Symphony of Decay (TheSluttyBanshee x Deranged)

[TheSluttyBanshee]

The street was dark and cold, the only light provided is from the streetlamps that towered over her and the occasional headlights of a passing car. This was the only time when the streets were voided of life. The sound of music blasting out of windows, the usual yelling, slamming, objects being thrown, and dogs barking non-stop were replaced with nothing but the sound of her heels as they clacked against the concrete sidewalk. It was too early for people to be up but too late for her to have to worry about any trouble...usually. Her usual routine of walking home every day from work was becoming a concern for her well-meaning co-workers. They've been telling her for weeks now that she should really stop staying at work so late so someone could drive her home, or at least let them pay for an Uber for her or something, but she refused them every time. They had the room to say things like that, she didn't. They weren't the ones struggling to meet ends meet as desperately as she was. She had to work as late as possible just so she could pay her bills and maybe have some food on her table. It wasn't like this was anything new for her. Olivia didn't care about the rumors of a supposed serial killer hunting women in the dead of night, she didn't have the time or money to care. Nor, did she ever think she'd be one of his many victims.

She's seen him on the news, at least, they suspect it was a "him" since the police really have no clue what they're dealing with. She's seen the reports of women going missing and turning up days, sometimes weeks later, dead and in horrific conditions. Some of their bodies were so destroyed that they still couldn't identify who they use to be to this day. Some were still missing bits and pieces that were probably sitting at the bottom of lakes or rivers in weighted-down trashbags. But hey, at least all of the news wasn't so bad. There was a company well underway for finding a cure for cancer or something like that, so hooray for some good news for once. She might be hunted down, tortured, and dismembered, but at least she won't die from cancer! Maybe...assuming the cure wasn't well above what she could pay...which it probably will be.

Honestly, after listening to those reports, she understood why the women at her job were so scared, but Olivia knew there were thousands of women in the city. The chances of his next victim being one of them were pretty low. That didn't seem to stop them from worrying about her, but her pride refused to let them buy her rides since she was so determined to keep her chaotic work schedule. She didn't care if a killer was on the loose, she wasn't going to stoop that low. If anything, seeing the way they looked at her with so much pity made her blood boil and it made part of her resent them even more. Olivia was gonna get herself out of this shitty situation one day, and maybe they'll finally stop looking at her with those damn eyes.

Thankfully, the walk from work to home wasn't so bad. She could walk there and back in heels with only minimal pain in her feet. She'd kill for a car of her own, but cars were expensive, even the old and cheap ones with how many repairs she'd likely have to make just to keep them running. Even if she somehow figured out how to make the repairs herself, the parts weren't cheap. Damn car companies and mechanics knew you'd have no choice but to go with their inflated prices, even in a city like this when transportation wasn't so bad. Buses just creeped her out. The constant coughing and sneezing made her skin crawl, and she figured she'd be more in danger if she took a bus. People had the chance to see and evaluate her during the ride, judging her every move and every aspect of her to see if she was someone worth attacking or robbing. She wasn't, but she didn't want to give a creep the chance to think otherwise. She was better off just walking.

Olivia made it up the steps to her apartment complex and made her way inside. The apartment complex was far from glamourous, likely not even worthy of a two-star rating, but it was what she could afford. The dead lobby alone gave her the creeps as the dim lights flickered as she quickly made her up to and up the stairs. Exhaustion was starting to hit her as she made it down the long line of rooms down the hallway. The wallpaper itself looked like it hadn't been updated or changed since the day this building was first built. The white within its pattern looked more yellow now, but at least the rooms themselves weren't so bad. She pulled out her keys and opened the door to her apartment and quickly stepped inside. She shut the door and instantly locked it. A lock as flimsy as the one she had wasn't going to fare well if a crazed woman killer decided to bang on her door, but knowing it was locked gave her some peace of mind despite that. It was the illusion of safety that helped her sleep at night.

She sighed and dropped her purse by the front door and kicked her heels off before walking deeper into her old apartment. Her furniture was donated to her by the people at work who didn't need them anymore or were getting something nicer instead. It was better than nothing, but Olivia hoped she'd get her own furniture someday. It wasn't like she had a bad job. In fact, it paid rather well, but...Olivia had a lot of past mistakes to make up for. Loans to pay, debts that needed to get paid off before they come to take one of her fingers...those things on top of bills and rent made prospering difficult but compared to who she used to be, it was progress. Maybe one day she could even have something other than cheap takeout as a luxury meal. Maybe she'll get lucky and meet a rich, nice man who'd instantly fall for her and fix all her problems like something straight out of a rom-com. Oh, her life was a comedy alright, but Olivia was the only one who wasn't laughing.

Deciding to skip dinner again, she went straight to her bathroom instead. Her hands held onto the sink as she sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. Olivia was far from unattractive by most standards, but that tired look in her eyes was undeniable. She was a woman with many problems that weren't going away quickly. She used to look a hell of a lot worse too, so in a way, that tired look in her eye being her least attractive trait was a pretty damn big win for her. She started to strip out of her work clothes, groaning as her body ached from sitting at a desk for far too long. She pulled off her jacket first to reveal a plain white shirt underneath. The fabric was just thin enough to faintly show the color of her bra underneath, something she was sure her boss didn't mind seeing, but Olivia didn't have the money for nice shirts to better hide what bra she picked that day, so she just covered herself with a jacket most of the time. That and...one other reason.

The needle-point scars in her arms were finally starting to fade. Now that she hadn't used for about a year, what remained of her past was finally starting to disappear. Another big win for a woman with so little in her life. It gave Olivia a nice feeling that she was strong enough to kick that habit that was gonna kill her someday, but there was always the underlying fear that she was gonna relapse someday. She liked to think that all previous users had that fear, it made her feel less alone.

She pulled her shirt up and off of her, letting it fall on the floor as she turned her attention to getting her bra off next. Her pale skin and womanly curves got her a lot of unwanted attention in the past, but it was her well-developed chest that caused her the most problems. She's had people tell her she could probably make a killing as a stripper, and Olivia will admit that she's thought about doing it in it the past, but her fear of relapsing kept her off the pole and stuck to her desk instead. She let out a relieved groan as her breasts were freed, feeling that ache of a long day trapped behind a restrictive bra that only a fellow woman could understand. She dropped her skirt next, letting it fall down her shapely legs and expose her shapely rear barely hidden by a pair of panties. That's when she decided to turn her attention to her old shower and start the water in hopes that her water heater didn't die on her again and that the water wasn't gonna come out brown or black like the last time. The pipes rattled as water traveled up through them, but luckily for her, the water came out clear. Now, all she had to do was hope and pray it'll warm up soon as she tried to ignore this growing feeling that something was watching her...

 

[Deranged]

Pain and pleasure can be the same thing... If you want...​

The game was heating up, and so was the atmosphere of the room that was undoubtedly getting the apple-centric overtones of it, tainted with whiffs of lustful musk. Andy was relishing every second of the proceedings; again, he was not the type of man that got his sexual gratification only when the sensitive skin on his turgid cock was stimulated. Andy was a man with a plethora of tastes and methods of extracting, and well as instilling sexual pleasure. He was proving his credentials tonight, with the unconventional, high-stakes, but undoubtedly erotic game that he found himself playing with his prey at the moment.

Olivia...

Such a beautiful name. Yet, she was right to assume that he would have more colorful ones in store for her. Cupcake was one of the ones that he planned to keep. Whatever he chose to call her though, even in spite of the fire of hatred and irritation that leaked into her eyes, it would be a blatant lie on her end, and an oblivious oversight on his, for either of them to deny the overpowering vapor of pleasure that was bubbling and oozing from the large pool of her innate sluttiness, to wrap her in a haze. The way she gasped and moaned whenever he caught her off guard... The delicious manner with which she had rolled back her bountiful ass-cheeks against his throbbing cock, when he pressed it into the hot and inviting cleft between them. It was too obvious; and that was without him taking stock of the slick gel that her dribbling cunt had helped onto the one hand of his that was holding the buzzing toy. What more? Even the barrel of the gun that was playing the role of catalyst and inhibitor simultaneously, in their twisted little game, wasn't spared a slather or four of her fizzy juices. It was good to know that her body was more than warmed-up for him, and ready for another delicious night of sin and denial; of hatred and lust, and malice that would be coated in the most whorish moans, and in the most passionate of clinging grasps and clawing scrapes.

He was ready too...

The way the hot pillows of bountiful flesh clamped against his cock through his crotch was a thing of beauty. The feeling was oddly enhanced, instead of inhibited, by the scratch of the fabric of his crotch against his now intensely sensitive cock. Every clamp and roll, every twitch and press, and daunting glide; they all sent electric pulses rushing up his spine to ignite several fuses in his brain, and the fuses in turn, were only too happy to release a flood of rewarding chemicals, that heightened the already irresistibly erotic scent that hung in the rapidly thickening air of the room.

"Beautiful name, for a beautiful, hopelessly trapped slut..."

It appeared that a sequence of sensual, deep whispers from Andy were in order, as snippets of the hot moans that she couldn't hold back when his teeth had clamped down hard on her skin only seconds ago, played back in his head. He had no doubt that he would leave a proper hickey there, one that would stay there for quite a while. Drawing yet another depraved sniff of her scent, he inched his lips closer to the same spot that he had sucked and bitten, then let them hover on it for a few testy seconds. He let silence and relative inactivity leak into those seconds too; opting to enjoy the sensations of her rippling thigh and hip muscles, as they forced her ass to spasm and clench unwittingly against his cock in response to the assault of the vibrator that was now lodged in the slick groove of her walls - coaxing out more lustful wetness in the process. He also took the time to enjoy the feel of her plush frame pressed hard against his own, and how she struggled against her instincts and urges to really rub that alluring frame all over his own; in hopes of lightning the animal male passion that would give her the intense dicking down she so bitterly craved. Yet, he loved it like this; the stillness, the quiet, that was interspersed with her vocalizations too - words and whimpers alike.

When he decided to end his vow of stillness, it was with a tender stream of air from his almost closed lips. The stream was so tender, that it was akin to what one would give an infant to tickle them indirectly, and it was aimed directly at the point that his lips and teeth had so recently assaulted. The first stream lasted about twenty seconds, and it was follow by two consecutively shorter streams that were no less cool, and no less tender.

"Mhhmm... You poor little thing... So worked up and desperate for release, aren't you?..."

He decided to touch that spot again, but he did it with the tip of his outstretched tongue this time. With the same artful and deceptive gentleness, he let the sensitive tip of the pink organ roam over the teeth-sized depressions that were branded into the hot skin. He could taste her sweat, and in it, he could taste the undiluted, heady mixture of desire and dread. It was such an addictive thing; urging him to softly lap at the mild film of liquid that was oozing out of the pores of the bitten spot for a bit longer, until there was nothing left to gather and savor.

"Doesn't matter that there's the cold barrel of a gun dangling so close to your favorite body part, does it?..."

Andy was ready to turn up the heat. He had little experience with vibrators, but he had a healthy sense of invention and imagination that didn't fail him in the heat of the moment. Using the ring finger of his more unoccupied hand, he pushed the toy a few more inches inside the welcoming spasms of her slippery walls - that made his job very easy, then, he opted to leave the roughly half length of his finger that glided into her sweet trap in the process, hanging there. There was a little strap like attachment on the back of the toy, which he pinched against his thumb and forefinger, that were still nestled calmly on the twitching and slathered entrance of her sex. The function of the little strap was obvious, even to Andy, and he was poised to put the strap to use whenever he saw fit, with the toy now buzzing close to the extreme depths of her spasming cunt.

"All you want to do..."

He sniffed up a trail to her already wet right ear again, where he could smell the mixture of his own saliva, and a teeny hint of her sweat. However, he didn't attack the probably tingling and overstimulated lobe with his lips, tongue and teeth this time. He still brought his lips to a hair's breadth away from her earlobe, but he opted to grace it with the same tender, chilling streams of air, from partly closed lips.

"All you really want to do right now... Is to throw caution to the wind, and show me how really fuckable your flesh is... Isn't it?"

His eyes managed to catch the glass in her hand from an angle. He chuckled with an evil lustre, when he saw the constant ripples that were dancing on the surface of the wine in it. It was evidence that in spite of the admirable fire and venom in his prey - this beautiful Olivia person - she was still feeling the effects of his varied methods of psychological, and physical stimulation. He wondered what would pop into his head for the bonus round, should she lose his drink. However, his mind managed to come up with a clear goal for her to meet if she wanted to win their crazy little game, and a reward for winning, too.

"Tell you what, Olivia - think I'll call you Liv. How about you cum for me like the grateful, excited slut that you are, WITHOUT managing to mutilate your own dear clitoris with a gunshot... Remember, when I say cum, I really mean cum."

Wiggling the ring finger that had been hanging limply in support of the toy that was now lodged deep into her canal all of a sudden, came next after those words. It came so suddenly, seemingly from nowhere too: and in continued, howbeit, in a noticeably less intense rhythm than the merciless thrashings of the first second of it's movements - that made him groan sadistically into her wet ear, and twitch his straining cock against the cleft between her ass, when he pressed it in the hardest, since he began hotdogging her.

"If I can't feel it. If I don't feel you seizing and shaking on cloud nine for real. It wouldn't count. Of course, you could always try to be the sharp bitch and fake it like you guys love to do, but it's only gonna earn you more time with the buzzer, and maybe a notch down on the speed setting too. If you didn't take the hint, I can tell.I love it when you bitches fake it, almost as much as I love the real thing... Makes me enjoy punishing you for your lies a lot more..."

A sadistic grin coated his face during his short pause. He couldn't help the shaky breath that he shot against her ear; a testament to his own stimulation. The contours of her ass were becoming familiar to the ridges of his constrained cock now, and it was in a good way. He reduced the pace of his wiggling finger by one more notch, then relinquished the press of his arms against her a little bit too. He wanted to allow her a bit more room to squirm. Why? Perhaps, to facilitate things if she ended up getting carried away. He planned to continually loosen his grip on her, and to allow her more space with time, and her increasing agitation. That way, it wouldn't be too hard for her to desperately hump and bump herself into him; in order to chase the toe-curling (and perhaps, finger-curling as well) orgasm, that would set her free, and earn her the reward he was about to stake.

"Do it right however... And we can finally get this desperate ass plugged. I'm sure you can picture it, right? The vibe, slick with your cum, sliding and vibing up your tight asshole with an increased speed..."

"Don't worry, I didn't forget your favorite. It's my favorite too, if you can't tell already. For that weeping pussy of yours, you can look up to having two, instead of one of my fingers playing in there, while the vibe jigs in your asshole."

He let off a sigh, as he made the finger in her cunt stop wiggling completely. The teaser was over, if she wanted the full package, she'd have to earn it. He let off a small snicker against the back of her ear, smelling his own saliva melting against the skin there. He decided that she had at least, earned a little more love and attention from his cock, and so, in bid to warm up her ass potentially for the vibe that would go inside it if she won, he sensually rubbed his cock from left to right, against the inside of her ass-cheeks, and even slightly down to tease the back and inside of her thighs too. The moment he finished his teasing motions, he let his clothed cock glide up to the hot cleft again, and went on to continue teasing the mentioned areas with it, in a variety of patterns and speeds.

"Mhm... That sounds hot doesn't it? If your eyes sell your sexual high well enough to excite me while I'm pressing you on that table, and frigging your cunt, who knows? You just might get a little cameo from my little guy to finish your victory dance."

"Y'know? Hot, hard, unpredictable cock gliding into your wet, spasming, and overstimulated snatch... Especially when you're on the verge of another orgasm.. Fuck... Sounds like a fitting reward for all these dangerous, sexy troubles, doesn't it? I'm literally swelling harder as I'm thinking about it."

Oftentimes, women were thought to be the ones with the filthy, teasing, and artistic tongues. It was not that Andy would argue with the stereotype; afterall, he had come across a few partners who weren't shy about telling him what they were feeling, and his favorite, what they wanted to make him feel, and feel in return. However, Andy himself, owing to his fixation with mentally, as well as physically fucking women up, had a knack for employing his words in his sinful ministrations.

"So hurry up, Cupcake. And don't forget to take it slow too... Cum for me like a gushing slut, so we can reward that tingling clit, and your tight cunt. Your ass too. There's a lot to look forward to, if you can manage not to bottle it..."

With one final, ominous chuckle, he eased the hold of his arms against her completely. His chest was still pressing against her back slightly, but the pressure and restrictions of squashing her body against his, were no longer there. The extra space also gave him better angles to glide his straining cock against her ass and thighs. He wanted to afford her freedom of action. Infact, she could now literally walk away if she pleased; at the inevitable risk of shooting her clit nonetheless, as his arm still grasped hers, but such was the freedom she now had, to do as she pleased.

The game was fully set now. Only time would tell, in which direction it would head...

 

[TheSluttyBanshee]

She wanted to be a stronger woman than this. She didn’t want to be the woman that he could get wet no matter what he ended up doing to her. Yet, there was a gun in her panties with a wet barrel pointed at her swelling clit. Each second he pressed the open end of the gun against her clit, the higher the risk was that her wet cunt would end up getting her shot in the worst possible place. Her hips wanted to press back into him as her body instantly recognized the cock that made her cum harder than any man ever could and desperately wanted him inside her again. However, if her hips got too needy, the barrel would slip and Agony might just decide to let his finger pull the trigger and make her suffer unimaginable pain until there was no blood left to keep her heart pumping or her brain alive.

Her body was trapped between the need to ease the painful lust burning inside her and the need to survive another night with a monster that got off on the pain and suffering of others. Claws of fear and dread raked down inside her and cut into every organ. All except the ones that demanded to used and filled by the monster she failed to kill.

Her spine tingled as she heard his voice against her ear using words that struck harder because of how much she loved hearing them. She should be screaming, cursing, and even spitting at him for this, but all she wanted was to hear more.

Even if she somehow wasn’t the kind of slut who got turned on when her life was threatened, she was helpless to stop how wet she was when a bullet buzzed against her walls. Her panties couldn’t hold all the slick her pussy built up between the gun, the bullet, and the monster pressing every button that drove any woman wild. Her red panties were as dark of a red as one could get, nearly turning black from how wet and heavy the fabric was. She could feel his breath against the wet skin that he relentlessly sucked on till it was an angry red. It burned and hurt so sweetly as heat travelled from the spot through her veins and into her nipples to make them ache. The fabric of her bra wasn’t enough to satisfy them. She needed hands groping and playing with them. She even silently begged that he’d release her breasts from their confinement so maybe some of this pain could be eased by eager hands, but she wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of hearing her beg for more with her own lips for as long as she could help it. She knew she’d cave eventually. Her lips wouldn’t stay strong forever and she’d be begging for him when lustful insanity took its toll on her. Her body already gave away so much with how it twitched and shook trying to contain her desire to let her inner whore tease and entice the man behind her. Her voice already struggled to keep quiet as the bullet pulsing inside her forced her walls to clamp down on it harder in a desperate attempt to feel satisfaction. The claws tearing up her organs reached up into her throat to ensure that the walls of her throat would burn so painfully that it slowly eroded away her will to hold back just how much her body loved his torment.

