A Dark & Creamy Night (3 page)

"Come on, sing for me, slut." Two fingers, three, he stretched my pussy, tickling every nerve ending down there, making me cry out.

"Please. Please. Leave me alone."

He clamped down on my clit. A sudden wave of ecstasy surged through my core. "Funny, sounds like you don't want me to leave you alone."

I continued to squirm under a hand on my breasts and one down my panties. The pleasures inside me built so quickly. Don't you dare cum for this guy, Cait. Don't you fucking dare.

Desperate, I tried to think unsexy thoughts, but all I could think of were his fingers, and how good his cock would feel inside my aching, wanting pussy. He gripped both my tit and my clit tightly, his breath through the mask going across my ear. "You want a bargain, bitch? Suck my cock. Make me cum, and I'll cut you down and let you go without touching another hair on your pretty little head. You don't make cum though, and I'm going to take your sweet little ass."

I craned my neck further, shooting him a fearful glance. The only man I ever let take my ass was Roman. He was the only one I ever trusted to do so. I couldn't let this guy have it.

He pulled me down to my knees and stood to my side, my arms still way up. How did he make such an elaborate set of ropes on the tree so quickly? He must be some sort of professional at this.

I got a good look at my assailant as he allowed me to face him for the first time since my ordeal began. He played the role of Roman so well, but he was slightly bigger. In body, and as he undid his zipper, I discovered in his cock, as well. It was the extra motivation I needed to please him, urge him to let me go. I didn't want that thing in my ass –- his dirty seed down my throat was a small price to pay in comparison.

"Well, bitch? Get to it." I kept scorn on my face. I didn't enjoy this. I didn't enjoy being degraded like this –- I did. I totally did.
I didn't!

I started to give the most clinical blowjob I could imagine, one fueled by spite rather than passion. A lick up the underside of his cock, over his thick head, and down a side. I hated the taste of him. And that made me love it. How was I going to fight him when I couldn't even win over myself?

Down to his balls, I took him into my mouth, and it made me wish I had my hands free to better please him. So he'd let me go. Maybe, I convinced myself. I suckled them, one after the other, both, pushing them around with my tongue, breath, and inhalations, moistening them up nicely as I went back to the underside of him, lathering his cock in my saliva. I stared up at him. The mask made his face expressionless, blank. The only indicators of my success were small groans, and the way he grabbed my hair, in some sick, perverse way of petting me.

I took a big breath of air and wrapped my lips around his cock, and brought him inside me. That filthy, utterly disgusting cock of an asshole, I reminded myself. Deeper still, I sucked, and licked. Doing what I knew to get his cock down, satisfy him, so my ordeal would finally be over.

"Dumb bitch. You have no idea what you're doing, do you? To show you I ain't such a bad guy, let me help you out." The grip on my hair grew tighter, both his hands grabbing a bunch and pulling at my roots to drag my head all over his cock, that rigid rod, all the way down my throat with full strength, so much that I could feel his heartbeat through his cock on my cheek. I gagged, and coped, as he pulled out and slammed into my face again, my lips remaining tight. If he cums, I'm free. If he cums, I'm free. I repeated the sentence in my head. I mean I have every reason to doubt this guy's word, but...

Faster, swifter, he fucked my face, the sounds of sucking growing loud in my ears, the pain of his thighs against my cheeks building. I heard his groans, and felt his cock tremble deep inside of my mouth, pulsing.

"You're pretty fucking good when you have my help. Urgh." He pulled himself out of my mouth, his trembling cock starting to spew hot cream out of himself and onto my face. I closed my eyes this time, but I was helpless to shield myself, feeling his sperm lashing onto my face, my hair, my shoulders, and my neck. Three or four sprays of cum must have shot out of him, coating me. I felt so worthless as his juices leaked down my body.

I slowly opened my eyes as he released my hair, strands falling to the ground as he opened his hands. Staring right at it, I watched his cock pulse. Still strong. Still hard. I knew Roman's so well. You could see it fading soon after he came that hard.

"You think I'm going to hunt you for fucking weeks for a blowjob? You're a stupider bitch than I thought." My eyes went wide. Some part of me knew he was lying all along. Another part knew he was lying and was thankful that he was.

"You – you son of a bitch," I spit out. He slapped me, laughing.

"As I said, slut, you don't have any say in what happens to you." He grabbed the rope and pulled me back up, my arms aching from being kept over my head. He turned me, and made me throw my ass out to him. "Your ass is mine, just like the rest of you. I took a nice helpful pill to make sure I'd get the most use out of you as possible."

Out of his pocket he fished out a little foil square. A condom. Dear God, at least he had some mercy on me – I wouldn't feel that naked, disgusting cock inside my body. And hopefully he would leave my pussy be. No matter how it aches for his bare cock to be thrust in there, and drown my egg in his seed. Why do I even want that? Resigned to submission, I shot him a glance back. "Please, be gentle."

With haste, he grabbed my panties, tearing out the bottom, pulling the tattered remains off my body, the cool air of night tickling my entrances. With clear access, he shot two fingers right into my anus, pushing it apart. It squeezed them, but it wasn't the vice-like thing it once was.

"Why? Looks like you've been training yourself to be a little butt-slut. I don't think I gotta be gentle at all." He fished around my hole more, it preparing itself for penetration, remembering all those times Roman brought me such joy. I bit my lips tight under the pressure, feeling discomfort. I had trained myself, but I was still being manhandled by a brute.

That pulsing cock laid on my ass, and I thanked whatever or whoever was watching over me that the condom was at least a well-lubed one. Then I cursed them for letting this happen. Then I thanked them again. My brain was scattered, but my pussy was wet. I don't know, just trying to focus on anything else but the power of his wrapped cock pressing into my tight little hole, and the tears dripping from my face.

