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Episode 2

Author: Ataima K
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-13 19:24:58

Sky

I am standing in front of a bed in a room filled with lavender scent, a vanity table adjacent to the dressing area, the surface adorned with trinkets and treasures. A pair of curtains flutter in the breeze, the green folds pushed to each corner allowing the rays of sunlight into the room.

He stands behind me, his gaze lingers, unwavering, sending a shiver down my spine. As if he could see the layers underneath the clothing. A tremor courses through my fingers, I try to stay calm but fail helplessly, fear and uncertainty grips me, making me rethink my decision. Should I have just died like the others, should I have ended my fate right there when I was caught.

No, I don’t want to die.

His shadow stood enormous on the bed almost like I had disappeared into him, I was nothing but a fragile and petite girl standing close to his figure.

I could hear the sound of cushion bring pressed backwards, strange enough that my hearing was at its highest peek when my life is in danger. Everything was loud or perhaps I was too scared that I listened to the tiniest of things. I bet that if a pin actually dropped then I would hear it too.

“Strip” his voice cold just as I have come to know it, I couldn’t turn back to look at him because then I would be more scared of him than I am right now. I slowly took off the black t-shirt I was wearing revealing my red bra, it was hard to take off my jeans because I had overgrown them and they were tightly pressed to me body but luckily he was patient with him.

All that was left was my matching set of Mira secrets, a red bra and a red panty.

“All the way” he said.

My eyes opened as I realized I was going to be naked in front of him, in front of a man I had just met last night, a man who had massacred a whole family but was willing to let my life slide because I agreed to do anything he wanted. My panties were slipped down and there I was stark naked in front of him, it soothed my mind better when I wasn’t looking at him, but then came his voice to me.

“Turn around”

I wish I could disappear, turn invisible at this point, run away from the face of the ear but none of that was happening.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life, my head hunged low as I faced him. I could feel his stare on me. His gaze travels the contours of my form, I feel a flush to my cheeks displeased about the inspection. I raised my head a bit to face him,his legs crossed and his head rested on his palm. I didn’t want to look at him but I found myself lifting my head up.

He ravaged my body with his eyes, I wished to cover myself from his gapes but I was smart enough to know it would piss him off. I have heard of men like him, they pry off the dominance they feel from a woman they desire.

‘Desire’, what am I thinking?. This is more like Rape not only was I abducted against my will. Maybe I was the one who gave myself to him but that didn't mean I was willing to give my body to him, I had my limits and I was not going to let him touch me.

I am only here because I could not afford to be killed, the things he did to Mr Klaus family were still imprinted in my mind, I could still see Kayla's face when she dropped to the ground. This all happened because of him and here I am standing in front of him naked because I didn't want to join them.

“Hmm” his soft exclaimation filled the room and my body tensed up, could I have offended? Perhaps he said something while I was deep in my thoughts.

I immediately caught his eyes and it felt he was gazing into my soul, my nipples became hard giving off a weird meaning, I wasn't begging for his touch but his gaze alone was able to make my body react.

I blame myself for having such a weak body.

“Interesting” he smiled.

The room suddenly became hot despite the open windows and the curtains pulled all the way, I have no idea how to express it but his stare was doing things to my body that no man could.

“On the bed” came the next command.

“What?” the words slipped out of my mouth faster than I could think and I instantly regretted it.

I quickly covered my mouth, the air had carried my words all the way to his ears before I could retract it. Don't blame me.

No man has ever given me such a command, it made me feel like I was a slave serving her master.

I was offended.

I watched as the light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by darkness that sent a chill down my spine. The tempest had been unleashed, I had triggered him.

My legs gave out and pushed backwards until I hit the bed frame.

He leaned forward,

I didn’t need to be told twice as I climbed the bed.

What position I should be in, I had no idea,I already felt like a slut putting on a show for her master.

With a commanding tone, “Spread your legs” his voice resonating and grabbing my attention. Each word dripped with authority.

