Page 20 of Stalking Christmas

I push forward, shoving upended furniture out of my way, until I’m a mere few feet away from her, and taking in herappearance in the flesh. Her pale complexion causes the freckles on her skin to stand out, and I yearn to count every one of them. All the various cuts I’ve made over the last twenty-four hours decorate her limbs, and looking at them causes my cock to twitch inside of my pants, and beads of precum to slip from the slit.

“Mon... ster,” she slurs, as she attempts to force her head back up with difficulty, and her eyes try to focus on me. She gets an adorable frown on her face, and two little lines between her furrowed brows appear, giving her a look of innocence, instead of the rage she must feel. Her hand rises as if to swat at me, but the limb must feel too heavy in her drugged state, as it flops back onto her legs.

I bend down until I’m squatting in front of her and push away her matted auburn hair from her face. She is truly beautiful; in another time, sonnets would be written about her. She really is a sight to behold, and I’m so ecstatic that she is all mine. “Am Iyourmonster, sweet temptation? How I desire todevouryou.“ I press my fingers into her scalp, yanking on her silky, long tresses, and forcing her head to move towards me. My forehead meets hers, as I take deep inhales of her scent, the mixture of sweat, fear, and her natural flowery tone diluted by the mask, which makes me unreasonably cranky. I want to press my skin against hers, and feel its velvety, warm surface as it makes contact with my rough texture. I need to rub my lips on hers, taste her breaths and moans, and consume her screams until there is nothing left of her. It’s a need that I can’t seem to reason with. The desire to tame her, and make her mine, is the most overwhelming sensation I have ever felt, when usually I am frigid and hollow inside.

“You’re everything I didn’t know I craved, sweet temptation. I can no longer breathe comfortably without you. You have infected me, body, mind, and soul, and for you, that could have deadly consequences.” The dark amber flecks in her eyes arestunning, and in their frightened depths, I witness apprehension but also enlightenment. She knows she will never leave here alive if I don’t allow it. Right now, that doesn’t seem likely, and for some bizarre reason, that makes me melancholy, an uncharted emotion for me.

I slip my arms below hers and wrap them around her torso, lifting her slight weight into my lap, and forcing her legs to wrap around my hips. Her cooled flesh puckers with my touch, and a shiver dashes across her soft flesh, as I sit back on the carpeted floor with her in my grasp. Her warm pussy rubs against my hardened cock, forcing a moan to leave my lips. I thrust against her, the material of my pants the only thing preventing me from being deep inside of her.

“Ahh,” the garbled sound leaves her, in protest to my grip. Her eyes widen, with the feel of the tip of my cock stroking against her clit. Even though she’s sedated, and her body is languid in my hold, it doesn’t stop her breath from ratcheting up, and her breathing to become a husky tempo. Fuck, I want to tear into her and have my wicked way. I want to use her, every one of her holes, leaving her marked and full of my cum, until it’s pouring out of her. “Are you wet, my pet? Does this pretty pussy wish to be stretched and filled by my cock?”

I release one of my arms from around her body, and trail my hand slowly down her heaving chest in the space between our bodies. Her rose-tipped nipples stand erect, awaiting my finger’s ministrations, and her skin pebbles further with my touch. A low, garbled groan sounds from her lips, as my fingers strum and twist her nipple. Her body spasms against mine, and I can feel the heat of her core against my rock-hard cock. Fuck, I need to be inside of her, to feel her take me to the hilt, and clench around my thick length. I push her further back on my lap none too gently, and release my hold on her nipple to undo my button, and unzip my pants. My stiff cock springs forward,released from his imprisonment, covered in beads of precum. I press my thumb to my slit, coating it with my drips of cum, and then slip it to Chrissy’s lips, painting them in my essence, like some amusing, depraved lipstick. Fuck, the mask is in the way of me licking myself off of her mouth. I desperately want to taste myself mixed with her flavor.

