juices poured out of me…
yet it didn’t stop. His nails dug deeper, and more blood poured from my thighs as it kept eating me, and fuck I kept coming…
for it, him…whatever the hell it was. I came hard for it.
“You taste like heaven and hell…all things sinful and holy, Elena,” it whispered, its tongue now trailing above my belly button.
“I…” I panted. “I…” Fuck, I shouldn’t be wanting this, but I couldn’t stop the need flowing through me. I tried, but I couldn’t. “Please…” I closed my eyes, arched my back and…
“I can see your deepest darkest thoughts, Elena. You do not need to beg for my cock, I would give it to you even in your fucking dreams.”
Fuck!
“That’s what you’ll be screaming when I fill you up. Now turn around for me, brave girl,” it instructed.
Like a fool, a horny, obedient fool, I found myself on all fours, ass up in the air, waiting for whatever was to come. This looked just like last night, but instead, the roots and vines didn’t need to keep me here. I was doing this willingly, all by my own freaking self.
“Your ass up in the air like that makes dying worth it,” it groaned, not giving me a second to process its words. The familiar sticky, cold feeling of the jam instantly hit my pussy again, the cold substance sending my head falling back, my eyes rolling and my back arching, all in one second.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked, unsure if the words even came out in an actual sentence.
“Showing you what living truly feels like.” Its fingers dragged a deep long line on my spine.
The pain on my back somehow turned into pleasure between my legs.
“Now take me, and let me hear you scream!” It pulled my hair with such force and so fast that my brain couldn’t catch up.
Just when I thought it might, he shoved his cock right into my pussy, filling me up so fast, I swear it tore me.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed, in both pain and pleasure, shame and...confidence? I didn’t know what I was feeling anymore.
“Oh, but you can feel my cock right up your pussy, can’t you, my brave girl?”
That name and how he says it…I wasn’t brave, was I?
“Yes, yes I can,” I moaned, my body jerking as he fucked me, hard, rough, and fast, pulling my hair with every body-shaking thrust.
Fuck this was madness. Me on all fours, hair pulled back, back arched with my pussy filled, yet I could not see him. It was utter insanity.
“You’re my brave girl, troublemaker…Now let me hear you scream it.” It slammed into me harder, with more force than before, yanking my hair even tighter as it plunged deeper into me.
“I’m your…ughh,” I moaned, the words turning into sounds of pleasure as I tried to say them. I wasn’t brave, fuck, I was depraved maybe. Sick and insane, totally. But not brave…
“Say it!” It smacked my ass, hard, painful, stinging. I had somehow earned two slaps in one night, and it made me want more.
“I’m a…”
“No!” Another smack. Another forceful thrust. “Mine!” It pushed itself deeper, even though I didn’t think that was possible.
“Fuck! Yes, please, please,” I begged, wanting more of his cruelty, his mean, hurtful cruelty.
“You.” Thrust. Thrust.
“Are.” A smack. A thrust.
“MY.” A harder pull of my hair. A deeper thrust.
“Brave.” He let go of my hair, his hands finding my hips as they steadied me.
“Fucking girl!” He pulled me harder as he pushed deeper inside me, and I swear on all things unholy, something inside of me shifted. My bones? My womb? My fucking stomach? I fucking didn’t know and, help me universe, I didn’t care.
“Now fucking say it, Elena…or I swear, I’ll break more of your bones!” It thrusted deeper and harder…
“I’m…” I shut my eyes, too overwhelmed by everything he was making me feel.
“YOUR…” I began to feel it, in the pit of my stomach, in my limbs.
“Brave fucking…” I cried, real actual tears poured out of my eyes.
His thrusts became relentless, like my confession pushed him over the edge, and he showed me, fuck he showed me.
“Girl!” I cried out, loud, untamed and…confident.
Yes, confident. Something about this vile, evil moment made me more confident than I had ever been. In my skin, in my head, my thoughts…in everything. And it made me feel powerful, so erotic in a way that made me want to…
“I can feel your squirt building, my brave girl. Prove to me just how fucking dirty you are,” it commanded, and fuck, it was the breaking point for me.
Being called brave and dirty did something for me, to me. My pussy began to hurt in a way that only brought intense pleasure and made me want to do whatever he asked of me.
“I’m gonna…oh please, don’t…don’t…yes…just like that. Yes!” I cried, moaned, and begged. Fuck I was dirty and…so fucking brave to be wanting more. Telling him what to do, but still he did it.
He didn’t stop, he did the exact opposite, he pulled my hair tighter. I was sure he would yank it all out of my scalp, but I didn’t care. I felt his other hand spreading my cheeks open, giving himself room to go deeper, and deeper he went.
Fuck, I felt him in ways a woman should never feel man. But he wasn’t a man, was he? Yet I felt him buried so deep inside me, I cried even harder, shook uncontrollably until…
“I’m coming…I’m co…oh fuck please! Yes, yes, yes yes!
” I yelled at the top of my lungs as my legs began to jerk.
My body convulsed as I fell flat to the ground, my breasts and stomach covered in jam now that my limbs had given out.
Liquid gushed out of me as I came harder than I’d ever come before.
But that didn’t stop him for a damn second. If anything, it fueled him on.
“Yes, yes…that’s it, brave girl, that’s it.” He kept fucking me, harder, as I squirted in the living room I grew up in, and like an animal, he kept fucking me.
“Fuck…yes. You’ve made death worth every second,” he groaned, pushing himself deeper inside me as I felt something pour out of him and into me.
Again…he was coming inside me…again!
“Yes, yes, please,” I moaned with the last shred of strength left inside my body as he filled me up with his cum.
After three more deep thrusts, he stopped and everything went silent.
How long had we been at this? I could only wonder.
“Four hours, brave one. Four hours,” he answered, and as insane and maddening as that sounded, I found myself smiling.
“Rest now…find me again soon.” And with that, my eyes began to close.
I lay in a pile of jam, mixed with my sweat, squirt, and his cum…and for the second time in a long time, I felt alive. Dying looked like a crime I didn’t want to ever commit after feeling all he had to give me.