Page 98 of Whispers of Obsession

“Since you don’t deserve to choke on my cock, you can gag on this.”

A ball gag that barely fits in my mouth is shoved between my teeth, secured tightly behind my head. He’s not gentle as he wrenches my head back and forth by my hair, and it’s silly that it hurts more than my ass, but the prickling sensation in my scalp brings tears to my eyes.

His gloved hand caresses my puckered nipple.

“You’re turned on, even after all that?” he asks, and I turn my head away, trying to hide my reddening cheeks.

Something cold, with teeth, clamps over one nipple, then the other. I gasp around the gag, my back arching. He pinches the clamps, squeezing them even tighter so that the small metal teeth dig into my sensitive flesh and I squeal, though no sound really makes it out beyond the gag.

With a tilt of his head, he regards me for a moment, then pulls out a small device that looks like it might be a vibrator of some kind, but it's shaped like a skinny ‘U’. I’ve never seen a toy like it before, but it doesn’t look too bad. At least it’s small.

“Look how fucking wet you are. Your greedy cunt is dripping. Look at you soaking the blankets, you fucking slut.” His words make me whimper, but as he thrusts the sex toy inside me, it starts to vibrate. Intensely.

Just then, an intense…warming sensation heats my clit. My hips jerk, as the masked man adjusts the vibrator and it settles over my sensitive flesh.

“That's just the stimulant gel kicking in. You’re going to come until you fucking pass out, and then I’m going to fuck you unconscious.” His violent promise has me nodding frantically. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, my little cum slut?”

Next thing I know, a sharp slap stings against my tit, and I look up as the masked man smacks me with a…riding crop? What the fuck?

“Let’s turn these pretty tits the same color as your ass.”

More hits rain down on my chest, each impact making the nipple clamps bite harder, but it’s bearable…perhaps because I can see what’s happening this time?

The skin turns pink, then red, and then it becomes too painful to watch.

I close my eyes and look away, needing the double distance from this hell.

The masked man turns away from me, and I risk peeking at him. He grabs something out of sight, and turns back around…with a gun in his hand.

A revolver.

My eyes go wide, and my heart pounds harder than ever.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no please.

I frantically shake my head. I don’t want this. How do I make him stop?

He uses his free hand to press down on my clit, and the sudden pressure makes my hips jerk. I whimper. I’m so close to coming, but the gun is so distracting. Terrifying. I can’t come.

“What if I fuck your ass with this?” I shake my head again until my brain rattles, and I see stars, begging him with my eyes and silent tears not to do this.

He chuckles, pulls the hammer back, and holds it to my forehead.

“Let's play a game.”

He drags the gun down the bridge of my nose, and I’m reminded of the night I met him.

Oh, how things have changed…

HowI’vechanged.

He undoes the gag, pulling the ball out, but quickly replaces it with the gun before I can react. My jaw aches, but the discomfort is pushed aside as I focus on the weapon protruding from my mouth.

“Suck it.”

I do as he says, my eyes watering as he shoves it into the back of my throat. I gag, my throat constricting around it as saliva leaks from my lips.

He holds it there, right at the back of my throat until I can’t breathe, and I’m writhing in my bonds as panic sets in.

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