Soon, I can remove the mask and stop this charade, and allow her to see who her new owner is. Will she be surprised that it’s me? I know that she’s attracted to me; she wasn’t as inconspicuous in her behavior at the strip club, or the diner. Will her confinement be easier to bear, knowing that the monster who has stolen her is known to her, or will that make her even more frightened? I can’t wait to get my answers, but for now, this will have to do.

I push her body forward again, my cock rubbing against her wet pussy lips and slipping between their seam, as I begin a slow rhythm of thrusting against her swollen nub. A shudder rolls through her body, and her head drops to the side, limp, but still fully aware of what is happening here. One of my large hands grips her hip while the other braces her back, keeping her erect and forcing her to ride me. “You’re drenched, temptation. Look at how your body responds to mine, how it craves my touch.”

Her chest heaves as she tries to get enough air, and her pupils dilate with the desire that is coursing through her veins. A lovely pink blush rises on her chest, neck, and cheeks, and makes me want to add my fingermarks and a hand necklace to their stain. A part of me wants to hold off and play with her a bit more, but I’m slowly losing the battle for my control, and running out of time. I tighten my grip until it’s punishing, and I know she’s feeling pain, and with the next thrust, I impale myself inside of her warm pussy, balls deep. A growl rents the air as I bounce her lethargic body on my cock, forcing her to receive my punishingthrusts with no recourse. “Fuck, temptation! You feel so fucking good, so warm and tight; this pussy is mine.”

Her head bounces back and forth, her gorgeous auburn hair cascading down her back, and over her shoulders. I pull her tightly to me, until my chest is pressed against hers, as I thrust up inside of her. My hand on her back pulls my mask up just past my lips, and I take the opportunity to bite down hard on the flesh of her shoulder. Her whole body seizes, her core tightening on my cock in a death grip, and she lets go, her orgasm ripping through her, as she soaks my lap with a garbled cry. My balls tighten painfully as a shiver slides down my back, and lightning snakes through my body, as my own release catapults me into bliss, and I cum deep inside of her pussy. “Mine,“ I groan, as I lick the drops of blood that have welled on the surface of her skin from my unhinged bite, and drag my mask back down.

I pull back and partly release my tight hold, meeting her gaze. She looks adorable, all soft and relaxed. Her lips are set in a slight droopy, drugged smile, and her eyes are closed, with dark lashes against her high cheekbones. Sexy, that is what she is. A true temptation, one that I would love to spend the rest of the night fucking, but I have to go deal with this‘Ricky’fucker. With an exasperated sigh, I place her sitting up against the wall next to me, my eyes divert to her pussy, and I watch as my cum slowly slides down from inside of her, and coats her pussy lips. I rise and grab hold of my semi-hard cock, and trail the tip across her lips and cheek, wiping my cum off on her skin before tucking myself away.

I’m pissed that I have to end our session so soon. I want more of her; I want to spend all night buried deep inside of all her orifices, while she cries and begs me to release her. My gaze travels around the messy room, causing my OCD to soar at the state of mayhem she has caused with her tantrum. With a deep, agitated sigh, I set about rectifying the room’s state, putting theupended mattress back on the bed, and the chair and dresser back in their correct positions, while I hum the melody to‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’.Once everything is finally back in its original place, and as neat as it’s going to get, I squat down, slip one hand below her legs and the other braced around her torso, and lift her carefully onto the bed. Her eyes watch me from lowered lids, as I arrange her in the middle of the bed, and prop a pillow below her head. Her glistening pussy calls to me, and I can’t resist getting a taste of her arousal and mine mixed together. I grab the discarded sheet from the floor and drape it over her face, leaving a corner open so she can still get air, and crawl onto the bed between her legs, before lifting the skull mask to my forehead, and diving in between her legs and licking her sweet pussy. “Fuck, temptation, you taste like heaven,” I growl into her swollen skin.

