4. Kase

CHAPTER 4

Alex gets up and heads to the bathroom. I watch his tight bubble butt move as he walks, and my cock begins to stir again. I never get tired of that warm hole. My attention shifts to the girl in the coffin underneath the bed. I lay still and listen for her breathing. I hear nothing. It doesn't disturb me because I know she's ok. Her prison was designed to be too uncomfortable for death - no matter how hard she might pray for it. She's learning. It displeases me. I want her to suffer, to know the pain I live with every day. If I had my way, it would be her father in that box, but that's not how things play out in my world. Fucking the old man within an inch of his life would be satisfying, but ultimately show weakness and flaws. No matter how humiliation or suffering I cause him, it wouldn't help because I've learned that people bear pain easier when it's inflicted on them instead of those they love, and he loves his daughter. That's why I demanded her as compensation. He refused to sign her up to the Wife for Hire agency, but his wife wasn't as reluctant. She knew that it was the girl or their lifestyle. Cold-hearted bitch.

My mind comes back to the room and to the girl. Her silence unnerved me, and I needed her afraid. I need her screaming and tortured. If she just gave up or adjusted to stay under the radar, there would be no vengeance or joy in that for me. I move off the bed silently and feel the bare marble tile on my warm feet. Cum still drips from my semi-hard cock. I cross the room silently and make my way to the closet. The one she dreads. I retrieve the Heretics Fork and go back to the bedroom. Trying to recall what it said on the agency form about her fears. I reach for my phone and find the sound I need. My finger slides over the play icon, and the quiet room is filled with the sound of hissing and slithering. I hear her breathing become heavier and I get excited. She's trying to stay in control, and I need to take it from her. I remove the pillowcase and drag the heavy beaded material across the floor, occasionally grazing the box as I go. I can hear the breathing increase and her thuds as she moves away from the sound. There's nothing more terrifying than out-of-place sounds in the dark. I move the phone closer and take the fork and scratch against the wood. She screams and my hard-on pulsates. I pull the box out from under the bed and rip it open. She lets an aching, terrified scream. The smell of her waste and sweat hit me like a smack. I recoil.

"Weren't you told to stay quiet?" I scream at her. Alex's laughs echo in the bathroom even from the shower.

"I'm sorry..." Her eyes are pleading, but she finds no mercy in the eyes looking back at her.

"SHUT UP!" I scream. She stops talking but can't control the sobbing. I take the fork by the collar and loosen the catch. "Maybe this will help you!" She doesn't speak, but the begging and side-to-side shaking of her head make what she wants obvious. I ignore her and fasten the collar around her neck and position the fork under her chin. She calms down instantly, out of self-preservation. The points of the fork cause dimples and reddening of the skin, and she has to stretch her neck to find relief. I slam the lid of her death box shut and push it back under the bed. Her whimpering is all the push I need to find release for my aching cock. I follow it like a divining rod to the hole I know is always ready to welcome it. I climb in behind Alex and immediately he grinds his soapy ass into me. He's been waiting for me. He's prepared himself for me and within minutes will devour me, large headfirst and then all nine inches. I look at myself in the small mirror underneath the shower head and love the way my face contorts with pleasure at the ecstasy of his tight hole spasming with pleasure with each thrust. The harder I fucked him, the more he spasmed. His blonde hair is wet and clinging to the sides of his face like an athlete drenched in sweat instead of hot water. He breathes heavily but his moans are not as loud as before, so I thrust myself into him balls deep. Through the second wall and he lets out a guttural scream. It makes me even harder and when I pull out, he quivers and half sighs with relief and pleasure. My pumping continues slower, more teasing, and then I pump faster and deeper as he moans and screams.

"Play with your cock. Get hard for me." I whisper in his ear, and he obliges. He strokes himself and soon his cock is hard and leaking milk. "Come for me. I want you to come while I'm fucking you." I instruct him. He starts working his cock faster and faster until we're in rhythm and after a few minutes, he shoots his load all over the terracotta tile. I watch the white milk splatter in bursts across the wall and the simultaneous twitching of his prostate on my cock pushes me over. I cum inside him as I lift my hand to his mouth, and he suckles my thumb the way I like. We shower together and he washes my black hair and massages my scalp. When we're done, he gets out first. Wrinkled from being in the water for so long. It's more than we can say about the girl in there.

"She needs to clean herself and the box too." I say to Alex.

"Yes. The smell is horrible -when you open it. Tomorrow. When you're at work, I'll have her do it." He says.

"Thank you." I smile in appreciation. "I suppose you'd better prepare her for the dinner on Tuesday. When she makes her first appearance."

"Do you think that's wise? Aren't you afraid she'll betray you or talk about us?" He asks.

"There's only one way to find out. Besides, she knows what's at stake if she lets me down and there'll be no better time to take her for a test drive. Her father's spies will be there, and I want them to tell him. What's the point of her suffering if he doesn't know about it?" I finish and catch sight of a smile cross Alex's face. He loves her suffering. I wonder if it's because it makes me happy or for his own reasons.