"Still a tight little slut, no matter how much you take it up the ass. I'm impressed, you do exercises there, don't you little slut?" I uhh, did, but I didn't want to confess it. I wasn't the dirty slut he said I was. He shoved that cock deep inside me, recklessly. My mouth dropped open from the sudden surge of pain through my body. Roman always took it slow, letting me adjust. But there was nothing slow about this. My assailant rammed himself in, only stopping to enjoy the pressure my ass put on his cock.

He slid himself out only to power right back in and keep that immense discomfort shaking through me. "Ah – please – please be more gentle, you're hurting me," I begged through my moans, my tears. Rough, disgusting, it was a whole new experience for me. I screamed at the part of me enjoying it, the part that loved the total disregard for my body he was showing, treating me as if I were nothing more than a sex toy.

"Why, you wanna keep it tight back here for your little boyfriend, slut? I told you. He ain't going to want you when I'm done. You're mine now, including your hole, to use however the hell I please."

Every thrust powered through my body as he pounded into me. I tensed my arms against the ropes, and my muscles, trying to endure the powerful pulsing waves through me. He was relentless, there was no stopping him. Only my rising lusts, my body disobeying my common sense and enjoying its abuse. He slapped my ass, another sharp stimulation rippling through my core, and the echoing sound of another spanking following right after. I gasped, moaned, cried, it was a whole slew of random sounds as he pounded into me. Every time I tried to grit my teeth, deny him the satisfaction, he forced me to make my pleasure known.

He reached between my legs, and grabbed that treasonous clit, jerking it, roughing it, adding another immense searing pleasure to radiate through my body. No, I couldn't cum for this guy, I just couldn't.

But I did. It was unmistakable, my body shuddering for him all over, my screams loud enough that I wished someone would hear me. If that weren't enough, I felt my ass muscles squeezing him especially hard. I panted, my heart feeling like it was going to explode out of my chest. At least he stopped pounding me, if only to enjoy the flailing of my traitorous flesh.

"Told you were such a slut. Coming so hard from being fucked in the ass by a stranger. Depraved little bitch aren't we?"

"Please, you came twice. Isn't that enough? I'm hurting. You've had your fun, what else do you want from me?"

"I didn't cum twice. No, no, the assfucking was all for you. That little pill is wonderful. But no, I ain't done with you anyway. I said I own you, body and soul, slut. I'm going to make sure your precious little boyfriend don't want you anymore."

He pulled his drug-powered cock out of my ass, I suddenly missed that full feeling I had so grown to enjoy from him. Then the sound of a condom snapping off his dick filled my ears.

"The condom was just to make sure I don't get your filthy ass juices on my dick. Your womb's mine, bitch." His hand brushed over my slit, fingers sliding in, stirring the juices waiting inside me.

I swallowed. I couldn't take more of this. He was going to kill me through fucking at this rate, and all my pussy did was dampen at the thought. I didn't want this. I really didn't want this? Did I? I attempted to look him the eyes as I pleaded with him. "Please. I'm not on the pill. I was hoping that, that –"

He pushed me against the tree harder, forcing my gaze back into the tree. "That your precious boyfriend would be the father of your kids? Too fucking bad. Your gonna carry my baby, and you're going to like it just like you've been liking everything else I've been doing to you."

"No, just show mercy here, please." Don't show me any mercy, give me a stranger's, a scumbag's baby, degrade me, make me nothing but your breeding slut!

I wanted to shut off my brain more than ever before.

Wasting no time, his cock thrust into my wet pussy, it giving little resistance, aching for him ever since I was first tied to this tree. The scrapes of bark against my chest were nothing to the surge of electricity coming through my body from the man in the wolf mask's penetration. To the hilt, I felt the head of his cock slam into my cervix. My body jumped up in sudden terror, the strange sensation shocking. I beared it as he slid out of me and drove back in. My pleasure didn't matter, I reminded myself. I was his tool, his thing to exert his power over, an object to be used.

In spite of his rough treatment, I felt the pulsing electricity roam through my body again and again, with every penetration, my pussy clamping down on him, relishing the naked cock tearing through me. His hands pulled me off the tree, grabbing my breasts, and using them as nothing more than something to steady himself as he pounded in and out of me again and again, with wild and reckless abandon. My tender breasts relished his cruel touch in spite of all common sense.

He raised the bottom of the wolf mask again, pressing my body against his, turning my neck and shoving his lips onto mine. I don't know why, but this time I readily accepted him. A war between body and mind – my body enjoyed every little thing he did and wanted to embrace the man pummeling into my pussy with cruel intent. The flesh knew that it wanted that naked cock inside, thousands of years of evolution demanding a man's cum above all else.

"Your cunt's something special, Red. But I need to fuck you harder, deeper." He reached up, and undid the bounds of the rope. His cock still deep within me, a single arm pressing me into the tree for control. Part of me wanted to try to run from him, finally realizing the remotest chance of being free. But my legs were sore with orgasm, and the next one he was pounding into me didn't help things.

And when he grabbed my forearms with each hand, bending me over and impaling me on his cock, I knew I wasn't going to give into the part of me that wanted to run. I was his to fuck, to breed.

Held by his power, his thrusts only drove deeper into me, more ferocious and reckless. I heard him begin to grunt, straining under his own exertion. My mouth gaped open, moaning between tears. Something fantastic was building in my core. When you have your life long fantasies fulfilled, it hits every little thing inside you. Everything that turns you on is firing at full blast, when everything is perfect, as you wanted. It's why they're your fantasies – it's all you know you really want.