His voice alone was enough to force the quickest reaction from me as I spread my legs apart to him, how far should it go?

I had no idea.

Slow and steadily he advanced towards me, his movement free but purposeful. As he closed the distance between us, I could feel my heart beating than ever,

He drew closer until he was right there, standing in front of me, his presence looming over me.

Ofcourse I knew what he was going to do, it was what every man does, what every man wants but was it what I wanted?. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him, my heart skipped a bit, a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was as if time itself had come to a standstill.

He spread my legs further like he was staring at a fucking object of interest.

His two fingers slid into my pussy searching them, my eyes closed for a minute drowning myself in the pleasure, rolling to the back of my head. How could his two fingers be more pleasurable than anything in the world, they were huge and he spread them apart strecthing my walls. I could feel my legs twitch and I was certain he saw that.

“Not a virgin, Good” he pulled his hands away and licked them. Expecting to be disgusted by his actions, a smile crept my face, I was already fucked up, it didn't take him a minute to mess with my head.

My pussy clenched searching for more.

A soft knock came on the door drawing our attention to it,

“Come in” he replied.

An average young woman walked into the room with a tray in her hands filled with all kinds of sexual toys and dildo.

“On the bed” he ordered and she placed the tray before me, in between my legs then exceeded the room.

“What is this?” I asked, not like I wasn't allowed to speak, I could say whatever I wanted as far as it didn't annoy him and it was his choice to answer me.

“What do you think it is?”

“I don’t know”

“They are for you, I want to see you pleasure yourself, I want to know your limit and how long you would last until you have your cum pouring out of you”

As his words sank in, my jaw dropped, hanging open in disbelief. What sort of fucked up situation was he thinking.

He sat back on the couch staring at me while I wondered what the hell I was doing.

Was he some kind of fucked up pervert who loved watching women pleasure themselves?, if this is what I think it is then sign me the hell out. The next thing I know he would have men line up in the room ready to fuck me while he watched.

“I am not doing this” I raised my head, I put myself in this mess so I might as well walk out of it.

Before my feet could hit the ground, I was slammed to the wall, his hand curled around my neck gripping it.

“You will do as I say unless you want to end up dead like the others”

We both knew who he was talking about, I had watched their massacre, it was the reason I was with him just so that I found escape my death.

To me, he was death knocking on my door, instead I made a deal with him.

I gulped down, his grip lessened until he let go of him, after gasping for air for a few seconds, I sat down properly on the bed with my legs spread out like before.

There was no escaping this man, there was no escaping what he was going to do to me, I was too terrified to defy him.

Staring at the tray, it had several dildo of different sizes ranging from the smallest to the longest.

I picked up the middle one then raised my head to him, disappointment was written all over his face.

“Was he expected me to pick the longest” I thought to myself. That shit would probably make me bleed.

“Go on” he gestured.

I slid the toy slowing into me and let out a gasp when it breached my walls, escaping into my own world where I had forgotten that he was sitting right there watching me.

“Hmm” I let out a soft moan.

I heard the couch ruffle and opened my eyes to see him fixated on me. Not blinking for a second like he didn’t want to miss a tiny bit of the show I was serving him.

Filling myself with as much pleasure as I wanted, I could feel myself ready to let out, he looks at me, now relaxed on the couch. It was like he could sense what was coming, I blinked my eyes for a second and I swore I saw him bit his lower lips or maybe I was just seeing things.

Reaching climax, I pushed myhead backwards and arched my back into a better position as I pushed the dildo deeper into my pissy. My eyes rolled all the way to the back of my head.

I was in Heaven as I pour out cum all over the bed. Waking myself up, the room fell silent. He was no longer seated in front of me, I turned to my side searching for him when I was met face to face with him.

His green eyes pierced mine,

“You will learn to hold out much longer when it is my cock deep into that pussy.

You will beg me to make you cum quickly but I won't heed to you until I am done with you” he said then walked out slamming the door behind him.

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