Page 138 of Degradation
She winces, trying to pull her face out of my grasp but I just tighten my grip enough that she whimpers.
“Who gave you those eyes?” I repeat.
“He did.” She spits back. “He said he wanted to pretend I could still see, that I could watch what he was doing to me.”
Fucking bastard. I should have killed Guthrie when I had the chance. I mean, I did technically anyway, but the man died far too quickly, far too pain-free for my liking. One little flashbang and the fucker keeled over. That wasn’t the way he deserved to die. I had a far better plan in mind, one that involved a hot poker right up his arsehole, while I turned him on spit.
“What are you going to do with me now?” She asks. She doesn’t sound afraid, if anything it feels like she’s challenging me.
“You’re mine.” I state.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Paitlyn,”
“No.” She suddenly screams. “I’m not, I’m not…”
I shove my hand over her mouth, pushing her back into the dull beige tiles. “I told you I would take you.” I growl into her ear. “I told you how this would be. Maybe the timing is a little off but God has seen fit to give us this anyway.”
She struggles harder, starts fighting me with her fists and I turn her around, pressing her soapy body against the wall.
Perhaps I should wait. Perhaps I should let her cool off, get her bearings.
Only, I can’t. I’ve waited for five fucking years.
I kick her feet enough to widen her thighs. Oh, I know my little malkta knows what’s coming with that action. But instead of crying out, instead of pleading, she swears at me, rages, like she’s finally found some proper fire.
I shove myself up, bury cock so hard into her cunt my eyes roll back in my head and I swear I might just pass out from the feel of it. She’s warm, wet, so fucking delicious.
I slide out, then slam back in. “My cunt now.” I groan. “Every part of you is mine.”
She shakes her head, she digs her nails into the tiles as I start fucking her mercilessly but I’m not going to let her pretend that she’s not enjoying this, that she didn’t imagine that all the times Gunther was fucking her, that it was me.
“Christ, you feel so good.”
I feel like an addict that’s finally fallen off the wagon, that’s finally gotten the hit they’ve been craving. I don’t care if I die here, I don’t care if this moment here is my last.
I reach around, determined to prove to her that she wants this as much as me. Little whore came for me enough times, you’d think she remember how well I can manipulate her body.
Only, as my fingers slide between her thighs, as they touch that sweet spot above where my cock is almost splitting her in half, I realise that something is missing, that she feels different, that…
“What the fuck?” I snarl. What the fuck is this? What the fuck is wrong with her?
I slide myself out, turning her around. Her cheeks are flamed, her head is turned and I know that look of shame only so well.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I ask.
She doesn’t speak, doesn’t do anything but draw in one furious long breath.
I drop to my knees, using my hands to force her limbs apart, and I stare at her pussy, at where her clit should be. All that’s there now is a livid scar. Even her labia looks different, as if they cut that back, as if they mutilated all of her leaving just a hole to fuck and nothing else.
“He did this?” I don’t need her to answer that. I don’t need her to confirm it. Of course he did it.
She sinks down, falling into the gap between my knees and the wall. “I…” She covers her face, even as the water continues to pour over us. “He did it to punish me, he did it because I’m a whore. He said that now that he had me, he only needed my cunt and my mouth and that I didn’t deserve to feel pleasure.”
I stare at her, taking those words in. Guthrie did that? He cut her clit out?
“I’ll get it fixed.” I state, not that I know if that’s even possible.
