She doesn’t have a say in anything we do. We bought her for our pleasure. The fact that we plan to train her to be one of us is a treat. I put my hand under my hood, spitting in my palm and stroking my dick. Then I suck two of my fingers, coating them in my saliva. It’s gonna hurt her, but I don’t want friction burnon my cock.
I place my spit covered fingers at her back hole and rub my saliva around the puckered flesh. Ignoring her whimpers and pleas, she tries to pull away, which earns her ass another smack. The skin is red and starting to raise.
The colour looks good on her pale skin. When her hole is wet enough, I notch my dick at her entrance. I don’t give her a second to brace as I push my tip in.
I know she’ll feel my cross, and the balls pushing on the ring of muscle. Holding back my animalistic roar, I sink into her tight opening. The first bar of my Jacob’s ladder catches for a second before punching in.
My thrust is slow as I work all 8 barbells into her ass until I bottom out. My breathing is raspy, and I ignore her sobs as I pull out to the tip and slam all nine inches into her.
She screams and bucks her hips, a full body sob coming out of her. I bet money that she’s crying. Her face blotchy, tears and snot pouring out. Little pleasesand stops come out of her mouth. Red’s begging turns me on even more. Ignoring her, I fuck into her like a feral beast.
After a few thrusts it’s easier, and looking down to where my dick disappears into her ass, I see the faint trail of blood. My moan stops in my throat, my body acting like it’s possessed.
My hips snap, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room. Red’s body goes limp as she accepts her fate.
Her hole clenches around me, and knowing I’m the first to fuck her ass sends a thrill down my body. I can’t hold it back anymore. It’s been forever since I fucked anything.
I thrust once more before I’m flooding her ass. Tingles shoot up my spine as I empty my load. My cock stays buried deep inside her, and I try to calm my breathing.
I pull out and tuck myself away. She doesn’t move, her body broken after everything it’s been through today.
Standing up, I go to the bathroom and unlock the door. I grab the one facecloth that we put in here, wet it and head back out to her. I lock thedoor behind me, and see she still hasn’t moved, but Red is sobbing and shaking.
I move towards her face to wipe it for her when she pulls away from me. “Dont fucking touch me.” Her voice is unsteady.
I’m not gonna fight her right now. The high from my orgasm still runs through me. Beeping sounds through the hatch as my alarm goes off.
Perfect timing.
I throw the cloth on her back then head to the door. Leaving her like a used up sex doll. When the lock opens, I walk out withoutsparing her a glance.
Chapter 14
He’s left me alone for a while now.How long has it been?I can’t even use the lights to judge because he turns them onand off every few minutes. Or is it hours?
My body has been ripped apart, my pussy aches, and my ass throbs. I’ve never done anal before. No, I'm not a prude, but my taste is on the vanilla side.
The few boyfriends I had were sweet and caring when we made love. We would take our time and get lost in the sheets. Sure, I didn’t always finish, but it was still enjoyable.
My parents were well off, and I had a comfy life. They paid for me to go to college. When I moved out of the dorms, I got my apartment and a good paying job.
Yes, it was kinda boring, but it was familiar and routine. I’ve always been a social butterfly and barely spent time alone.
I was popular in high school and college. If I wasn’t in class or sleeping, I was at study groups, mixers or parties. Even after college, my friends kept in contact, going for lunch dates or drinks. Every Sunday I’d have brunch with my coworkers.
The sound of the door unlocking snaps me out of my thoughts. I’ve been laying on my back looking up at the light bulb. My gaze turns to look at the door, fuck head doesn’t move to come in.
Instead, he tosses a school bag in the room, then shutsand locks the door again. I lay there confused as fuck, not sure what to do.
Slowly, I situp, swinging my legs over the cot, and my muddy feet hit the dirt floor. I stare at the bag wondering what could be inside, but I’m too scared to move.
A voice filling the room startles me, and I jump as it speaks. “Part 2.”
He must mean part two of my punishment, but what does that entail? At least he’s done fucking me for now.
Standing on shaky legs, my body screams in protest as I tip-toe towards the bag. I pick it up, feeling the weight of its contents.
It’s not heavy, but something sloshes with the movement. My mind races as I bring the bag back to the cot. Sitting down, I take a few minutes to gather the courage to open it.