Olivia’s eyes shut tight as she bit her lip when Agony made her feel his predatory breath against the tender red skin. Her nerves were forced to relive a sensation of stinging, burning pain his lips had caused. It nearly gave the illusion he was sucking on her neck again like a vampiric beast needing the brand her as his property. The longer he let his breath gently stream against it, the harder it was for her to hold back the building sound in her throat. Eventually, the pressure in her throat was too much and she had to let out a breathy mewl that made her body shiver and the wine glass in her hand shake slightly harder.

“Fa-fuck…” She swore breathlessly in response to him pointing out her desperation. The condescending tone made his words sound so much sweeter to hear ear as she craved more of his dirty words. Her throat squeezed so tight her voice could barely escape. The pain in her voice made it heavy and squeak as the last syllable somehow escape.

Olivia’s eyes widened in horror as she could feel a thick, slimy tongue against her skin. The sensitive skin he caused burned at the touch of his tongue, but quickly calmed as his saliva seemed to soothe it. Her skin crawled as it felt like a beast was tasting her to see if she was tasty enough to devour and yet, her skin silently cried for his tongue to explore her and almost welcomed him to taste every inch of her.

She sucked in air between her teeth as he taunted her about the gun in her panties making no difference to how horny she was. She wanted to slap him or shout at him, but she was terrified of what might come out instead. As angry as she was and despite her hatred for him, there was no denying he sparked excitement and lust in her no man ever quite got out of her before.

Olivia felt his finger move and instantly tensed as her body tricked her into believing he was going to squeeze the trigger and let a real bullet sink into her tender flesh. A timid squeak came out of her as she expected sheering pain to shoot through her pelvis, but a split second later she realized his finger didn’t have the trigger as his intended destination. However, she couldn’t relax either when she quickly figured out where he was going instead.

“Haa-aahhh!” She moaned louder than she intended to as his ring finger slowly forced the bullet deeper inside her. She could feel it getting lost inside of her with the strap between his fingers being her only hope to get it out of her. The deeper it sunk into her, the more she shook as it pulsed so deeply inside her. Her thighs shook harder as they clamped together tighter than she meant to allow them. Her thick thighs trapped his fingers between them as her body demanded more from him despite her breathless panting moans betraying how great it felt to have something so aggressive deep inside of her. Her tender walls sucked on the bullet so tightly that she was terrified she’d suck it against her cervix. Her hips wanted to squirm harder than ever, but she had to fight it. She couldn’t risk the gun going off just because she was too horny to stop her hips from trying to fuck herself on his confined cock. Olivia was getting more desperate as her need to cum became more and more demanding. She wanted to cum so badly, but didn’t have enough to actually take her over that edge. She was stuck just behind what she needed to release herself on him and it was driving her insane how helpless she was to do anything about it. She didn’t have the luxury of using her body as a weapon to get what she wanted. No, she had to sit there and suffer and let Agony feel just how badly she wanted him without being able to move a muscle.

Her throat was losing the capability of keeping her moans and mewls held back. Her whimpers and needy whines escaped as their fullest even when her throat tried to squeeze to keep them inside. She could feel the insanity taking its toll on her. Her entrance spasming and squeezing the ring finger inside her with a silent, but desperate cry to be fucked. She whined louder as she could feel and hear him take in her erotic scent near her tinder ear. He feasted on the smell of her fear and her wet cunt with apple accents. Her ear tingled almost painfully from how close he was to it, but she practically melted in his arms as she was forced to hear his addictive voice taunt how badly she wanted to whore herself out to him. She whined harder as a response as she bit her tongue to stop herself from saying what she wanted to say as she refused to let him win just yet.

Olivia hated how right he was. Her muscles burned and ached with a desperate need to thrust herself back onto him to make him want her just as badly as she wanted him. She wanted to make him feel how badly she wanted him inside her with the roll of her hips. She wanted to take advantage of the end table and bend over it so she could press her panties against his hidden cock and make him feel how badly her pussy needed him. Olivia wanted to appeal to that animal instinct deep inside of every man to take her and breed her like she was a bitch that needed his baby inside her. She needed to be fucked and used like the flashlight she was, but she tried so desperately to hide it. She didn’t want him to know just how insane she was becoming and how hard it was for her to keep the wine glass in her hand from falling from her grasp. She was terrified because she was reaching her breaking point. It wouldn’t be long before her need to cum would consume every last braincell she had left and override her survival instinct.

A hot breathless moan shot out of her from the way he talked to her as he encouraged her to somehow cum without causing him to blow her clit off. The way he said “cum” made her groan like just hearing him say it would be enough to make her explode on him. ”Oh…fuck…” Her voice strained as she fought each of those two words to keep them inside, but her will was breaking and her restraint wouldn’t last much longer.

“Ahhhh!” She suddenly moaned as his finger didn’t hesitate to lodge itself deep inside her. It was the last time she tried to hold back her moans. She couldn’t fight it anymore. Her throat hurt too much and god damn it, it felt too good not to let him hear her! His finger urged her forward, inching her closer to her dam bursting. She could already feel her stomach tightening and burning with an intense pressure building up inside her. The roll of his hips pressing his cock so hard against her ass was met with her own hips helping him press as hard as he could into her. Her body was practically begging him to fuck her in any way she could get him, even her ass begged to be stuffed and filled with the monster cock that teased her all this time.

She mewled as she listened to him whispering into her ear about her cumming and how he can tell if she faked it. She was beyond the point of even trying to fake an orgasm. Her pussy was hurting so badly, but adored the pleasure she got so much that she just wanted to fuck his finger till she covered it in her sweet nectar. “I-I need…I-I need to cum…” She moaned in between her gasps of air, her chest rising and falling as she panted trying to fill her lungs as moans consumed every breath she took.

In the midst of her needy sounds, she could feel his breath shaking against her ear. She silently prayed that he was seconds away from ripping her panties off and giving her the cock she needed so badly. The wine glass in her hand shook more vigorously as the wine inside threatened to spill out. Her fingers pressed so hard into it, she thought the glass would shatter under her grip. She was so consumed with her need to cum, she couldn’t even remember that she was holding a glass at all and her muscles were working on memory alone. All they knew was they needed to hold something, but she couldn’t even feel her own hand when her cunt demanded all of her attention.

She hadn’t even noticed his loosened his grip on her and allowed her more freedom to move. All she cared about was the fact his finger slowed down inside of her and she whined pathetically because of it. Even the gun in her panties had been forgotten. Her need for survival was completely consumed by her need to cum. Her hips pressed back into him with her ass cheeks squirming and wiggling against his hard cock. Agony just tempted her and encouraged her when he promised the slick bullet that drove her insides insane could end up in her ass instead while his fingers played with their favorite spot. Her pussy squeezed both his finger and the bullet tighter from the fantasies he fed her and felt all sense of control slip out of her.

“Haa…haaa…aahhh…god damn it!” She swore underneath her breath. She had no control over her own movements. The whore refused to hold back anymore. She needed to cum. She needed him to fuck her and she’ll do whatever it takes to get that fat cock inside her.

A pathetic and frustrated whine came out of her in full force as his finger stopped moving inside her, but in return she got to feel more of his glorious cock teasing her. Olivia‘s eyes rolled up as she could feel his painfully hard cock squirming between her cheeks and grinding against the backs of her thighs. Her hips rolled back trying to give his cock every inch of her ass, letting him use her to get himself off before he settled between her cheeks again. She didn’t seem to care that the gun could go off at any second. All she cared about was giving his cock all the attention she could give it.

“Oh god yes…” She moaned, not even trying to hide how badly she wanted him. Just hearing that he might even let her have his cock made her visibly excited. Her pussy squeezed his finger from mere suggestion of him bending her over and giving her pussy the proper brutal fucking it needed. The way he talked about his cock inside her made her audibly sound like he was already deep inside her as her eyes rolled up as the fantasy drove her even closer to her edge. “Fuck…I need it. I want your cock so fucking bad…”

She couldn’t take it anymore! She needed to cum! She needed her reward! She couldn’t stop herself as she didn’t realize just how much freedom Agony gave her now. The second she could, she pressed back into him, letting her hips grind and fuck herself against his hard cock as she muttered, “I want it. I want it…” Over and over again. Without his finger moving inside her, Olivia grew desperate to give her that final push she needed to cum on him. In a shocking move, Olivia leaned forward as she used the hand trapped against the gun to force the barrel harder against her clit. She didn’t seem to care whether or not Agony would pull the trigger from it or not, but the second she had the chance, her hips didn’t hesitate to roll between the cock between her cheeks and the gun on her clit.

The wine in her hand rippled and splashed against the walls of the glass as Olivia fucked herself against the gun. Her eyes crossed and her tongue fell from her mouth the long slick barrel was just the pole she needed to rub her clit against all while grinding her ass up and down the thick cock that pressed so hard against her. The movements made her pussy squeeze both the bullet and his finger and she essentially made his ring finger fuck her whether or not he had any intentions of moving it inside her. She was frantic, wild, and desperate. She didn’t know how the wine in her hand wasn’t spilling all over her, but she didn’t care. She was too busy fucking herself on a gun to care whether or not the glass split wine all over her. The wet sound of her clit fucking itself against the barrel of the gun drove her wild as she fucked herself against it without care whether or not it went off in her panties. She bounced on his finger and sucked on a bullet so deeply inside of her she could feel it buzzing against her cervix. And, with the thick cock she loved so much between her cheeks, it wouldn’t even be a minute before Olivia was moaning like a whore and spasming on his finger.

“Ahhh! Ahhh-ahhh! Fuck! Yes! I-I’m cumming!” She cried out victoriously, not for his sake, but for her own lustful delight. Her body shook as she tensed against Agony. She threw her head back on him, letting the back of her head lay against his shoulder as she cried a lustful song.

Her pussy clamped down on the bullet and his finger as she showered the hand she trapped between her thighs with her cum. Her stomach tensed and spasmed as the game somehow made her cum harder than the night he visited her for the first time. Wet nectar spilled and flooded her panties so much that she could feel her cum leaking down her thighs. Her body shook hard against him, especially against his hand as her thighs trembled from the sheer intensity of her orgasm.

Olivia panted hotly with deep breaths and little groans of relief as her head spun and star twinkled in her eyes. Despite the horror and terror she faced, a smile was painted across her face. Her orgasm lasted as the bullet inside her ensured she’d feel it’s full ride and give her sensitive pussy a little more enjoyment. For several long seconds, Olivia couldn’t speak or think but slowly she regained herself just enough to turn her head and look towards the monster she hated with the most loving and wanting eyes a woman could give a man.

Slowly, she brought her arm holding the wine glass around to him and presented it to him. Little moans left her as the bullet kept her noisy. A look of pride spread across her face as not even a single drop escaped the glass and she grinned softly at him, ”Mind if I have a drink?” Without waiting for an answer, Olivia lifted the glass to her lips and took a small drink of his wine. When she coated her throat in wine, she turned and looked at Agony again with an air of confidence only a whore like her could have at a time like this, “So…are you gonna shoot me or are you gonna fuck me?“

 

[Deranged]

Dance for me, and I'll sing for you...​

The tension in the room was palpable; the longer Agony teased the desperately crumbling woman in his grasp that he now knew as Olivia for, the hotter her struggles became to him. He found everything she did, and tried not to, to be incredibly erotic. The sensations flooding him from the hot ripples of her spasming ass-cheeks against his crotch, were simply exquisite. The scents were not left out; since the last and first time he visited her, when he had withdrawn his soppy finger that was coated in her slick, only to place it on his upper lip - so that his nostrils could be flooded with her heady essence, Agony had come to memorize her intoxicating scent. There was something so deeply carnal about her scent... The vivacious flair of her pheromones, in tandem with the burning intensity of the deeply lustful notes that converged in their variety, to compose her slick. Something about it just got to him whenever he smelled it; and it seemed that the hot notes of her pheromones were developing the ability to spontaneously send prickling jolts of desire down his spine, to trigger an equally spontaneous inflation of his rampant member.

She was crumbling... Ever so slowly, but boy! Was it a delicious process. Her escalating muffled whines, her shaky breaths, coupled with the intense strain of her proud breasts against the fabric of her seriously enticing bra. When she announced in a drawling moan that she needed to cum, it sent a spear of sadistic pleasure slicing into his heart. He couldn't hold back the baritone grunt of pleasure that rumbled out of him, nor did he bother to stop himself from closing his eyes in a heightened attempt to really relish the sum total of the scene, and it's intensely erotic consequences for him.

"Fuck... Yeah... That's it, you little whore... Moan for me just like that..."

He whispered against her ear while his crotch pressed against the heating and rippling cleft of her ass a bit more. He was relishing everything, and the sensations only seemed to double with the temporary blindness that he had bestowed upon himself by closing his eyes. Soon, he fed more of his fantasies to her, and he could tell by how much she was heating up and grunting when she wasn't moaning some half-word or other, that his words were having some serious effects on her. He felt even more waves of sadistic pleasure crunching against his nerves when she whined her frustration at him, for ending the wriggling motions of his finger inside her slick and spasming tunnel. He was not shortchanged with the move either, for the renewed and aggressive suction that her cunt pressed his finger with in retaliation, was something worth a few tingles in the base of his spine.

Every word he uttered after that seemed to drive her over the edge; he could feel her slipping further and further away from the indignant spitfire that had decided to play deadly coquette with him, when she slipped the same gun now hovering dangerously close to her pulsing clit, on his back. In her place was a rapidly agitating whore; desperate and needy, gradually sinking into the depths of depravity, even at the cost of a stark disregard for her own personal safety, was emerging. Her words became more coherent with time, but no less dreamy. Her movements too didn't fall behind them; her succulent rear and heating thighs began grazing against his tense crotch with more frequency, and soon enough, they both found a jumbled rhythm to feed their lustful inclinations with. The way she sang out her desire in a repetitive song of I want it... It reached deep down into Andy's primal instincts, and fed his arousal and lust to infernal degrees. Yet, his violent lust didn't manifest too much in his actions. He still pressed and grinded his crotch against her wantonly presented rear, but he didn't obey the callings of his instincts to grip both of her shoulders, then push her face down on the table in a sizzling bend that would present her angrily suctioning tunnel, to practical expressions of his aggressive lust.

"Ugh!... That's it you little whore... Chase that big O, lemme hear you pine for it. Damn!"

His whispers were now spreading over her hair, in the absence of the close proximity that his former pressing grip on her frame, granted him. The reaction from her spontaneous collapse proved to be quick and effective. When he felt her rear grinding hotly against his crotch with increasing urgency as a result of his relinquished hold on her, his own crotch heated up some more. His teeth clamped shut along with his eyes when he felt the base of his ring finger pressing against the angry button on the entrance of her sex. It sent lazy purrs of pleasure up his spine, and the waves constructively merged with the licks of pleasure that his constrained cock milked out of the fabric of his crotch, and Olivia's wanton rear. Sighs, and weak baritone grunts of pleasure shot out of him sporadically. Her siren song still played in the background, seemingly gunning for a crescendo that matched her increasing sexual pleasure.

Consumed by lust, his prey was unsatisfied with the passing presence of his trapped ring finger against her clit, and sought to augment it in manner that visibly impressed Andy. His eyes widened slightly in pleasure, when he felt the raw haze of sexual heat emanate from Olivia. They remained in that very state when Olivia reached for his other hand, and the gun it bore, then pressed it hard against her clit in a manic frenzy.

"Fuck it, girl. You're wild... Yeah, more of that, slut. Gimme more of that slut energy!"

His approval leaked through his words of encouragement that were designed to egg her on. He remained a passive catalyst for the explosion that Olivia chased, but he'd be damned if he missed the opportunity to utterly reduce the same woman who glared at him with so much seething hatred a few moments back, into a restless bitch in heat and pleasure. Enjoying her display, Andy kept the gun as steadfast as he could in a manner that allowed her to manipulate it in her efforts. He made sure to sneak in micro-adjustments to her movements, that would prevent the unfortunate events of a loud bang, and a hot, sticky mess of wetness, of another quality entirely. No... She was doing as he asked, besides, he was enjoying this too much now to allow her ruin it for them both in her single-minded frenzy.

"C'mon Cupcake! Chase it!"

He egged her on further when she sucked very hard on his finger with her spasming tunnel. The sounds from splashing wine drew Andy's attention back to his drink, and the glass that held it in Olivia's shaky, nonchalant grasp. He sighed, then chuckled with an evil lustre, when the possibility of a bonus round crept back into his mind. Somehow, the sloshing wine refused to leave the glass, though, and Olivia's rabid ministrations were very hard to ignore for a prolonged period. Another desperate squeeze of her cunt against his trapped finger, brought his attention back to Olivia herself, especially when his cock twitched with the damp heat that her soaked thong pressed into his crotch.

"Fuck! You're really going for it, aren't you, Liv?"

A smirk curled up Andy's lips as more of Agony's darkness washed over him. Thankfully, the homicidal tendencies of Ash were firmly tucked away inside the dangerous dungeon that was Andy's mind. The sounds built up now; with his prey's increasing movements and agitation. The wet glides and rubs were a hypnotic audio component that forced Andy's cock to twitch autonomously in approval. Damn! This Olivia chick was something, Andy had to reconcile with that fact. She was by far, the best, most entertaining, most stimulating prey, he had ever had. Just thinking about it was enough to cause a hot trickle of precum to ooze out from the slit of his incredibly tense cock.

"Oooh!..."

The grunt was deep and long, a result of the liquid pleasure that slashed through his fibers, thanks to the dribble of precum. His eyes snapped shut for a few seconds, as his breaths shook; whether it was his own arousal, or the humping and bumping of her rear against him, he couldn't quite tell. He didn't care though, hotdogging anyone - which was something he had done only a handful of times, never felt remotely as good as it did now. More impulses rose in him. He wanted to wrap his arms around her once again, and press her against him while his ring finger worked furiously inside her trap, and his other hand sliced the barrel of the gun over and over, against her hard button. However, he restrained it; which was the main difference between Andy and Agony afterall. Well, that, and the fact that Agony seemed to have monopoly over their powers.

"Go... Go... Go..."

He could restrain his impulses, but not his vocalizations as his eyes hung open to watch the mind-bending seduction on her straining face and bouncing hips. The crescendo was coming, he could feel it in the thickness of her addictive pheromones, and the frequency of her high-pitched squeals and moans of delight. When at last, she sang out another siren song with her head thrown back into his chest, her spasms were not necessary for Andy to know that she had done it. She had managed to cum hard, and for real, without damaging her clitoris for life. A predatory grin painted itself across his lips while she shook against him with more of the same song of coquettish delight on her lips.

The slick became a dribble, then a mild shower of her addictive juices soon after, and it made Andy shake too. She hit one of his weaknesses in her oblivious throes of pleasure. Andy had always had a thing for women who were generous with their nectar. Dripping, drooling, and especially squirting it. It always made his heart stop to experience it in person. Doubly so, whenever he was directly, or otherwise responsible for it. More precum oozed out of his cock to create another layer of wetness to the damp patch that her soaked panties had already created. His eyes bore down on her face while she vibrated against his him. He could feel the hot slick dripping down his soaked hands, and it made his stomach churn with a kinky wave of satisfaction. He couldn't help but draw up future plans to really test her squirting credentials. However, that was something to look forward to, he was drawn back to the present by a stray squeal as their eyes met, his smouldered with predatory delight, and hers shine with so much gratification and desire, that his heart couldn't help but twist.

