The voices controlling me screamed into my thoughts. I blinked and tried to push back against them. I didn't want to do any of this. I didn't want to punish Laney. She was right. I was her protector, not her punisher.Where had that all come from?
"After the storm, remember? I was hiding in the closet and you found me."
I continued eating her pussy, causing her to moan and lose her train of thought.
Don't worry, she's under her own spell of The Vincent. Her desires are overtaking her thoughts. Keep going.
Laney cried, and I fought to return, but it was beginning to feel more and more like a useless battle. The more I fought, the stronger the spirit became, taking over more of my body and mind. My hand shook as it reached for the hatchet just under me.
"And with Marco. You saved me from him. I knew it was you. You took the mask upstairs to your room right before it happened. I knew it was you and I didn't tell anyone! It's because I love you, Priest! I love you!"
The Vincent and its dead inhabitants had a plan for us. She cried out with orgasm, and when she came down, I pressed the handle to her wet folds and slowly pushed it inside her.
She let out a sharp cry the instant she realized what was happening. She bucked her hips, but I held her steady. I sat up, watching her with excitement as I slowly, inch by inch, drove it deeper inside her. Tears slid down her face and she closed her eyes as I continued until I couldn't see the wood anymore.
"Your words mean nothing. I'm going to beat you and eat you and stretch you." I pulled the handle out, then thrust it back in. "Until you can behave and act like a good girl. Now moan for me, Laney."
Her mouth parted and the sound I'd demanded from her came from her throat. I pinched her nipple and continued to shove the tool in and out of her, sometimes pulling all the way out, other times only an inch or two, but the more I worked it, the looser her body became. Her eyes relaxed, her cries of pain turned into sharp gasps for breaths, and when I began to lick and suck on her breasts, her hips began to buck with need for more.
"Yes, take it, Laney. Take everything I have to give you. You've been bad, coming here, desiring another man. How many times did you come thinking it was Moth under the mask? Because that's how many times you'll be punished."
"None," she groaned. "I always knew it was you. I always wanted you."
I grinned. "Good girl, now come."
I drove the hatchet deeper into her, moving faster and harder. She let out a cry and her body arched as she came. Icontinued fucking her with the weapon as she screamed out in total ecstasy. She relaxed against her restraints, and I removed the hatchet. She tried to close her legs, but I pushed them back open.
"Aren't you done?" She sniffled. "Humiliating me? Hurting me?"
"Did it hurt? You seemed to be enjoying it." I crawled between her legs and fondled her swollen pussy. She was probably sore, but it only served to turn me on further. I wanted her to hurt.
No, I didn’t.
They did.
“It’s different in the moment.” She sniffled. “Once it’s over, you think differently."
"Who said it was over?" I positioned my cock at her widened entrance. I hadn't gone even a tick soft the entire time I'd been fucking her with the weapon. Watching her take it to its base only made me hornier. I pushed into her with ease and found her still wet, hot, and the sigh that released from her body told me she too, was still wanting. I thrust into her, our hips colliding in pleasure. "I told you. You're not going anywhere for a long time."
Rule 53 - Priest
Know your way around a pantry.
"Like hell," I said through gritted teeth. Finally, my own thoughts and words burst through the wall the spirits invading my body were trying to build inside my brain. There was no way me or Laney were staying here for eternity. In two days, Les would be here to save us. We just had to make it out of this hell-hole hotel. But it was hard when everything in my brain was screaming for me to stay instead.
Doesn't this feel good? Fucking your little sister. You can't do this anywhere else. The world will shame you.
I looked at Laney, still handcuffed, naked, and gloriously panting as I thrust my cock in and out of her soaked pussy. I couldn't remember how long we'd been doing this. Hours, days? It felt like every time I came, we'd rest only a moment before I found some other way to torture another orgasm out of her while I waited for my cock to rise again. This wasn't me. I was never this... cruel.
I spilled my seed inside her for the umpteenth time and slid off the bed, grabbing a discarded towel off the floor and cleaning myself up.
"Can you... clean me?" Laney said in a weak voice. It was taking everything in my power to push through the haze. I snickered and stepped to the foot of the bed, where her legs were splayed open. My cum spilled from her swollen pussy lips, and my cock stirred. I wasn't ready to go again, but the need to fill her pussy was strong.
"Why would I clean you up?" I asked. "I told you. You're not leaving this bed until I'm satisfied that not only have you learned how to behave, but you’re also pregnant."
The idea of Laney's belly stretched round and breasts massive turned me on immensely. I'd wanted to put a baby inside of her long before this vacation, and now, I was going to make that happen.
"Can you imagine, going home, and having to tell Mom and Dad what you were up to during your retreat?" I walked around the bed, admiring her exhausted, weak but beautiful body. "Eventually you'll have to confess once you're pregnant and they're going to demand who the father is, and I'll get to sit back and smile, knowing that it was me who did that to you."
