Page 44 of Trapping His Assassin

For some reason, though, this slut-shaming turned me on, but I wasn’t going to admit that to him.

Seeing that I started to struggle and scream again, he took quick action. With unbelievable force, he tore my clothes off of me, exposing my pussy, and he stuffed the remnants of his boxers in my mouth.

“That should shut you up, alright,” he said, satisfied. “And now, let’s see.” His fingers grazed my lips. “Oooh, you’re such a wet girl, do you want me inside you?”

I stared at him and shook my head violently. My denial was clear.

He laughed as he quickly and suddenly inserted two fingers into my vagina, making me squeak out loud. “As if you had any choice, little killer.” He paused his out-loud musings. “I think you like this.” His fingers started to move faster and faster. “You’re getting so wet, exactly like how a slut would react.”

I still shook my head, but that was no use. He continued to finger me, faster and faster. His strong fingers worked magic, and finally, with an audible splash, I squirted all over his arm and the forest floor.

He chuckled, using his hand to wipe away the tears on my face. “You did great, honey. And I thought you didn’t want this?”His words were meant to make me feel guilty, pointing out the clear evidence of my pleasure.

He had let go of my legs, which I closed immediately. He moved up to my face, removed the boxers from my mouth, and whipped out his cock. It was clear what he wanted to do, and I became very scared. I shut my eyes and closed my mouth.

“Open,” he commanded.

I kept my eyes and mouth closed, shaking my head.

“Open your mouth,” he said once again.

I still refused to suck his dick. He didn’t deserve it.

To my surprise, he pinched my nose. “If you won’t open your mouth, I’ll make you.”

What kind of a trick was this? I didn’t know what else I was supposed to do, except open my mouth and gasp for air. The exact moment I opened my mouth, he shoved his entire cock inside, making me gag.

“Don’t try to bite me either,” he immediately took his dick out of my mouth, allowing me to breathe. “I will murder all of those girls at The Academy if you don’t obey me. Now open.”

“Please,” I whispered.

The word escaped my lips, and a wave of panic washed over me. He stood inches away, muscles tense and eyes blazing with anger. I could see the determination in his stance, and knew he would carry out his threats if I didn’t obey. Trembling, I lifted my chin to meet his gaze and reluctantly parted my lips, bracing for what was to come next.

“Good girl.” He moaned at the sight.

His dick was hard, but not as hard as it could have been, as I soon learned when it grew in size on my tongue. He commanded me to pleasure him as best as I could, so I tried my best. It was very hard as my neck strained from the tension of my position. It was awkward, as I usually would have more control when giving a blowjob, but he wasn’t having it. I suffered in silence.

His words dripped with lust and a hint of danger. He grabbed my hair, pulling me away from his throbbing desire. His hot breath tickled my skin, as he whispered promises of dark and depraved pleasures. I could see the intensity in his eyes as he spat on my face, a primal instinct taking over. My heart raced with anticipation for what was to come.

This was the most degrading thing anyone had ever done to me, but somehow it was turning me on. He then proceeded to fuck my mouth by both thrusting his hips, and shoving my head down with a rough grip on my hair. I couldn’t breathe, but I also couldn’t get out of it. He let out low moans of pleasure.

Finally, he released my hair from his grip. He slapped my face, spat on it again, and smudged around his spit and my saliva leftover from the blowjob.

“What a fucking good slut, sucking a stranger’s dick so hungrily, and even showing off for me.”

I tried to argue against this statement, but he bent down to kiss me again. I pressed my lips firmly closed to prevent him from kissing me. But he slapped me hard across the face, and pinched my nipples so roughly that I screamed out loud. He took his chance and stuck his tongue inside my mouth, giving me a hot, wet, forceful kiss.

“Mmm, that’s one hole,” he said as he pulled away and stood up. Dragging me by my hair, he pulled me over and rolled me face down.

Before I could stand up or get away, he pressed his warm body onto mine, and slid his cock up and down inside my ass crack.

“Stop!” I cried.

But ignoring me, and pulling my head back by my hair, he kissed, licked, and sucked on my neck and behind my ear, an extremely sensitive area that turned me on.

I let out a small, involuntary moan, along with another weak protest. He stopped, sat up, and pressed my head into the forest floor.

“You want this, don’t you?” He aimed his cock at my opening, sliding up and down, but not going in.

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