Chapter 3

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I didn’t think about it. Didn’t hesitate or whimper or cry. There wouldn’t have been a point.

I slid my hand down the center of my body, my shirt a tattered mess as I came up against my bared skin. It was damp with sweat from my fear, adrenaline, and… this weird anticipation.

“Go on. Fucking touch it.” He tightened his hold on my throat.

I dipped my finger between my legs, feeling the slickness of my sick desire as the digits came across heat, silkiness, and everything that was wrong with me.

“Shove your fingers into that snatch. Deep and hard. Make it hurt.”

My eyes felt wide as silent tears streaked down my cheeks. But I did what he wanted, and the sound that came out of me as I pushed one, then two fingers into my pussy was one of pain and relief.

“Harder, you little whore.”

I moaned at his degradation and shoved my fingers in deeper, so deep I touched my cervix when they were wedged in.

“More. All of them.”

I didn’t need to ask what he meant. I knew.

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.

And when he pulled back, I forced myself to look down and stare at him. He had the bottom of the mask pushed up as he brought the knife to his mouth and licked the blade clean, lapping up my blood.

He disgusted me.

He turns me on.

I grabbed his shoulders and tried to shove him away, but it was halfhearted. And in retaliation, just as he promised, he growled and leaned in to bite my clit. Hard. I squealed and let go.

“Bad little girl.” He let the knife drop to the floor with a clatter and a second later went back to eating me out voraciously.

Viciously.

Violently.

I was on the verge of having an orgasm and hated myself because of it.

I slapped the side of his head, and he groaned.

“Hurts so good.”

I shook my head because I felt my orgasm rising to the surface. “I won’t come,” I whined to myself.

“You will.”

He shoved three thick fingers into my pussy at the same time he sucked on my clit.

“Go on. Be Daddy’s whore.”

I came for him and cried throughout the entire thing.

My pussy was soaked, and the wet, slurping sounds of his mouth and my cunt made the entire encounter even more humiliating.

When I crashed back to reality, I was panting, dizzy, and unable to stand upright. He had his hand on my throat again, keeping me pressed to the door as he stood. He rubbed his fingers through my pussy, smearing them around my wetness before sliding those to my asshole and teasing the tight hole.

“I’m going to ass-fuck you before the night is over with. Really stretch this little hole and use you up.”

He squeezed my throat and then let me go. I sagged against the door, shocked I could keep myself vertical. He took several steps back and unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock out.

“Get on your knees. You’re about to gag on this enormous cock.”

I didn’t move fast enough for his liking because he put a hand on my shoulder and shoved me down to the floor. My knees connected with the hardwood, stinging from the impact. I hissed out, and he chuckled.

He had his cock in hand, holding it like a weapon. His pre-cum was a steady drip off the crown, sliding down the underside, and making a sticky mess on the floor.

He was intimidating as he jerked himself off, laughing and moaning, watching me as I knelt before him and had to crane my neck just to stare into his face.

“Open wide. I’m going all the way down your throat.”

He smoothed his palm over his leaking dick, covering his flesh with pre-cum, and then he reached out fast like a cobra strike and had my jaw in his hand. He shoved his fingers between my lips, prying my mouth open, the slickness of his seed on his palm smearing all over my face.

“Take my dick like the good little slut you are.”

I moaned and relaxed my jaw as I stared at his face.

And then, he forced me to take his cock.

“ Jesus Christ ,” he hissed as he pushed inch after girthy inch into my mouth. He was in so deep I gagged right away, which caused him to groan and curse in bliss.

The masked intruder thrust his hips back and forth, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth with every passing second. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat and kept gagging violently. He was too thick and big. My eyes watered profusely before the tears slid down my cheeks, creating tracks of my degrading submission.

“Go on, pretty, little whore. Take all of me until you can’t breathe.”

I had my hands on his thighs as I tried to push him back when he thrust forward. I couldn’t suck air in through my nose, not when he would go so deep his dick head was lodged in my throat, blocking my airway.

“Such a good girl. My beautiful slut.”

Saliva pooled at the corners of my lips before sliding out and trailing down my chin and neck.

“Fucking love you crying while your mouth is full of my cock.”

The fat tears continued to roll down my cheeks as he pistoned in and out. He grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head and jerked it at an angle, opening up my throat more so he could push as deep as he could.

“Your tears make me harder.” He was lazily pumping in and out of me now, but then he would pick up speed until I was making noises around him—pleads and moans.

“Can you feel how thick I’ve gotten since being buried between these plump lips of yours?”

My eyes felt wide, my mouth wider and stuffed full of his shaft.

I moaned around his girth and nodded as much as I could with a mouthful of cock.

“Bet you never saw yourself forced to suck a stranger’s cock.” He laughed like a psychopath.

He wasn’t looking for a response, and with his hand on the back of my head still, he wasn’t letting me move away. He really started mouth-fucking me then, his balls swinging and slapping the underside of my chin every time he shoved in deep.

“I want to bury the tip deep in your throat and shoot my load right into your belly.” He picked up speed until I was clawing at his jean-clad thighs, immediately pushing him away and pulling him closer. “I want you to choke on my cum.” He chuckled. “You won’t need breakfast tomorrow because you’ll be too full from my load.”

But right before he made good on that dark promise, he pulled out and took a step back. His cock—wet and slick with my saliva—bobbed from the force.

My mouth felt swollen. I knew my lips were red. My spit dribbled out the corners, thicker than normal because I’d been gagging on his big dick.

I went to stand, not sure what was going to happen next, but when he tsked, I froze.

“No,” he deadpanned. “You crawl to the bed. I want you thoroughly humiliated before I claim that cunt.”