Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
My sick, twisted mind knew exactly what he was ordering me to do to myself. The same thing I’d watched on my laptop in the privacy of my own home, the volume turned down even though I was alone. The shame making me feel the need to keep this particular fetish porn a secret, even from the walls around me.
I pulled my two fingers out then shoved all four and my thumb inside, keeping all of them pointed straight and gasping at how full I felt… at how much it hurt.
“I could make you fist that little cunt, but I want to be the one to do it. I want to shove my big, thick hand in that tiny, little snatch of yours.”
I gasped and rose on my toes as I pulled my hand out then shoved the digits back into myself. Fucking my pussy with my own whole hand. I closed my eyes as a wave of lust and disgust slammed into me.
This was wrong. God, so wrong. I was twisted, something dark turned on inside of me.
“Such a good, little whore.” He let go of my throat but quickly replaced the knife to my jugular.
My pussy got even wetter from that prick of pain.
“I want my mouth to replace your fingers.” He spoke more to himself and then took a step back, gripping my hand and wrenching it away so my fingers slid out of my slippery pussy, which was a whole new source of pain being unable to ease it out. He grabbed my wrist and held it up between us, showing me how disgusting I was… how wet my cunt was from what should’ve been considered torture.
He pushed the bottom of the mask up, but the shadows and darkness in the room made things too ominous for me to see anything clearly. What I could make out was the fact that he pulled my fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, licking the evidence of my repulsive display of pleasure off each one and finally ending on my thumb.
“Mmm, sweet because of your humiliation.” He gave my fingers one last thorough lick and then let go of me and crouched on his haunches. “Gonna eat this cunt until you come all over my face. I want you to fight that pleasure the entire time but still give in.” He grabbed the back of one of my legs and hauled it up and over his shoulder, spreading me wide. “I want to know you hate giving me your orgasm, but you’ll surrender it to me regardless.”
His huge shoulders kept me from closing my legs, even if I wanted to. But I found that need was slowly fading with each passing second.
I was weak for allowing this to happen, for not fighting back. But survival told me this behemoth of a man could break me before I could even took a breath.
“Look at this cunt, you dirty, fucking slut. All wet for me, your little pussy lips swollen because you’re so aroused by your sick love of being treated like the whore you are.”
That sparked a minute amount of strength in me, and I went to grab his mask, but he growled and smacked my hand away, staring up at me and shaking his head without uttering a word.
“Try to touch me again and I’ll bite your clit so hard you’ll scream for mercy.”
I made a small cry of shock at his crass words.
He still held the knife in one hand, but I curled my fingers into my palms and exhaled, knowing if I wanted to make it through the night, I had to be good.
“Stay still.” He didn’t give me a moment to understand what he meant because, a second later, he had the knife between my thighs, pricking the skin open at the junction where my pussy and leg met.
I felt the skin open up and a warm droplet of blood slide down my skin, but my adrenaline was rushing so out of control that I barely felt it.
But when he slapped my pussy, it was hard enough I screamed out, the sting so intense I immediately felt blood rush to the affected area, and then I promptly moaned. My inner muscles clenched painfully… pleasurably.
It’s so good.
It’s so wrong.
Stop!
Don’t stop.
He sucked and licked at my pussy, using his thumb and forefinger to spread one side of my core open wide. And when he plunged his tongue inside my clenching hole, I let my head fall back against the door and cried out in sick desire.
I gripped each side of my tattered shirt, tugging at the material until one side slid off my shoulder. The other followed suit as I squirmed under the onslaught of his mouth, the ruined top finally dropping to the floor.
He kept the tip of the knife pressed at my inner thigh, the blade now painful with all focus spotlighted on that area of my body and what he was doing to it, but it was oh so good.