Shit!

It was a flash; a little spark of something in that brief moment suspended in time and space, before it disappeared into the heat of the next moments, but Andy didn't miss it. His little toy seemed to be growing on him. He watched the glass slowly travel towards him with a predatory gaze of approval. A quick, critical glance at it told him that his drink was infact, intact. Little, devious Liv had managed to earn herself a five-star reward. Cheeky little thing; he couldn't help the fond grin that crawled up his face when she asked with that snide grin of hers, if she could have a drink. He gave her a condescending nod that was fonder than it looked, but she of course, didn't wait for his answer, nor did she really need his permission, to be honest. Another jolt of that uncomfortable tug wrenched at his heart for a moment; He couldn't even begin to analyze how much he enjoyed her ability to use initiative, and discern when, and how to pull sassy little stunts like the one she just pulled, by sipping from the glass.

The look of pride that washed over her wasn't missed, and it was another layer to the whiffs of aphrodisiac that she was bombarding his senses with, at the moment. He watched her coat her tongue and throat, with and overbearing air of silence that was buzzing with even admiration; a scaled down version of what he was actually feeling. He wondered what she would do next; perhaps, she would fold once the wave of slutty confidence wore off with her orgasmic high? He wasn't left to wonder for too long though, for when she spoke next, he couldn't restrain the chuckle that escaped from him. She was a keeper, no doubt.

"Hmm... Well, of course, I'm gonna fuck you, you little minx. But first..."

With a trace of elegance, he slipped his coated finger out of her spasming tunnel, intentionally ignoring the strap, and the bullet pulsing in her core, altogether. He made little twists and curls along the way, especially at the entrance of her sex; ensuring to scoop up as much of her gel as possible. His eyes remained fixed on hers while this happened. Once his now free hand finally left her body completely, he withdrew the other hand, and the gun from her panties with less ceremony. In a rather crisp manner, he brought the gun to the top of his lips, then ran the slick barrel over the shadow of his moustache in a quick flick. With a dragged out sniff, he closed his eyes to savor the aroma, then he exhaled just as prominently.

"First, a drink."

In brisk and unobtrusive fashion, he slipped the slick barrel of the gun into, and down her cleavage. He stopped when the snug fabric of her bra held it in place, then he relinquished his hold on the gun completely, in the same brisk and nonchalant fashion. With the gun planted on her bra, he shrugged.

"Hold that for me, or you could play with it, whatever..."

His tone revealed that he didn't really care much for the gun at the moment, and was entrusting it to her, to do whatever she wanted with it. His attention switched over to his coveted glass of wine that still sloshed enticingly in her grip. With the same hand that was now offloaded of the burden of the gun, he reached for the glass, took it from her, then let his eyes run a trail from the swells of fer bra, to those melting hot eyes of hers. As sensuously as she had presented him with the glass, he slid the utterly coated middle finger of his other hand directly into the remaining wine in the glass. Slowly, he twirled the laced finger around inside the glass, and sloshed the wine around it occasionally, to aid his cause. When he was satisfied that he had gotten all of her nectar mixed into the drink, he brought it to his lips, then, in three sensuous sips, emptied the mixture of aphrodisiac and wine down his throat.

"Mhm... Tastes like mid wine, and you... I like that flavor, y'know? I'll keep that in my head if I were you."

After a wink, he drew his eyes close again, then swirled his tongue around in his mouth to fully experience the exquisite taste of the aphrodisiac cocktail. He found it very satisfying, and made a resolution to get more of it in future. A lot more.

"Alright, Cupcake. You came hard for me like I asked, and didn't spill a single drop of my drink too... All while giving me a nice helping of your cunt juice."

"I say that deserves a fine reward indeed, my slut."

With two even steps, he was beside her. A few seconds later, the objects on the table were cleared up along with the now empty glass in his hand, and standing In a neat pile, in a nearby corner. When he circled over to her, his metallic eyes were ignited with lust, and it was only natural that his right hand wrapped around her waist in order to crush her against him, so that he could peer into those igniting eyes of hers.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Olivia..."

His free hand snaked down, reaching effortlessly into her panties to pinch the strap of the buzzing bullet, and teasingly pull it out as he spoke.

"I'm gonna bend you over like a wanton slut, plug your ass with that bullet, and fingerblast you till you scream for mommy... Do you understand what I'm saying?"

His voice was sinister, and so was the smile that grew on his face. His eyes roamed down her cleavage for a bit, not taking any particular care to observe if she still had the gun there or not. When they roamed back to hold hers in a dark gaze though, the slick and buzzing vibe finally came out with a barely audible pop. However, the muffled drops of the slick coating it, were harder to miss; as well as it's ominous hums that would make the hearts of many women jump with excitement... Or so, he reasoned.

"When you work for it, I'm gonna reward you. I'm a man of my word, afterall..."

In a flash, the arm riveting her midriff to his crotch like a vice, unwound itself, then, it clamped it's hand on one of her shoulders, and used it to whip her around. He had barely seen her back settle on his vision, when he wrapped the other hand that was holding the vibing bullet round her midriff again, before placing his free palm on her back to deliver a sharp push; effectively bending her over in a manner that forced her rear to grate against his crotch, and force a small shivering chuckle from him. He didn't wait after that, he leaned his full weight into her back, pressing her top half against the table as he leaned over her shoulder to whisper into her ear.

"Just like you want it, right?... I could see it in your eyes when I held that gun to your clit..."

The arm wrapped round middle didn't relent, and the free one was quick to act as well. Effortlessly, even with his gaze caressing the side of her face, the roaming hand moved with practiced accuracy to find the base of her panties. In one quick tug, there was a sharp, tearing sound that left all but her garter on her waist. A quick fling discarded the rest of the soaked fabric behind him.

"You like that, don't you? You like it when I treat you like a whore, but you enjoy it even more when I actually pay attention to your body, don't you?..."

His voice was getting darker as he spoke. The rampaging hand located the vibe that was in the grasp of his other one. It yanked it into it's possession, then snaked back to the wet folds of her entrance, where he was sure her agitated button would be swelling against the tantalizing bullet that he chose to sensually glide up and down while he spoke next.

"You wanna have fun... But you want me to have fun too... You want me to mold you, and break you, and have a blast doing it... No matter how much the sober you, hates it..."

"Isn't that right... Olivia?..."

He suddenly pressed the tip of the vibing toy hard against her button. He let it buzz there for a few seconds, before leaning backwards at an angle that exposed the winking star above the drooling slit, that he still tortured for a while longer. Unwinding his other arm from her middle, he swiped it across both of her ass-cheeks in a stinging slap, that sent a sharp clap reverberating in his ears. The evil chuckle that came next, was only a prelude to another sharp slap... Then, another, and another... Somewhere in the flurry of spanks that now varied in force from gentle taps, to vicious claps, he placed a knee on the base of her spine to pin her to the table, while he peered down in his new sideways position, to observe his work.

He kept the bullet pressed still, to her clit while this was going on. After what must've been five minutes of this treatment, he placed his heated spanking palm on her twitching left ass-cheek. He ran it over the angry red skin, while gliding the now impossibly soaked bullet up from her folds, to the winking rim of her asshole. He continued to caress her ass-cheeks freely with the palm that had spanked them, while he used the tip of the toy to spread her fizzy juices over the rim. He seemed to take his time, chuckling intermittently as it went on. However, it would prove to be for good reason, when he finally pushed the tip of the toy into the depths behind her sphincter. He didn't seem to take as much time with penetrating her asshole. He pushed it in steadily, negating any resistance with his constant pressure, and laughing darkly when the last millimeter of the toy got buried in there.

Besides the increased bloodflow to the erogenous zones that he had incited with his spanks, he had also taken the liberty to reduce the speed setting by a notch, so that there would be ample time to rile her up into another climax.

"Here we go, Liv..."

He circled back to his former position behind her, slipping two fingers one after the other into her cunt, then wrapping his free hand back around her middle as he leaned his weight into her back yet again. He let off a low groan that lasted some two seconds, directly into her ear when he slowly began to work his fingers inside her. He took measures to mostly avoid her clit for now, as he wanted the buildup to be felt keenly by both of them.

"So tell me Liv... How does it feel to be rewarded for good work?..."

 

[TheSluttyBanshee]

She hated how easy it was for Agony to bring out everything she hated most about herself. He knew how to draw out her ugliest desires and reveled in her self-destruction. He turned her fear and terror into tools to bring out the side of her she tried to keep hidden away. Her body thrived on fear and pain as her twisted mind confused pleasure and fear as the same sensations and Agony was a beast taken straight out of her deepest fear. He manipulated her with ease she was like a puppet. Her strings were wrapped so tightly around his fingers that all it didn’t take much to turn her into his source of endless entertainment. No matter how much she tried to fight it or deny it, she was his perfect doll. A pretty toy to play with till he was bored of her. A kiss here, a finger there, and she was his. He pulled all the need to fight out of her body and made her want nothing more than his sadistic touch. He found what strings to pull to break her facade and reveal to the world who she always was at her core: a filthy slut.

Olivia could pretend she was a decent woman. She could go to work with her perfected fake smile and pretend with her co-workers that she was one of them, but she’d never be as clean as they were. A hundred showers couldn’t even begin to wash off the layers of grime that caked her body from all she allowed to happen to her just to chase a high. The needles that caused the scars on her arms couldn’t compare to the same high as what an orgasm could bring her. And, Agony could make her cum harder than any man she’s ever let soil her body.

Agony wasn’t just a monster. He was a god damn incubus. His voice was a siren song that lured her into a sea of madness. Every word he uttered intoxicated her and made her bend to his will. She wanted to rip his vocal cords out, so she never had to hear his voice again or it’s addictive sound. However, she addicted to the things he said and the sound of his voice when he enjoyed her sinful body. Her ear craved more of his voice and her body craved to make him have a reason to make such wonderful sounds.

She wanted to cut his hands off so he could never touch her again, but she needed him to violate and molest her. She needed his corruption and his sin to sink into her flesh and bones. His touch was a drug to her that made her feel a sweet high that made her forget everything. She wanted his nails to pierce her skin, tear open her scars, and sink his venom into her to sate her addiction.

She wanted him to consume her, devour her flesh, and sample her flavors just as she sampled the cheap wine from his glass. Her skin craved his teeth and claws to tear her flesh off her bones like a wolf devouring a rabbit. The pain, terror, and pleasure he forced upon her tore off her skin and freed her from constraining flesh. In his arms, she felt free and it was terrifying.

These desires made one thing clear, he was driving her into madness. He forced her to feel every ugly desire and made her face the facts that she was nothing, but a whore who used a gun to make herself cum and she hated him for it. She hated how he freed her from the shackles of her own expectations and made her feel more alive than any day she’s spent trying to be a normal, good woman. Until he came into her life, she was content with the lie that being a better woman made her happy. That she was content going to an office every day for work and coming home to an empty, crappy apartment with only a few bucks left for her after bills sucked her dry. She believed her life was finally better without the sex, the drugs, or the risks that made life exciting. Olivia thought that if she did what everyone always told her to do to fix herself that things would be better and she’d be happier. It was a sweet lie. One she knew worked so hard for that she felt like she had no choice but to believe it…until Agony showed her the truth. Nothing made her happier than when a man toyed with her and used her like his sex doll. She will likely believe the lie again once he fled back into the shadows and sanity sunk back into her. However, Olivia could only hide from the truth again for so long and Agony will always be happy to remind her of it so long as she made it fun for him. It was a cruel realization brought to her by a cruel man who’s sadistic pleasures became her newest addiction.

Despite the torrent brewing inside her, there was no point in hiding from him anymore. The satisfaction on her face was too clear to try to pretend that she didn’t love the way he treated her. Her moment of sass was the return of the minx she tried to keep caged for far too long now and upon seeing him chuckle from it, she could tell a part of him could appreciate it. She hated how this version of her seemed to be fun for him, but she was relieved her hate for him was still so strong. It meant some part of her was still sane and rational, even if Agony drove her into insanity with pleasure as his weapon of choice.

She even bit her lip as she heard him blatantly tell her his intentions to fuck her. The look of excitement in her eyes gave away just how eager she was to expirence his unqiue cock again, but didn’t seem to be in any hurry if more pleasure and pain needed to be felt before she earned it. Olivia gasped as she felt his finger slip out of her. Her pussy instantly felt lonely without it inside her, but she luckily he completely ignored the strap to the toy inside her. Her voice shook as she could feel both the bullet still plusing inside her sensative walls and his finger scooping up as much of her nectar as his finger could collect. Her eyes didn’t even try to look away from his as she wanted him to see how much she loved every second of it.

As he pulled the gun out of her, she realized that the gun had been in her panties for so long that it felt weird to feel the lack of steel against her clit. Moments ago she was desperate to get it away from her, but now she missed it. She watched as Agony brought the gun to his face and she shuttered as she watched him savor the smell of her pussy on its barrel. She could see the gun glistening with her honey and even her own tongue craved to know what her own cum would taste like.

Olivia giggled almost cutely as Agony found a new holster for her gun. Her swollen breasts held together by a tight bra made them a perfect place to hold a wet gun as her plentiful flesh held onto it as effectively as any other traditional holsteer would. Her breasts had a thin film of her cum between them now, but her pussy did her a favor and made the steel just warm enough to keep her breasts from getting cold. However, what really caught her attention was his indifference on whether she left it there or did something else with it. She was almost surprised he seemed fine with the risks of letting her be armed again, but after her failed attempt…she didn’t know if she wanted to take another risk. The thought of pulling the gun from her bra and bringing it up to his forehead to correct her mistake did flash across her eyes, but there was another idea that came to her too. As he took the wine glass from her hand, her twisted and curious mind couldn’t resist the second idea. He seemed to love it when she was wild, so why hold back now?

Maybe she was a fool for not taking the chance to see if a bullet in the brain would finally kill him, but she was so drunk off the things he did to her that Olivia couldn’t bring herself to end their fun just yet. Maybe she’ll have it in her after his cock’s been inside her, but right now…all she could think about was ways she could turn him on. As she watched him hold his glass of wine, Olivia used her free hand to reach for the gun in her bra. She quickly turned the gun so that its barrel was pointed at the ceil and while her eyes looked up at him, she brought the gun up to her lips. Her tongue fell out and she slowly licked up the barrel to taste herself on it. The taste of metal and her sweet cum made for an interesting flavor, but one she clearly enjoyed enough to let her tongue reach all the way to the end of the barrel. The tip of her tongue circled the ring that a bullet would come out of and even dipped inside of it. Her finger was near the trigger. One wrong move and her tongue would finally get that pericing she’s always thought about getting. It wouldn’t end there though. She’d open her mouth wide and suggestively laid the barrel of the gun against her tongue. Olivia was clearly showing off some of her other skills as she made him watch how her lips wrapped around the barrel of the gun and listen to the sound they made as she sucked her own cum off of it.

Olivia was treated to the delicious sight of Agony adding something special to his wine. She gasped hotly as she saw her cum being mixed into his wine and she sucked on the gun even harder as she watched him drink it. Her hips rolled back and rewarded him for it by wiggling her hips slightly to tease the hard cock between her cheeks. She watched how his Adam’s apple bobbed as his wine and her cum ran down his throat. Her mouth drooled over the barrel of the gun, feeling a sight jelousy that his lips knew her flavor, but she had yet to sample his.

She pulled the gun from her lips and a string of saliva connected her to it until she twisted the gun to fit it between her breasts again. She grinned up at him at his comment, “I can see why you like it so much. I’ll make it just how you like it next time you visit me. Though…I wouldn’t mind adding you to my wine too…”

Her voice shook and she bit her lip as the bullet buzzed against her walls, but her eyes lit up as the mention of a reward finally came up. She moaned sweetly in anticipation of what his wicked mind had in store for her. As he took his hands off her, she seemed miss him already, but the look of loneliness in her eyes was quickly replaced with excitement as he cleared the table in front of her. His cold eyes were full of lust and she could feel a chill run down her spine as she looked at the eyes of a predator ready to devour her. She stood perfectly still, terrified of moving as he circled her like a vulture until his hand wrapped around her waste and she gasped as he forced her back up against him.

Her lips parted and let out shaking, needy breaths as her eyes looked up at him with desperation. “Oh, fuck…” She whispered under her breath as he told her simply that he was going to fuck her. There was nothing she wanted more right now than to feel his cock inside her and ravaging her insides.

Olivia gasped as his fingers slipped into her panties and she whined as she could feel the strap between her legs being messed with. Her thighs clamped down, reluctant to let him take the toy from her, but nothing was gonna stop him. As he slowly pulled it from her, she moaned and shook feeling it stretch her walls as it came through her. The feeling of her walls stretching and tightening as he slowly drug the bullet through her made it hard for her to focus on his words, but her eyes showed more excitement over what she could barely process. His voice and the smile that came with it were utterly terrifying, but it just made her pussy squeeze tighter.

”Oh, god yes…” She panted breathlessly to answer him and let out a sharp gasp as she felt the bullet finally pop free from her.

She could hear how loudly it buzzed without her pussy walls muffling it and shuddering thinking about it buzzing this strongly in her ass. Her ass was a less popular hole compared to the others, but it just made her tighter and fresher for the man planning to make use of it.

Faster than she could process it, Agony took advantage of her slow mind to manver in a way she couldn’t possibly prevent even if she wanted to. Her eyes widened as she felt a sudden, harsh push force her body over the table. She let out a sudden moan as she felt her upper body slam against the table. Her breasts bounced upon the impact and the gun jammed in her cleavage was knocked loose. The gun fell to the ground, out of Olivia’s reach, but not Agony’s since his arms could reach impossible lengths. The second it hit the ground, she feared it suddenly firing off another round, but thankfully it only landed with a toy-like thud and her attention was forced elsewhere. She could feel her plump ass press out towards Agony. Her panties rode up from the sudden movement and her new position. Her swollen cheeks were barely concealed, almost completely exposed for Agony’s viewing pleasure as a pair of familiar pussy lips pressed through the dark red fabric. She could barely enjoy the feeling of his cock pressed against her ass before Agony forced all his weight down on her.

“Ahhh!” She moaned and then bit her lip as her hips naturally rose up against Agony as she could feel his crushing weight against her. Her ribs ached as her lungs struggled to expand at all. Her breasts ached as she could feel their pressure against her heart. Yet, her hips only pressed up into him like a bitch in heat begging for the stud mounting her to breed her slutty pussy. Her body was all the answer he needed for his erotic words.

Olivia moaned the instant his hand snaked around to her wet folds with the vibrating bullet in his grasp. Her legs naturally spread apart wider, offering her pussy up to him as she whined feeling the bullet gliding up and down her needy slit. Her insides were on fire, begging for something inside her, and the bullet teasing her with the chance to fulfill her basest need just tormented her sweet pussy more all while he taunted her with the truth.

