I groan from the impact as I struggle to gather my senses, but before I can even understand what the fuck is going on, I can feelmyself being dragged across the muddy earth. My eyes expand in terror, my hands clawing at the dirt, grasping for anything.
“Hell!” I yell, my voice a desperate plea, the syllable trembling with urgency.
Debris from the forest floor clings to my body as I am mercilessly pulled, my attempts to stop him are only met with his calm strides. As I hyperventilate with fear, I start thrashing and kicking out in a frenzied attempt to break free, but he stays unbothered, his gaze fixed forward as he continues his hallowing pursuit.
“Silly, silly little Dolly,” he mocks, his voice drenched with darkness. “Did you really think you could outrun your fate?”
Suddenly, we emerge from a clearing in the forest, the ground beneath me transforming from mud to grass. Above me the trees thin out, allowing the full force of the rain to drench me and wash away some of the muck on my cold skin.
Hell, finally stops, turning to face me while maintaining his firm grip on my leg. He pulls back his hood, his vortex eyes scanning the length of my body, his head tilted to one side.
“But you don’t want me?” he breathes out against the crisp air.
I sigh and face aside, now knowing he definitely heard me moan his name, but from the corner of my eye, I notice him reaching into his pocket. When he pulls out my black dildo, my attention snaps back to him.
He examines it curiously, his eyes tracing the length of the similar shape as he speaks, his tone dripping with twisted amusement, “I heard you, Dolly. You were imagining me drilling into your asshole.” My lips press into a thin line as he continues. “But this little thing is nothing like my fucking dick. Maybe double its size and add thirteen piercings.”
My jaw drops, my eyes widening at his confession before I screw my face up, not believing a word of it, “Yeah right.” I scoff.
His eyes snap to mine, expressionless and cold, making me wonder if he’s telling the truth. Without warning, he drops my leg, leans over, and swiftly grasps my wrist, yanking me to my feet. My front crashes into his, but I twist, trying to run, yet I barely get a step away before he grabs my hair, jerking me back.
Pain shoots through my scalp as he forces me to face him, my body pressed against his, treating me like his little toy. He keeps a firm grip, and I clutch the lapels of his leather jacket, trying to steady myself and regain control.
“Dirty slut. You can’t even take plastic dick in your fucking ass, let alone my monster cock screwing you.” He pulls my hair back further, his mouth inches from mine. “Don’t make me show you how soulless I can really be, Noir,” he snarls, his breath hot and quivering over my lips, teetering on the edge of losing control.
I swallow hard before I respond, my entire body trembling from sheer coldness and panic, “I didn’t say your name, Hell.” I protest.
He now hisses viciously against my lips, his teeth exposed with frustration, “No, you fucking screamed it, pretty girl. You screamed it and almost fucking came.”
He licks his tongue from my chin to my lips, tasting me before whispering, “Do you want your ass fucked Noir? How bad are you still throbbing?”
I struggle to get air into my lungs, lost for words, rain falling on my face, the entire situation rendering me stiff. With an untamed growl, he suddenly yanks my hair downward, forcing me onto my knees in front of him.
“Get on your fucking knees and suck me,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
As they sink into the sludgy grass, he drops my dildo to the ground and my face paint starts to sting my eyes, the colours smudging from the tears welling up. I gaze up at him, trying to keep my composure under his intense stare. They bore into mine as he swiftly unbuckles his belt with his free hand, the metallic clink of the buckle and chain echoing in the damp night air.
“Let’s see just how much of my cock you can take down that slutty throat,” his words are laced with dark desire.
While having me bound, he releases one end of his chain from his jeans before securing it tightly around my throat and with a harsh tug that pinches my skin, he wraps it around his fist, making sure I cannot escape him. He then, drags his zipper down, and I don't find myself saying no. The word crawls up my throat, begging to be released, but it doesn't come. Instead, I wait with anticipation and dread swirling inside me, a confusing state of mind, but kind of curious to see if he is telling the truth about his size and piercings.
He buries his hand into his black boxers before finally flopping his dick out and my eyes immediately lock onto it.
Holy fucking shit. He was not lying.
His cock is impressive and thick. The veins that ripple down his length pop out from how hard he is, a clear sight of his arousal for me, but it’s the piercings that truly catch my attention. A ladder of gleaming metal studs runs up the underside and top of his shaft, each one catching the light in a way that makes my breath hitch.
He begins to stroke himself slowly, the skin pulling back to reveal two silver balls that go straight through the tip. They glisten with a mix of pre-cum, and I can’t help but feel my mouthwater involuntarily. This man is not only gifted in length and girth, clearly blessed by Satan, but he decided to weaponize this snake as well? The sheer fucking audacity is shocking.
When he smacks it against my lips, the weight and force almost split them open and I flinch, snapping out of my trance. He runs the tip over my lips and his slickness coats them, a demand dangling in the air, urging me to take him in.
“Part those plump lips for me, Dolly,” he orders, his tone carrying hunger, “Let me skull fuck you before I force them open and do it anyway.”
A furrow forms between my brows as I contemplate how the hell he plans to force my lips apart. I shake my head frantically, but before I can challenge him with words, he shoves himself inside, his piercings clinking against my teeth and catching me off guard.
He drives in, plunging to the back of my throat instantly with one swift stroke, stretching my mouth to its absolute limit. I instinctively clutch at his wet jeans, attempting to regain my composure as he seizes my hair with both gloved hands, anchoring me as he keeps his dick lodged in the back of my throat.
My stomach heaves, threatening to rebel as I choke repeatedly. Tears blur my vision, rushing down my cheeks with each blink and he closes his eyes with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he growls above me, “So beautiful when you shed tears for me.” He peers down at me once more through darkened eyes, continuing his torment, his voice breathless yet intense, “Cry, cry, cry, pretty girl. Show me how much you despise being degraded by me. Let me see how much you fucking hate me for stuffing my cock down your throat.” He does not stop, his sadistic delight clear as my tonsils contract with each gag.
