Page 64 of Every Shade of Shadow

“There we go.”

The Professor keeps turning until I’m spread-eagled on the table, stretched to breaking point, my sex yawning open before him.

He kneels up onto the roller between my legs, eyes fixed on my pussy.

The chamber is dim but for the firelight. Shadowy figures crawl out behind instruments of torture and cruelty all around me. Darkwood kneels between my legs like an Adonis, all playfulness gone and stripped away to reveal nothing but the sadistic devil below.

He leans over and buries his face between my ample breasts, now flattened by the rack. He licks down the center, the warmth of his tongue offering me a hint of pleasure. He runs his tongue up and down the side of a breast, sounds of delight leaving his scarred lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, mixed waves of agony and pleasure roaring through my system as his teeth close around a nipple.

I cannot help the feeling it has on me. Even captured, his prisoner, my body responds. My cunt grows wet as his teeth graze the rosy soldiers on my chest.

His big hand cups my sex, the heel of his palm pressing into my clit. He leans further and nibbles at my lower lip before kissing me in full. I press my tongue forward to meet his, desire and arousal flooding me fast.

He breaks away, looks into my very soul. He stares at me, gauging the reaction of his prey, this wolf. The tender folds of my sex are swollen. They welcome his fingers as they slip easily into the warmth beyond.

He holds his beautiful cock out, the head of it like a mace.

This is it, I realize. This is the weapon he plans to take my virginity with.

“And now,” he says, guiding his cock towards my folds. “We begin.”

His smile grows crooked, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Say it, little lamb. Say you want my cock.”

Fighting is useless. I know this now.

My lips part, each syllable falling softly. “I want your cock.”

The word is dirty in my mouth, foreign.

The head of the Professor’s cock presses up against the opening of my hole as his body rocks over me. He draws it out, letting out a long grunt, his eyes half-shut. He is keenly watching my face as he shifts forward and into my tight little entrance.

I grimace. I can’t help it. His dick is far too big for my me, even prepared as I am, soaking wet around him.

He thrusts gently forward again, and his cock head slides in.

“Yes,” he hisses, clearly amused. “There we are.”

Doubt floods my head, but the desire to be taken is stronger. It soars through, makes me drunk for him.

“Please,” I whimper.

He rocks his hips back and then thrusts forward brutally, my ankles pulling in pain as he buries half his shaft into the tight confines of my young cunt.

And just like that, with a bright burn of pain, I am a virgin no longer.

I roll my head from side to side on the roller as he moves out and shifts forward again, pressing deeper into my pussy.

It’s strange at first, the initial unpleasantness quickly giving way to something new. Each time I welcome him back inside of me, low noises erupt from my throat, the discomfort slowly dissipating to be replaced with something new and terrifying.

He drowns in the folds of my flesh as he thrusts into me, concentric waves moving over my skin as he fucks me senseless.

I squirm as much as my bonds will allow, my pussy tight, holding him in a vice as his hand roams across my breasts, nails brushing my nipples and sending fresh arousal flowing below. He slaps them one at a time and pulls at my hair as he takes me, fucking me harder and harder until I find myself lifting upwards as best I can to meet his thrusts.

“Yes,” he whispers, clearly enjoying himself, “what a good little slut you are. Say it.”

I scream out as he backhands a breast, the nipple flushing a hot, ruby red.

The pleasure rises. “I’m a good little slut,” I say, panting hard.

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