CHAPTER 2: ASS-TO-MOUTH WITH MY CAPTOR
(TW: NON-CONSENSUAL s*x AND EXTREMES. DO NOT READ. AND DO NOT REPLICATE!)
He rams in, and slips deeper, easier than before. There is no mercy in his ruthless pounding.
I scream into the gag he’d stuffed in once more, body splitting open again, but the pain is different now—sharper, deeper, better.
He alternates—cunt, ass, cunt, ass—brutal, relentless, growling
“Fight harder, slut. Make me earn it.”
My body betrays me completely.Pleasure coils like a snake, sick, filthy, unstoppable.
He reaches into the side table—myemergency vibrator drawer—and pulls out a glass dildo, the one I use when I’m alone, crying, pretending it’s my husband.
SHOVE.
He rams it up my ass while pounding my p***y, the dual stretch making me see stars.
I moan—muffled, br
