My bloody hand returns to her throat, painting her with gore as I squeeze tight, then I start smashing the tip of my pierced cock against her cervix at full force. The table rocks violently on fragile legs, barely holding the weight of what I’m doing to her. As her tits bounce wildly and her pussy clenches around me, I can’t help but stare at her, taking in every little detail.
Her screams scrape at my sanity as I ram my cock into the furthest depths of her at a steep angle, and my eyes roll back in my head, trying to hold back.
When she comes the first time, I slow my pace, easing in and out as she soaks me, her perfect cunt spasming in time with our irregular breaths.
My heavy gaze sweeps down her twitching body beneath me. How it’s reacting to the onslaught, how she’s barely holding it together.
Her pulse thumps against my fingertips—that pulse of life I could easily snatch away from her. I rip my hand away and pull my cock out of her throbbing pussy with a frustrated growl, trying not to think about it.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I force her to sit up and drag her off the table, until her weak legs almost give way. But I catch her, wrapping my arm around her waist from behind and lift her before walking forward.
I lower her onto the cannon, positioning her frontally and her legs uselessly dangle over each side. As she tries to get herself together and wake up from her intense high, I push her tutu up, revealing her peachy ass to me. grabbing the flimsy fishnets, I split them further apart until they’re stretched over her cheeks.
With my legs on each side of the cannon, I press the tip against her dripping hole, then grab her waist in both hands, elevating her ass.
In one brutal trust, I plunge my full length all the way inside her with no mercy, and she screams, her juicy cunt biting down on me from the invasion.
The sound echoes through the room, and me, but I don’t stop. I use my full dominance, keeping her restrained against the mental as I use her pussy sadistically. I bang my dick inside her over and over, fast and brutal, smashing her cunt in cruelly.
And in the process, I feel my sanity drifting with each passing second and every thrust I deliver. My fingers dig into her flesh more harshly, leaving bruises, and my teeth grinding so hard they could crack.
Without thinking straight, my hand shoots out, fingers curling around one of the thick iron chains dangling from the cannon’s rusted mouth.
She barely has time to flinch or understand what I’m doing before I’m looping it around her neck tight. Once, twice, three times.
Then I pull, hard.
Her body jolts, every muscle snapping tight. Her back bows, throat stretching against the links, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. I suck two of my fingers, swirling them over my pierced tongue before shoving them deep in her asshole, all the way to the knuckle.
She doesn’t have time to react, I start fucking her aggressively again, ruining both holes and everything seems to distort as she lets out strangled screams between choked breaths.
My mind’s slipping, turning sick, twisting to thoughts of her dead. How easy it would be to silence the cries. How fucking beautiful she’d look lifeless. The image claws at me, begging to be real. But I try to shove it down, and bury it deep in the darkest, rotting corner of my mind.
Yet, it keeps resurfacing like an old friend, time and time again.
“Come for me, my little corpse.” I bite out, head tilted back, eyes rolling back until only the whites remain. “Come for the monster who owns your soul, the air you breathe and the fucking end of your existence.”
My dark red gaze locks back onto my dripping dick and fingers plunging inside her, my hand tightening around the chain, cutting off her airway fully.
“Drench me while I drag you across the line between pleasure and death. Just die for me a little as I try to fuck the life out of your cunt.”
When I feel her come hard again, the mess of her wrecked pussy leaking down the cannon in wet streaks, I don’t even stop like I should’ve.
I’m blacking out again, and my body’s moving on its own, running on pure instinct and autopilot.
It’s doing things I don’t want it to. Or maybe I do. I fucking can’t tell anymore.
All I know is, if she doesn’t stop me… I can’t stop myself.
Her cunt pulses around me, the sound of her come slurping up and down my shaft resonating in my ears, turning me the fuck on even more, making it worse, and I just continue to smash into her, carelessly while I choke her to death.
“Press… the button…” I bite out, knowing I can’t prevent this, and I’m past the point of no return.
My eyes flick up to where she’s shaking, skin paling fast, the life bleeding out of her with every second. My balls tighten, my release building, but I’m gonna fucking kill her before I even get there.
“Press. The. Fucking Button. And stop me, little corpse!” I snap loudly, each word tight.
Her thumb hovers, trembling just above it. Teasing and taunting like she’s testing me. Testing the limits of what the fuck I am, like some reckless, stupid fucking girl who doesn’t know she’s one second from dying by my hands.
