Page 104 of In Love with the Devil

“Get off me, Astoria.”The anger is now rising in his tone.

What can I do? I shake my head, with boogers and tears running down my face. With a whiny cowardly whisper I beg, “No.”

“We’re already here. Get off me!” The dirt doesn't soften the blow to my head when he pushes me off him. He opens one door to what I assume is my new cell.

Inside the room, there's a weird contraption I’ve never seen. It has wooden pallets that he forces me to kneel on. He securesmy legs to it with tight leather restraints on my calves, and on my thighs. My waist bends over another flat pallet. He ties more restraints around my waist and replaces the collar with straps. I’m on all fours over a wood slab that runs from my chest to my belly. I assume this is for him to fuck me. He takes both my arms and ties them behind me. My tits hang over each side of the contraction. He secures a gag ball into my mouth. Already, I’m hyperventilating.

I can do this. I can do this.I keep lying to myself.

Julian walks out of the room. The door slams shut. Pitch blackness swallows me. I can't calm myself. The longer he’s not here, the more I want it to be over, and the more I wish he would’ve killed me. Why didn’t he? I don’t know how long it’s been when the door opens. What used to be a dim light, now blinds me. He doesn’t say a word, but pushes something extremely cold under my right butt cheek. Within seconds, it’s so hot, I scream and try with all my might to get off the contraption or to topple it over. I pull forward so hard the restraint on my neck cuts into my skin and I’m sure I’m going to break my own neck. Even with my mouth completely full, the scream echoes. I want to bite down on the gag so badly that my jaw hurts. My nails bury into my clenched, sweaty palms past the first layer of skin.

What was sticking to my thigh finally lifts off, but now it’s a different type of throbbing pain, and another wail runs out of me, followed by endless wracking, quaking sobs. Although I can’t process it, I know what he has done to me. The smell of cooking meat fills my nostrils doesn't allow me to deny it though, he has branded me.

“It’s over, pretty bird. You were such a brave, good girl. Shh…”

It hurts so much I can't calm my hysteria, the screaming. His palm gently caresses my back.

The burning sensation on my thigh intensifies and wakes me. I can’t take the pain. The silence is replaced by my whimpering and rushed breathing then my wailing. I hear him moving, then feel his fingers applying something to the burn. The acute pain pulls hysterical screams out of me that end in sobs. I'll do anything for it to stop hurting.

He blows cold air on it, but it doesn’t alleviate the torture. “Try to calm down, little bird. You’re only increasing your circulation which intensifies the pain. It’s over. I promise,” he says as he places a gauze bandage over it.

But it’s not over. I can’t take the scorching anguish. This means I can’t stop screeching and crying.

“How many times did you fuck him, little bird?” His voice wakes me. The first thing I feel is the throbbing, scorching agony on my thigh. The second thing I feel is something filling, stretching my ass, and another entering my pussy. Dildos. A machine makes a rotating sound and the dildos enter me again and again. My eyes roll back in pleasure.

Julian walks closer to my face and whispers in my ear, “However many days you went to his house and let him fuck you, that’s how many days you’ll spend down here.”

I push his words away, not wanting to process them. His fingers at the back of my head unlock and remove the gag. I take several big gulps of air through my mouth. “Julian–”

“Shhh… don’t talk, little bird. You’ll just piss me off even more. Here, drink.” A straw touches my lips. I suck it and drink as much water as I can before he takes it away. A sob escapes me.

“That's it, pretty bird. You always look so fucking beautiful when you cry for me. Shh. Don't worry. I’m going to fill every hole in your body with my come. It’s coming, little bird… be patient.”

He cups my face with both his hands and the tip of his cock slides across my lips, wetting them with his juices. I lick my lips, tasting him for the first time in too long then stick my tongue out, licking the tip of him, enjoying the feel of him.

“Here you go.”

I open my mouth for it and while holding my head up with his palms on both my temples, he fucks me. He mimics the speedat which the dildos are entering me. As they speed up, so does he. I cry at my miserable, disgusting existence, but as the speed increases, just like always, my body melts from the stimulation. What I don’t expect is that just as my body constricts, a vibrator presses against my clit. I try with all my might to pull forward every time, but the pain from my thigh shoots through me, pulling a harrowing screech from me. My throat closes and I can’t help but bite him.

He stops, bends down, and warns, “Bite me again and you’ll beg me for death, Astoria.”

“I can’t hel–” His cock filling my throat interrupts my explanation. For what seems like the next century, I focus all of my energy on not biting Julian’s cock for fear of what he might do to me. I don’t notice how loud I’m screaming and how violently I’m jolting as orgasm after orgasm rolls through my body. With every one of them, the speed of the machine increases and I think this is the way he will kill me after all.

All the weight of my head hangs from his hands and my mouth is only open because his thrusting cock keeps it that way. I’m too exhausted.

“Come on, little bird, you can take it. I know you can.”

How is it he hasn’t come yet? My jaw hurts almost as much as my thigh. He’s never lasted this long. Or maybe having two dildos and a vibrator whose activity I can’t predict is too much for me to handle.

The machine stops and he pulls out of me. I wheeze on the verge of falling asleep as he pulls the dildos out as well. Both my holes throb at the rhythm with which they were fucked and miss being filled and massaged. It doesn’t take long at all before another, thicker dildo slips deep into my pussy. He spreads my butt cheeks, spits, and my eyes flutter shut as he slips into my ass, slowly filling me. He forces his way in, breaking my insides, pulling cries out of me. I squeeze the rope around my wrists so hard I’m sure it’s breaking skin.

“Oh.” It escapes me when I feel his balls against my cheeks. Julian moans. I’m too stretched out.

He slips in and out of me. “Fuck!” he cusses at the same time I call his name, “Julian.”

It’s too intense, too good and I fear I’m going to come soon.

“It’s been too long hasn’t it?” he asks me and although he doesn’t specify, I know he’s asking me about his dick being inside my ass.Yes, Julian, it’s been too long.I gasp as my walls thank him for the slow massage and stretching that comes with each of his thrusts.

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