Page 66 of Slaughtered Firefly
Agonized screams vibrated my vocal cords as the a hot rod hissed against my wound. I lurched back as the smell of burned flesh reached my nostrils. Shaw’s dick slammed into me as I fought to keep still.It would be better if I just kept still.How very wrong I was, Shaw groaned in pleasure at my pain. Legs forced mine apart as he shoved forward. My pussy involuntarily tensed around him as he throbbed inside me. The action fueled him. My back sizzled as something cold was pressed againstit. I howled, my vision blinked, the smell suffocated me, and I hunched over.
“No, please don’t,” I pleaded. Unable to stay upright, my body crashed into the ledge as Shaw’s cock slammed into me. My head pounded against the wall; my body didn’t have the strength to keep it upright. Nausea rolled from my stomach to the back of my throat, and I gagged on acid. Everything burned; everything was on fire. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs clamored for more oxygen without prevailing. I cried loudly; his brutality was too much. I twisted my head towards the fireplace, and I saw the tool he’d just used in Cole’s hand. I never thought he would betray me like that. He didn’t look at me; he just stared on like a soldier charged with guarding the post. Only moving on command.Please — why is he doing this to me?I wept upon noticing the ice bucket on the table, with an expensive wine chilling within. It was just an after party to some unspecified deal. The ice should have been melting but it wasn’t melting as fast as it should.
“Oh you’re not getting off that easy, we still have four and a half letters to go,” he grunted as his dick slammed against me. I choked out a sob; my insides burned with every thrust. He’s pounds slowed when the friction ignited against him. I prayed it was over, but the blade drove between the soft tendrils of muscle this time. “Fuck,” I keened as he repeated the process. Instead of the knife being driven downward, it was carved upwards. The cut was just as agonizing as I screeched for it to stop. His blade afflicted my shoulder as he finished the first letter.
W.
Incoherent pleas left me, my voice raw from screaming. I couldn’t fight.Momma?I thought I saw her, a bitter smile on her face as she reached out to caress my hair.
My jagged skin charred against the iron, and the delusion faded. Horrified by my own skin, I hollered at the top of my lungs, “Please stop,” but the heat only pressed harder as it sealed the blood in place. The smell worsened as another ice cube melted against my body. Exhaustion swapped my senses, but shock kept me awake. Adrenaline coursed through me as Shaw admired his work. Repeated and forceful, his cock punished me. The resulting knot that formed on my pelvis was nothing compared to the scars. He continued those relentless thrusts of his dick. I understood it. The blood drops collected on his cock, just enough lubricant to make sure this was a pleasurable experience for him. My head sagged against the wall; my will to live past this moment left. I just wanted to die.Please just kill me.I couldn’t breathe between the agony of my back and my pussy’s need to force him out. I didn’t want the building tension as it curled around his movements. My muscles instinctively fluttered, and I wailed. Disturbed and disgusted at Shaw, I clawed against the wood, rope scratching against my wrists. I felt everything tighten, and I shook my head. “No, please no.”
“You are going to scream my name little whore,” Shaw hissed as he pulled my hair. My body contorted and Cole’s eyes flashed in mine — unemotional. Shaw’s cock angled to slam into that spongy spot. I quivered as the pleasure built. My heart raced as it beat against my chest.No, don’t do it. Don’t get off of this.I chanted in my mind, anything to distract myself from Shaw’s dick as it hammered into me.
Skin slapped against skin as the hysteria took over. “Plea-se,” I cried as I thrashed against the bench.End me, kill me.He crashed into me. I wished the knife was back at least the pain was better than an unwanted pleasure. A moan tumbled out, and I bit my lip so hard it bled. He heard it; it was so loud. They all heard the moan. It spurred him on, the pace picked up, and I shook.
“Take my dick and enjoy it like the whore you are,” he urged.God, why?I didn’t want to enjoy this, but my hips met his brutal pace.What the fuck was wrong with me?“A dirty little whore,” he criticized as I screamed.It’s not true.Shaw’s hand circled my clit. He pinched and pulled as he worked me over. My cries morphed into moans.
Jostled and unable to escape the impending pleasure, I couldn’t fight it. The chase was on. My body lit up like a firework; every sense drove me to that precipice. Volatile spasms rocked my body as they descended into my back. My body betrayed me, and I wanted it. Grief riddled me as I bawled. My pussy soaked him. I felt it. “No,” I croaked.Give up, you’re a whore.
He groaned as he jerked inside of me, his cock spurted. Blood poured from me, my pussy gushed around him, and I didn’t recognize my own voice. “That’s a good little whore,” Shaw praised as he pulled his dick out. I felt so much disgust with myself.Why did I have to like it? He was right. I am just a dirty whore.
No longer stuffed and held up by Shaw, I shattered against the bench. Hyper-aware, I knew the knife hadn’t moved since he forced the orgasm out of me. Aches settled into every part of my body as the high died. I tried so hard to keep my eyes open, but there was no fight left in me. Not even registering my surroundings, I whimpered when the knife was withdrawn. The flow of blood quickened in the absence of his shank. Vertigo acquainted itself with my head. I whirled at the injury. Everything felt heavy; my eyes were so unfocused.
