Page 59 of Safer Together
“You’re damn right it does” a pressure begins to build within me once more. He starts moving at an even faster pace, I feel him tighten inside me, glad that it is almost over, when he pulls out, I look at him, that smirk plastered again over his face.
“Oh no Angie, I’m not done yet, he walks over to the chest of draws and grabs his bat, before walking back over to the bed. He positions himself once again at my entrance, his fingers entering my warmth this time, before coming out coating the end of his bat. In that moment, absolute horror, rolls through my body.
“Dylan, please, no. Fuck me as hard as you want, bite me even, but please, don’t do that.” He smiles at me as he moves the bat to my entrance.
“Your body is mine to do with as I please, Angela. Now be a good girl and relax. It will be easier that way.” I try to sit up, his free hand reaching out to grab my throat, “lie back and take it, Angela.” His hand tightens around my throat and I struggle for air, as the stars start to appear, he lets go and he plunges his bat into me at the same time. I scream, a loud blood-curdling sound at the penetration. Tears start rolling from my eyes. He pushes it deeper and deeper into me, before pulling it back out and replacing it with his cock, which now feels like nothing after the size of the bat. He continues pistoning into me, never stopping. His hand comes back up to my throat, and he leans down to my ear. “Say it,” he sneers in my ear.
“Dylan,” I whisper, as he finishes inside of me once more.
As he pulls out of me, I briefly think I am about to get a reprieve, but no such luck. The bat is inserted into me once more, but he doesn’t move it. I look down to see my assaulted pussy. “That’s where that bat is going to live until I’m ready for another fuck.” He leans over and forces his lips on my own, in a crude, cruel kiss.
I shake my head from side to side. “Please, Dylan, no,” I cry out, and then I say the only thing I can think of to try and make him see reason, “I’d rather have your cock, please Dylan, give my cunt, I mean your cunt a moment to get ready for you again”, he lifts his eyebrows at me
“Well, you’re right in saying that’s my cunt.” He reaches down to the baseball bat, and I breathe a premature sigh of relief, hoping he was removing it. Instead he gives it a turn, and pushes it in further.
“Ahhhhhhhh,” I scream.
“Oh, the sounds you make, Angela.”
He pulls my legs down the bed until the bat is firm against the footboard and then pulls me further. The invasion of the bat is now at an excruciating level. “Ah, the sight of you now,” he sneers. I feel something cool on my left ankle, followed by a click, and then my right ankle receives the same treatment. He then secures a thick rope over my abdomen and ties it on the base of the bed on either side. I won’t be going anywhere until he lets me.
I open my eyes to see that Dylan is no longer in the room, but what I do see horrifies me. I am cuffed to the bed, with no way of moving, the bat permanently in place until he chooses to remove it.
And that’s when I let it all out. I cry and cry some more until I don’t have any tears left to cry.
