Page 6 of Poison

I did as commanded and felt something metal touch my teeth.Hisfingers fumbled in my hair as the contraption was strapped around my head. A cock sucker mouth gag. I couldn't speak, but the metal kept my mouth open wide enough to suck his cock. Panic welled up in my chest. I wouldn't be able to say my safe word.

Shaking my head, I tried to utter a protest, but all that came out was an incoherent moan. The man grinned wickedly. "Is my little pet trying to talk back to me?" His fist swung at my face, striking me in the eye. When I tried to protest again, he slapped the other side of my face. Gripping the chain attached to the collar, he pulled me close. His hand tangled in my hair, forcing me to swallow his shaft. The man stunk; the stench of his groin area made my eyes water. Internally, I wished to bite down and escape, but I could do nothing but take it.

He pushed me away, and I fell backward. "Get to your feet!"

Hesitantly, I tried to do as instructed, but withoutthe use ofmy arms, it was difficult. Without warning,hestruck me again. My burning eye caused my entire body to shudder in pain. Hot tears streaked down my face, and I tried to shout my safe word, but nothing happened. The room helper couldn't understand me. Damned useless machine.

"Get to your feet!" the man shouted again, unclasping the chain from the floor and using it to drag me to the table. The air was cut off from my lungs almost instantly. I was choking; he was strangling me. My legs kicked, but I couldn't gain traction. My efforts did nothing as I fought for oxygen. The skin on my neck burned, and my lungs screamed. Black dots began to cover my vision. His handgripped the straps on my back and forced me to my feet before he bent me over the table.

"You're not a very obedient little dog, are you? Maybe it's time you learned your lesson." I felt the sting on my ass cheek before I could react to his words. Pain slithered through my body like an electric eel. I had been spanked before, but never like this. Never this rough. Another smack caused me to cry out, and tears dripped from my eyes. I tried to yell the safe word again with no result. Again, he hit me, and again I cried out. It was as if he were giving it everything he had, like I was a baseball, and he was trying to score a home run.

Both of his hands grabbed my burning cheeks, spreading them wide as something pushed violently past the tight ring of my ass. I cried out again, and he thrust harder. When his belly hit the small of my back, I realized he was using his cock, not a toy. He wasn't exactly long, but he was thick, painfully thick. The grip on my hair tightened, pressing my head down. My pelvis struck the table with every unmerciful thrust; it felt like it was going to shatter. I screamed, and he stopped, yanking his cock free. I sighed heavily around the gag, trying to catch my breath and get my tears under control.

He forcibly rolled me over. "Are you crying?"

When I nodded timidly, he struck me hard enough that I could taste blood. He leaned over, licking it up. The crimson coated his tongue before he swallowed. My torment wasn't done; he lifted my legs and pushed in once more. I cried out with every rough movement. This was all wrong. I had been with sadists before; I would leave the session with a sore ass and maybe a few marks on my back, but this was a flat-out assault. He was acting out his wildest rape fantasies on me. There was no holding back, no remorse. He wanted me to feel pain; he liked it when I cried. As much as I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, I couldn't help it. It hurt, and I was terrified. The pill Hobbs had given me was only slowing down time, making the session feel so much longer than it was.

"Not yet. Not yet," the man hissed through clenched teeth. Pulling out, he forced me onto my stomach again. Pain lanced my ass cheek, and I heard a crack as something clattered to the floor. "Piece of fucking junk!"

I watched from the corner of my eye as he reached for something else, and in that delayed sense of reality, I felt the sting across my back; he had found a whip. The torture continued. Every time he came close to cumming, he would pull out and beat me in one way or another until a gentle chime rang through the room. The man cursed. He only had a few more minutes with me. Cum now or forever hold your jizz.

Forcing me onto my back again, he lifted my legs, practically bending me in half before ramming into me for the final time. I could barely breathe as his heavy body pressed against mine, and then he wrapped his hand around my neck, cutting off all air. My eyes bulged, and I tried to wiggle away, but he was too strong. I could do nothing but lay there as darkness invaded my vision. Before I completely blacked out, he let go, and his cock left my body. Through blurry tears, I could see him stroke his meat until, finally, his warm, sticky cum sprayed across my body. I was so weak. I couldn't even turn my head to avoid getting it on my face. I could do nothing but choke in life-saving air.

The alarm chimed, signaling that the session was over. The door slid open, and heavy footsteps approached. "I hope you had a good time?" Hobbs' footsteps stopped, and I heard him growl under his breath. "What the fuck have you done to him?" Not so gently, I was yanked upright. He gripped my sore jaw, turning my head from side to side, inspecting me.

"He did a good job. Not once did he utter his safe word."

Scowling, Hobbs tugged at the straps behind my head. "You weren't supposed to gag him! That was part of the agreement! He is supposed to be able to use the safe word." He started unstrapping the straight jacket, pulling it gently from my body. The moment I was free, I slid from the table, needing to put space between me and the two men. I huddled in a corner, waiting for Hobbs to make the man leave as I tried to keep my sobs locked away.

"I'll pay you two thousand extra sinders for the trouble." The fat man grinned evilly. "In fact, I will pay you fifteen thousand sinders to let me do it again next week. How I want to do it. No rules."

Hobbs glared at him. "Forget it."

"Twenty thousand."

My sponsor didn't say anything, making my anxiety rage. He looked at me, and I shrank down. "No. Please, no. Please, Trevor, don't make me do it. Please." I was begging and crying but didn't care. I had no pride left. I wouldn't survive going through that again.

"I'll contact you later regarding the extra sinders you owe." Hobbs gripped my shoulder and escorted me out of the room.

Chapter 5

When we reached my apartment, Hobbs walked past me and entered the bathroom. I stood next to the door, trying my damndest to keep my tears under control. My body felt like it was on fire. A morbid part of me wanted to look in the mirror, but I was afraid of looking at my reflection.

Eventually, Hobbs left the bathroom with a wet washcloth. He was quiet as hebegan runningit gently over my body, wiping up the man juice. After dabbing the blood from my lip,heleaned over and kissed me gently. I did nothing as he continued to kiss me repeatedly, dragging his lips down to my jaw and neck. He pressed a hand to my stomach and started pushing me backward.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a timid tone, pulling away.

"Shhh," he whispered as hecontinued to guideme toward the bed.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "No, please, Trevor, don't."

"Shhh. Sit down. It'll be alright."

"Please don't do this. My body hurts." My words came out as a sob.

"I'll make it feel better,"he cooed.

Hobbs climbed on top of me, laying the weight of his body on mine. Several thoughts crossed my mind:I could fight him. I'm not weak. One of Hobbs' biggest complaints is that I'm too muscular. I should stick a finger in his eye and run like hell.But what good would that do? He would only drag me back and hurt me worse. More time would be placed on my books, and I would be his prisoner forever.

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