Bright red blood mixed with cum smears his cock and abdomen when he raises up.My blood.I’m speechless and in shock, hot tears threatening to fall. It’s all too much. I had to go and get myself kidnapped, start my period, and get humped and ejaculated on. And he’s going to forcefully attempt to get me pregnant and carry his spawn? My first time can’t be like this! Not with him!
"Don’t cry, Mercy." Amos drags a finger through the cum pooled on me and brings it down to my pussy.
"N-no! Don’t!" My voice breaks and I flinch, closing my thighs as much as possible with him still in between them. It does no good because the big brute elbows them wide open and gently inserts the tip of his cum-covered finger inside me.
I weakly push his hands away, only to have him grab my wrists in one hand and hold them captive on my stomach.
"It’s okay, baby. You and me now." More cum, another invasion. "Just a little deeper." His finger slides in again, lubricated by my blood, but my virgin cunt clamps down, not wanting to allow this foreign object inside. I stare aimlessly at the ceiling, belatedly noting that the fan isn't centered in the room. I think it's off by three inches or so. He needs to fix that.
Amos wiggles his finger before exerting a bit more pressure and force. "Let me in, sweet Mercy. Let me—ah, there we go, kitten." His digit smoothly penetrates me with a stinging pressure as it slithers down my resistant channel until his palm meets my clit.
I whimper, a choked sob leaving me as my eyes fly to his.
Lust burns icy-white in those arctic orbs.
Then it gets worse.
Grinding circles against my clit. A slow, deliberate thrust of a finger. Sweet words from an obsessed man.
"Let me make you feel good, baby," he whispers. His finger leaves, but two more take its place when he rotates his wrist and rubs my clit with his thumb.
His fingers feel ginormous and too big to comfortably fit in me.My first sexual experience with another person, and it’s happening against my will. But it’s also turning me on, no matter how much I fight it inside. That’s the scary part.
I hide behind my eyelids again. Shame fills me as my body betrays me, my nerve endings telling my brain the sensations they detect are amazing.
Arousing.
Why am I reacting this way? I don't want this.Do I?
"Come on, kitten. Let your man give you pleasure." Amos strokes my clit, polishing it in little circles. Combined with the stroking of his fingers, my body has no choice but to surrender to his mastery. "It’s okay to give in...letit feel good. You want this. It’s not a bad thing to relax and enjoy it. Look at me, just look at me."
The heated fervency in his words escalates the tension inside me, and my breath stalls before leaving in a rush of emotion.
Then I do what he says.
I meet my captor’s gaze, a slow river of tears leaking from me.Mouth agape, lungs crying out for relief.My orgasm silently blazes through me, no less intense for its lack of noise and all the more potent with the pure male satisfaction shining from his eyes.
"Good girl," he croons and slowly pulls his hand away from my throbbing core, wiping his red-tinged fingers on the sheets. Picking up my hand in his clean one, he reverently kisses the back of it. "We’regonnabe so good together, kitten. You’ll see."
Hold it together.Freakin’hold it together, Mercy.
ButI can’t take it. The pseudo tenderness contrasting with his assault of my body is the final straw that breaks the camel’s back, and an embarrassingly squeaky sob escapes my lungs on an inhale. Blacking out earlier didn’t stop me from processing my situation, only delayed it.
"Up now. A warm shower will make you all better."
"But—the bed!" I wail, staring back at it as he carries me to the bathroom. Don’t ask why I care that there’s blood and cum on my captor’s bed. Stupid hormones, I guess. Or maybe because I have a woman's intuition that I'll probably have to sleep in it later.
With...him.
"Don’t worry about the bed. It’s just sheets. They can be washed." He adjusts the water temperature with one hand. "And so can we. In you go."
I don't even bother trying to cover my breasts and pussy—he's proven that he'll just snatch my hands away so he can see what'shis. And when he joins me, I apathetically look at the red smears on him, my tears drying in the heat of the room.
It's useless. He's going to do whatever he wants with me and I won't be able to stop him. I can only hope that he stays as loving and gentle—from his perspective—as he has been. Maybe I can just play along and escape after I get him to let his guard down.
Amos rinses off the blood covering him and corners me, angling the shower heads for a full-body massage. The pounding stream feels amazing after the stress of that moment. I take a chance and close my eyes, trying to somewhat enjoy it, letting the water wash away the red streaks and cum staining me. Two baths in one day. I definitely need it, although I wish he weren’t in here with me.
Unexpected warmth on my neck startles me. My swollen eyes flash open to see him focused on his soapy hands around the back of my neck. The strength in his grip is enough to set my heart to fluttering—whether in fear or arousal, I don’t know—as he slowly squeezes and releases the muscles at the nape.
