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I've taken her three times already for the day and it's still not enough. That last time I was a little rougher than usual, always before there was tenderness.
I feel madness receding, but for how long, when will it return, can I survive without it? Anger has stayed, but it now has a new direction.
The plan remains the same, she will never be free, I have taken her away from all temptation. It's time for her bath, she cannot see to herself, tied up as she is. Funny, I don't remember doing that, I barely remember taking her from her home, our home.
The fog was clearing, there at the edges there was still a little grey, but the darkness was leaving. You're being a fool again; remember what happened last time? I remember.
"Dylan..." It's the siren's call; you should probably gag her, just to be on the safe side. You don't need any of her woman's wiles working on you. Remember the plan, stick to the plan.
We still have a long way to go. Take her again, it's all she's good for anyway. Don't you want to, aren't you feeling...hungry? Yes hungry, it was time to feed.
I inhale her woman's scent as I tongue her center. Fighting back the darkness, I show no mercy as she writhes and moans and begs for release. This is not foreplay; it's a feeding, like that of a wild, untamed beast.
My cock is hard and ready. I drive home with no care for her comfort. Her screams pierce the air, she tugs at her bonds futilely, there's no escape. The very rafters of the old shack hidden in the woods shake as I pound away my fury, my pain and empty myself once more in her core. I have silenced her voice, the old rag will do until I find something better.
Chapter 3
Bath time went off without a hitch. I got to play with her body in the water as her hands were bound. It was fun driving my fingers into her heated cunt, making her cry out. Was that the sound of pleasure?
I know the hoarse cries she made after, when I bent her over the tub and drove into her were cries of joy. Her sweet voice calling out to me was sweet music to my ear. But then the darkness came again. Such heat, such anger, such pain.
I drove into her body over and over again, chasing the demon, vanquishing it with my cock. Her pussy wrapped around my meat like a memory, my old friend. But she’d…I went into a frenzy at the remembered betrayal.
“You bitch.” I bit into flesh as she screamed and pleaded, even as her pussy’s juices flooded my cock. I fucked in a rage, sending my cock deep into the depths of her until the fire raged out of control.
I covered her mouth with my hand as my hips pounded into her from behind, harder and harder. I was gone again, somewhere inside myself.
“Dylan come back.” I heard the voice as if from a distance. Who was it that sounded so familiar? I shook my head and only then realized I had embedded my teeth into the flesh of her neck like a rabid beast.
Her skin had barely escaped being torn, but my mark was there. I vaguely remembered doing that before, in that very spot. My vision cleared just as I emptied my seed into her womb. I heard an echo in my head; ‘the plan.’ Yes it all made sense again.
Afterwards I walked her around the property, this way she knows there's no escape no one around to hear her screams.
She's afraid; I can smell it, good. "What do you plan to do with me Dylan?"
"You'll see."
"Who do you talk to if there's no one else here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, just that I hear you talking sometimes like you're talking to someone; do you have reception out here?"
"No there's no phone, enough questions, time to go back inside." "I want to stay outside a little while longer, I've been cooped up in that room for days."
She pouted in that sweet way that used to have me bending to her will. See, what did I tell you, you're too soft, now the bitch thinks to rule you again, make a fool of you...again.
Uh oh run Becca, he's back; but wait…I'm fighting against myself, it feels wrong, but that can't be, my heart beats again. My hand goes around her neck and I'm dragging her back into the shack. I tie the gag back in place. I don't think I will be removing that again any time soon, unless it's to use her mouth for my pleasure.
I throw her across the bed as I go in search of something…what?
The liberator, yes, don't forget the scoop. I drag her from her prone position once it’s in place. Her eyes widen, but I do not see, I cannot care.
I bind our hands and ankles together; we are now chained as one. I'm behind her, already mounted, with my cock at the ready. He knows what he wants, knows what must be done.
I slide into her pussy going deep with my first thrust. I grit my teeth at the feeling of undeniable pleasure. I ride in and out of her hot, wet snatch, finding a home in her sweet spot. Peace: bliss, euphoria. Slow and easy, there's no rush, you have all the time in the world.