Her musky, delectable, sweet taste mixed with my strong, salty cum is an aphrodisiac that I can’t get enough of. I use my shoulders to push her legs open wider as I set to feast on her pretty pussy. I suck on her throbbing, swollen clit, and graze my teeth against its sensitive surface, before sucking one of her pussy lips and using my fingers to part her open, so I can shove my tongue inside of her core. I pull back and spit on her pussy, using my fingers to paint my name into her soft skin. All the while, little noises are muffled from below the sheet as she enjoys my actions. Her body tightens, the muscles in her stomach scrunching and spasming once again, and I’m rewarded with another gush of her delicious cum. The warm, sweet liquid trails down my lips and coats my chin, and I’ve never enjoyed eating anything more than I’m relishing consuming her. I suck and lick until she’s clean, swallowing down both of our essences, and knowing it’s the nourishment I need to go on my errand. With one final lick, I pull back withdevastating regret, shove down my mask, and yank the sheet off her to cover all of her body, and expose her face.

Her lips are open in a silent gasp, but her eyes are closed. The sedative must be starting to wear off because I watch as her fingers curl into fists, and I know it will only be a matter of time before she can move all her limbs, and will try to attack me to regain her freedom. Unfortunately, it’s time to go, and playing with her some more will have to wait.

I squeeze her breast over the sheet and rise from the bed, heading towards the door. “Don’t trash the room, sweet temptation; it won’t assist you in getting out of here, and the next time, I’ll enjoy tanning your ass for your unruly behavior.”

I close the door behind me, activating the lock, and head towards my car, knowing that Ricky Sanders is about to die a painful fucking death for interrupting my plans for the night. The taste of Chrissy lingers on my lips and tongue, and my cock juts out in front of me, begging to be returned to her warm hole. I fist myself through my pants and groan; soon I’ll be back and have her all to myself, and fuck anyone who tries to interrupt my holiday plans. It’s two days before Christmas, and all I ever wanted is already here and waiting for me to enjoy it.

I decide to leave her with a bit of holiday music to get her in the spirit, so that when I return, we can really enjoy ourselves. I pull out my phone, and activate the hidden sound system that runs through the whole cabin. After selecting a few songs to go on a playlist, I press play and keep the volume low.Merry Christmas, BabybyChristina Aguilerastarts crooning around the cabin, and I leave with a delighted grin.

Chapter 25

The Gift

The sunlight greets my tired eyes, as I force myself to sit up in the foreign bed. I drag my fingers through my rat’s nest of hair and push it away from my face, as I grimace at all the light flooding the room. I really shouldn’t have destroyed the blinds; that kind of backfired on me, and now I have to deal with the daylight like a vampire allergic to the sun. “Fucking hell,” I groan. My mind processes the fact that there is still faint music coming from somewhere, and it’s not just my delusional imagination.Is that Sia singing about Mistletoe? What the ever living fuck? This guy really is insane.

My eyes skate over the room’s interior. I know the fucker told me not to destroy it and threatened me with punishment, but once I regained the use of my limbs, and that drug he injected me with wore off, I couldn’t contain my rage and went to town, causing even more destruction, until I exhausted myself and crawled back into bed. My sore, swollen pussy reminds me that he’s not small or gentle, and I’ll probably pay harshly for being a brat. Ugh, gross, I feel the sticky wetness between my legs, which forces me to recollect that I was too out of it last night to think rationally and have a shower, and his cum is still inside of me and coating my legs.Motherfucker.

Thank fuck I have an IUD, otherwise who knows what could happen. I don’t wish to be this psychopath’s baby momma, nor do I desire to be featured in the next documentary on one of the streaming services, about giving birth to my captor’s babies.Fuck that shit, I’d rather die.A shudder runs through me at the thought, and all the hairs on my arms stand on end. “You better not have any STI, motherfucker, or I’ll rip your damn cock off!” I yell into the room, as the song changes toAdam Lambertcrooning some shit about being home for Christmas. I quickly wrap the silky sheet around myself and head into the bathroom, slipping the chain to the gap at the bottom of the door and closing it firmly. Not that there is a lock or anything that would prevent the psychopath from coming in here to get me if he so desired.

