Elena
I should’ve screamed, ran, fought, but as my pussy squeezed within itself, aching for a repeat of last night, I knew I was gone; possessed by something I could not name. This wasn’t me, I would never, I could never want this, need this so badly I could barely speak. I craved this so much I couldn’t think straight.
“Oh, troublemaker, the stench of your needy pussy is what fuels me.” Before I could place why that name felt familiar, I felt the warmth of its tongue wrapped around my nipple through the fabric of my nightgown, sending my head falling back as I released a moan; a breathless whisper of pure need.
“No, don’t…I can’t give you what…oh yes…” Another moan escaped me, as its fingers caressed the walls of my pussy, sliding in easily with how wet I already was for it.
“Oh, but you are.” It forced another finger in. “And I will take it, Elena…no matter how much you fucking deny it. I will take it, your very essence, your life, your light, your sweet fucking cunt…they belong to me now!” he shouted, in that loud deafening kind of way that filled my head, drowning any other thought that should’ve been mine. In an angry I-own-you kind of way that made me cower and want to do as he said.
“You will obey, and in your obedience you will submit to me. To this monster you’ve made of me,” it sneered.
“I…I…” I stammered as streams of tears flowed down my cheeks. Before the words could leave my throat, my cheek was met by a hand in a forceful, sharp, stinging manner. I didn’t know what made me shut up first, the slap, the shock of it, or how much I loved the pain.
“You will obey!” It grabbed my throat again, and I swear to whatever was bigger than it and I both, that something about the last five seconds, from him telling me to obey, to the slap, the chokehold, and the final act of warning, had a switch flicking inside of me.
It had me whispering, “I’ll obey you.”
Then silence…silence that lasted long enough to make me think it had gone, left me in the pile of shame and need I had found myself in. Just as I was convinced that maybe I had entered a depraved slumber, I felt a strong forceful yank on my nightgown. The poor fabric tore instantly from my body, the cold hair hitting my skin so sharp it stung.
Again, just like yesterday, it had rendered me naked, bare, stripped of everything, including my dignity.
“You make both the living and the dead jealous, Elena…looking like this…” I felt its tongue again, this time on my neck, right where my pulse pounded the hardest. There was something about death feeling my heart beat that made me want to beg him. But this time, not to leave me alone, but to do far worse…to stay.
In seconds, I watched the table move with such force it hit the TV. That should’ve scared me, but no, it only excited me. Mademe clench my walls in anticipation of whatever was to come.
“Don’t…” I dared say. Unsure of what was going to leave my mouth next, I closed it.
“Do you like jam, brave girl?” it whispered, placing me on the ground with an ease I wouldn’t have believed it was capable of.
I could not answer, the question in itself was a surprise. It was different, kinder, almost human...I couldn’t answer it. Was this another trick question? Would one wrong answer earn me another slap? Fuck! Did I want that? Maybe?
Then slowly, I felt its hands on my thighs, then my knees, before it was parting my legs. Air kissed my pussy in an instant, making me inhale sharply. The cool feeling of the jam on my back was the least of my concerns. What filled my thoughts though was the feeling in my pussy…the cold, wet, sticky feeling of…JAM? He was sticking jam inside me, scraping jam off the floor and pressing it into me, and fuck my life...I fucking moaned.
“Don’t…”A lie escaped my mouth.“Please…”A truth.“Oh God…”Another lie. I didn’t believe in God, and I knew for sure that whatever it was, wasn’t God.
“There is no God here, troublemaker…there is just me, you, and a fucking sweet pussy that I’m dying to taste.” Just as his words landed on my ears, I felt it…his tongue, inside me…licking me, eating me, devouring me.
“Fuck!” I screamed. I had nothing to hold, too afraid to dare place my hand on it. I wasn’t even sure if it was possible...so I stretched one arm to the couch, and the other grabbed my breast, kneading my nipple as this…thisthing…ate me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” I moaned, my hips bucking into the pleasure as my body welcomed its tongue. It had to be in my head, it had to be all made up…because why did I feel its tongue grow inside me, go deeper into me, almost filling me up completely? Fuck, I was mad, losing every last trace of sanity I had left.
But not a single part of me dared to care.
“Fucking needy, fucking starved…you poor fucking girl…look at you whimpering for me,” it purred, adding more jam, like I was bread he couldn’t wait to keep eating.
His words haunted me. The truth of them…how fucking starved and needy was I that I let this…thisthingdo things like this to me. I was certain something had come over me, possessed me into wanting this, needing this.
“Please…more. I need more.”
“That…that I will obey.” And with that, its tongue was back inside me, fucking me more than eating me. I felt teeth, goo, tongue, everything that should be wrong but felt so fucking right.
I held the couch to ground me, while my other hand squeezed my breasts harder, pinching and tugging on my nipples, missing the feel of his tongue on it.
“Fucking hell,” I screamed, my body betraying me as it shook.
It held my legs open as I tried to clamp them around it, the pleasure too much. I could feel its fingers drawing blood from the force of them being buried into my flesh. Fuck the pain grounded me. The liquid–my blood–trailing slowly down my thighs added to a feeling I could not name. Somehow, everything in this moment had me close to climaxing.
“I’m…fuck…please. I’m gonna…Yes, yes, please more,” I moaned, almost crying as I rocked my hips harder, tightening my grip around my breast, kneading harder on my aching nipple.
