Escape
1277 Words
VASILLA
I got down from the bed, his eyes followed my movements as I stood right in front of him. His words reverberated in my head,
“ Strip.”
“ Oh yes, I was going to give him a show.”
I smiled at him, he looked on coldly, clicking his teeth as he waited for me. I just stood right there.
He looked at me, his patience grew thin, the veins on his forehead bulged and his fists folded with his fingers digging into his palms.
He snarled at me.
In the blink of an eye, he lunged at me, he smashed my back against the hard wall.
“ f**k!” I yelled.
I pushed back at him, I wasn't willing to back down but he was far stronger. He pinned my hands behind me, growling at me with saliva pouring from his mouth.
“ Be a good whore.” He snarled.
I refuted, shaking my head in a teasing manner, I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips in a seductive manner. That got him infuriated and he pushed me harder against the wall.
His hands wrapped around my neck, making a mark as he looked into my eyes with a sinister look.
“ Bitch.” He cursed me, pulling his hands away from my hand and giving me a slap against my cheeks.
Tears filled my eyes, looking at him.
He pulled away, I sniffled, calmly peeling off the dress on my body. His eyes followed my movements, I was left naked with just my thin panties.
He sat on the bed, expecting a show. I smiled at him, moving my waist in a sensual manner, I whined my waist and jiggled my ass as I moved to him.
His eyes darkened, grunts leaving his lips in an animalistic manner.
“ I want you.” He groaned, his face twisted in passion and desire.
I turned to the side, placing my hands on my knees and popping my ass on his face to show my fleshy ass. With one swoop, I fell back on his lap. I felt the bulge against the crack of my ass, it was right on my swollen c**t.
His hands groped my t**s, flicking my bud between his fingers and squashing them like berries.
“ Ahn.” I moaned softly, closing my eyes and pushing my head backwards. I grinded my waist on his laps, feeling the heat and yearning for his c**k.
“ Want me to f**k your cunt?” He whispered nastily into my ears, he squeezed my boobies harder, giving me a smack on my jugs.
“ Ouch.” I whimpered, they felt heavy and they became harder at his touch like they wanted to let out milk.
“ Answer me. I want you to call me your daddy.” He pressed on, leaving my boobs and choking me. He was trying to break me, but I couldn't back down.
“ Yes, daddy.” I cooed. There was a farm glint in his eyes, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned my neck to the side and smashed his lips onto mine
“ Fuck.”
That felt wonderful, his lips sucked and nibbled on my lower lips while his tongue thrusted into my mouth and pried my teeth open.
“ Umm.. Ahn.” I moaned sweetly, his hands moved down my boobs. I gasped softly, moving my waist on him and pressing my back against his chest, lost in the rhythm and wanting more of him.
His hands slipped to my panties, he rubbed on the patch of wetness first.
“ Oh fuck.” I cursed, pulling away from his lips before I smashed them back into his lips as he slammed his long finger into me.
“ Oh so fuckin tight.” He groaned, feeling my p***y clench to his fingers and milk. He thrusted into my p***y, jabbing at my g spot.
I panted harshly, wailing on his legs as I felt the pain and pleasure. I felt my legs shake as I watched his expression turn cold.
He pulled me up, flung me to the bed as he jumped onto it too.. pulling off his trousers as his huge d**k sprang out of his boxers.
“ f**k,.you are huge.” I whispered, biting my lips in fear and apprehension.
He didn't say a word, just gave a groan and pulled my legs down. He spread them, looking at my p***y that was gushing out its wet juices with no control.
“ Oh fuck.” I moaned, shaking, I felt his warm breath fan on my p***y. He stuck his tongue out, taking a dip of it before he started lapping on it like a hungry dog.
“ Oh yessssss.” I moaned loudly, spreading my legs apart and pushing my waist into his face. Just as he saw that I was about to hit my climax again.
He pulled away, I was breathing hard by this time. He stroked his d**k, rubbing on the cap that was coated with his juices then he rammed it into my tight cunt.
“ Oh yes.” I moaned like a b***h.
He tore me up, my p***y swallowed up his huge rod and my mouth flew open as I gasped for breath. He wasn't waiting for my tiny cave to adjust, instead he started pounding my p***y.
“ Ah ah ah.” I moaned loudly, my eyes flew open as I held to my boobs that flew everywhere and looked deep into his eyes as he pounded my p***y. His harsh breathing and my moans filled the room.
His hand held my neck, bending his back as his d**k caved deeper into my p***y and smashing against the walls of my womb.
“ Oh my goddd.” I screamed, holding the bed as I felt I was about to fly off while my head hit the bed stand.
My p***y clamped on his c**k, he groaned, f*****g his way into my tunnel as his balls made a wet sound at every thrust he made.
“ Oh my goodness. !!!” I moaned loudly, closing my eyes and holding my boobs that swung. I shouldn't be enjoying this. I couldn't help myself.
“ I'm not done with you yet bitch.” He said in a deep voice, pulling out of me and flipping me to the other side.
“ Bend over!” He commanded, giving me a smack on my ass and pressing my back down.
“You are mine and you would do whatever I want. Your choice doesn't matter.” Damian said, and I nodded, peeling off my dress with tears forming in my eyes as he was looking at me like I was a s*x toy he just bought.
“Good, perfect. Now lie on the bed, we would all take our turns on you. You would take it like the slut you are.” Damian said,
That rang a bell in my head, he wanted to share me with his men? No, I can't, I can't let my first time be with multiple men.
“No, please don't do that. I might die from the pain.” I cried, but he paid no heed to my tears as he began to walk towards the door. No! I must do something!
And I snatched the holy knife used as an ornament on the wall and pierce it through his heart. Groaning, as he fell to the floor slowly.
Oh no. I had killed someone. Maybe I was really a bad omen.
But I knew I needed to run.
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