Page 153 of Madness Behind the Mask
31OCTOBER1987
“That’s not true! Ca–” I scream as he slams into me with enough force to arch me off the bed and disturb my fresh piercing. Pain makes me feel nauseous and sick, and the sweat clinging to me feels like poison seeping out of my pores. Everything in this moment is wrong. I thought he loved me.
I thought, despite everything, he still loved me.
That he wouldn’t hurt me.
But all he wants is to express his pain, his frustration only building since that last time in the shower.
“Sir,” he hisses, and I whimper, crying more for the loss of my husband than the agony of my body.
I have been through the worst life has to offer. I have suffered the deaths of fourteen children. I have been used and betrayed by those I thought loved me. And I amsickof being beaten with clubs upon my back.
“Fuck you!” I scream, no longer caring that he’s in pain. It doesn’t give him the right to hurt me. “I said I’m sorry. I told you I didn’t know it was him!”
“You’re a liar! Admit it! Admit that you’re just a whore whodoesn’t care whose dick is inside her.”
“That’s not true!” My words fade on a groan as he rams his cock inside me, thrusting hard and fast until the agony of his piercing and the girth of his cock dragging against my sides makes me lose focus of all else.
“You thought you were so tough forcing us to sign that damn treaty, making us all look likefools.But you’re notso tough now, are you? Not so tough when youhavemy cock inside you and you’re squeezing it like a dirty little whore.”
He pulls out and shoves back in, making me bite my cheek so I don’t scream. My eyes water from the pain of the forced piercing shooting up my spine. It’s sharp and wicked, intensifying all the more when hereaches down andflicks it with his thumb, a harshdingsounding as he smacks it with his nail.
I cry out, and my eyes close involuntarily as the agony makes my legs jerk, my body spasm. I clench around him, feeling the large girth of his cock as it pulses inside me, the tightening and relaxing of his pelvicmuscles making itmove.I start to panic at the feeling of being helpless, reminded of all the times where I was too weak, just a toy for the world to play with.I open my eyes to glare athim, to feel some minute bit of controldespite my willingness earlier to give it up.He isn’t my husband in this moment. And I’m not his wife. He’s just a cruel stranger hiding like a coward behind a mask.
“Not so fucking tough when you’re clenched around my cock, are you, Sau? Not such a bitch when youhaveyour legs spread wide for me.” He removes his hand from my clit to raise his arm, his palm flat. I tense, expecting the slap to my face, but it lands hard across my breast, swinging it intothe other. “Not so powerful when your body is under mine, now is it?” He slaps me again, leaving red marks that’ll form into bruises – if he lets me live that long.
I jerk against my binds, glaring at him beneathmymaskas my need to escape, to save myself sets in fully.ButI can’t hit him with my magic due to my mangled hands, can’t speakitgiven how quick he is to choke me. I am defenseless, trapped, and entirely at his dark, twisted mercy.
He thrusts into me, his eyes on mine,peering through the holes ofhis mask. I clench my ass as he pumps inside my wet pussy so my hips don’t lift in rhythm to his. I’m not going to give him anything. Not going to breaklike he wants me to.
But my body is getting hot as the slaps of his hips mix with the harsh grunts of his breaths. He squeezes both my breasts hard as he slams into me, digging the rough pads of his fingers into my ample flesh. Then he leans down to them, and the anticipation of hismetal spikes against my skinmakes me shiver.
I bite my cheek, begging my body not to betray mefor once, but hemust catch sight ofmyslight tremblesfor hestarts to laugh.
“You dirty little whore.”Hisbreath feathersacross my nipple. “You’re so fucking disgusting getting turned on right now.”
“Fuck you. It’s just anatomy,” I grit out. A lot of assault survivors can’t control it, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Like when the doctor hits your knee, making it kick involuntarily.Caden taught me that, and I hold onto that now.
I clench my teeth as he chuckles, his cock still sliding in and out of me at a rhythm that’s going to break me.
“Maybe,” he says, thentrails his fingers alongthe underside of my breast, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Maybe you don’t want my cock inside you.” He pullsit out slowly. “Maybe your pussy is just sloppy and wet because ofanatomy.” He thrusts in hard. “Maybe your body isn’t really trembling on the verge of coming around my cock.” He pulls out, and my heart beats rapidly at the coming thrust. My lips part ever so slightly as I hold his gaze.
But he doesn’t move, just lies there with the tip of his cock inside me.
Damn you.
“But maybe,” he sneers. “Maybe you’re going to squirt around me because you’re a dirty little whore who needs a real man to fuck you into oblivion.”
He shoves in just as hepinchesmy nipplehard. I cry out, jerking beneath him, my hips lifting as I’m assaulted by pain. Hepullshard enough I’m sure he’s about to rip it off. His other hand flicks my glan piercing, and the two waves of agony crash in the middle of my stomach before rippling out through my entire body.
And on the heels of all that pain is the first orgasmof the night begging me to let it out. I squeeze my eyes shut as I tremble beneath him, trying so hard to fight it back, but he is ruthless, moving hisfingersto my other nipple and hitting my piercing again with the hard flick of his thumb.
“You’re ready to come on my cock, aren’t you? You’re ready to know what it feels like to finally be satisfied. You should’ve married someone stronger, someone who isn’t so pathetic.You hate your husband, don’t you?”
“No!” I scream.
He leans up anddigs the spikes of his mask intomy neck.The cold metal causes shivers to run across my skinas he thrusts into me.