His mocking words turned her on as the thought of being broken just made her want his torture more. God, yes…she wanted him to break her, use her, abuse her, torture her…she wanted to be his perfect toy. His pretty plaything he could always turn to when life got a little too dull for him. She wanted him to do things to her that would make god cry while she came and screamed Agnoy’s name.

However, those words wouldn’t get to come out of her as Agony used the vibing toy to make her cry out in pleasure instead. “Ahhhhh-ahhh!” She cried out as her legs and thighs shook from the pure pressure and vibration forced against her clit. “Fuck! Fuck! Ahh-ahhh!” She mindlessly moaned just as Agony wound back his hand and brought it across her ass. “Ahhh!” She moaned as the gentle smack of his hand made her skin crave more of his hand’s attention and she’d get just that…

”Harder! Spank me harder!” She’d cry out as his hand came down for another smack. Her ass bounced against his hand and the sting of his hand sunk into her skin, but his hand wouldn’t stop. He’d spank her ass harder and harder with each smack, hardly giving her the time to recover from the last spank. Her moans got louder and more pained with each smack as her skin burned and ached worse and worse in the shape of his hand. Her moans became pained whines as each smack sent firey pain through her bouncing cheeks. Even when he went easy on her and smacked her with a more gentle hand, the burn-like ache still made her whine and whimper. Yet, her hips never shrunk away from him nor did she beg him to slow down or stop. Her ass took each and every brutal drop of pain and begged for more of it, even as he used his knee at the base of her spine to pin her to the table.

The bullet against her clit made her legs shake even as his rough treatment of her ass ended and his hand instead marvelled at just how red her skin could get. She panted hotly as he pulled the bullet from her folds as she took a moment to try to recover from the harsh pain and the intense pleasure that made her head spin. She hummed sweetly as his hand actually eased some of her pain as her ass cheeks throbbed and ached from even the slightest touch before smoothing out as he carressed her.

The moment she felt the tip of the bullet against her star, Olivia gasped and seemed to break out of her dreamy state. “Ahh-ahhh!” She moaned as she felt him gently press the soaked toy against her back door. Her ass didn’t even try to resist him as the smooth walls of the bullet slowly forced her open. She noticed quickly that he lowered just how aggressive the bullet would viberate inside her, but it didn’t stop her walls from feeling an unusual, but welcomed sensation. Her hips pushed back as he slowly slid it inside her, helping him push it inside, but only at his pace.

“God, yes get it in me…” She moaned breathlessly as its pulsing walls already excited her as she could feel the nerves in her ass buzz with a strange, but adored pleasure. Once the bullet reached a certain point, it popped into her ass with ease as her ass swallowed the toy with only a strap hanging out of her. “Oh, fa-fuck!” She whined feeling the toy buzzing inside her, but Agony had more to do to her.

She bit her lip as Agony pressed his weight down on her again and his fingers didn’t waste time finding her lonely pussy. Olivia closed her eyes with a wide grin on her face as his groan tickled her ear and a sweet moan feel from her lips as a pair of fingers spread her open and slipped into her tight, hungry pussy. Even without the attention to her clit, Agony worked her up to make her walls so sensitive his fingers almost made her cum the second they entered her. Her moans feel so easily as she could feel his digits aggressively breed her cunt while a bullet buzzed inside her ass. The wet sound of his molesting her pussy as she drooled and dripped on him just made her hips press back harder trying to get him deeper inside her.

Upon being prompted about it, Olivia didn’t hesitate to let Agony hear how much she loved his reward, “I-I fa-fucking love my re-re-reward!“ Her pussy hugged and sucked on his fingers even tighter as the words came out, “I-I can fit more! Please, put more fingers in me! I-I wanna fuck all yo-your fingers! I wanna cum on them and clean them off for you! Fa-fuck! This bullet’s just making my pussy tighter!” She poured each dirty word out as her pussy noisily sucked and squeezed the fingers inside her. Her walls squeezing so tight Agony could feel the bullet in her ass against her fingers. Her hips pressed back harder against him, begging him to fuck her harder, deeper with whatever he forced into her.

 

[Deranged]

Perhaps, Andy owed his condition some heavy thanks; his ability to keep a section of his head calm, in spite of the mind-bending seduction in the shape of the giddy woman called Olivia that he freely manipulated, was something that was arguably superhuman in itself, and he had always had that before Agony became a big player. In spite of the pulsing rush that he was experiencing , that forced blood to howl angrily inside his head and ears, and cause his breaths to come out in choppy, hot streams, Andy still found it in himself to meticulously enjoy every little whine and whimper, every moan and seductive grunt that Olivia offered him too, as his hands worked in a steadfast manner inside her tunnel.

The way she was squeezing him with her spasming walls, he couldn't help but notice the purring vibration of the toy inside her ass, through the thin wall that separated it, from the churning, slick walls of her pussy that he was methodically working into a frenzy. His own stomach was slowly twisting into sensual knots that were lit up by electric buzzes of lust and satisfaction. The desire that welled up in his heart when he heard her affirm that she was enjoying her reward... It made it lurch painfully in his chest, while he shot another long grunt of predatory satisfaction against her ear. If he thought that was all though, he was to be pleasantly surprised when his prey cracked fully; introducing the constructive and eager side of the slut that she was reeling back inside herself.

"Yes... That's a fine image, Liv... I love it..."

Andy groaned deeply against her ear, as another liquid flush of pleasure swept down his spine. Impulsive contractions of masculine desire swept through his limbs, attempting to override his sadistic and meticulous approach to rewarding his darling prey. His arms tensed noticeably; forcing his grip on her middle to tighten up for a second, and for his fingering hand to punch it's breeding fingers with a bit more stiffness, and power for the same duration. Clamping his teeth against her ear, he couldn't hold back an absolutely hot groan of equal parts passion, and satisfaction. The groan bore undertones of raw desire, and his breath shook after it, before he whispered heatedly next.

"Let's do it!"

Spurred along by her filthy fantasies; Andy felt his head swim with plenty images along the lines of acting out those desperate and seductively presented fantasies of hers. His eyes squeezed shut for the next few seconds while he drew shaky breaths against her her. In this time, his pumping fingers somehow stiffened and sped up simultaneously. He hung his mouth open a bit, shooting hot needles of breath against the side of her face whenever he wasn't washing it with little grunts of excitement and delight. In this state, the images grew in number and depravity; swimming into eachother, and merging in sensible and otherwise manner, to construct a path of action for him; all while his fingers pumped her walls hard, and even pressed against the submerged toy that was pulsing in her other hole.

"FuuUUCK Liv! Let's do it!"

Gliding his pumping hand out with a sudden sharpness, Andy pressed another mostly dry finger of it, against the soaked, leading two, then prodded at her winking entrance with the same steady pressure that pressed the bullet into her ass. With a little bit of wiggling, he was able to slip all three fingers in with minimal time and effort. A dark groan rolled out of his throat, his wrapping arm squeezing her plush middle against him harder in the wake of another flashing wave of impulsive strains. A slightly wilder, but generally sane chuckle wrapped in darkness, escaped from his throat again, as he pumped his trio of fingers vigorously, in and out of her cunt for a full minute. Unlike the last time, the wringing impulses didn't leave his limbs for too long within the duration of that minute, as he worked his domineering ministrations.

His mouth remained half opened through it too, chuckling, groaning, or grunting one half word or total gibberish, through the steady build up that peaked with a vicious rip of his pumping hand, out of her walls. Involuntarily, he, under the influence of his reflexes, had angled his ploughing fingers downwards, in the general direction of her clit. Consequently, his retreating fingers ran a violent, short line over the engorged button on their way out.

"Aw... Fuck!"

A pool of desire washed over Andy's brain, he watched with a small shiver as her slit dilated it's entrance, in response to his abuse, having dashed backwards earlier, to catch her immediate reactions to his withdrawal while it was fresh. A dark groan preceeded an even darker chuckle from him, on seeing the results. The way her pussy lips twitched and drooled really got to him, and he had no doubt that she was going to get his cock in her, before either of them climaxed next. First things first though; in a quick forward step, his weight was settled into her back as quickly as it had left it. None of his hands however, wrapped over her waist this time. Instead, the dry one swept a fistful of her hair into a tight grip, then yanked on it hard enough to make her see stars, while the wet one, along with his face, loomed over own.

Dangling the soaked hand that was dripping her precious nectar right in front of her face, having snapped her head backwards to face him as he loomed over her; Andy's eyes gained a fire, but it was more akin to ice, and he soon visibly expressed the subtle but critical difference. With his jaw hanging slightly open, he pulled on her hair with his yanking hand once again. However, he opted for steady pressure, instead of snapping force this time. He watched as a drop of her juice dripped down his middle finger, to land on top of her cute nose while, he leaned further into her, and maintained the unnatural angle that he was forcing her spine to arch backwards on the table.

"You like the smell and taste of this sweet honey don't you. Don't you, Liv... I saw how your eyes shone when you licked it off that gun like a five-star slut..."

Moving the dripping hand a little further away from her face, Andy cocked his face into hers, only to swipe his tongue over her tainted nose, and let off a burning groan of delight on savoring a tasty mix of the stray drop, and her sweat. After restoring manageable distance between their faces, he gave her a dark laugh, winked, then brought his soaked hand to hover in front of her lips this time.

"Time to live up to your promise, Cupcake... Clean up it up for me, bitch. I need all the friction it can muster for when I grab that fat ass of yours, to use as leverage to ram my cock, deep balls deep inside that snatch..."

An evil chuckle played on his lips, as he curled back two of the tainted fingers, leaving the middle one straight, before plugging her lips with it, and slowly pushing it in.

"That's it girl... Now, not so hasty. Go ahead, enjoy the flavor, and REALLY clean it up."

A groan of pleasure vibrated up his spine as he watched her mouth get to work. If the first time she sucked on his finger, and her ministrations with her tongue and the barrel of the gun told him anything, it was that Olivia would be excellently skilled at using her mouth for other sexy things besides moaning and cursing. Just thinking about it was enough to light his heart on fire. He couldn't help leaning his face closer to hers, enough for the heady mixture of her cum and saliva, to push their sweet queer into his nose, and make him grunt softly.

"Fuck... This mouth of yours, Liv... It's good isn't it? Those fine lips of yours, they look like those of a cocksucker's"

Sometime while he was speaking, he pushed a second finger into her mouth to keep it busy. Once again, Olivia's actions on his fingers, were indicating her expertise in delivering oral pleasure at a first class level. His nerves were thrumming with desire, and he didn't even realize when his crotch pressed against her vacant slit, to grind and bump against it, and the angry button on it.

"I know that you've been dying to feel my cock inside it, isn't that right? You wanna run your tongue up and down my length and feel it bruise the back of your throat... You wanna savor the taste of my cum, and feel it spurting hard and fast to choke your cocksucking throat... Damn!"

Andy gasped, hot and long, then worked in the last tainted finger into her mouth, while doing his best not to lose control with the impulses that her soft, plump lips, and her use of it and other parts of her mouth, were stirring inside him.

"I can tell... I noticed it when you were sucking on that gun... Fuck! What a wild, sexy slut you are... I fucking love it!"

"Here's something else I'd love; you'll be thrilled for this one. Once you clean up the tasty mess that you left on my hand, I'm gonna nail that hot pussy of yours until I nut in you... Then... Then, you're gonna clean me up..."

Yanking on her hair again, he used it as a leash to guide her face and busy mouth into his own. He pressed his nose against her forehead, savoring the aroma of her sweat, and the queer of her cum and saliva that was just inches below, inside her furiously working mouth. He couldn't help it, with all the things she was making him feel, things that his angrily grinding crotch was communicating to her slit, he couldn't resist the urge to submerge her into another hot fantasy.

"...work hard enough on your clean up duties, and you might get those hot spurts of goo at the back of your throat that you've been craving, you filthy slut..."

Ironically, after cursing her, he pressed his lips into her forehead, in a soft and heated manner. He took the time to let his lips gather a thin film of her sweat that he savored with a chuckle. After that, he pulled away, relinquishing the grip on her hair, and pulling his hands out of her mouth as well. He stepped back a few inches to observe her spasming holes with a snide chuckle of delight. He could feel his cock furiously pressing against his crotch. He would've wondered if it would burst through, if only his first encounter with Olivia hadn't happened.

"Clean-up's over. Time to stuff your sweet trap, Cupcake..."

With a grin, he undid his belt and any other thing keeping his pants on him. When he got to his underwear, he was intrigued to see that it held firm up till this point, and had no holes in it. He worked evenly, not going slow enough for a tease, or quick enough in the manner of a rabid dog. He didn't miss the big damp spot in front of his underwear when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband to pull it down, and spring his cock free, with an obscene bounce that sent a small glob of precum flying from the slit of his enraged cock. The thought that he and Olivia were equally responsible for that wet patch, was enough to fill him with an instant desire to drive himself into the tight and warm embrace of her wet depths. He walked up to her with a snicker, unable to avoid a sharp slap across her full, bouncy ass, and enjoying the sight of her twitching holes as well. Grabbing the base of his shaft with one hand though, he held the tip with the other, and gradually worked himself halfway through with a hot grunt.

Stopping for a moment to wrap his hand into her hair once again, and mash the other into her already squished breasts, he lowered his weight into her, and simultaneously snaked in the other half of his cock inside her with a predatory hiss. He pulled on her hair again, to make her face him. He was addicted to the melting darkness in her eyes, and he wanted to bask in it, as he fucked them both to a climax.

"I love rewarding you Olivia... And I love it when you put in the work too..."

With a shaky breath, he plunged the remaining quarter of his rod inside her with a punching force, gritting his teeth as his tip hit the apex of her churning wall's resistance; he didn't know if it was her cervix or not, but he didn't care. He took a moment to savor the sweet sensations, as well as the maddening eroticism of the moment. He could feel the thrumming pulses of the toy on his cock, through the same thin wall that separated her two lower holes. That, coupled with the thrilling fullness of her soft, pressurized breasts, and the heat of slutty desire melting in her chocolate eyes, Andy was in carnal heaven.

"Now, let's work you into a beautiful orgasm..."

Another sharp breath sliced out of his throat as he pulled back his hip, enjoying the churning sensations of her walls against his shaft as his cock glided out. He kept his eyes on her, and his fisted hand kept pulling on her hair like a leash, when he plunged in the first of many thrusts to follow, afterwards.

 

[TheSluttyBanshee]

Olivia bit her lip as she heard the long predatory grunt against her ear. Her spine tingled from the sound as her hips pressed back into him in response to such a delightful sound. She hummed sweetly in between her moans as he told her he loved the way she talked. The whore beneath him felt butterflies in her stomach knowing her slutty nature was pleasing him. Despite the hurt and fear he caused her, tonight was filled with so much pleasure that all she wanted was to cum with him till the sun touched the horizon.

She was a shameful, sinful woman that fully dropping her good girl facade and showed the whore she tried to keep hidden to Agony. A whore that was begging for more of him despite trying to kill him less than forty minutes ago. She never expected this sadistic monster to get her so wet and horny for him this easily, but now that she was here, she couldn’t wait to let this depraved fucker play with her in every way his twisted mind wanted her. Part of her still wanted him dead, but more of her wanted him to ruin her and use her while his body still had life in it. Olivia had hoped the next time a man got her wet it'd be a good, kind man that she told herself she'd find eventually, but a good, kind man could never turn her on like this. She hadn’t felt a man get her this excited since…well, Saw had. Ironically, she went from one psychopath to another, but this psychopath had one thing over Saw: insane powers and even kinkier ideas on what to do to her body.

"Fuck, yes!" She smiled with a voice full of delight the second Agony seemed spurred by her dirty words. She closed her eyes and bit her lip harder as he made her listen to his shaky breaths against her ear. “Mmmmmm! Yes-eeessss!” She moaned a long, desperate, and excited moan as he paired his spine tingling breaths with fingers eager to abuse her cunt. His fingers somehow stiffened and forced her to take him at even faster speeds. Her eyes rolled up as she could feel her poor walls stretch and ache from how roughly his fingers fucked her pussy, but her hips pressing back against his hand begged for more. She wanted to be stretched wider, fucked harder, taken deeper, and her hips and dripping wet cunt weren’t afraid to tell him that. “Ahhh-ahhhhh!” Her mouth shot open as he even went as far as to press against the vibing toy through her pussy and made the bottom wall of her ass press harder against it to torture her poor ass while he abused her needy cunt.

“Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it to me!” She replied vigorously before letting out a squeaking whine as his fingers suddenly and sharply pulled out of her. Her pussy so wet that strings of her arousal followed his wet fingers until he started pressing a third finger against her. She bit her lip hard as she anticipated all three fingers stretching her open, but she was taken off guard when he detoured to her ass for a moment. She whined as she could feel his fingers press against her star as the pressure against her tight ass made the toy inside her buzz a little louder as the duller nerves tingled sweetly enough to make her pussy flare with heat. She thought he’d force her to take all three fingers in her ass, but the tease quickly found her cunt again instead. She moaned as she felt his arm around her waist pull her against him harder, the possessive and controlling arm just made her weak in his grasp as she submitted like a good bitch.

“Ahhhh! A-agony!” She cried out his name as he forced her pussy to stretch wide around his fingers. All three forced her tight cunt to stretch and fit him inside her regardless of it her pussy could handle it or not. Her hands held onto the table harder as she could hear him using her wet cunt with each lewd wet sound of his fingers digging into her and abusing her walls who loved the dull ache of an agressive hand taking what‘s his. “Oh, yes! Yes! I-I la-love these fah-fingers!” She cried out in pure pleasure. Her ears were treated to every wonderful evil chuckle, groan, grunt, or gibberish word he uttered while the wet clap of her pussy being fucked by fingers bounced off her thin walls. Her toes curled as he lifted her up at an angle that made his fingers violently, but shortly tease her clit with every pull out of her. Her stomach tightened as she could feel her need to cum getting more and more intense. Her hips and thighs tensed as a tell-tale sign she wanted—needed—to cum and at this rate, he was going to make it happen so long as he didn’t stop.

“I-I’m…g-gonna—!” She tried to moan before his dark groan followed by an even darker chuckle warned her that her upcoming orgasm was going to be cut short. “Nooo…god, I was so close! Please! Don’t stop! I wanna cum!” She whined almost childishly as his fingers pulled out of her before she could finish. The pressure in her stomach suddenly built up with nothing to help it explode made her tummy ache as she whined painfully in need of him to touch her just a little more to ease that pain. She even wiggled her hips at him, trying to get him to take pity on her and give her that final push she needed. When he settled his weight back down on her again, she gasped excitedly thinking he’d give her just that…just for his dry hand to get lost in her hair and grab a fistful of her into a grip so tight her scalp ached before he even pulled on it.

”Ahhhhhh!” She screamed as he yanked on her hair so hard she thought he’d rip her hair right out of her skull. Her head lurched back so roughly her neck ached almost as badly as her scalp did. The fires of hell burned across her head as stars filled her eyes and made her mostly blind as the pain seared through her.

