I look around for lube, but there’s none. Of course, she’s that fucking sadistic. Breathing deeply, I try to pretend I’m Peter, my time with him branded onto my soul. Maybe if I can pretend to be the monster in my nightmares, it’ll make this easier.
Snip. Another thread to reality snaps. I embrace it, the floating feeling, even as the roar of desperate horniness rushes through me.
I suck a finger in my mouth, wetting it as much as possible before I line it up with his puckered hole. I slowly insert my finger before stretching out so I can take his soft cock in my mouth. His hissed breath is like salt in the open wounds I’m carrying, but I can’t stop what I’m doing.
I’m not sure what I hate most; the fact I’m going to have to rape him, or that I’m going to have to force him to enjoy it. I know how much that fucks with the head…
It takes a while, but I use every bit of my practice until his cock slowly hardens. His sobs mix with gasps. But fuck, he’s so tight. There's no way I’ll even get a second finger in.
I raise my head, popping off his cock, and meet his eyes, trying to reassure him. “You’ll enjoy this. You just need to relax and let me in. It’ll hurt worse if you don’t.”
“Fuck. You,” he hisses. “I’ll never enjoy this, you sick fuck!”
His words are arrows to my heart, and while I’d rather he hate me, it doesn’t make it easier. I give the short laugh that I know Cecily expects, as I go back to my job. This time, I remove my finger and I drop lower, grasping the man’s ass and pulling his cheeks apart. I slowly lick around his hole, before dipping into the center.
“Oh shit,” he mutters, and a tear of my own slips down, even as I double my efforts.
I suck and lick, not letting up until I’m able to get my tongue inside. Fucking him with my tongue, he starts to make whimpering sounds, almost riding my face. I pull back, forcing myself to chuckle.
“See? Give in. I’ll make it good for you.”
I duck down, taking his cock into my mouth again, closing myself off to his curses as I insert two of my fingers into his ass, stretching him further. Thankfully, rimming has softened him up.
I raise my head and use more saliva on my fingers. This time, I manage to get three inside him, searching for his prostate as I suck his dick even harder. His sudden moan lets me know I hit it, and I spend time tapping the gland, forcing him to enjoy the ministrations. When his legs tremble, I pull off and take my fingers out.
Glancing around, I search for a condom, but don’t see any. The need to sink into his hole is becoming unbearable, but I force myself off the bed and head toward the man leaning against the wall. His sneer of disgust doesn’t cool me off, it only increases the hatred poisoning my veins.
“Get back to what you’re supposed to be doing,” he snaps at me.
I clench my fingers into fists and shake my head. “Not without a condom.”
Cursing, he presses a finger by his ear. It must be an earpiece that allows him to communicate with the Queen Bitch. With a grunt of revulsion, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a condom, tossing it at me. “There. But you make him come on your cock.”
I bite back a retort about how I’m surprised he even carries around a condom, considering how ugly he is. Although, given I can see that he’s got a hard-on of his own, it appears he’s a fucking sick man who gets off on this shit.
With shaking hands, I tear the wrapper and turn back toward the young man. Sheathing myself quickly, I inhale sharply, forcing myself to go forward with this. I say a quick prayer to a God I don’t believe in anymore, hoping this can be over quick.
Climbing back onto the bed, I murmur, “Relax. This will be over soon.”
I spit in my hand, trying to give some moisture to my cock, because I know without lube this will fucking hurt, no matter how much I've prepared him, especially since he’s a virgin.
I slowly enter him, shaking as I hold myself back from the increasing desire to fuck him hard. I’m fighting whatever drug they forced inside my body, but it’s the only thing I can do, even if it feels like it’s tearing myself in two. It’s slow moving, and I lick my hand so that I can start to jerk him off, trying to give him pleasure instead of only pain.
“Fuck, it hurts,” he cries as I bottom out. Hardening my heart, I don’t respond, not even managing the laugh I know Cecily expects. I give him as much time as I can manage, to get used to me, before withdrawing, only to thrust in again.
I groan at the pleasure igniting inside me, hating it even as I shudder at the feeling. I adjust my angle, trying to hit his prostate as I move inside him. My brain is spinning out of control as I try to focus on jerking him off, while concentrating on his prostate, and finding my own pleasure, so the heat inside me will finally cool.
I’m not sure how long I’m lost in this hell. The dichotomy of needing to come so bad that I think I’ll die if I don’t, mixed with the knowledge I’m taking something away that isn’t mine to take, keeps my sanity on the very edge. Soon I fear I’ll lose the battle.
My thrusts get rougher, and I can’t bite back a muttered apology at his curse, as I’m too lost to the toxin inside me. Hell, I hope it kills me right now.
Eventually, he starts to shake, and his curses turn to moans. Gritting my teeth, I manage to spit out, “That’s it. Come for me. Show me how much you love this. That you’re made for it. Like a fucking whore.”
His back bows as spurts of cum land on his chest. I jerk him frantically through his orgasm, and when he melts into the bed, I finally let go and fuck him hard. I need to come, to finish this, and my brain finally gives in and lets my body do what it wants, what it needs.
Thank fuck it doesn’t take long before I’m coming. I slump against him as I finish. With a deep breath, I pull out, wincing at the sight of his inflamed asshole. I take the condom off, tossing it to the side.
I stumble off the bed, unable to look at what I’ve done. I should. I should imprint it on my memory. To remind myself of the ugliness that's inside me. But like a coward, I flee. I can’t fucking stand it. Knowing I’ve ruined someone. FUCK.
