This doll-faced motherfucker has his filthy fingers inside me, and I can’t stop the way my body betrays me. I try to fight, to push back, to protest, but he doesn’t care. Every movement is rougher than before, and it hurts like hell.
I’m not wet because I want to be, but my dumb body has other ideas. I wish I could make it stop with a thought, make it dry up and embarrass him, but I can’t.
Each thrust presses deep into me. Every so often, something sharp, possibly a nail,scratches against the inside, sending a jolt of pain through my lower region. My chest tightens and my stomach knots. All I can do is grit my teeth and pray it’s over soon.
I can’t scream. My voice is trapped under the tape. And the worst part? I have a bad feeling this barely scratches the surface of what’s coming.
His fingers leave me, and for a second I think he’s done. That relief dies the instant he walks over to the desk where the computer monitors are, his hand closing around the flashlight; the same one that knocked me out earlier.
My stomach churns.
He strides over to Garrett, dragging his fingers; still wet from me, under his nose, smearing my juices across him like he’s showing ownership.
His eyes never leave my form as he does it, and then he turns away from him and steps closer to me, aiming the flashlight at me like it’s a weapon. He continues to walk over slowly, the beam of the flashlight tracing over my skin, and over every curve he plans to claim. “Fuck, Victoria,” he mutters, “I can’t believe you’re going to be mine tonight.”
I try to steel myself, pushing my head further to the side away from him as he leans in close, his mask brushing my ear. “Don’t even think about resisting too hard. Ilovethe struggle. Makes it interesting.”
I whimper as the cold tip of the flashlight presses against my neck, sliding slowly down my body. He lingers on my pubic bone, the beam hovering just above my clit, making my stomach twist in fear.
He pivots, dragging the flashlight from my sensitive area over toward the direction Garrett is in, but his eyes never leave mine. “I wonder how hard he’s getting right now, since Iallowedhim to inhale you,” he breathes out. “Think his dick’s stiff? I know mine is.” A crazed laugh escapes him. “The real question is.. whose taut little asshole am I fucking with this flashlight tonight? Yours, or his? Maybe both?”
I gag at the thought. I’ve never been penetrated there.. and I’m pretty sure Garrett hasn’t either. It’s going to hurt like hell for both of us. And I know for a fact he’s not going to use any lube.
He chuckles. “Imagine if I used his blood to fuck you with,” he says, voice dripping withmalice. “Or yours for him. Oh, fuck.. this is turning out to be way more fun than I imagined.”
I stand corrected.
He leaves my side without a glance, moving straight for Garrett. Swiftly, he undoes the ropes binding him to the chair, and then slams the flashlight into the back of his head. I watch as my heart hammers in my chest.
He turns back toward me, eyes dark and wild.
“Now.. for the lube,” he growls.
I shake my head violently, muffled protests spilling from behind the tape, but he ignores them. His blade glints as he presses it into the skin on the upper right side of my thigh, making me flinch, every nerve burning from the deep cut.
I can feel the blood dripping down the side of my leg. He runs his hand through it, not seeming to mind the gore, and rubs it all over the end of the flashlight.
He then turns away from me and walks straight back over to Garrett, shoving Garrett’s pants and underwear down as I’m forced to watch. He then spreads his cheeks wide enoughto press the end part of the flashlight to his asshole. “Sorry man, you’ve gotta open up. I have a warrant.”
With no hesitation, he shoves the foreign metal object in to him. He forces it in constantly and deeply even as Garrett wakes up from the assault. The man with the doll face mask places his knee on his back, holding him down to the ground. Garrett can’t seem to fight him off since he’s still weak from being knocked unconscious moments ago. His stifled screams continue as he takes the unforgiving size into his small hole.
I can’t do anything but watch as tears stream down my cheeks as the chaos unfolds. Garrett struggles beneath the weight of Dollface’s control since he’s pinned. Every moment fills my stomach with nothing but dread.
Garrett’s pained whimpers continue as his attacker drives the flashlight in and out, each movement producing a wet, sickening sound that echoes through the room.
Dollface glances back at me while straddling him, still driving the metal flashlight into his asshole with steady thrusts. “What should I do next?” He asks.
I shakemy head violently, my muffled protests barely coming through the tape.
He nods slowly. “Yes, I hear you.” He says the next part with glee in his tone. “You want me to take care ofyounow.”
Before I can react, he drops the flashlight and stalks closer. With each step forward, he leaves Garrett, who is now crumpled and unconscious, behind him.
His eyes catch mine, and I freeze. Not that I can freeze in place more than I already am since I’m still restrained. In his gaze, there’s nothing there. It’s ungodly. There’s only emptiness.
My pulse climbs, panic clawing up my throat. I know deep down that he’s going to take what he wants.. and I don’t believe he’s going to stop until I’m dead.
Once he gets to the table I’m restrained to, he leans over my pussy again. “You’re going to fucking love this, Victoria.” He grabs a few of my pubic hairs between his teeth with a light tug before sliding down, running his tongue through my folds, lapping up every bit of unwanted wetness.