As the pain faded, so did the stars in her eyes. Finally, she could see the looming hand over her face, threatening to drip her own nectar into her face with icy eyes burned her skin. She knew she wasn’t safe when his hand never left her head, but she still couldn’t prepare herself as he went for a long yank that kept a constant pressure on her scalp instead of the yanking one that forced her body to bend backwards to look at him. The arch he forced her to make made her spine and neck ache like someone was stabbing a knife through her vertebrae. The pain in her scalp burned with sharp pains like a knife tried to take the scalp from her skull. Her mouth was forced to hang open as whining, pained moans alongside panicked breaths nearly made it sound like she was being fucked already when all he was doing was making her feel an intense pain that seemed to make her eyes shine with excitement. Her tongue instinctively came out as it looked like his fingers might drip on her face, but the droplet of her arousal would fall onto her nose instead. Despite the pain for feeling her hair threatening to pull out of her head, despite the unnatural angle that put unnatural pressure on her spine, Olivia never once complained or begged him to ease up on her. The pain excited her. It just made her want him more…

”Ye-Yesh…” She spoke with pained whimpers in her voice, refusing to let her tongue retreat back into her mouth as he asked if he liked her own taste and smell. The corners of her mouth curled into a smile despite the pain in her eyes as he spoke, each word exciting her more and more.

She expected his fingers to dive for her mouth, but she whined when she saw him pull them further away instead. Her eyes were forced to look up at him as his face closed in on her and his tongue took the pleasure of swiping across her nose to lick off the drop of honey that fell on her. She shuddered as thoughts of his tongue tasting her filled her head. Her eyes locked onto his tongue imagining how it could likely stretch like the rest of him could. Jesus…he could reach so deep inside with that tongue…Her perverted thoughts were likely obvious and she felt a flutter in her heart when he winked at her. Even with a dark laugh, he somehow charmed her.

Her tongue laid out flat as he brought his fingers back to her. Like a dog excited for a treat, she panted silently begging for him to let her taste his fingers. “Ooooh…” She swooned at his dirty words, exciting her cunt as he confirmed he intended to fuck her with his cock. She shuddered just thinking of him grabbing her ass and fucking her like his bitch. So rough, aggressive, and without care for her…she never wanted a man to fuck her this badly before, but right now she wanted the sweet taste of his fingers first. “Yes, sir…“ She muttered breathlessly as he finally gave her just that.

“Mmmm…” She closed her eyes and moaned as he forced his fingers into her mouth. She listened and obeyed his words as she took her tongue tasting how they tasted together. One of his fingers forced her to smell wet pussy and he’d feel how her mouth got even wetter just from it. Her tongue stroked each finger with loving, but noticeably skilled finesse. She explored every inch of him, throughly cleaning herself off of her, and allowing herself to really taste how sweet her pussy was on him.

“Mmmhmmm…” She chuckled slightly through her muffled answer as he made her want to prove just how good her mouth was. Her lips pressed harder around his fingers and sucked on them, showing off just how tight she could be and how hungry her mouth was for something thick to use it. Her tongue bending, slipping, caressing, and really tasting him to show off just how skilled her tongue was while his fingers tested out her cocksucking skills.

“Mmm…” She moaned as she could feel him press harder against her slit. His hips already grinding and bumping into her so much so she thought he might give her the cock she wanted very soon. Her hips pressed back harder, grinding herself on him until her pussy leaked onto him. She made him feel her heat, her neediness, her hunger both with her mouth and her slutty hips.

“Mmmm! Mmmhmmm! Mmmm!” Olivia moaned into his fingers as he teased her with the thought of finally having his cock in her mouth and even better…down her throat. God, she did want to taste him. She wanted to feel that thick cock slap her face and force itself down her throat, fucking her, and making her choke. She wanted to feel him fuck her throat till she almost passed out on his cock and while she couldn’t say it, her eyes spoke volumes as she opened them to roll up just from the fantasy.

She chuckled through his fingers seeing just how excited her slutty nature got him. Hearing how he loved what she did, she gave him a little reward of her own by shaking her hips against him so her ass and cunt ground against him like a bitch in heat begging to be mounted and bred.

Her eyes sparked with excitement as he told her what he was going to do to her. He wasn’t just gonna fuck her and give her another fat load in her cunt, but he was gonna make her clean it up too. Jesus Christ…this man…if he wasn’t such a monster, she might of fallen in love right then and there.

“Mmhmm! Mmhmm!” She moaned excitedly, eagerly agreeing for him to do that to her before he‘d yank on her hair so hard she’d cry into his fingers, but refuse to stop cleaning them till he pried them from her mouth. “Mmmmmm!” She cried out as he pressed his nose into her forehead. Her voice shaking as the pain from her scalp and the unnatural angle got sharper and harder. She endured the pain as he sampled her scent and was rewarded with another treat as he promised another reward to her. One she was too eager to receive…

Her mouth long since sucked every drop of herself off of him as he planted a kiss onto her forehead, but she refused to stop sucking and tasting his fingers. So long as something was in her mouth, her instinct would keep her sucking. When he pulled back, he both pulled his fingers free from her lips and let go of her hair. Her back instantly tried to straighten out again to a more comfortable angle while her tongue chased his fingers on the way out, seemingly unwilling to give him up yet, but couldn’t demand them back…not when a even bigger treat was coming.

She grinned as he confirmed her suspicions and she already got into position for him, bending over the table, and shaking her ass at him while the toy still buzzed inside her. “Oh, fuck yes. I miss your cock so much…” She whined, desperate to finally feel him fuck her after teasing her about it for what felt like hours.

The sound of his belt coming undone made her audibly shudder. She couldn’t resist looking over her shoulder to watch him free himself and was admittedly shocked by how his cock hadn’t ripped through anything like last time. She bit her lip as he found the perfect speed to tease her with while a thick, dark spot soaked his underwear. Her pussy had been so eager she drooled right through him. “Ahh!” She gasped seeing his thick cock spring free with a lewd bounce. Her pussy squeezed the air as her pussy lips throbbed seeing it and the pre-cum leaking from his slit. Her excitement as he came closer became more visible as she panted with more excitement before preparing herself to feel him mount her. “Ahh!” She moaned as his hand took a moment to give her ass a sharp slap that made her flesh bounce and redden against his hand. The second she felt his tip slowly press against her tight pussy, she bit her lip in anticipation before finally feeling him force her to take him.

“Ahhh! Oooh, fuck! Yes!” She moaned in delight feeling him feed her only half of his cock. Her pussy stretched wide to fit him inside as her walls instantly clamped down and eagerly tried to pull more of him into her. “Fuck! Faaauck! I missed this cock!“ She cried out with reckless abandon. She whimpered as she craved more of his cock, but as he wrapped his hand in her hair, she knew more pain would come with her pleasure. “Ahh!” She gasped as his hand forced her against the table, even harder. Her breasts pressed hard into the table with his weight crushing her lungs just enough to make breathing hard. Her neck ached almost as badly as her scalp did as he pull her hair to make her look up at him as he made her take the rest of him. Her eyes rolled up as her hips pushed back into him, letting him see her love for sin as she felt him stretch her so wide that she could feel him through her tummy and the walls of her ass closed tighter to make them both feel the toy in her ass buzz against them.

“A-agooony…” She moaned sweely to his words before a sudden, loud moan forced out of her as he plunged the remaining quarter of his cock into her with a force so strong her entire body rocked from it. Her cervix had his tip pressing hard against it before, but now…he forced it open. Agony forced her cervix to stretch and made her take every inch of him even when he was too big for her. Her cervix was forced to obey as his hips forced it through and his cock had directly access to her womb. “Ahhh-ahhhh! Fuck! Oh, fuck! Yo-you’re so deep!” She cried out feeling her cervix clamp down on his cock so tight that he just created his own milking machine out of her.

”Yeesss, please! Make me cum! I wanna cum on your cock!” She whined as her spine tingled from his voice. Her eyes looked up at him as she moaned from his hips pulling back and forcing himself inside her again. Her walls sucked on his cock, begging him to stay for every pull back, only to wrap around him tight to try to lock him inside of her when he forced his way back in. She wanted him to see how much she loved it. How much she loved being fucked by him. Her tongue fell from her lips as his used her hair like a leash to keep his toy in place just how he liked her as he used her pussy as his personal fleshlight. “Ahhhh…nnnnph…A-agony! Aaaagony! Use me! Use me, baby. Fuck my slutty ca-cunt!”

She thought her pussy was loud before when his fingers were inside her, but his cock made her pussy clap so loudly that she felt a flutter of embarrassment from how deep and wet it sounded. Her hips pressed back into him with every deep thrust he made into her, trying to get every inch inside her again as his balls smacked her. “S-so good! S-s-so good!” She moaned, Agony seeing right before his eyes how her intelligence drained out of her with each thrust. Her pussy sucking and pulling him deep inside to fuck her cervix open and fuck her very womb.

 

[Deranged]

With so many things to keep track of, Andy's mind found itself in good position to cherry pick which of the numerous aspects of his fucking Olivia, to focus on. There were the breaths that both of them made; his, came out in a mixture of sharp gasps, and grunting wheezes. Hers on the other hand, seemed to come out in whiny gasps and moans, whenever she wasn't shuddering from the impact of his cock snaking hard into her depths. There seemed to be a consistency to the force that he chose to ravage her with for this session. After that incredibly delicious first thrust, Andy had soon come to realize somewhere along the line, that he had indeed, stretched open her cervix once again. With his knowledge of human anatomy, an emphasis on female anatomy, to be precise; understanding the implications of the highly unprecedented occurrence of cervical penetration was incredibly maddening to him.

The moment he realized it about four thrusts in, a loud gasp washed over his features, and he visibly shuddered into his next thrust; an inevitable byproduct of this, was that he of course, once again, under the influence of those maddening impulses of his, tugged on the luxurious silky leash that was wrapped around his fist. The sensations were incredibly satisfying; from the heat of her core, to the pulsing of the toy that he could feel through the thin membrane separating her two lower holes, all the way to the lewd squelching that the hot wetness her pussy was oozing, produced as he fucked her. Tension sprang into his frame, and his muscles began to tighten in response. He felt his groin and thighs, as well as his abdomen tighten, as he delivered his first wrenching thrust of the session in response to her lewd grunt that told him just how deeply he was railing her. He announced it with a tug on her hair, before unleashing a guttural groan of expressive desire. The result; he watched in delight as her entire flesh quaked on her bones, while his other hand was in place to feel the delicious ripples on her pressurized breasts, firsthand.

The way he enjoyed the look of desire in her eyes was beyond words. He loved how her eyes brightened with vibrancy, yet, dimmed in intelligence, as her tongue fell out for a few seconds like that of a thirsty bitch in heat. The way she kept vocalizing her desire and enjoyment too, Andy's heart felt like it would burst right out of his chest, and he rewarded her tireless efforts by squeezing harder on her mashed breasts, when he wasn't tugging on her hair to enjoy the incredibly, infact, impossibly tight seal that her cervix bestowed on his throbbing cockhead. Her scent was pooling out of her freely now, and the same happened with him. He lost himself in her melting eyes for what felt like a few floating seconds, as their vocalizations, and the churning sensations of her walls and cervix on his swollen member, stroked his consciousness into a state of high. This state lasted through the next minute or so, and the thrusts that occured in it. His own eyes darkened, as his jaw clenched to allow his flaring nostrils shoot out hot and sharp breaths.

"Oh God!... Such a magnificent slut you are, Liv..."

Surprisingly, his tone itself wasn't sporting any sign of overt decadence yet, when he finally decided on constructing a sensible sentence. Andy had a better chance of remaining in control, no matter the depths of his impulses and desires, and he was proving his credentials at the moment. Once again, a lewd clap of his pubes against the quaking, mounds of her ass, announced another thrust. However, unlike the last explosive one, this one was more in line with the moderately escalating pace that he adopted, to augment the steady, grinding force that he favored for this session. Andy's hand soon left her hair, raking hot and fast through the sweaty outline of the exposed portions of her back. It was joined by the one on her quivering and pressurized breasts, and before long, since he was past teasing her, they both scraped ten, red, jagged lines, through the outline of her back, before clawing into the quivering mounds that were massaging his pubes and lower abdomen with every squashing thrust. He leaned back into a more upright position as he gripped her hips firmly. In control or not, a debauched chuckle rang out of Andy's throat as he slowed his pullback into a sizzling, grating, crawl.

"My little guy seems to be in love with that extra ring inside you as well..."

Hissing softly as his rod glided out deliciously, until only a quarter of it was left inside her, he ran his tongue through his lips and teeth, while running his eyes over the fresh scratches that his digits had left on her sweaty back. A ripple of desire and tension was rolling and gathering into a wave, inside the pit of his stomach; gradually, it was churning and waxing, and the way it was lighting his body with tightness and need was intoxicating. His rod had grinded to a halt now, leaving the exquisite snatching and squeezing movements of her cunt, and the rippling of the toy inside her ass, as the only stimulation he was getting in those moments. His claws sank inside her flesh even harder; perhaps, her ass would have some matching lines and even small cuts to the delicious handiwork of his, on her back.

"Time to fuck it proper..."

The almost whispering tone that he made that statement with, did not reflect the crushing grip that hands delivered on her ass, while his once receeding cock, jammed all the way in with a resounding thrust. The thrust was so hard and sudden, that even Andy couldn't restrain a short yelp of passion, before following it up with a guttural groan as he sharply pulled out for another wrenching slam. His eyes squeezed almost shot in mix of focus and effort, as sweat pooled on his brows. His breaths picked up their pace, shooting out in quick and sharp slices that were mixed in with his primal grunts. The second thrust came, and again, he relished the sight of her entire body quaking violently in response. Away from the parts of things that he could see though, was his rampaging cock. Almost in glee, after exercising restraint for so long, his cock swelled to a such a turgid extent, that Andy didn't even know if his skin stretched along with it, or if his slightly stretched cock was only bowing to the mad rush of blood that filled it, owing to his spiking pulse.

"Just like I promised, huh Liv?!"

For the first time, some of the lurking insanity and primal desire that Andy was apt to shun by his nature, in pursuit of experiencing pleasure with a calm head, leaked into his tone. There was no other way to describe things; the feeling of elation that pumped along with the blood exiting his heart, to circulate through every limb and fiber that he possessed, it was immaculate. His thrusts were positively violent at this point, and judging by the immense pressure that seemed to weight his entire groin, abdomen and cock down, even if he wanted to paint her insides with an explosive torrent of his goo as quickly as possible, he wouldn't have the easiest time doing it.

Except of course, he ploughed himself hard and fast enough inside her, that his cum would be forced through the pressure of both her walls, and his incredibly tense cock

"Aaaah! FUUuuCK!"

Forget restraint, damn it, infact. Andy was really unloading himself into Olivia now. One of his hands had slipped to wrap around the front of one of her thighs, instinctively rationalizing that it would provide a better grip, compared to her ass. Even as his primal side was taking over, he still recognized the need for a better anchor to the needy bitch pegged to his cock, in order to facilitate the now vicious thrusts that he was laying into her with no restraint. The table was scraping and creaking so much, adding another lewd layer to the orchestra of lustful sounds that their unholy fucking was producing. Forget her closest neighbors, Andy was sure, somewhere in the back of his resilient mind, that there was a good chance that half of the residents in the complex would be able to hear their lustful dance. That small, unshakeable compartment of his ever present calm mind, even in the storm of his primal copulation, wondered if one of those unfortunate fellows would finally snap and call the cops. Oh... Now, that would make for an interesting twist.

"This is what you wanted, huh?! You like it when I slam that muff with my all, HUH?!"

A guttural growl announced another escalation in his desire to break her in every way. His hands left her ass and thigh in a flash as he delivered another quaking thrust. Like the bite of a rattlesnake, they latched on to her shoulders, then pulled against them hard; yanking her upper body to a more upright position, and giving him a much better angle to penetrate her in the most intimate manner. There would be slightly less space to pull back his raging length, but with what his mind was screaming to him at the moment, it was a plus. With rapidly shooting breaths, he introduced the new variation to the classic position, to his bitch with three quick thrusts that were no less crunching as they were hard.

"Ugh! Work that cunt magic bitch! Come on! I wanna paint your womb right now! I know you want this as badly as I do!"

Andy's countenance had undergone an almost complete metamorphosis. He was now the actively aggressive, primal mate. The sporadic smacks and crunchy squelches that filled his ears were so hot, he felt his belly light up in fiery electricity. His hips kept jerking and pistoning back and forth, as a red tinge coated his sight. Clenching his teeth, he let out a harsh, long grunt as he gripped her shoulders so hard, one would be forgiven for thinking she was a literal lifeline to him, and he was afraid that she would slip away from his fingers. There was an undeniable air of authority, possession, and need in that grip, and it leaked into the next wave of rapid thrusts that follow.

"AaaAAAH! FUuuuck! So! Fucking! Tight!"

Squeezing his eyes shut, he felt his scrotum tighten in like manner, as a churning load slugged with immense pressure, into the swelling, trapped, and pistoning length of his rod. She was so tight and slippery, and her cervix was doing things to his ultra-sensitive tip, that he knew neither of them were designed to handle. It was essentially too much, in simple terms, but that was what made it a breathtaking experience for him, as his eyes began to blink on their own. His grip tightened on her shoulder, another notch, as he shot out an almost pained grunt. Due to the unnatural nature of their copulation was more stimulating than his first wet dream; in other words, he was more than ready to bust a load inside her depths as is. However, the more than one component of their dance that was not in accordance with God's natural design, ensured that his ripe load was essentially trapped in the length of his cock, especially near the head of it, that was being actively strangled by a ring of muscle designed to hold and push something that was a few times heavier, and more voluminous than a swollen cock. Even his mutant one.

"Fucking hell, baby! I've gotta cum! Right NOW! Come on! Be a good slut and help me cum! Come on! Lemme see that hellcat inside your soul!"

Andy's voice had considerable strain in it now. A combination of his pistoning efforts that would well put a fucking machine on full throttle to shame, as well as the overwhelming sensations emerging from his edging and abused prostate, made sure of that. His breaths changed from sporadic bursts to match his rapid thrusts, to gulping gasps, and guttural exhales. He didn't recognize when his gripping hands ended up pulling her body against his own, so that they were arching in an almost upright position, as his grunting wheezes accompanied his unrelenting thrusts, but he was grateful to feel her flush back against his chest. He could feel the impact of his crunching thrusts on his chest, through the quaking flesh on her back. That, coupled with her maddening scent that was aided and abetted by her apple scented incense, finally got him to that point where he could feel the fuses lighting in the back of his brain, as well as his balls, prostate, and strangled, pistoning tip.

"Oh, fuck!... Oh fuck... You're so... Fucking..."

He couldn't complete the sentence, instead, he felt his neck arching upwards. His vision swam, as blurry images of the ceiling bled into eachother. Soon, he closed his eyes and he could feel the lazy slug of highly pressurized cum begin to move. It forced it's way from the base of his shaft, through the length of his shaft, until it got stuck at the strangled tip. Andy was so oversensitive at this point, that the stray brushes of her hair against his skin, felt like a million tickles.

"Liv..."

His tone grew shallow, mostly consumed by his breaths as his eyes shut. His entire body rerouted every ounce of it's consciousness and energy, to the tip of his cock. What ensued next , could only be described as a transcendent experience. It was like w trance; all Andy could feel was the several slashes of pleasure that cut through his spine and abdomen, to radiate through his entire frame. His other senses seemed to shut down as his eyes squeezed shut. He could hear the cacophony of lustful sounds, and at the same time, they were immaterial. The same went for the constant queer of lust and sin that hung over them both.