Someone untied me.Is it over?My body was shoved as I was repositioned to face our watchers. Giddiness crossed the accountant’s face as I stared at him with dead eyes. A wine cup sparkled in his hand as flames turned in the fire. It was just earlier when I discovered the missing five thousand from Midas’ money. A dead man wasted his last breaths getting off on mymisery. Wetness crept under my palms, and I dragged my head to look. Blood mixed in the grains of the floorboards, another part of the mansion I’d almost die on. I choked on a laugh as I heaved the contents of my stomach. Were my eyes always this puffy and swollen?Focus. Please survive this.But I didn’t want to survive. I wanted to shut the world away, leave it behind and never come back. Thick legs stood in front of me, blocking the audience as his hands lifted my head upwards to meet him. I was pathetic; my eyes rolled as the dizziness took hold.Broken, I was broken.Cole’s purple and bruised face looked down at me before he mouthed, “I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t see through my watery eyes, but I felt the change. The gentle hold of my head was replaced by a rough yank. Cole shoved aside and just for a moment I caught Midas’ reclined posture. The gleeful smile on his face.Oh, Daddy, is this what you wanted? A whore?Shaw’s naked legs replaced Cole’s as he stood in front of me. “Now, little whore we have more work to do,” Shaw asserted. I blinked at him, unable to form words. Every beat of my heart was a resounding bang in my ear. My exhaustion took over.
“Ahhhh,” I reeled as the hot rod fizzled like a grill. My scream muffled as Shaw shoved his cock into my agape mouth. He gagged me as he pushed the round of the iron harder.
“If you bite me I will make you regret it,” Shaw threatened. He shifted us towards the side. I screeched around him. Everything hurt. I heard him suck in a breath as he pushed himself deeper. Shaw yanked my eyes to look at him as he gathered saliva in his mouth. He wanted me to watch him as I gagged on him. I didn’t understand until it hit my brain. The spit sizzled against the angry red welts. Repulsed by his actions, my teeth sank into him. He jerked out of me. My body crashed to the floor as drool leaked from my open mouth. The Obsidian bitch, April, stared at me with an evil smile.
Hatred gathered in me as I attempted to push myself up. I clattered against the floor, and she leaned forward. Antagonized by her, I gathered my hand into a fist and flipped her my middle finger, my lips curved into a smile.Fuck you, bitch.My head rolled to the side as I watched her move out of the seat. She pulled my head up and smacked me across the cheek before my head dropped down. I knew that wasn’t the smartest action, but if I could laugh, I would be snickering.
There was mumbled chatter before I was forced to lean over the bench, still facing the crowd. The faces blurred together as my head pounded. Laughter bubbled up; it sounded foreign and stressed. Someone tied my raw-skinned wrists up above my head, so I was forced to hang from them.
A glint of silver flashed before my eyes before the blade drove sideways beneath my flesh, curving upwards and then back down. “Fuck!” I screamed as the dull ache turned into a roaring pain. My fingertips numbed as I hung; excruciating pain washed over me in waves, and I felt bile rear its nasty head. I closed my eyes as tears prickled against them.
H.
It was worse than the single strokes of the previous letter. Calculated and precise, that’s what they whispered about Shaw. This was the complete opposite, designed to make the suffering memorable.
April slapped my cheek with a brass knuckle; my head reeled with the force. Like a broken bobblehead, I swung. Blood and bile tasted horrible; the acid burned the inside of my mouth as I hurled on the bitch’s shoes. Disgusted, she punched me straight in the nose. Cotton stuffed my ears as I tried to focus on her lips as they formed unheard words.
“Daddy,” I murmured, dazed, confused, and in pain. Crackles from the fire hissed in my ears as sound resumed. It was a beautiful sound, but it only furthered my unease.What are they waiting for? Just fucking get it over and done.A low groan to my left had me fighting for view.No, myeyes must have tricked me at the sight. Scott laid still on the floor, his face smashed, his eyeball so red as it rolled to meet my gaze.This wasn’t right.Cole’s face flashed in front of me with a sickened grin. He grabbed the back of my head, stormy eyes met mine.Why?I felt betrayed as he stared down at me, like everything we had been through meant nothing. Laughter etched on his lips. I looked anywhere but at him as I cried.
Cole forcefully kissed me. I couldn’t breathe.My best friend.Heartbroken, I kissed him. I poured my emotional turmoil into the stolen solace. Tears streamed down his face as he deepened the kiss. His tongue widened my mouth as his hand softened in my hair. It was everything I wanted, but it was a dream. Cole wasn’t kissing me. Scott wasn’t on the floor beside me. My eyes were the fool to my mind’s delirium. Shaw’s vicious smile replaced my delusions.
Cold water splashed against my backside, and I spasmed. The water coated me and I screamed. Salt filled the cavities not yet cauterized. That’s what held the wine bottle earlier; my mind didn’t understand as it fought to shut off thought pathways when the pain increased. Broken screeches left me as the agony continued. Chills formed on my skin as it fought to regulate itself. My eyes screwed up in an attempt to ward off the torment.Make it stop. “Make it stop. Please.” I forced the words out, not sure if they were even audible.
“You don’t get a choice, you’re a dirty little whore. I’ll use you as I please,” Shaw whispered in my ear as he pressed the hot rod into the remaining cross section of the letter. Gasps and pleasleft me as I tried to bargain with the devil. Anything to make this torture stop.
“Please Shaw,” I uttered, devastated that I had to beg for mercy.
“Show me how much you want this to stop. Open those pretty little lips for me,” Shaw stood in front of me, his dick hardened as he waited.
Shaken and overwhelmed, I opened, his cock slid between my lips. Scrunched up in concentration, I choked back a sob as he eased more of himself into me. Blood mingled with his fluids, coating my tastebuds, and it took every ounce of focus not to throw up. His saltiness contrasted with the iron of my blood. I gagged, and he shoved deeper. Drool spilled on the floor as he thrust deeper; tears streamed down my face as he abused my mouth. Grunts and groans morphed into praises as his speed increased.
“See I knew a whore was better with their mouth stuffed,” Shaw moaned. A part of me died with the praise. So thankful that the torture had stopped, I formed my lips around him. He seemed to enjoy that; the vocal admiration had gotten louder when my tongue flicked around his length.
