Page 82 of Body Tox

Where the fuck was Asher? He told me to stay put, but it had been a while, and I had fallen asleep. I woke up and turned to him. He was sleeping beside me, his arm draped over my chest.

“Pretty Boy?” I asked, tapping him. He opened his eyes and looked right at me.

“Ahh!” I screamed, smacking into him. “What the fuck, Asher? You look like a crack addict. Where did you go all that time?”

He was still coated in dried blood, but it looked like more than I remembered. He rolled on top of me, and it took me off guard. My body froze, but I didn’t push him away. He was hard as ever, and I could feel him pressing into my stomach.

“I have a gift for you, Little Wraith,” he said.

His smile was so wide that I could see his teeth shining off the light of the candles around us.

“Uhh…” I was unsure what to say.

“Spread open for me, baby,” he encouraged me, opening my thighs with his forearms.

I allowed his guidance, getting wet for him at his neediness. I closed my eyes, arching and waiting to feel his cock penetrate me. Pressure built, and then the prodding push at my entrance caught my attention.

He didn’t feel warm. Something was off. I groaned and opened my eyes, leaning forward and trying to watch him enter me.

What I saw made me scream and try to pull away.

Asher wasn’t inside me at all.

He was pushing a dildo into me…no, not a dildo. It felt too real to be silicone.

“He used this to hurt you so many times, Little Wraith,” he said, and my head was scrambling, trying to grasp what the fuck he meant.

“Now you can take control. Use him to feel pleasure. He can’t hurt you ever again.”

He couldn’t mean…

Asher put my hand onto the length inside me, using my hand to push it in and out of my core.

“Asher…” I said, the puzzle pieces coming together.

“Use him,Little Wraith. Take back your power and make that pretty little pussy come while he suffers and bleeds for you.”

I swallowed, looking down and realizing this was a penis. A taxidermied appendage cut with precision off the man it belonged to. He said they had hurt me. Was this Alex’s penis? He had been alive, and Asher found him? Tortured him and ripped his dick off his body? Was he dead?

Asher mounted me, pressing me down and watching me fuck my pussy with the makeshift dildo.

He was right in front of me, pressing at my asses entrance with his own insanely large cock. He used my wetness to guide himself inside, being slow at first, working the muscles to surrender to his command.

“Let me in, Little Wraith. You can take it.”

I moaned and panted. He wouldn’t let me stop. He was pushing my hands to fuck harder with his toy, following my rhythm and speed with his own body.

“You are doing so well, baby. I am so fucking proud of you. Letting me fill up your tight ass while you fucking use that monster’s cock to make you come. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

My orgasm was so close that I looked up and stared into Asher’s eyes, but something was different. They were usually light. Now, a dark tint like a film cased over his usual color.

He gripped my thighs and pushed deeper into me, growling at my whimpering as I tried to pull away.

“Your…”

The realization of where I had seen those dark irises made me gasp. Clawing to get free of him, my hand halted on the toy.

He was…wearing him.

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