Page 17 of Cry, Little Dove

“Oh, darlin’,” Cain rumbles. “That agonized expression in your eyes makes me sad that you can’t scream.”

He picks up another object from the surgical tray. Metal, too, with a thick, bulbous tip leading into a thinner stem and a flat, wide back at the end. I know whatthatis… and I know what he’s about to do with it.

He grabs a small bottle and squirts lube on the girthy butt plug. “Have you ever tried anal, either by yourself with a toy or a partner’s cock? Blink once for no, twice for yes,” he says with the neutral, clinical calm of a doctor.

I blink once, nauseous with shame.

“If this is your first time, you might experience a bit of discomfort. It will be easier for you if you relax and let it happen.” Cain says as he steps between my legs and presses the cold, slippery plug against my tight sphincter.

The tip stretches my asshole, feeling bigger than it looked in his hand. It burns. I think I can’t take any more, but he keeps pushing. Tears trickle down my cheeks, not just from the ache, but something buried beneath it, a streak of fire sending tingles through my legs.

Cain’s attention shifts to my face and he smiles the most sickeningly sweet smile. It’s unfair. He’s too gorgeous, too seductive with that glimmer in his green eyes and the soft, black curls I want to bury my hands in.

The devil has no right to look like a fallen angel, and I shouldn’t be so eager to surrender my body to his damnation.

“Cry, little dove,” he whispers. “Convince yourself you don’t want this, but soon, I’ll be rooted so deep inside your body and your mind, you’ll understand that all you need is me. Cry all you want, darlin’, but I’ll take what’s mine.”

It seems like it will never stop, like I’ll rip before he gets past the thickest part of the plug, when the neck slips into place. My ass closes around it, slackening. The ache lessens. It doesn’t feel so bad now. Actually, it feels too good, that weight of the steel plug and the pressure along my inner walls.

Cain’s throat shifts with a heavy swallow. A blush turns his cheeks dark pink and the composed mask of the experienced doctor slips. “Fuck, your virgin ass is tighter than I thought. You’ll break so beautifully when I’m finished with you.”

I don’t want to like this sick spectacle, but I’m getting more and more turned on. My pussy drips and my muscles throb around the plug. I wish I knew how to switch off my brain and let everything happen without realizing that Ilikewhat he’s doing to me.

“Damn, if only I had a dick for each of your holes so I could fuck them all at the same time, but I guess my toys will have to do,” Cain says and moves around the table to my face. “It’s still me doing this to you. Still me claiming you.”

He pulls up his top, the other hand yanking down the elasticated waist of his pants to take out his hard cock. Pre-cum leaks from the purple-ish tip and he grips his shaft with one hand, the other grabbing my chin. He tilts my head to the side and opens my jaw wide.

Fresh panic shoots through me. There is absolutely no way I can fit—

Cain shoves himself into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat almost instantly and I gag. He groans as my muscles convulse while he slides down my throat.

I’m nothing but a sex doll to him. An inanimate object for him to use and abuse.

“It feels so good when you choke on my cock, darlin’,” he grits out. “Fuck, everything about you is perfect. Your holes were made for me. You’re a free-use whore born with a single purpose: to take my cum.”

He holds the back of my head with both hands and starts thrusting. His wild moans ring through the operating theater, getting louder the more I fight for air. He allows me small breaths, but never enough to fill my lungs entirely.

Black creeps into my vision.

I pray I’ll pass out so I won’t have to endure more of his torture, won’t have to endure more of my body backstabbing me with its reactions. But Cain knows how to keep the darkness from swallowing me. He wants me to be conscious for every moment of his perverted experiment. He wants me to experience every heartbeat of helplessness, every second of pleasure-laced horror.

And it works.

My clit tingles as drool runs down my cheek and he fucks my face harder, his balls slapping against my lips. With every second, my resistance breaks further. Tiny cracks form in the walls I raised when I woke up in the operating theater.

My ass pulses around the plug, and the fullness sends thrills into my pussy. I clench my inner muscles, imagining Cain fucking my ass and my cunt, too.

I want it all to be over… and I want it to never end.

A part of me hopes he’ll finish into my throat and be done with me, but I should know that he wouldn’t go that easy on me. He pants as he slides out of my mouth, bracing himself on the operating table. His shaft shines with my spit and a sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead. When his cock jerks, I wonder if he’s about to come all over my face. He doesn’t.

“That was hole number one.” He takes a long breath and his lips twist upward. “Don’t look at me with such a ravenous expression in your eyes,” he scolds softly. “You’ll get plenty of opportunities to taste my seed, darlin’. Tonight, I want to be the first to shoot a load into your ass.”

He tilts my head so I can see him better and strides between my legs, his stiff cock bouncing. One hand guiding himself, he slides the broad head of his dick along my sex. He nudges my clit, and I’m seeing stars.

That single bump is nearly enough to make me climax, but he said he’ll kill me if I come… how am I supposed to hold back?

Am I going to die because I have an orgasm?

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