PREY

PREY 2

“You like c**k? Hmm?” He pulled out and slapped it across my mouth as I gagged, trying to stop my gag reflex from vomiting. I wasn’t ready for throat f*****g and he hadn’t exactly prepared me gently. He forced it back into my mouth. “Suck it, choke yourself on my dick.” He laughed as I tried to raise my neck to suck his d**k, the angle making it hard to hold my neck in position and he laughed as he snatched my hair and impatiently f****d my face again. “You don’t get to f*****g breathe unless I say you can. I asked you... Do.You.Like.Cock?” His last four words were punctuated as he slammed deeper down my throat, hitting my uvula each time. I was ready to throw up, I couldn’t breathe. I nodded but it wasn’t enough.

I looked up at him through teary eyes and nodded, my vision blacking out as I couldn’t breathe and finally he pulled out. “f**k, you’re perfect.” He breathed and he spat in my face. I winced, sobbing.

“Please, no more. I can’t.” I begged. I meant it, my stomach hurt from having to suppress my gag reflex and my throat burned. It hurt and it was humiliating. To my surprise, he uncuffed my arms but the grin on his face told me he wasn’t done with me yet. He only removed the cuffs from the latch. I was still wearing the cuffs around my wrists.

“Fine. Up on that table.” He forced me to stand, hoisting me across the room and pushing me over a table, pulling my skirt up and undies aside and, without any warning, he entered me. I yelped, my body had prepared itself before I was able to process it. I gasped involuntarily and he pulled my hair.

“You like my c**k, slut?” His voice was cruel as he pumped into me. I moaned involuntarily as the pressure made me feel giddy. “God, you moan like a f*****g w***e, shy girls like you always do.” He pulled my hair so I was forced to press the side of my face into the table as he roughly f****d me. He spat on my exposed face and I winced.

“Ow, please. You’re hurting me.” I begged. I knew he just wanted a reaction from me but I couldn’t help it. He was hurting me. I tried to push myself up with my arms,but he was forcing me down onto the table and could easily lift me back into position. Each time I struggled he would only get rougher and would hit my cervix.

“So wet, turn around. I want to watch you suffer for me.” He roughly turned me to face him, forcing my legs apart and penetrating me roughly. He’d forced my clothes aside to expose my skimpy bra. I heard him gasp in delight as he noticed both of my n*****s were pierced. “f**k, you’re so tight. Pierced n*****s, god, you really are a dirty little slut aren’t you? I bet they’re sensitive...’’

Before I could stop him, he was sucking them, licking my n*****s in a way that a lover would have. My body bucked beneath him and he held the blade to my n****e to force me to stay still or he would slice it open. “f**k, good girl...” He breathed, enjoying my whimper as I barely moved even as he gave me a bite there.

It was about my suffering, fear and humiliation to him and I could only sob and squirm as he tortured me. My body was betraying me as my n*****s were hard and wet as I was gushing with each thrust he made inside me. No lubrication was needed and he enjoyed it, my body was enjoying it and I wasn’t sure if I was enjoying it or terrified.

“Ow, ow. Stop.” I pleaded with him. My arms were at the front of my body and cuffed at my wrists, so I tried again to push him off.

“Arms back, stop resisting me.” He purred, cutting me again and giving a small grin as he felt my body spasm in a way that felt close to climax. The sensation of being cut almost pushed me over the edge. “You like being cut...” He cut me again and chuckled as I came against my will. I tightened around him as I climaxed and my head spun as he laughed at me.

“No... No... Stop...” I begged, he’d already debased me and I knew he was close. Maybe I could fight back and prove to be stronger than him. He easily slid an arm over my neck, looking down at me as he cruelly choked me as I gasped beneath him. “Let me go..”

I reached for his eyes and was rewarded with a sharp slap to the side of my face. He’d struck me and it brought tears to my eyes. I wasn’t expecting it, it hurt and shocked me.

“Arms back!” He barked, ignoring my sobs of pain. He was roughly penetrating me as all of my body weight was on the table now and I could no longer fight. He held my legs aside as he f****d me like an unthinking beast. “f**k, you’re gorgeous when you cry. The more I hurt you the wetter you get, you like being humiliated and dominated, don’t you?” He whispered.

I was disassociated now, my eyes clenched closed as I tried to block out the orgasm he was building inside my body. I couldn’t let myself go again. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction because it was what he wanted. I was trying to go to a different place than the place my physical body was in.

“I’m so f*****g close. I’m gonna come on your f*****g face.” I heard him whisper filth into my ear and I tried to ignore him. Those words always turned me on, but not in this situation. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling even if my body was responding to the pleasure.

I felt him cut me again, this time it was more vicious and I felt it bleed. “No!!! Please!!” The fear in my voice was what pushed him over the edge.