Page 32 of Devil's Bargain

A tear trails down my cheek. Ahead of us, the dark night stretches out. “Please, Mr. Scott.”

No reply.

More tears fall. I sit frozen with my damp and torn knickers halfway down my thighs, and strands of hair are stuck to the cum and saliva on my chin.

The tires screech as he pulls over again and exits the car. I watch him in the beam of the headlights as he rounds the car and opens my door.

“No!” I cry when he snatches my arm and pulls me out on the damp grass by the roadside.

He frees my wrists and flips me back over on my back. Then he’s on top of me, knees by my head, belt in his hand. Above us, millions of stars light up the night sky.

He loops the belt around my neck and pulls it tight until I can only manage small sips of air. I’m scared as hell but horny as fuck. I think I even plead with him to fuck me as he sinks a finger inside my pussy and starts pumping. His other hand pulls on the belt.

I try to pry it away from my neck even as my hips rise off the ground to meet his brutal touch.

He inserts another finger.

I moan as the heels of my shoes slide on the damp grass. I can’t see his face, only the outline of his tousled blonde hair and the gleam of his teeth as he grins tauntingly.

“Please,” I plead, teetering on the edge again.

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me!”

He pulls on the belt again, and this time, he cuts off my airways. “No!”

My pussy clenches around his thick fingers. The stars above begin to fade away, and darkness seeps in at the edges. I renew my efforts to loosen the belt around my neck. My nails slice my skin as I grapple with it in desperation.

He’s going to kill me. This is how I die, strangled to death by my math teacher at the roadside while his fingers pump me into blissful oblivion.

The fear heightens my senses, making my pussy pulsate with need and my back arch off the damp grass as my nipples seek the heat of his mouth.

“Please,” I choke out. I’m sick. This is not normal. I shouldn’t like this.

He finally loosens the belt enough to allow me to drag in a breath. “Want more?”

I nod eagerly. Fuck, Ineedmore!

He pulls the belt even tighter and chuckles as I fall apart with a wordless scream. The climax goes on and on. I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but I have discovered a whole new universe of sick, depraved pleasure. What he makes me feel with that belt….

He climbs off me and brushes off his knees. “Get dressed and get in the car!”

Then he’s gone.

I stare up at the billions of twinkling stars and galaxies above. It’s breathtaking out here in the countryside, away from the smog of the town.

The insides of my thighs are sticky with the heat of my cum as I push up to sit. I right my clothes, and my gaze catches on the bills of cash that lie scattered on the grass after he pulled me out of the car.

The interior of his vehicle looms ahead like a dark cave with a sleeping beast inside. I pick up as many notes as I can find before getting in the car.

He doesn’t look at me as he puts it in drive and pulls away.

I clutch the notes in my hands as seconds turn into minutes. My throat burns, my shoulders ache and my ruined panties lie discarded by the roadside somewhere, and in my hands is the devil’s money. I glance at him, but I can only see the outline of his profile. Not another word is spoken. It’s as if I don’t exist.

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“What is this?” I whisper shakily, staring at the failed math test in my hands. I passed this one. I know I did!

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