With a hot gasp, the first thunder of pleasure crashed into him. He felt his back stiffen, as his entire body locked in undescribable delight. His pubes were mashing against her ass as this happened, which meant that his cock was as deep inside her as possible. Knowing that, understanding it. It was enough to make a dreamy grunt glow from the depths of his throat as he threw his head back with his eyes still squeezed shut to heightened his senses. The first stream was an explosion, a hard, pressurized jet of cum that translated as a stream of electric pleasure for him. He lost track of time, he couldn't even estimate how long it lasted for. Like a puppet being jerked, he jerked back to slam himself in for the second stream. Once again, as his marking essence flowed out of him to pool in her womb, he was in transcendent bliss. Again, and again, he repeated the process, until at one point, his eyes peeled open, and a haze of immaculately blazing heat from the union of their sinful bodies, washed over his entire body.

Letting go of her, he collapsed against her, pressing his weight against her back as his chest heaved to suck in some much needed oxygen. His eyes glazed open and closed for several intervals. Glistening dews of sweat on her skin looked like pearls to him, and the outline of her hair that he could catch with his breaths a few inches away from her left cheek and ear, were a soothing balm to the aftereffects of such a mighty exertion. Truthfully, he was wondering in retrospect, how the table that they were both lying their upper bodies on, was still standing.

After what felt like a tour of paradise to him, he stirred to his feet, hissing softly, as his semi-erect cock glided out of her with a plop, and a small gush of leaking cum. He examined her heaving frame in it's full glory; enjoying the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, and the exciting sight of his cum leaking out of her jealous slit. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he felt that twist in his heart again. This time, it wasn't a short or quick stab; it was a soft and steady wave that waxed, when he positioned her on her knees between his part thighs, as he loomed over her with a knowing grin while sitting on the table.

With delicacy, his fingers ran possessively over the left side of her cheek. His metallic eyes were dark, but they had something akin to fondness in them. His other hand supported her back in a firm but gentle way. With a small wink, he began;

"Liv... You're the best bitch a man could ever ask for. Trust me, as much as I want to feel you clean up that fine mess on my cock, I want to let you do it, because you'd enjoy it as well..."

The roaming hand on her cheek soon caught her earlobe between it's thumb and forefinger, as he whispered in a deep tone laced with light overtones. His eyes were locked against hers, as he tilted her chin upwards with the same exploring hand.

"Now come on, Liv. Time for the other half of your reward... You know? If you keep this up, you just might grow to become my favorite..."

A sinister chuckle played on his lips, as he nudged her towards his lazily bobbing cock, with the hand on her back.

 

[TheSluttyBanshee]

All reason and logic was taken from her. Her mind was nothing but a blurry haze that couldn’t think on anything other than the sensations being done to her. Her ears tensed to focus on the sound of his breaths. Each grunt, wheeze, and sharp gasp lit her skin on fire and sunk deep into her flesh. Her body tingled with electricity that made her nipples ache like his fingers were pulled on them when only table and a single possessive hand held them. He pulled on her hair like a leash to force her head to stay lifted so he could see the pleasure in her eyes as they turned dim and stupid as his cock rotted her brain.

All memories of her neighbors, especially Mark, were fucked out of her. Her promise to keep quiet to please her creepy neighbor were forgotten as Olivia made Agony hear every ounce of pleasure he‘d thrust into her. Her bouncing flesh and sopping wet cunt weren’t enough to tell him the pure bliss his cock brought her. He deserved every sordid detail of her slutty body. From the thin film of sweat on her skin to the ocean that dripped down her thighs with each thrust. Her mouth left in a constant state of being open as pleasure made her voice claw at her own throat with deep claws that tore her inner flesh raw. Drool ran down the corner of her mouth as her moans took over all other functions of her mouth as both toy and flesh rendered her into something less than human.

Her muscles ached and her stomach burned hotter the tighter it became. Her body screamed and demanded a break, but her pussy of all places refused to listen to the rest of her. If anything, the aches and burns along her body just made her slutty sex more eager for the cock reaching impossible depths inside her. Her hips tried to fuck him back, trying to keep him deep inside her so her cervix could milk his head, and give her broken womb the cum it always craved. All while she could hear the inhuman wetness of her cunt as her attacker violated her in every way she needed it.

His hands abused her body with pains so addictive that her pussy would squeeze him for every pull of her hair or possessive squeeze of her breasts. He was beyond terrifying for he was master at pain. The name she knew him as couldn’t describe him more perfect. He was Agony, a master of pain and flesh. His hand was capable of pains that made her scream for mercy or made her scream for more. Her scalp ached from the leash of hair in his fist for when his hand wasn’t actively pulling back on her like the reins of a horse, his hips riding her bounced her body so her hair constantly pulled on her scalp. The difference was just how much pain he wanted to make her feel. Even her tender breast suffered under his hand. His greedy, possessive hold made the flesh meant for men’s greedy hands sore as he refused to make her forget just how strong he was by engraving unforgettable strength into her breast that she’d feel hours after he was done with playing with his doll.

Even the way he spoke brought her unimaginable pleasure. No man’s voice calling her a slut sounded so intoxicating then his. His ability to string words into sentences was far more advanced than Olivia’s capabilities. “I. Fucking. Ahhh! Love. Ahh-ahhh! This. Mmh-ahhh! Cock!” Olivia’s voice shook from the sheer power of his hips as his cock punctuated each word as he hit the back of her womb. Olivia’s eager moans spiked as his hips escalated. The mounds of ass bounced against his midsection less aggressively compared to his harder, explosive thrusts, but more rapidly as he changed how he wanted to fuck her needy cunt. Her stomach was tightening…a deep need to cum rising within as she could feel pressure building inside her. She was so close. He was gonna make her cum!

A moment of confusion struck her as Agony’s hands retreated from her breast and let go of her long hair. Her breast instantly missed the warmth and possessive grip of his hand, but she could still feel pressure against her swollen mound like the hand of a ghost still fondled her. Her scalp instantly felt relief without pressure tugging on her nerves, but her body quickly grown to miss the sweet pain his hands forced upon her. Even his hips stopped ravaging her insides, making her feel this thick rod throbbing inside her. Part of her pussy was thankful for the break as she could feel a dull soreness creep into her skin, but her insides stubbornly demanded more when her creeping orgasm was suddenly stolen from her. “Mmmm, no please…don’t stop…” She whined as she wiggled her hips, trying to keep chasing that orgasm that quickly died in the pit of her stomach. “Fuuuck…I was so close…” She whined childishly, the pain of her lost orgasm in her voice as her pussy stubbornly fought to convince him to keep fucking her. Her walls angrily gripped his cock, squeezing and sucking in demand to feel more friction. Her pussy lips throbbed around his leg, the tight hole squeezed his base. Her greedy cunt wasn’t satisfied just massaging his length, but demanded to feel his tip fuck her cervix and make her shower his cock in her cum.

Despite her pussy aggressively tingling and begging for more attention than just keeping his cock warm, there was more of her greedy, slutty body that craved him. Her skin ached for abuse, begged for more pain, and Agony would give her the scars she longed for. A sudden, loud moan shot out of her as she felt claws latch onto her skin. Her eyes widened and her voice shook from the unexpected feeling of his nails digging into the backs of her shoulders. His nails racked down her back. He carved tiger stripes down her back, carving a reminder of what she let him do to her that’ll sting her skin for days after he was done with her. His claws made her groan with sweet pain as the vibrating toy deep in her ass pulsed inside her and forced her pussy to keep tight so his cock could feel it through her squeezing walls. Her moans spiked as his nails reached her perfect, swollen ass. His lines carved into her skin and she hissed as she could even feel her skin tear in her tender flesh. Some of her stripes showed the slightest deep red of what laid beneath her skin and teased his gaze of what shade of red her muscles were.

A breath of air left her as his whisper sent chills down her spine. Her eyes widened as she realized all this time…he was taking it easy on her. Even the warning wasn’t enough to prepare her for what he was about to do to her.

The sudden hard thrust shot through her body so hard and sudden that Olivia‘s eyes widened to their fullest extent. Her entire body shot forward with such force that the table beneath her lifted so high she thought both her and the table would be tumbling down. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” Her shocked moan so loud that she could hear her voice fill her entire apartment and knew this time…they all heard her. The thin walls of these old, cheap apartments couldn’t keep her cry out. Her neighbor heard her even when Agony seemingly took it easy on her, but now…when his entire cock rammed itself in its entirely through her clamped walls, slammed into her cervix so hard she was forced to open for him, and his head hit the back of her womb with so much force she thought he might just go through it entirely...there wasn’t going to be a soul in the entire complex that wouldn’t hear her screams.

The building orgasm inside her came out of her just as suddenly as he thrusted into her. Her eyes rolling up as her voice cracked and shook. Her insides spasmed and contracted along his cock, massaging his length as she came. A torrent of her sweet nectar didn’t just soak his cock, she showered it. Her pussy letting out cum that soaked every inch of his length, showered his crotch, and even ensured his balls were soaked in her sweet cum. And, she couldn’t stop cumming…

His cock showed her no mercy. His hips already pulling back, forcing the table’s legs back on the ground, before she could even recover from the first thrust just to give her another mind shattering thrust. “Ag! Ony!” She mindlessly screamed his name in between the brutal, feral, primal thrusts. Her poor cunt quickly grew sore from the abuse, but she clamped down on his cock harder than ever. Cum still leaking out of her as each thrust forced her orgasm to last longer, keeping her in that constant state of intense peak pleasure that kept her cumming for each thrust he gave her. Her tight walls becoming as tight as a vice as her pussy rewarded his abuse. The tight ring of her cervix tightening with a suffocating tightness that might of made an inferior cock struggle to handle. The pain, the ache, the torment of his brutal cock was a new pleasure unlike anything she’s felt before.

Her mind was spinning and yet so light and free that she realized she was experiencing a new kind of high. Every needle that punctuated her skin couldn’t compare to it. The drugs coursing through her veins that took her away from a cruel world couldn’t steal her like this. He fucked more than her brain out of her. Her very soul was being taken from her. The pain of his brutal cock sending jolts of aches that spiced her moans just made her tighter, sucked harder…wetter than she’s ever thought possible. Her own arousal ran down her legs like a river of sin. Not even cum stained her legs yet, it was just her pussy drooling over a abusive cock and feral, wild beast of a man violating every law of biological to fuck her like no woman’s been fucked before. He tore through her every possible barrier, hit the back of her womb with such force she was terrified he’d tear through her and the rest of her organs would be his to fuck. A fear that would of been irrational before, but now a very real threat. Yet, he reached depths no man could ever quite hit. Her most sensitive spots tormented so wonderfully that despite the deep fear and pain…she couldn’t stop. In fact, she just wanted more. A delicious concoction of sweet pain, fear, confusion, and pleasure she never knew was possible…only an impossible man could do this to her.

She could feel his cock swelling inside her. Even his blood came turned her, determining to torture and ruin her till she was a slave to his cock. The addiction she was trying to starve off came back in full force, but it wasn’t for any drug or just sex with any stranger who’d have her. She was addicted…to Agony. She hated him, wanted to hurt him for the things he did to her. The second she was boring to him, he’d kill her. He’d kill her and throw her aside like she was nothing but trash even while his cock ravaged her insides like her cunt was the most addictive pussy he’s raped. She had to kill him first. Before tonight, she was already struggling to cope being in a world without having a man who could fuck her as well as he did, but now…now she could feel him cementing himself into her very DNA. She wouldn’t be able to live without this cock. She wouldn’t have the strength to go through every day knowing his cock couldn’t fuck her like this ever again. He was brainwashing her, conditioning her, rewriting her, whatever fucking term you wanted to use. He was ensuring his survival by giving her sex he knew no other man could give her. No man could reach this deep, fuck this hard, make his cock this fucking thick for her…meth had been a hell of an addiction to kick, but meth was always going to be there when she slipped. She’d have a way to indulge in it if the need ever came too great. But she’d never get this cock again. Never feel this high again, the pure utter euphoria he could bring her. She’d hesitate the next time she tried to kill him. She’d feel a need to let him hurt her, torture her…maybe even kill her if it meant feeling his cock again. She was trapped, addicted to his cock, addicted to him…his slave to rape, his toy to break…his…forever.

His hand let go of her ass to grab her thigh instead, using his sex doll as every thrust forced more of her cum out. The rivers of her arousal running down her legs became something like waterfalls as her cum explored the back of her legs. His roars of pleasure, his filthy words encouraged her to keep going even as her vision began to darken and her head spun even faster. Speech was difficult before, but now she couldn’t speak at all. The only language she knew was a series of desperate pants for air, groans of need, moans of pleasure, and shaking breaths only an intense orgasm could make. Even as he asked if this was what she wanted, all Olivia could muster was a shaking, hoarse, “Aaah-huuuuuh!“ that was a mockery of a verbal agreement. However, a guttural growl that made her spine tingle and her hips push back even harder was a warning that he was going to push it even further…she didn’t know how much more she could take, but she had to keep going. She had to keep discovering pleasure that no mortal woman was meant to experience.

His hands suddenly left his ass and thigh and gave her another thrust to made her cling onto the table for dear life in fear he’d fuck her right off of it with a high-pitched cry of pleasure. His hands latched onto her shoulders so quickly, her slowed, stupid mind couldn’t comprehend what happened. Then, all she felt was pain in her shoulders. “Ahhhhh!” She shouted in pain as he yanked so hard that she thought her shoulders would pop out of their sockets. She was forced to sit up from the table, her breasts free from the smothering heat of her body and the table. His thrusts forced them to bounce and made breath even harder when their weight constantly forced the air out of her lungs. Yet, the angle forced a more intimate and personal moment. His length was forever wedged deep inside her and now, her hips could directly help her stud breed her.

Without him having to even say it, Olivia worked her “cunt magic” on him. Her hips rolled into his, matching his rapid, deep thrusts with her own. She closed her eyes and lifted her head, trying to let her rapid breaths get some air into her lungs even as her breasts bounced. The sound of her cunt almost seemed inhuman from how deep and rapidly they were fucking each other. Her cervix milked his tip, her hips helping him fuck it as an active effort to get his seed inside of her. While her walls tightened, tensed, and kept sucking on his cock like a vaccum. Her pussy attempted to suck the cum on of his balls, desperate for him to breed his bitch, and fill her belly with his pups. The change in position somehow forced more blood to her brain as she finally managed to speak with his need to cum in her. “Ca-cum! Ca-ca-cum! In! M-meeee! Oh, fuck! Ca-cum in mmeee! I-I need it! I-I need your cum in my fucking womb!”

Olivia’s breaths began to squeak with desperation. Her moans cracked and were broken by the desperate whines of a bitch in heat, begging for cum inside her. His hands held her shoulders so possessively, it was like he was terrified she’d slip from his fingers when he was so close to breeding his bitch. She wouldn’t dare deprive herself of this moment. She wouldn’t dare deny this feral beast the right to breed her pussy and pump her womb full of his hot cum. She was so stiff in his arms as her only concern was getting him to cum in her. Her hips desperately bucking back, her ass bouncing against his midsection, as her pussy refused to stop till he reached his peak.

A hot gasp shot out of her as he told her that he needed to cum right then. She could hear the strain in his voice, the deperate sound of a man so close to cumming, but needing one last push to fulfill his primal purpose. The thin layers of sweat on her body became more solid, her sweet scent paired beautifully with the smell of apple in the air as she leaned her body back into his. Her body nearly stood completely as she let her head fall back on his shoulder with her arching back testing the flexibility of her spine. “Cum in me! Fucking cum in me!“ She whined, desperately near his ear. Not so close to render him deaf, but enough to make him hear every ounce of need dripping out of her voice. She needed him to cum in her. She needed to feel his thick, creamy load make a mess of her insides. They belonged to him, so he should make them take his load. “Give it to me! Give me that fucking cum!” She growled, the hellcat clawed out of her skin as her hips aggressively rolled back into him. He could stop fucking her completely and her hips would make it feel like nothing had changed with how hard and eager she made her pussy milk his cock. Her walls massaging his length, sucking, tugging, and hugging every inch of his shaft with a virgin like grip as her cervix milked his tip like a machine meant for collecting his cum. “Fucking cum! Cum in meeee! Come on, baby, give me your cum! I want it! I wanna feel you make my insides a mess! I. Want. Your. Cum. Now!”

Together they reached a moment of transcendence. Not even moans came out of either of them. Both consumed by breaths as every ounce of their beings came together for this one moment. All her senses shut down with his. Her arms, her legs, her chest, even her hips had all vanished from existence. All the remained was her hungry cunt as a cock invaded it. Her clit ached with a need so unbearable that only his cum would give her only ounce of relief. Olivia even stopped breathing, becoming a true sex machine as breath eventually no longer matter anymore. All that mattered was milking the cock inside her like it was her sole purpose. Her muscles contracting and hyper focusing on the cock seconds away from exloding inside her. All her energy, focus, and strength went into ensuring her monstrous lover saw God himself.

Only his gasp allowed her to finally breathe again. Her lungs suddenly filling up with air as she numbed herself to the horrific burn within them. Instincts drove her, as if knowing what was about to happen before he did. Her hips pushed back on him. Her thighs spreading apart just so she could force her hips harder against him and ensure every single inch of him was inside of her. His tip pressed hard against the back of her womb and finally…she felt it.

“Ahhhh! Oh, fuck! Yes! Ahhh-ahhh!“ In that moment, they came together. Her pussy showering him in a fresh layer of her sweet cum just as she felt the first thick rope of cum shower the back of her womb. Her eyes crossed as she felt his cum fill her, each rope aggressively shooting inside her while his hips ensured he fucked his cum as deep into her as he could. She quickly lost count of how many ropes he gave her and she lost track of time just as quickly. Simply holding still as she moaned for each thrust and each new rope of cum that filled her womb. She could feel a deep warmth inside her as he filled her. Her womb stretched to fit all his cum inside her, her stomach even bulged a little as his tip forced every drop to stay inside her. Her mind spun so hard that she couldn’t tell if he ever stopped cumming even as her body gave out and they collapsed against each other.

The second his body gave out, her’s instantly found the table forever stained in her sweat. Her back was so tired of bending and her legs tired of standing, but she needed the table just a little bit longer. Her eyes glazed over with his and she slowly closed them to just try to catch up on her breaths. His own breaths tickled her ear as her rutting stud filled his bitch and now reveled in the high of an intense orgasm. How the table could still be standing after all this would be one of the world’s biggest mysteries...

Olivia couldn’t possibly think of moving. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but she went through an entire journey from mind-shattering pleasure to somewhat waking up to the real world. She whined as her sore pussy ached from his cock pulling back. Her body tensed, not fighting to let him pull out of her as her tired and sore pussy begged for a break now that cum soaked her insides. As he pulled out, the plug that kept all his cum inside was undone and she felt her canal quickly being overwhelmed by cum. As his cock freed itself with a wet pop, his cum escaped from her pussy in thick globs. His seed quickly covering her bare pussy lips and joining the rest of her fluids down her thighs.