A huge part of me is relieved that he didn’t return last night to terrorize me some more. My emotions and thoughts are in complete turmoil right now in my head, and at war with each other. A part of me is terrified that I’m going to end up hacked to pieces, and buried in the woods in a shallow grave, or Christmas dinner for wild animals. The other part of me enjoyed him taking what he wanted from me, and using me for his depraved needs. That part of me fills me with self-loathing and disgust. Howcould I take perverse pleasure in being fucked by a madman who kidnapped me? There has to be something wrong with me, right?

I turn on the water as hot as it will go and step under the spray, allowing my skin to redden, and the soothing sounds of water to drown out my sobs. Will I ever see Toothless and Daisy again? How long is this psycho going to allow me to live, once he’s had his fill of me? After a few moments, I grab the shampoo bottle on the shelf, which suspiciously is the same shitty brand I have at home, and wash my hair. The bastard could have at least provided me with better quality shit than what I can afford, if he’s going to murder me anyways; some luxuries would be appreciated before I die.

After conditioning my hair and scrubbing my body down, the water is becoming frigid, and I have no choice but to leave the shower, and face my reality. I grab one of the towels from the floor that I threw around in my fury last night, and step before the mirror. The face that greets me looks pale as fuck and exhausted. I lean forward to get a glimpse of the bite mark on my shoulder, which is all red and inflamed.Fucking vampire mauled me, I’m going to kill this asshole.All of the bruises and cuts along the surface of my skin have me grimacing. How many more will decorate my flesh before this is all done with? The stupid metal collar and chain make it almost impossible not to choke myself as I move around, and it gets caught on stuff. Frustration continues to mount inside of me until it becomes tinder for a flame, and I start screaming like a wild banshee at the top of my lungs, until my voice is hoarse, and my throat is raw.

Tears burn my eyes and threaten to escape, but I refuse to unleash them. Crying has never solved anything in my life, and it’s not about to start now. I square my shoulders, steeling myspine, and force myself to step out of the washroom and back into the bedroom, and when I do, my eyes widen with shock.

While I was in the washroom, the psychopath must have come in and tidied up the room. The remaining unbroken furniture is back in its place, and there are new dark blue silky sheets on the bed, along with a food tray with a plastic carafe, and a paper plate loaded with pancakes, fresh fruit, and plastic cutlery. My stomach instantly growls loudly, as the scents assault my senses, and remind me that I haven’t eaten in over twenty-four hours. My eyes catch on a long, oversized white T-shirt draped on the corner of the bed. I hurriedly drop the towel and throw the shirt over me, feeling instantly more confident with clothing covering my skin. As a shield against him, it’s weak, but at this point, beggars can’t be choosers, and something is better than being naked all day.

I approach the food with suspicion, as some male singer asks faintly what he can bring me for Christmas in the background. How about my fucking freedom, asshole, or is that too much to ask for?

My gaze lands on the food, and my stomach rumbles loudly again. Is it possible he put something inside of it to drug me, so he can have his wicked way with me? A snort escapes me, as I think over how easy it was for him to drug me both times. He doesn’t need to put shit in the food; the fucker can sedate me anytime he feels like it, from a distance, and there is very little I can do about it. I bring a piece of strawberry up to my lips, and the sweet flavor makes me moan out loud. Fuck it, if I’m going to die anyway, at least I won’t starve. I’ve gone too many years barely eating, and certainly not being able to afford fresh fruit like this. I start stuffing my face like a wild, ravenous animal, until I’ve dispatched all the food, and drank the hot black coffee, and my stomach is full. I grab the empty tray and place it on the dresser before lying back down on the freshly made bed, andgroaning with satisfaction. My tired eyes begin to droop as my body feels heavy and lethargic, and I burrow further into the mattress, my damp hair soaking the pillow, and the top of my shirt. Fuck, I should have dried it, but suddenly, I’m so tired that even the thought of rising from the bed feels too difficult.

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