Bella.
His bella.
ALWAYS.
It can’t be real. It has to be my mind playing tricks on me. My attempt to pretend the man impaling me isn’t some stranger. He’s my husband.
The only way I can block out the barbaric reality of what’s happening.
I come with a loud cry that rings out for what must be miles. The orgasm blows through me in a rush of deep twitches and quakes. I thrash in the man’s arms, twisting and jerking in the chains that bind me.
But he doesn’t give a damn. He simply grips me tighter and unleashes an untold fury through the punch of his hips. I’m fucked like I’ve never been fucked before, pounded into until I’m sobbing and my pussy’s on fire. A second orgasm erupts from the sheer brutality of his fucking. I liquefy in his arms, my eyes closing, my walls contracting around his girth. He roars as he fills me up, his dick hot and engorged inside me.
I’m still out of it. Still lost in a stream of tears, confused if they were out of bliss or horror.
He pulls out of me, his heavy appendage flopping against his thigh.
With him no longer folding me up, my legs drop straight out under me. They barely feel like they belong to me, so tingly and numb. I’d probably drop to the floor if not for the restraints forcing my arms up.
I’m made to sway on the spot as he stands behind me and tucks himself away.
“Please,” I mutter. His cum dribbles down the inside of my thigh. “Please… just let me go. You’ve gotten what you wanted.”
He doesn’t dignify my plea with an answer. He ignores me like the woman before him had.
His boots thud in the dark room as he moves to get something out of my sight.
“I don’t know anything,” I say in a whiny, panicked tone. “I swear… I… I was just going with my mother and Ignazio because—OWW!”
A sharp bolt of electricity strikes my bare flesh. Some kind of cattle prod-like item pokes into the side of my torso and zaps me.A second bolt comes no more than a couple seconds later, this time on my stomach.
“OW!” I scream again. A third zap pings my left thigh. “STOP! STOP IT!”
The man uses the device to set off tiny pulses of electricity all over my body. He travels from my torso to my thighs and then my breasts.
For a second time tonight, I’m twisting in my binds as he drags the prod over the soft mound and then a flash of sharp pain rushes through my nipple. I arch against the electric shocks raining down on me and plead with him some more to stop.
“Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me what you were doing.”
“I was… OW… I was just… OW!” I cry out against a zap to my other breast. “I was he-helping my… I was helping my family… OW!”
It seems there’s no reasoning with him.
He releases another infuriated growl that disturbs me deep in my soul and then unleashes a stream of sharp electricity through my body. The prod taps against my stomach, then thighs, then the plump mound of my mons pubis. I’m heaving for air, begging for mercy as the electro device works its way to every part of me.
Sweat slicks my skin. I’m shaking in place, twitching from the electric pain even seconds after he’s stopped.
“Please,” I cry dazedly, my face wet from tears. “Please… I… shouldn’t have… I know I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean it…”
The electric cattle prod clangs as the man lets go of it and it hits the floor. He steps around me, still a tall, broad man shrouded in shadows.
It’s impossible to know what to expect next. If more punishment’s coming.
My cries deepen.
I cry over the pleasure that was forced onto me by a man holding me captive. I cry about being his captive in the first place and how I could ever be so stupid to run off with Mom and Ignazio like I had. For what feels like minutes, I cry so hard, I’m once again an empty well by the end. Sad, pathetic snivels are all I’m capable of.
The man watches me, his face hidden in the dark.