“Mmm…” She stubbornly resisted moving, but his fingers against her cheek caused her exhausted eye to look up at him. His touch was possessive and his eyes were dark, but she was stunned by the look in them. Was that…fondness? She didn’t know what to make of that look, but her eyes showed the flutter in her heart along her surprise. Though, her exhaustion wouldn’t make either shine as brightly as they would normally. Even his hand supported her back in an unexpected moment of tender kindness. She looked up at him, confused how he seemed so…normal…and sweet right now. Even his wink caused her red face to redden a little more.

She weakly laughed as his attempt to compliment her still came with regarding her as his bitch. Not quite a romantic moment she envisioned, but far more than she ever expected with him. “Mmm…you’re sweet.“ She playfully and thankfully, but weakly retorted, both for the compliment and his gracious offering to let her clean up the mess on his cock. She felt some strength return with the idea of getting to taste his cum and her pussy on his cock, but it was him trapping her earlobe between his fingers and his whisper as he tilted her head up at him that caught her attention. She seemed almost surprised by him implying that she could become a favorite of his.

Would that be the key to her surival? Could she truly get the best of both worlds by getting his perfect cock and get a chance to see the rest of her life play out? She didn’t know if he was just swimming in hormones like she was and made empty prospects for her that he’d take back once his rational mind came back or…if there was truly a way for them to find some kind of happy relationship together. A fucked up one without doubt, but one of passion and intensity that could rival legend. She couldn’t get her hopes up, but right now, she‘d rather not spoil this high with ‘what ifs’, but rather indulge a little more.

She’d chuckle with him, but hers had a more flirtatious sound rather than a sinister one. “Mmm…If you loved my pussy that much, then just wait till you see what my mouth can do. I’ll be your favorite bitch before you know it…” She teased him back as she turned to face him. Her legs shook and her knees knocked together as she moved, so when he nudged her towards his cock, she was more than happy to drop to her knees and give her legs a break from standing.

The second his cock was in front of her, Olivia’s mouth already opened, eager to taste it like a trained whore, but she held back just a little bit. Her main goal was to clean it first…then she’d wrap her lips around him and it’ll be her turn to show off.

Her mouth watered as she saw his cock dripping with her pussy juice and cum. Her tongue wouldn’t hesitate escaping her lips, but she’d slow her excitement down just a little. Her eyes looked up at him as she slowly ran her tongue from the base of his length to its tip. Her tongue savoring the taste of him. Her lips pressed into the side of his cock as she moaned into it, letting her voice viberate against it like the toy still buzzing in her ass, as she tasted her sweet pussy on his masculine rod. “Fuck…we taste amazing together…” She’d whisper against his shaft before her tongue slowly licked more of them off of him.

He had such a natural strong taste, but her pussy and her cum just made him even sweeter and his cum gave him a saltiness that tasted better than any meal she’s had recently. “Oh fuck…” She moaned hungrily into him, seemingly her appetite got awakened by their taste. Her tongue followed the length of his shaft, traced his veins, and throughly cleaned every drop of cum and pussy juice she could find. Her tongue showing off its flexibility with how she could curl it around his girth almost completely. Had he been a smaller man, she just might of been able to. She wasn’t afraid to let his cock touch her cheek and even planted kisses on it, silently thanking it for the pleasure it brought her.

Her tongue found his tip eventually and gave it special attention. Her tongue circled his tip, spiraling around it while her eyes shamelessly looked up at him while she did. She’d press her tongue against his slit and pressed hard against it, ensuring to push out any cum that might just be shy of escaping to make sure she got it in an act of glutton. She‘d give his tip a kiss and even part her lips for him. She’d press his tip against them, letting him feel how soft her lips were as she’d trace them with his head like she wanted to use his pre-cum or whatever little cum he had left for lipstick. She let her warm breath wash over his head as she lowered her head about to swallow him…

But, she’d pull back at the last second. She’d chuckle mischievously, knowing that trick worked for teasing men in fun ways for her before, but decided to focus on another part of him instead.

She lowered her head even further below his cock. Her hand came to stroke his length as she let it rest against her face. Her tongue…found his freshly emptied balls. Her tongue laid out and slowly lapped against his sack, dutifully cleaning his balls from her cum. Her eyes looked up at him as she‘d circle each ball on her tongue and even lowered her head a little more. She used her tongue to usher one of his balls to her lips. She’d kiss it and then open her lips to gently suck on it, letting her lips nosily suck, but careful to take good care of the ball in her mouth. This was far from her first time doing this…

Slowly, she’d let go of his ball and let her tongue use his seam to naturally find her way up his length. She’d follow his veins until she found herself at his tip again. Olivia smiled up at him before slowly opening her mouth, lowering her head as she let her tongue give him a red carpet invitation into the warmth of her mouth. She slowly inched closer and closer, her lips just about to wrap around his tip…


A sudden loud, hard series of knocks slammed against her door. The fist pounding so hard that the wood on the door cracked and the hinges creaked. The sheer power of the knocks nearly knocked her flimsy door of its hinges as a familar, but rage induced voice shouted through it.

“You fucking bitch! I told you to keep your whore mouth quiet! Open this fucking door!“

Her eyes widened and a look of fear shot in her face as she looked towards the door. “Shit…Mike…” She whispered under her breath with a slight shake. Her neighbor clearly being someone she feared and from the sheer force of his knock, it wasn’t hard to see why.

 

[Deranged]

Power in reality, came in different forms. It was something that Andy who was gradually regaining more of his controlled vibe from Agony's rabid mental incursions, mused about as he watched his prey's eyes glaze and brighten with his twisted praise. Oh, how he enjoyed toying with this woman. Of course, breaking and using her slutty body was an exquisite pleasure, but Olivia offered far more than a juicy and entrancing wedge between her legs. It was true that she was blessed with 'assets' in other aspects of her physical form too, but other than the physical aspect, Olivia's mind was a beautiful and satisfactory playground for Andy's violating mental sports. They say that the eyes are windows to the soul, and the satisfied predator couldn't agree more when he saw Olivia's eyes gleam as she chuckled in response to his complement. He could tell; she might have various fantasies of eating his heart after carving it out from his chest in cold blood, but the dawning reality of the matter was that his mental incursions into her psyche were gradually begining to have pronounced effects on her, as well as her perception of him.

Even before she mentioned her mouth, Andy was already feeling the lazy flaps that the butterflies of excitement and anticipation were making in his gut. If her luxurious suction on his fingers was any indication, then Olivia's holes, all of them, were honeypots worth maintaining, stimulating, and plundering without remorse or restraint. A dark grin climbed up his lips as he watched her spent frame laze into the position that got every man's heart racing. There she was; swaying to his nudges with an alluring pliancy as she appeared to shiver slightly at the sight of his gradually stiffening, and re-energized member.

The moment her sparkling and devious eyes crawled up to latch into his own, he realized that Olivia knew exactly what she was doing in her current exciting position on her knees before him. He could've sworn that his heart lurched slightly, it was his flaccid cock though, that bobbed faintly for sure, in response to her teasing and apparent expertise in all aspects of blowjobs. Boy, she was yet to connect any part of those soft, full lips on his sensitive skin, and his heart was already setting the gears in motion for pumping the required amount of blood into his flaccid cock to restore it's fully erect glory. The warmth and lubricative feel of her velvety tongue running the length of his shaft was something he knew he wouldn't forget so soon. By the time her soft lips were pressing against the side of his shaft with deliberate eroticism, he was already semi-hard, and commending himself for keeping her alive up till this point.

"I bet we do," he grinned in response to her devious whisper, then his mind was arrested once more by the exquisite sensations that her obviously trained mouth was filling up his firing nerves with. His breaths manged to stay even, which was a feat in itself, since Olivia's oral skills were something to behold. However, he couldn't stop the primal heat of desire and arousal that gradually seeped into every fiber he possessed, in response to her oral ministrations. His eyes couldn't leave her face, taking a particularly fascinated interest in her diligently working mouth as she sensually went about the business of introducing him to oral pleasures that he'd never experienced till now.

The even rhythm of his breaths began to fray with each subsequent moan that she pressed against the sensitive skin of his hardening rod. Reluctant prey or not, Olivia no doubt, had a primal side in the business of carnality, like him. It was obvious that the heady scent and taste of their mixed juices was the trigger to that side of her, and truth be told, the way she began working that flexible tongue of hers afterwards, got his own blood simmering with the heat of his own primally predatory tendencies. A Few deep breaths were all he could do not to shoot sporadic animalistic grunts in response to the increasingly arousing stimulation of her cleaning routine; however, the longer she worked on his shaft for, the more he found it difficult to restrain those rewarding, biologically programmed vocal responses to her mouth's attention.

"Damn! Whoop! You're good."

He confirmed with a dark chuckle, when her enterprising tongue finally located his already oversensitive tip. The sensations that swirled around his gut and spine in response to the swirling motions of her tongue on his tip were almost unbearable. Infact, he was almost convinced that any other persona of his would've done what ninety percent of men would do in the face of such confounding stimulation; grab fistfuls of her hair and use it to throw her head around in whatever direction they saw fit. His grunts were becoming more constant too, as his breaths increased in pace. His eyes would continue to smirk down on hers mischievously though. It was ironic that a godforsaken man like him would think it, but Olivia looked like an angel as she dutifully lavished his cock with oral attention of the most stimulating degree.

Andy managed to hold it together in a general sense, but when she teasingly ceased her actions only to dive lower, his heart was punching against his ribcage with a ferocity that scared even him. There was no doubt in his mind that he would've spurted copious rounds of creamy ropes all over her face in that moment, if he wasn't so freshly emptied. Olivia seemed to be aware of his inability to cum again so soon since his balls were currently empty, and being the greedy cumslut that she was, seemed intent to solve that problem by coaxing hot and slugging streams of fresh batter into the reservoir of his balls that tingled with the lewd attention they were greedily receiving.

"Oh... Oh God, you're a natural, Liv."

It was a feat for him to be able to speak without howling like a rutting wolf, yet, he managed it well. Although, his steely eyes were not without a mounting wave of depravity sloshing around inside them. Steadily, deliberately, and with incredibly erotic command, Olivia worked his rod and arousal into raging affairs. She was good. No, she was incredible. She knew exactly what she was doing, and was aware that she was working his tortured nerves into a climax that was to be the liquid pleasure of feeling his cock snake into the warm suction of her mouth proper. His heart was jamming dangerously hard against his chest. He has always been a good tease, but never before, had he himself been teased to the edge of desperation like this. When she flicked her tongue at his tip once again, and lined up the pout of her full lips with it, he wasn't sure that he would be able to endure another teasing motion from her.

It was finally going to happen! He could feel the damp heat of her breaths tickling the tortured nerves of his sensitive tip, eliciting little grunts of excitement and impatience from him. When the flexible probe of her tongue sensually caressed the underside of his shaft, his heart lurched; for sure this time, and his now bright eyes made sure to communicate the level of arousal she was making him experience to her own devious brown orbs. The tantalizing glide of her tongue down the length of his shaft as she teasingly lowered herself to give him a proverbial red carpet entrance to the mind-blowing mysteries of her enticingly open mouth, was almost too much to bear. Everything in him was screaming at him to wrap his fists into her hair, and use it to force her head down his cock. However, he ruled his impulses, not the other way around. Besides, he was enjoying being properly teased and overstimulated for once.

It was finally going to happen!

It was possible that Andy missed the first round of explosive bangs on the door. So wrapped was his mind in the sexual and suggestive haze that Olivia's torturously good ministrations had left it in, that all he could experience were the exquisite sensations of Olivia's wet tongue, warm breaths, and soft fingers on his cock. His eyes were so hung on the image of her dutifully working frame, that it took the sudden look of apprehension that flashed across her confidently slutty face to shock his senses to reality. Like a winding tape, his mind slowly reviewed the barked words, eliciting a grin from him. It was small at first, but then, as he made sense of the situation, it began to grow.

When her eyes finally left his, the spell of transcendent bliss was broken, and it was all because of the name that Olivia whispered next; Mike...

His eyes flashed across the image of his straining lance; it glistened with her viscous spit as it strained and bobbed in protest, raging about being denied the pleasure it had been promised. In a smooth move, Andy got up, eyeing the violently rattling door that seemed to be oozing splinters by the second.
"Mike huh? Such an interesting neighbor you have, Liv," he chuckled, it was laced with dark undertones, but deceptively light and amused overtones. He still didn't bother zipping his fly or pulling his pants up. Instead, he actually kicked them off with a bit of a childish laugh. He could see, feel, and smell the globs of Olivia's sexy lube as they bounced off his bobbing shaft. Turning to her directly, he reached his palms under her arms, and with seemingly no effort, pulled her to her feet; pinching her chin with his forefinger and thumb for about a second as he beamed down a wolfish grin directly on her. It was a small reward for the salacious delights she had bestowed upon him in the last few minutes.

"Come then, Cupcake. Let's go say hello to big, bad, Mikey."

With that, he turned on his heel, swinging her around and off her feet in a dance-like swing as he turned to face the door, and began to walk towards it. He nudged her along all through the short walk, then, in a wave of calm and cool, unlocked the door and twisted the knob to open it. His opening of the door coincided with one of Mike's attempted angry pounds, so that the latter ended up swinging his fists at thin air, and stumbling towards the pair. Andy though, was all smiles. It was more of a devious, wolfish grin though, as he stood there, proud and tall; his 8 inch rod bobbing proudly with viscous coatings of Olivia's spit hugging it's length desperately. His eyes roamed the figure of Mike to find his eyes, a subtle intensity lacing his wolfish grin.

"Hey man. Did we get your boxers in a twist?"

Andy chuckled darkly after his greeting quip. He placed one possessive palm on Olivia's left shoulder; flicking his thumb delicately over the soft, sweat-coated skin of it. Mike just interrupted what would've been a surreal oral experience for him, and truth be told, it gave him a few ideas about what he should do about it. He was yet to decide on any particular action though, but it was no worry. He had a motto for situations like this.

If you won't act, just react.

 

[TheSluttyBanshee]

If there was one thing she loved about men, it was the subtle reactions they made when presented with a whore that was eager to please. She hated how easy it was to Agony to drive her into this state, but all her anger, hatred, and violent thoughts towards him died quickly with the drunken lust still invading her every move. Even with her pussy throughly fucked and soaked with cum, she hungered for more and was all too eager to put her other holes to use. She never hated someone as much as she hated Agony, not even Saw, but it hate didn’t seem to quell the cock hungry whore that lurked just beneath her skin. All it took for Agony to tame her was the right touches, the right uses of his tongue, and putting his big fucking cock to use. It was too fucking easy…

Just watching his flaccid cock twitch at the mention of her mouth made her stomach hungered for a meal she hadn’t had in a long time. Her favorite sight was watching a man’s cock get hard for her and Agony’s was a particularly wonderful sight. For all her hate for him, she’s never experienced pleasure like this. No man made her cunt this satisfied and eager to be dripping with his cum and she could feel her jealous mouth ache to know what he’d feel like down her throat. From a man like him, she wasn’t at all surprised his cock hardened and grew as quickly as it did. She’d bet money his balls were already full again and needed a new hole to lessen his burdens into. With his cock so eagerly awaiting to see if she truly was as skilled as she made herself to be, she didn’t waste time depriving him of her skillful tongue.

A little grin grew across her lips as she’d hear Agony praise her as her tongue teased his oversensitive tip. She’d refuse to let her tongue stop, but she was a bit surprised he hadn’t done what any other man would’ve in his place. Any man she did these things to would usually grab a fistful of her hair and force their cocks down her throat. Sometimes going as far as to turn her mouth into their personal fleshlight and all she’d have to do was be a good girl and keep her mouth open till cum either shot into her stomach or splattered across her face. Part of her kind of hoped he would. She loved feeling that primal instinct to breed being forced down her throat. She loved feeling her throat being forced open, the feeling of a cock ravaging it like it was another cunt to breed, the feeling of hips making her lips sore, and balls smacking against her chin…

God, she wanted that…she couldn’t imagine how amazing Agony would feel after what he did with her pussy…

But, at the end of the day, whether Agony allowed Olivia to work as she intended to or cut her short with one hard thrust, she wouldn’t complain. Just so long as his thick, hard cock ended up in her mouth.

She felt her spine tingle as he’d go as far as to call her a natural as she ensured his balls weren’t neglected and would be filled with enough cum for her dinner. To hear this monster praise her gave her a sick satisfaction. She wanted to hear more praises. A deep longing to be loved for what she did best. Her heart jumped with excitement over it, but she’d feel a great shame come with it.

Why? Why was she happy to hear him of all people praise her? Why did she long to hear more of it? Why did she want him to pet her head and call her a good girl while her mouth sucked his balls? God, she was sick…

This monster probably wouldn’t murder her after how pleased she made him thus far, but it didn’t mean she was safe forever. He could come back. Rape her. Murder her…and she was still here ol’ so loyally sucking his balls and longing for his praises.

The excitement in his eyes, the way he breathed even…she needed to give this to him. She needed to give him her throat and let him fuck her face. She had no other tricks with her tongue to show him that was worth waiting another damn second. She was ready and needed to feel his cum run down her throat. When she was finally ready to let him inside and make him feel the warmth and hunger of her mouth…all the excitement between them died the second her door began to crack beneath a pounding fist.

At first, she wanted to believe she was just hearing things just based on the lack of reaction from Agony, but no amount of lying to herself could hide the sound of Mike’s voice. Fear danced across her eyes. Not just fear for Mike, but fear for upsetting Agony for being seconds away from giving him what she spent so long teasing him for. There was a confused and conflicted look in her eyes. Should she keep going just to avoid pissing off Agony? But, if she did, Mike would break down her door. She’s never seen Mike this angry before. His fist breaking through the cheap wood door like it was basically cardboard to him. She knew Mike was crazy, but not this crazy.

Then, there was the other horrifying fact. Agony was still here. His cock still hard and waiting for her. And now Olivia was faced with a realization that she didn’t know which man was crazier. The murderer standing before her or the soon-to-be murderer banging on her door. Agony had strange abilities at his disposal, but Mike was a big guy and a royally pissed off one at that. It didn’t matter which would come out on top if a fight were to come down…Olivia would be trapped with the winner and left to his mercy. She wasn’t sure which would be the worst.

Olivia earned more favor with Agony then she did with Mike. While Agony could change his mind and kill her at the flip of a coin, he hadn’t done so yet and maybe…just maybe there was a tiny part of him that would hesitate when the urge came. Mike was unhinged, unpredictable, uncontrolled…there was no telling what he’d do once he broke through the door or what he’d do to her if he got his hands on her. Right now, as fucked as it was…she hoped Agony would be the one left standing if it came to fists.

She tensed as Agony moved as if she expected him to take his frustration out on her for the interruption, but she relaxed a little when that didn’t seem to be the case. He even chuckled about this. “I…he’s a fucking creep and I knew he was pissed about last time you came but this…” She tried to answer, her voice trembling, “I…I didn’t think he’d go this far.”

Olivia didn’t fully register how calm and amused Agony seemed to be until after he spoke. She’d look up at him with scared eyes. Unsure if she should be more scared the man breaking down her door or the one who seemed amused by it. She’d watch as he kicked off his pants rather than pull them up and for a moment, she thought he planned to keep using her and ignore Mike, but somehow what he’d do instead shocked her more.

