Page 30 of In Love with the Devil

My silence only inspires him to fuck me harder and to add another finger. His ruthlessness is breaking my body. He spreads my asshole to such extreme that it tears. The pain takesmy breath away. I scream, hoping it will calm him.“Soon baby. Just a little more, then I’ll fill your pretty, little hole with my come to warm it.”

My lungs force me to take a breath again, and all the pain rolls back like a tsunami. All I can do is whimper and wail.“No,” I cry when my pussy coils around him. I don’t want to come like this but it's too late. My body enjoys the overfilled sensation, the stretching, the sweeping of him against the walls of both my holes. We’re both panting. Even when I try to make a fist, nothing happens. I have to gather all my strength to scream, “Julian!”

“Oh… That’s it. Yeah. That’s it baby, come again.” My body obeys, convulsing around the girth of his cock and fingers. It’s so intense, both holes quiver and spread waves of euphoria throughout all of me.

“That’s my good, dirty slut. I bet you’d love to have all your holes filled at the same time. One day, pretty bird. I promise.”

How many times has he done this to me?I thought he wasn’t fucking me? He places the vibrator against my clit. My body jolts against it, crashing my butt against him, again and again. I moan more, but my voice is weak. I feel his cock twitch. He yanks it out and quickly pushes the tip into my asshole, where it jerks and engorges again and again, while he groans loudly, pushing deeper, tearing my rim as it spurts hot come into me.

“You don’t have to cry for it anymore, pretty bird. There it is. There’s your come. All nice and warm for your little hungry hole.”

I can’t handle my orgasm while he fills my asshole. He thrusts chaotically, a few times pushing so hard that it passes the entrance. I scream again and again. It's unbearable. Somehow, the excruciating pain overcomes whatever is making my body non-responsive. It’s when I tense, the one time I screech and ball my hands into firsts.“Stop–!”

Who the hell does that, and why? Despite my revulsion and the pain, I climax from the powerful stimulation on my clit. My stretched ass convulses on his cock.

“Fuck!” he yells, hurting my ears, and thrusts a little deeper while trying to catch his breath. “I knew you'd like it." He continues rocking into me, stretching the rim of my asshole again and again, sending intense waves of pleasure. "That's it pretty bird, keep milking me. God, you're such a dirty slut. Coming from getting your ass fucked. You want more don't you?" He pushes harder, going deeper and I wail.

"Take it, baby… Such a good little slut." He opens my butt cheeks wide. “I wish you could see it, Astoria. It looks so pretty, stretched out and leaking my come.”

But that’s not all.

Julian moves so his body is under mine. “Just to keep it in, baby, I promise.” His knuckles stretch my asshole, rubbing against the rim while my pussy sits on his mouth and his tongue and lips pleasure my clit. His fist is too wide. My body trembles, drowning in a storm of pain and pleasure.

I’m gone.

The alarm on my phone rings loudly, but I only have one set for weekdays. I check my phone, and indeed, it’s Monday. I lost two mother fucking days and feel like shit. I leave a message on my boss’ voice mail, explaining that I’m sick and can’t come to work today.

After, in trying to remember what happened, bits and pieces flash through my memory but there are too many things I can't remember. Julian punished me and it was too brutal. Maybe this is why my brain is blocking everything. It takes me a while before I remember vomiting, then taking a shower? How can I possibly lose two days? I grow nauseous at the strong smell of come, so I put everything in the washer, then shower. My body is sore in so many places, making it difficult to walk. I feel like part of me is physically broken or torn inside.

“What’s going on?” I cry.

I’ve lost control of my life and body. Julian makes me feel like a caged, wounded bird being tortured physically and mentally. Enough.There has to be a way out of this.Maybe I should visit Mom for a while? It’s not like I like my job. No. No. I can’t live with her again.

Think, Astoria.I swallow and, against my better judgment, call Mindy.

“Hey girl. You never call. Are you okay?” she asks, her concern making me feel guilty. I cover my mouth with my clammy, trembling hand, trying to cry in silence so she won’t know, but I devolve into a blubbering mess.

“No.”

“Astoria? What’s wrong?”

A short sob bursts out of me, and I cover my mouth again as tears trail down my face. What am I doing? With my hand on my forehead, I realize I can’t tell her. I could be putting her in danger. There’s no denying that Julian is psychotic.

“Tory? You’re worrying me? Do you need me to come over?” There’s an overt panic in her voice.

“No. I’m so sorry, Mindy. I’ll be okay. Sorry, I just had a bad nightmare and got my period. That’s all. Sorry.”

“Jesus girl, listen, I’ll be there after work, okay?”

“No–there’s no need.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you need or don’t need. I’ll be there by five-thirty.”

“Okay, Mindy. I’m so sorry to have scared you.”

“You’re okay, don’t worry. See you soon.”

The whole day, I’min turmoil. I should tell Mindy. No, I shouldn’t tell her. I find myself walking back and forth, pushing my hair back, biting my nails and lips non-stop. Other times I find myself yearning to be held as I break down, with only the corner walls of my closet to cocoon me.My hands won't stop shaking. I know I should eat something but I can't fathom it.

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