Page 28 of Disturbed Lucidity

They had complete freedom, and I mean there was not a single thing they couldn’t do.

I swallowed another mouthful, and the darkness surrounding me seemed to intensify, matching the fury building inside me, urging me to unleash my own brand of justice on those sons of bitches. Men like those frat boys would never learn. They were already tainted. Trained by their fathers from birth to use and abuse, by any means necessary, to achieve what they wanted in life, without regard for those around them.

They were nothing more than garbage.

Movement in the darkness had me looking up from where I was sitting. I spotted Luc standing in front of Pixie, emanating an intense and formidable presence with his arms tightly folded over his broad chest. Even from my spot, concealed in the shadows, it was impossible to miss the evident bulge in his pants.

“Don’t have all fucking night, Pixie,” he snapped, pointing to the ground in front of him.

Without hesitation, the club whore dropped to her knees, her actions an obvious display of obedience. The moment her eyes met his, he delivered a sharp, stinging slap.

Sitting up fast, I gasped when I caught sight of Pixie’s radiant smile directed at him. She was enjoying this. I could clearly see her erect nipples. Sexual excitement coursed through her.

Luc smirked when he gripped her jaw firmly. She immediately complied by opening her mouth wide as he withdrew his penis, and that’s when I saw his piercings. The moonlight glistening off his Magic Cross, two beautifully placed piercings through the head of his cock, crisscrossing in an X-pattern. As he stroked himself, I saw his reverse Prince Albert piercing, and when he lifted his cock allowing me to see the underside of his cock, I wasn’t shocked to find a Jacob’s Ladder as well. He had beautifully decorated his cock, clearly designed for maximum pleasure. So, I wasn’t shocked when he aggressively shoved his dick down her throat. Asserting his dominance, he firmly clutched her head in his powerful hands and proceeded to vigorously fuck her mouth.

Despite her initial struggle, she eventually yielded to his actions. The forceful thrusts of his cock caused her to cough and sputter, with each deep penetration resulting in slimy secretions being expelled onto his thick and rigid member.

I had to admit, his dick was rather impressive in size.

I fixed my gaze, unable to break away.

Something about watching him use her as she willingly allowed him, intrigued me.

Scenes like this had been a familiar sight throughout my entire life.

Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any disgust, even though I should have.

He roughly fucked her face, causing the air to be filled with a cacophony of gurgling gasps and strangled sounds. She pleasured him, and saliva dripped from her lips, cascading down her chin, and settling in thick strands on her bouncing cleavage.

Abruptly, he released his grip on her and removed the instrument of torture from her mouth, causing a wave of relief to wash over her. Gasping for air, she sniveled and spluttered, struggling desperately, like someone being held underwater. Spittle forcefully ejected from her abused mouth, landing unceremoniously on his pants when she widened her mouth and extended her tongue, craving more.

He slapped her face again, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her.

Inhaling sharply and without warning, he spat on her face. The treatment elicited a joyful yet horrifying reaction from her, causing her to moan as she instinctively closed her eyes, reveling in his mistreatment. Then, before she opened her eyes, he jammed his cock back into her mouth, not stopping until his pelvis was flush with her swollen lips. Even from where I was sitting, I could see the swell of her neck as his cock slid down her throat. With his forceful grip, her eyes watered when he thrust forward, only to hold his dick deep in her throat, gagging her.

She desperately attempted to free herself from his grip, but his hold remained unyielding, creating an excruciatingly uncomfortable moment that dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, he relinquished his grasp, and she sank down onto her haunches, coughing up phlegm that landed on her ample bosom while she gasped for air.

His hands were on her again, forcefully tearing her top off, and his fingers aggressively gripping her breasts.

I watched in awe as she moaned, surrendering herself to his touch, her body arching against the unforgiving picnic table while she reveled in the exquisite pleasure he inflicted upon her. He buried his face in her cleavage, biting her skin while his hands took a painful grip on the flesh of her thighs. Tilting her head back, she offered herself to him. His response was immediate as he sank his teeth into her neck, his hands boldly delving under her short skirt, caressing her hips and squeezing her ass. Suddenly, he aggressively penetrated her wet pussy with his fingers, leaving her breathless. He worked his fingers into her pussy, and his left palm slid up to cover her mouth, muffling any sounds she might make. She let out a stifled cry when he forcefully thrust his fingers inside her, relentlessly finger-fucking her. His arm moved in a rapid back-and-forth motion as he vigorously inserted his fingers into her cavity.

I spent a lifetime surrounded by depravity and licentiousness, a constant witness to the immoral behavior and unrestrained actions of men, until the wickedness of humanity became my only reality. I thought when I escaped my tormentors, I was free of their impiety. I sat in this secluded spot, concealed by darkness, and witnessed Luc’s continuous exploitation and cruel behavior towards Pixie, I couldn’t help but ponder whether the actions of one man reflected the inherent corruption of all men.

Was their understanding limited to the electric charge of primal desire, which, in turn, dictated their instincts and behaviors? Most importantly, what was it specifically about Luc that made Pixie beg, crave, and long for his cruel nature?

Mesmerized by the scene unfolding before me, I couldn’t help but keep my gaze fixed on her. His palm pressed down upon her, and she let out a series of intense screams, her body quivering and shaking involuntarily. The culmination of her pleasure was evident as she erupted, squirting a copious amount of watery cum all over his forearm and pants.

In a sudden motion, he reached out and grabbed her by the neck, forcefully lifting her up and swiftly spinning her around. With no hesitation whatsoever, he unceremoniously propelled her, using his extraordinary strength, toward the picnic table, resulting in her being pushed against it and subsequently forced to kneel on the bench, ultimately leaving her ass exposed to the elements. Demonstrating both strength and aggression, he utilized his free hand to deliver a firm and unforgiving slap to her buttocks. Her squeal echoed in the silence of the night, bouncing off the surrounding darkness.

My heart raced when he pushed her face down into the hardwood of the table, his hand on the back of her head. A sigh of sordid passion escaped and bubbled up around her face. His fingers tightened to grip her dark hair before he yanked her neck back, slapping her ass harder before slamming her face back down. He wasted no time digging into his back pocket for a foiled package. Ripping it open, he deftly suited up, as if he’d done it a million times before.

Holding her firmly to the table with one hand, he grabbed his erect cock with his other hand, rubbing the head up and down her wet, slippery hole, before sliding it up towards her ass.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Pixie moaned when Luc pushed forward. His cock slid up inside her, deeper and deeper, and Pixie released a low, guttural moan, her hands moving between her legs, rubbing her clit. The second he was balls deep, Luc gripped her shoulder while his other landed on her head, pushing her once more down onto the table while he relentlessly fucked her ass.

He was ravenous, unyielding, ruthless with her.

He took what he wanted—no, needed—not caring for her comfort or pleasure.

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