Bounty Hunter

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I was still chained. My stalker had left and the aftermath of what happened began to settle in. Normally, this would result in a walk of shame, but that couldn’t happen seeing as my boobs were still pressed against the table, my legs apart and Reed’s sperms and my squirm dripping down my thighs.

My hair was a mess and the perspiration that clammed on my forehead did nothing to alleviate my embarrassment and filth.

I wasn’t sure for how long I was in the room, but a while had passed before I heard the door open and slam shut.

“There’s my good little slut,” the sound of condescension in my stalker’s voice did something unearthly to my clit. I shuddered as his hands trailed against my bare skin, walking around until he finally stood in front of me.

He was naked and in all his glory. His huge member dangling in front of me, clouding my judgment while making my mouth salivate.

He was beautiful and so, so, big. It made me wonder how he was able to fit inside of me.

“You got your juices all over my cock. Now, why don’t you be a good girl for me and clean it off?” I let out an inaudible moan. I didn’t have to look at his face to know that there was an arrogant smirk residing there.

He held my hair in a fistful, and then as roughly as possible, he shoved his dick into my mouth. I gagged, finding it impossible to breathe. When he pulled out momentarily, I was panting and coughing, hoping to regain my breath, but the asshole that he is shoved his dick back into my mouth, aiming right at my throat.

“Stop gagging and stop being dramatic and spread your nice little mouth for me, my little flower. I know you love my dick hitting the back of your throat,”

I shivered. The sound of that did sound appealing. I obeyed, spreading my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate his size, and without warning, he shoved his dick again in my mouth, this time hitting the back of my throat.

He pulled out and I coughed, battling for air. When he shoved his dick in my mouth again, whatever I ate threatened to come out through my nose.

“Good girl. Just like that. Spread wide for me,” and I did. His hand gripped my hair, forcing his dick into my mouth. He held my head in place, pushing further and further into my mouth until my vision blurred, and my eyes glistened with unshed tears, making breathing seem like too much of a hassle.

The shackles on my hands and legs made it impossible for me to move. For a split second, I thought I was going to die from him fucking my mouth, but the thought of dying like this – and for him – sounded appealing to me, and that, made desire seep down my thighs.

He released my hair and pulled out of my mouth, giving me ample time to breathe. Then, he stooped to my level. He grabbed my chin, forced my gaze on him and smiled.

“Open up for me, my little flower,” he murmured, wiping away the tears that had formed in my eyes.

I opened my mouth and what he did next not only surprised me but sent a burning sensation over my body. He spat in my mouth, and as I struggled to process that thought, his hand flew against my cheeks.

“You look so beautiful my little flower. All chained up for me, your dishevelled hair sticking against your face. So. Fucking. Beautiful,”

While I didn’t possess that striking beauty that made one stop and do a double take, I believed I looked decent. But right now? I feel fucking beautiful. This man, despite treating me like a whole, called me beautiful. And whilst I didn’t need validation from anyone, it did feel nice getting one from him.

“You asked me what I did to the asshole who touched you at the club, would you like to know?” Reed’s voice came in from my left. From the corner of my vision, I saw him fidget, though I wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing.

“Or rather, would you like to watch?” The TV screen inclined to the wall came to life.

It was him. The son of a bloody prostitute who grabbed me at the club.

“What did you do to him?” I questioned.

“Impatient, are we? Why don’t you look while I fuck this pretty pussy”

“What?”

“Shhhh! Eyes on the screen,” this time, he spoke from behind me. Before I could counteract, he trusted hard into me. Despite being inside of me only a few seconds ago, his size almost tore me apart.

“Watch how I kill your aggressor while I fuck your wet cunt,” he grabbed my hair and yanked my hair backwards, forcing my eyes on the screen.

The man on the screen has his head tied to the wall. His mouth moves inaudibly. Simultaneously, Reed spanks my butt cheeks, making me moan. He applies what I believe to be fish debris on his eyes before stepping back.

He’s fucking me harder, each thrust accompanied by his hand on my butt cheek.

“See the fate that awaits anyone who touches you,”

The pain, the feel of him roughly pounding in and out of me and watching my aggressor plead for his life worked in perfect correlation to bringing me to a whole new level of euphoria.

Birds settle on his face.

Reed leans in, shifting his hand from my hair to my neck.

The birds begin to feast on the debris. Reed is fucking me harder and tightening his hold on my neck.

An aggressive orgasm builds inside of me. A moan forces its way past my throat.

“Good girl! Cum for me while you watch him die,” Reed whispers into my ear.

The bird’s beak manages to pull out my aggressor’s eyes. Just as he takes his last breath, I am overtaken by a violet orgasm that sends me into spasm.

The last thing I hear as I pass out is the sound of Reed groaning as his spunk once again invades me.

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