Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Elizabeth

Ikeep breathing heavily through my nostrils. The gag is hurting my throat. It's so deep inside me that I'm sure it will damage something inside me. I whimpered again when he began to move his fingers inside me.

My ass automatically tightens around his fingers, making it more uncomfortable. He opens his fingers up inside me, and I yell at the stretch I feel. I look to my side and see the giant butt plug he left on the table. I relax against his fingers I never want that thing inside me. It looks as big as my fist.

The longer he continues to finger my ass it begins to feel nice, and I try not to make a sound to alert him to what I feel.

His fingers tighten against my ass cheek.

"That's a good Fuckdoll. Relax your asshole for me." His deep voice sounds deeper with a husky tone to it.

I think back to his words and pray he cums quickly. I don't like anal sex. It's too painful.

He pulls his fingers out, but a few moments later, he tries to push his thick dick inside me. The pressure doesn't let up. And I gasp not only as his head slips inside but as my fingertips ache pressing against the bed covers.

I try and relax my ass for him, so he finished quickly. He pushes another few inches in, and I groan as he stretches me out.

"This is such a tight asshole. You're going to be my perfect pretty Fuckdoll," he said, groaning as he pulled back and thrust into me again.

Please, please, please, please, cum quickly. I chant in my head. My heart is pounding in fear because he feels so large inside me.

He grips my hips and surges deeper inside me. I force myself not to tighten up.

He moans and holds me close to his body. The room is cold, and his body heat feels good.

"Sit up. Get off your hands."

I follow his instructions because it eases the pain in my fingernails. But his thick hands grip my thighs, and he lifts me off the bed. I quickly lean my head back so I don't topple forward. It only sinks me deeper onto his cock.

He walks across to the other side of the room, and I cringe when I see him walking towards the mirror.

He stops in front of the mirror, and I immediately close my eyes. His hands shuffle along till they hold my ass. He begins me lift me up and down his cock. It feels so deep and intense that I moan.

"Open your eyes Fuckdoll," he said.

I can't. I shake my head. He holds me still but slides himself slowly in and out of my asshole.

"Do you know what a Fuckdoll is?"

I don't open my eyes or respond to the crazy fucker.

"You're just a container to dump my cum in. If you don't open up your eyes once I've nut inside your asshole, I will take a long piss deep inside your asshole. I'm going to fill you up and use your holes as my personal little toilet."

My eyes fly open, and I look at his eyes that are above my head.

"Good, Fuckdoll. Now look at your cunt."

My eyes drop down the mirror, and not only do I see myself impaled on his dick. I see his name scrawled all over my pubis area. Zak's pussy, the tattoo read.

He places one hand under my thigh and the other on my ass cheek.

"Now keep your blue eyes on mine while I fuck your dirty little asshole."

His words make me shiver, but I bring my eyes to him, and I can see the intense need burning in his eyes.

He moves me up and down slowly as if I can feel everything tenfold in this position. I relax each time he impales me on his cock. He shows no signs of tiring as he thrusts his hips upwards, driving deeper inside me.

"You know what's perfect?" He asked, keeping his eyes on mine.

I shake my head. My eyes catch the barbells on my nipples. They are silver with white or pearl balls on either side of my nipples. I swallow on the throat gag when I see them.

"Your cunt is weeping to be fucked," he said with a nasty smirk. "Just like a Fuckdoll should be. Have her holes ready for her owner anytime he needs to dump his cum. Hmm?"

I don't look down or acknowledge his words because I can feel myself getting wet. He looks so powerful, holding me up with ease. He has a large body that I can see clearly because I look tiny by comparison. I feel the tears of helplessness well up.

I look like his fucking doll.