My fingers work methodically at the knots, loosening them to free her wrists. “Don’t get excited. You’re not going anywhere.”
She immediately tries to reach for the needles in her breasts, but I catch her wrists from behind, squeezing until she whimpers.
“No touching. Those stay in.”
I release her ankles next, keeping a firm grip on her upper arm as I pull her to her feet. Her legs buckle immediately, still weak from the knife wound and the drugs in her system.
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers, her voice broken from all of the screaming.
I don’t answer. Instead, I sit down in the chair she was just in and pull her onto my lap roughly, one leg on each side.
I tilt my head toward him, a silent cue before the words follow. “Come here.”
Her body tenses against mine as I position her to straddle me, her covered pussy pressed against the bulge in my pants. The needles in her nipples bob slightly with each movement, sending fresh drops of blood down her pale skin.
He approaches from behind her, his head tilted with that curious, childlike quality that always precedes to his worst impulses.
“Cut her underwear off and then place your knife at her throat,” I instruct him. “Make sure she doesn’t move too much.”
Puppet’s eyes widen as my partner automatically cuts the thin fabric of her panties and rips them off. Once they are on the floor, he pressesagainst her back, the cold metal of his blade kissing the delicate skin of her neck.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I explain, my voice clinical as I unzip my pants. “You’re going to ride me.”
“No,” she breathes out, the word barely audible. “Please-“
The knife presses deeper, not enough to break skin, but enough to silence her.
“You’re going to ride me,” I repeat, “and you’re going to cum.”
My cock springs free as I pull it out, already hard from watching the needles pierce her flesh earlier. I guide her hips, positioning her directly above me.
“If you don’t,” I continue, looking past her shoulder to my accomplice, whose breathing has grown heavier with anticipation, “my friend here is going to take that flashlight; yes,thatone.” I breath in and then exhale, “And then he’ll fuck that tight little asshole of yours until you bleed out.”
I lower her slowly onto my cock, feeling her body resist before giving way. She’s still wet from my associate’s earlier assault, making the entry easier. Her walls clencharound me, her body seemingly betraying her mind once again.
“Move,” I command, gripping her hips tight enough to bruise.
She remains frozen, tears streaming down her face.
“I said move.” I thrust upward sharply, making her gasp as I hit deep inside her. The needles in her nipples sway with the movement.
Behind her, my partner chuckles, the sound sending a visible shudder through her body. “Tick tock, Vicky,” he sings, dragging the flat of the blade across her shoulder blades. “Better start bouncing before I get bored.”
Her thighs tremble as she finally begins to move, rising slightly before sinking back down. Each movement is hesitant, reluctant, her body fighting against what I’m forcing her to do.
“Faster,” I demand, slapping her thigh hard enough to leave a red handprint.
I watch her face carefully as she complies. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to disconnect from what’s happening.
That won’t do.
My hand snakes up to her breast, fingerswrapping around one of the needles. “Look at me when you fuck me,” I order.
Her eyes open, wide with terror.
“Good girl. Now, I want to feel you cum on my cock.” I twist the needle slightly, just enough to send a bit of pain through her. “And don’t think about faking it. I’ll know.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed, her hips still moving in that mechanical rhythm. “Please, I can’t-“
