Chapter 27
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
I scoop Marley up with desperate eagerness, my heart racing in my chest.
Jared accepted that I would be first, having already noticed my fixation on her. Georgia is thoroughly brainwashed and glad to please me, with her emotional dependence centered around me. Cora and Jared take hold of Ryan’s arms while Georgia lifts his feet.
I open the RV door and keep it propped open with the cooler.
Carrying Marley inside without effort, I guide her body so that she is headfirst, not wanting to jostle her.
I slow my pace, not wanting to trip, and take her back directly to the OBGYN chair.
Lying her down gently, my eyes roam over her tight body, scanning over every crevice.
I search around for the special scissors that EMTs use to cut off clothes with ease, known as the Leatherman Raptors, and place them on the cart beside us.
I remove her shoes and socks first, tossing them in the direction of the door, and elect to start by cutting her leggings.
Clutching the scissors, I open them, and my stomach begins fluttering with desire.
Starting at the bottom beside her ankle, the scissors glide up to her waist, and I do the same thing to the other side.
Lifting her body, I wiggle the leggings off.
Setting my sights on her oversized sweatshirt, I do the same thing I did to the leggings, then her bra and thong.
I expand her legs a bit and hunch over her cunt, deeply inhaling her scent.
After I finish preparing her, the rest of the group hauls Ryan in.
In the back corner of this room, we have a wooden chair with plenty of restraints. I untie and remove Ryan’s shoes and cut off his clothes as well, not savoring the moment like I did with Marley.
First, they handcuff Ryan with his wrists behind his back through the opening of the chair. They’re tight enough that even if he decides to break his thumb to get away, he won’t be able to.
Next, they put on leg cuffs, securing them decently as well. Jared goes to the cart and grabs the hemp rope, known as jute rope; it’s used to hang deer upside down while the hunter cuts the meat out.
He binds the rope around Ryan’s chest with a sailing knot.
Both are still unconscious.
Still standing beside Marley, I examine her in the chair, attempting to sear the memory into my mind forever.
Now that we’re all in the room, we silently go through a mental checklist, doing a once-over.
There’s a sense of calmness that washes over me as I take in the sight before me. “You guys get some sleep; tomorrow is going to be a long day, unless you want a turn after, Jared?”
He shakes his head no, rubbing the back of his neck as he responds, “No thanks, man; you know I like them awake. I feed off their fear.”
Cora, Georgia, and Jared all file out of the room, all of them staggering to our bed in exhaustion.
My arousal revives at the sight of Marley immobile.
I shed my clothes, taking my sweet time, and crawl over to her.
My hand grabs onto the table underneath the seat.
Next, I drift over her body, my face even with hers, as I sweep my nose along her jaw and up to her ear, moving her hair out of the side of her face, so I can take in her beauty before I destroy it.
Looming over her, I lick the exposed side of her jaw and nibble at her earlobe.
“Let’s play, baby,” I murmur in her ear.
I flick my tongue all the way down to her nipples, drawing each one into my mouth. Leaning back, I notice her nipples pebbling.
Pre-cum drips out of my thickening cock, and I take my thumb and rub it all over the tip.
“Fuck, baby, look at what you do to me. I know how much you want me to fuck your pretty cunt,” I growl.
I move down to her pussy and spit on it before prying open her pussy lips to verify it’s wet enough.
It’s not, so I grab the Vaseline. Opening the top with a pop, I snatch a huge glob of it and paint her pussy with it.
My cock twitches as I look over my handiwork; she’s soaked for me.
Crouching back on top of her, I align my cock with her entrance and probe it in her cunt, soaking in the feeling of it gripping me needily. I groan madly as I thrust inside. At last, I’m buried deep inside my obsession. I smack her all over, snickering because she is in a comatose induced state.
“You fucking slut.” My voice deepens as pleasure flashes over me. “I own you now and claim you as mine.”
Readjusting myself, I prop down on my elbows with my cock unmoving inside her.
Wickedness spirals through me, and I smirk before I fuck her like a wild animal, thrusting my dick so deep that the tip hits her cervix. Her unconscious body bobs up and down. I want her to feel the pain thrumming between her legs when she wakes up.
The tingling sensation builds as the orgasm consumes my body. I let out an explosive grunt, pulling out of her and positioning my cock so that my come covers her stomach. Marking her.
With my cock still pulsing, I shake out every drop all over her.
Smugly gazing at the work of art I’ve made, I saunter over to the cart and reach for a small towel to clean off my cock.
While wiping myself down, I take a few steps and look down at Marley. “You don’t know about the fun time we just had.” I chuckle. “That’s what I was thinking too, baby; it’ll stay between us.”
I get to work on fastening her wrists to the armrests and her legs into the table boots, securing her in place. Standing over her, all locked up, I’m mesmerized.
After what just occurred, I’m too keyed up to sleep; instead, I move past my clothes and take one of the blunts I have stored in the kitchen and sit out on the front steps of the RV, naked.
I take a drag of the blunt, tasting the sweet, earthy flavor of the bud as the smoke fills my lungs. My muscles begin to loosen, and I relax a bit.
Drifting to the memory of what just happened with Marley, my cock hardens again. Fisting it, I yank on it roughly, closing my eyes. I fuck the air, groaning as my release falls to the ground. I smirk as I open the RV door, knowing I’m worse than the monsters people dream about.