As he reached for her, she tensed and flinched as his hands came near, but as they slipped under her arms, she didn’t fight him as he pulled her up to her feet. Her legs were still shaking from the explosive sex her pussy went through, but she wouldn’t be dependent on them for much longer anyway. Olivia let out a little gasp as he pinched her chin. Her eyes were too scared to look away from him, but his wolfish grin filled her with dread as well as made her heart flutter and her cheeks grow a darker shade of red. Her stomach fluttered like butterflies burst from their cocoons inside her and it terrified her.

She…she shouldn’t feel like that just from him pinching her chin and grinning at her and yet…she did. His grin made her feel something that scared her. She was left wanting to see more of that grin and that only made it worse.

“Huh?“ She questioned him, but just as he turned on his heel, Olivia let out a little yelp as his hands pulled her in his direction. In one swift movement, Agony literally swept her off her feet with a dance-like move that made her long for more. Olivia’s red face reddened even deeper and the flutter in her chest and stomach grew stronger when she realized what happened. Her eyes looked up at him with a strange look of amazement. Not just for the charm of his move, but for the boldness of facing Mike without any hint of shame. Like he was proudly displaying that he fucked her and intended to keep fucking her till they were rudely interrupted.

The woman in her couldn’t help but feel herself swoon ever so slightly over it. What woman wouldn’t love a man being so proud and eager to show off that he got to fuck her while the other didn’t? It was like he won the lottery and wanted to rub it in Mike’s face. As if he already figured out what Olivia didn’t and that Mike lusted for her to near obsession and Agony wanted to abuse that.

Her conflicted, confused feelings seemed to grow just a little more complicated from this simple, but bold act. If it hadn’t been him bringing her closer to Mike as her door threatened to fall off its hinges, it’d be a moment too romantic for what her hate-filled heart wanted.

Olivia stood there helplessly as a cool and calm Agony unlocked and opened the door before Mike’s fist could connect and made him swing at the air. Thankfully neither of them suffered a hit, but Olivia instantly used an arm to cover her breasts to keep them hidden from Mike’s gaze. Her thighs pressed tightly together, unable to hide the sheer amount of cum running down her shapely legs, but protected her sex from being out in the open. She ended up pressed against Agony’s side as she saw Mike’s face contorted in anger before he realized what happened. Her timidly seeking protection and safety in the murderer that invaded her home.

It took Mike a second to realize that the door wasn’t just open, but both Olivia and the dick she‘s been fucking stood right in front of him. His eyes shot open as he instantly saw the strange man standing there shamelessly without any clothes and his cock still hard and wet with what he could only assume was Olivia’s pussy or mouth juices.

“What the fuck!?” He shouted in shock, not expecting to see a full naked man with his girl like this and so proudly showing off he not only got to fuck his hot neighbor before he did, but showed off that he was…fuck…he was bigger than him too. It was a double blow to his ego, but Olivia caught his eye almost as quickly.

His wide eyes couldn’t get any wider as he saw the girl he wanted pressed up against this man. Her face flushed and pleasure in her eyes, but a layer of fear he likely caused with his assault on her door. Her arms deprived him of her breasts, but he’d feel a deep flash of anger when he didn’t hide how he looked at her legs and saw cum running down them.

This was the motherfucker…

The same motherfucker that made her cry out the last time and now kept him up again by fucking what’s his.

He was done.

He played nice with her. Tried to show that he wanted to be a gentleman about this and seduce her properly before he tore her ass up, but this guy…this fucking weirdo pushed him too fucking far. It was bad enough seeing her like this cause of another man, but it was even worse that this fucker was gloating about it. He was going to destroy this little boytoy of hers and show this whore what a real man is. He might not be as big as this guy was, but he’d have her moaning on his dick whether or not she wanted it. He waited too long to not make her take his cock and taking this smug asshole out shouldn’t be a problem based on how weak his body looked compared to his.

Mike growled as Agony acted casually despite how everything about this moment was far from casual. He’d see his hand come around to Olivia’s shoulder and held onto it with a possessive grip. Oh…this fucker wasn’t going to give up Olivia without a fight. He already knew it. Good, he wanted to fuck this kid up for thinking he could take what was his.

Meanwhile, Olivia felt her stomach and chest flutter from the grip. His possessiveness was oddly calming. It almost felt like he was telling her nothing would happen to her while he was there. At least…no body but him would hurt her. His thumb flicking over her skin oddly soothed her and despite how Mike looked ready to kill them both, she felt…safe.

“Damn right!” Mike shouted at Agony, his voice loud enough to carry through the hall, “I told this whore last time to keep it down cause I couldn’t sleep and I tried to be nice about it, but I’m fucking done!”

Olivia flinched at how loud he was getting and she pressed harder into Agony. Her hand holding onto his side like he was her only sense of comfort and protection. And, it only seemed to piss Mike off more…

”Listen, this bitch is mine. I was trying to be a gentleman and do it the old fashion way, but clearly this dumb bimbo didn’t catch on. I was gonna forgive her for the last time cause she didn’t know she’s gonna be my girl, but you…” Mike lifted his hand and pointed a shaking finger at Agony, “I was just gonna kick your ass before I took her, but after this…” He gestured to the whole image of Agony’s naked form with a hard, wet cock standing proudly. “Nah, man…I’m gonna fucking kill you”

Without another chance or warning, Mike swung his arm back and threw his fist towards them. He didn’t care if he hit Agony or Olivia, but Agony clearly was the bigger target of the two. He wanted to break Agony’s jaw, bust all his teeth out, and make his eyes swollen shut. And, he wouldn’t stop until Agony was too busted up to dare to come near Olivia again or until he was dead…

 

[Deranged]

Biology was indeed and interesting field to Andy and the lot of his personas on some level. He obviously had a fascination with human psychology too, hence, why he was so invested in calmly studying the flushed face of his apparent rival, even as stressed vessels made themselves visible on the latter's face, to highlight his fury. Andy needed no script, nor any narrator to tell him what was going on. This stranger, Mike, obviously wanted to slide his stuff between Olivia's buns (what sexually active, heterosexual man that has set eyes on her wouldn't?), and even more, he wanted it as an exclusive right. Now, that in itself wasn't much of a problem in Andy's book, after all, he was a predator himself. The thing though, was that he saw Mike's luck to be incredibly rotten.

Maybe, if Olivia had been a lousier fuck. Perhaps, if she didn't have the type of mouth that she did too, in both senses of the word. There was the aspect of her interesting psyche, and the progress that Andy and his personas had made on it as well. In simple terms, Olivia had made it clear to him that she was different compared to the random whore on the street. It was true that being an exquisite whore was a big part of her salient status in his perception, but it was no small feat on her end; and the way he saw it, the least he could do to reciprocate her honest efforts to stay alive by continuously impressing him everytime they met, was to place a clear marker of ownership on her. He had to single her out as not just his prey, but his prime prey too.

Invariably, this spelled doom for the advances of men like the fuming Mike on her. The average Joe on the street lost the privilege to shoot their shots with her, the moment she made his heart lurch, when he first filled her intoxicating depths with his hot seed.

Watching Mike's expressions, and listening to his charged vocalizations, was like watching an interesting programme to Andy. He could catch every bit of the aggressor's gaze; how it pinged from Olivia's warm expressions and reactions born of a mix of her fear, and the post-orgasmic sensations of being close to a worthy mate like himself. Mike didn't like what he saw, it was too obvious. He didn't even need to offer one of the many barks that he did, to express this to the grinning predator. Mike's tone fell an octave with his subsequent blurts, but increased in intensity and malice, leading up to the final declaration that he would kill Andy. The predator's response? A wolfish chuckle, followed by a single statement;

"I understand."

The subsequent swing of Mike's arm was no surprise to Andy. Again, he'd been incarcerated as recently as a year ago, and was definitely no stranger to hotheads and the bloody brawls that never seemed to stray far from them. Mike was big; brawny with a volcanic temperament to match. Back in prison, they had a name for men like him. They were called 'Blind Bulls'. The consensus on them was to steer clear of their paths, because they were prone to blind feats of destruction in their rage. The funny part was that they were no strangers to hurting themselves in the process, but they sure made an art of dragging as many hapless souls along with them, into the pain of net that their anger spreads.

Truthfully, Andy saw the move in time to engage his reflexes to make a reaction to the winding blow. He could've raised his hands to cover his face, and protect his long nose from getting that banged and crooked aesthetic that his prison bullies always wanted for him. He could've employed his more preferred reaction of ducking as fast as lean muscles would allow (which was very quick), then swerve to one side in a rapid sidestep. He could've even dashed backwards as quickly as possible to avoid havoc being wreaked upon his face. Yet, he chose none of the pre-programmed options that his conditioned reflexes presented him with. Instead, he kept his hand calmly on Olivia's, feeling and enjoying the lapping waves of heat that her soft body introduced, and trapped against his skin. She was so soft... So scared, yet, so relieved to press her body wantonly against his own for succor. She was appealing to that innate, masculine impulse to protect a worthy mate in him, with her subtle but passionate actions.

Would he be able to ever disappoint such sweet devotion?

CRAaaAAcK!

He saw the swinging arm up till the point where it was inches away from his face. The subsequent sensations that enveloped his senses after that, were oddly familiar. There was the numbing crater of a jarring impact to the side of his face. He felt his head swing violently in a wild snap to the left, and when his immediately retired vision and hearing came back online, he saw blurry images of Olivia's carpet, and a cluster of crimson drops that hit her floor with a faintly audible patter. The salty tang of blood on his tongue came next, as well as the burning and prickling sensations that invaded his nostrils. He was bleeding from the nose.

His lessons in the school of hard knocks postulated that one's ability to absorb a blow, continue to improve with every blow they survive. He wasn't sure about the accuracy of that theory, especially with his unpredictable powers making an appearance in his life, but he knew that when he raised his head up to fix a devilish grin at Mike, a moment later, he could see and hear clearly. He could think clearly too, even if a disconcerting seventy percent of his thoughts screamed bloody murder. A fresh stream of crimson ran out of his flaring nostrils, mixing with a few bubbles as they interfered with his breathing. His grin grew into a chuckle, as he saw the big brute step forward for another giant swing.

As for Mike, there was an undeniable sense of satisfaction that he derived from feeling his knuckles cracking violently against the runt's face. His fist had grazed across his cheekbone to flash across his nose. He was glad for it too, he really wanted to break that stupid nose of his. He had seen his type before; smug, wannabe 'cool kids' who pandered to women with their boyish looks. It irked him, that wasn't what a true man brought to the table in his opinion. To him, a true man brought more of what he was laying into him at the moment; strength. Power too. He wasn't quite sure how he managed to wrap the stupid whore clinging desperately to his side so soon and so well (he refused to acknowledge that it had much to do with the proudly bobbing lance that was glistening with her spit), but he planned to show the whore firsthand, what a real man looked and acted like.

"One!"

He growled, as he pivoted on his heels to swing another nasty blow with his left hand this time; with swings as big and as wild as he was making, 'fancy' karate-like blows that could utilize the same limb in one second, were completely out of the question. Fuck martial arts! Who needs fancy dancing to beat up a punk's ass? Certainly not him.

"Watch bitch! Watch me beat your boytoy stupid! Two!"

He yelled, feeling more anger course from his veins. He had noticed how the idiot's head snapped back to his first blow, even the blood that was streaming down his nose too. Yet, it irritated him that the squeamish boy managed to stay on his feet. He didn't even stagger! Not this time though, he planned to knock off some teeth with his next blow, and so, he put a little more oomph into the swing. Consequently, he staggered even closer to the pair, as he leaned his entire weight into the swing.

BLAM!

"Yeah!"

He cheered; this latest blow must've been a good one. He could tell because his arm snapped back completely after the impact, telling him that he transferred ALL of his anger and malice to the boy's face. He was too busy snapping back into a recovery stance, so, it was not until about half a second later, that he noticed the boy's head snapping back into place with an even more demented laugh playing on his lips. Apparently, he didn't knock out any teeth, or worsen his busted nose even, and that was not even the biggest shocker. He was now so close to the pair, that one of his tensing thighs was pressing against Olivia. His wide eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Obviously, the kid was a psycho, but it didn't explain his supernatural ability to remain on his feet, and keep Olivia standing right where she was, after two haymakers that had taken a dent of Mike's stamina.

"The fuck?!"

The boy's eyes gleamed at him in a mix of amusement and something else. Something that was closer to insanity than the brute wanted to believe. Gritting his teeth, Mike resolved to thwart the thin boy form upstaging him on two different occasions

"Fuck you!"

He threw his hand back for another massive swing, but the numbing impact a sneaker's heel smashing directly into his torso, robbed him of all action. Considering the major exertion that his two early swings were, the destabilizing wave of numbness that shook his lungs and chest, deflating the former and constricting the latter to make breathing impossible, were very pronounced. To his dismay, it was he that staggered backwards, clutching his abdomen as he doubled over and struggled for breath. In retrospect, he chided himself for leaving himself so wide and open to attack during his swing, but his spite and alarm were quick to fire back at him. The boy shouldn't even be standing to begin with!

"Hey, big guy. If you wanted the chill pill, you could've just asked."

Mike growled in fury, finding a second wind of energy locate him. He would not be mouthed down by a squeamish twig of a man! He was about to rise up to his feet and prove it with another wave of heavy blows, when his chin caught the hard tip of Andy's upward swinging shoe. The latter had simply leaned forward slightly, before directing a vicious punt at the head of the fallen brute. The result was the rising giant getting dazed as his head snapped back quicker than his comprehension, robbing him of it too.

"Be a doll and wait here," Andy turned to Olivia, feeling the now dying stream of blood running down his chin to pool at his neck. He felt oddly energized by the knowledge that he was bleeding, even if it was now quickly stopping. His powers were obviously caught napping by the first blow, but he could feel them flaring angrily in his fibres now. Again, he pinched her chin and offered her the same wolfish grin as before; a curious addition of the crimson paint on his face being the only notable difference.

POW!

As he stepped forward towards Mike, Andy cocked his right fist to deliver a hard and quick body blow to the latter's already panicking abdomen. The blow completely winded the big man, causing him to swoon forward. Andy caught him by the shoulder though, saving him from crumpling face down to the floor. Mike found what was left of his fading mind in utter confusion; he had no explanation for the power behind those blows. They shouldn't be coming from such lean hands!

"Do you watch porn?"

The brute blinked as he felt his face snapping up, thanks to the machinations of the boy on his hair. Again, he blinked, finding it hard to make sense of the question. He didn't want to talk to the pipsqueak, he wanted to maul him! And yet, here he was, on his knees, looking at both his bleeding rival, as well as the stupid whore they were fighting over, with glazed eyes. If the boy's superior rod had stung him with shame, his current position, as well as the fact that he couldn't seem to get his breaths back on track, shamed him even more. Perhaps, he had been underestimating that martial arts thing too much. He recognized the obvious technique behind Andy's strikes. It was as glaring as the fact that unlike him, the pipsqueak actually picked his spots, and although, it didn't explain what he suspected to be the unusual strength behind the blows, it sure as hell was effective. It didn't matter how much he hated to admit it.

"Nah, that's a stupid question," Andy chuckled, reaching out to calmly close the door. Good thing he had saved it from getting broken off it's hinges by the fuming brute. He dusted his palms afterwards, but made no attempt to dab at the streaks of blood on his lips, neck, and upper chest. His nostrils had now completely ceased to ooze more blood, but it had already streamed out a substantial amount of it before then. Oh, and that thing about a teaspoon of blood looking like a glass of it too. He looked like a demon, and that was something tough for the brute who considered himself as one when he wanted to be, to admit.

"Here's a better one; what's your favorite category to watch?" Mike's mind had been rendered a little slow by the punishment he had received, but his senses were working twice as hard as usual. He could hear, see, and smell the burning iron coating the stranger's approach. Mike was astonished, and even more hurt to find the boy casually strolling back to his earlier position in front of him, after closing the door. He didn't even pretend to spring any precautions to keep the brute restrained; in other words, he didn't see him as a threat.

"Big tits? Brunettes? Hardcore? Roughed-up?" Andy paused here to snort, causing another crimson bubble to inflate and pop from his nostrils, that were still fairly clogged with blood. It dawned on Mike that he had been very wrong about the exposure of the kid to roughness. Only someone who had suffered a bloody nose a fair number of times in the past, could manage to breathe through it as well as the boy did.

"What other categories... Hmm, let's see, my porn knowledge isn't what it used to be since I get more of the live action these days, but er... Forced? Definitely creampie too. You look like the kinda guy that would love to shove his rod into soft, sexy Liv over there, and fill her up real nice, whether she likes it or not."

Andy chuckled mischievously as he said this. He had pointed briefly to Olivia who was some inches behind them as he spoke. His eyes gleamed suggestively at the brute too, causing the latter to shudder violently as he made to get up. A swift and violent stomp to the chest however, nipped his actions in the bud. He coughed in response, finding a thick wad of crimson in his spit, and expecting it. Andy was not done though. With the calm of a surgeon, he casually strolled till he was standing next to the brute's thighs. Two violent stomps to the tune of a calm whistling piece from Andy, and guttural yelps (all the brute could manage with feeble breaths) from Mike, landed on the joint that each femur made with the brute's hip. Mike was convinced that the boy had broken stuff inside him, stuff that wouldn't kill him, but would make getting up anytime soon without help, a big problem.

"Violent, perhaps? Nah, I don't think that's a category. Maybe rape if they have it. Definitely seems up your alley."

As he was saying this, Andy stomped cracks and incalculable pain into Mike's shoulders one after the other. The brute's eyes were now watering in a mix of disbelief and agony. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't scream with partly deflated, and most likely injured lungs. He watched Andy smirk down on him again, his wolfish grin returning, as blood snaked down his chest and neck. Mike was starting to have second thoughts about ever crossing the demented psycho. What was he made of?!

Absently, without breaking eye contact, Andy reached behind him, clasping one of Olivia's slender arms in his palm, then tugging her gently forward. His eyes remained fixated on Mike's as he manipulated Olivia till she was kneeling in front of him. However, instead of him though, he had Olivia facing Mike, so that his bobbing and re-energized boner was bouncing suggestively with the aromatic sheen of her spit, against the left side of her neck and cheek. Eventually, he tugged fondly on Olivia's hair with one hand, stroking her chin mildly, yet possessively with the other one, as he beamed down on her with mischief.

"Now, Liv. Let's help big Mike here let off some steam. Let's give him a close-up view to one of your mind-melting blowjobs, with the hot bonus of me creaming hard, long, and fast inside that warm, wet mouth of yours," his stroking fingers soon found their way to her neck; grazing and rubbing gentle circles over her throat and collarbone as he chuckled.

"Now, wouldn't that be fucking hot?"
His eyes trailed away from Olivia's, to smirk down on Mike's stunned and burning ones. The latter pair of eyes looked angry, hot, and confused, not to mention, a healthy dose of scared. However, Andy planned to treat them to a spectacle unlike any other.

His first blowjob ever from Olivia; who he planned to keep by the way.