Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
RE: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana)
Despite the urgency in her eyes and hands as the smacked at his body, Tom did not relent choking Lila upon his cock. Instead he laughed, and fucked her mouth treating her like nothing more than a piece of meat. It wasn’t much longer until she was feeling dizzy from the lack of air and unable tofight back with any kind of strength. The darkness threatened to take her as Tom keep raping her throat. Before unconsciousness could kick in, her hair was yanked hard and she was pulled off his meat, gasping and coughs desperately as drool dripped down her chin and onto her breasts.
He returned the red slap marks she had left all over his thighs and stomach with one of his own, knuckles hitting her jaw cheek and whipping her head against the hand holding her hair. It was even harder than the ones he had done earlier, which were mostly just shocking more than painful. Her vision blurred with tears and the force of his strike. She was still disoriented form the first backhand when he did it again, to the other side, letting go og her hair so she could tumble back against the couch. “Tom…” she whimpered as he picked up the handcuffs, staring at her with cruel, cold eyes.
She was on her feet once more with a groan and then a shriek as he pulled her arms back roughly. It was very uncomfortable, treating her like a criminal instead of his wife. Acting like a rapist, instead of her husband. Was this really the first time he had done this? It seemed to come too easily for this to be completely spontaneous, but she would have known, wouldn’t she? A woman who studies rapists should know if she were married to one. And yet nothing could have prepared her for Tom, this night.
“You look so fucking sexy when you cry”
His words reminded her that she was crying, or had been, or still was? When had she started? When she tried to suck him off? When he forced her to take all of him? When he tried to choke her on himself? She was only vaguely away of her gasps and sobs, she body shaking in the impact of everything that had so far happened this night. And still, they weren’t done. Bent over the arm of the couch, her ass was presented to Tom and the furniture dug into her diaphragm. Once more she struggled to breath as Tom pushed down onto her, his erection throbbing into her thigh, still slick with her saliva.
It was almost a good thing she had slobbered all over his meat, since there was no lust between her thighs for him, at the moment. Whatever desire she felt earlier, as she masturbated to the thought of him, had dried up and been replaced by fear and sorrow. Still, she didn’t dare disobey as Tom demanded access to her slit, spreading herself as much as she could in this position. He hadn’t come yet, as he fucked her mouth, so maybe she would be lucky, and he was close to finishing. She just had to hold on a bit longer, right?
Despite the urgency in her eyes and hands as the smacked at his body, Tom did not relent choking Lila upon his cock. Instead he laughed, and fucked her mouth treating her like nothing more than a piece of meat. It wasn’t much longer until she was feeling dizzy from the lack of air and unable tofight back with any kind of strength. The darkness threatened to take her as Tom keep raping her throat. Before unconsciousness could kick in, her hair was yanked hard and she was pulled off his meat, gasping and coughs desperately as drool dripped down her chin and onto her breasts.
He returned the red slap marks she had left all over his thighs and stomach with one of his own, knuckles hitting her jaw cheek and whipping her head against the hand holding her hair. It was even harder than the ones he had done earlier, which were mostly just shocking more than painful. Her vision blurred with tears and the force of his strike. She was still disoriented form the first backhand when he did it again, to the other side, letting go og her hair so she could tumble back against the couch. “Tom…” she whimpered as he picked up the handcuffs, staring at her with cruel, cold eyes.
She was on her feet once more with a groan and then a shriek as he pulled her arms back roughly. It was very uncomfortable, treating her like a criminal instead of his wife. Acting like a rapist, instead of her husband. Was this really the first time he had done this? It seemed to come too easily for this to be completely spontaneous, but she would have known, wouldn’t she? A woman who studies rapists should know if she were married to one. And yet nothing could have prepared her for Tom, this night.
“You look so fucking sexy when you cry”
His words reminded her that she was crying, or had been, or still was? When had she started? When she tried to suck him off? When he forced her to take all of him? When he tried to choke her on himself? She was only vaguely away of her gasps and sobs, she body shaking in the impact of everything that had so far happened this night. And still, they weren’t done. Bent over the arm of the couch, her ass was presented to Tom and the furniture dug into her diaphragm. Once more she struggled to breath as Tom pushed down onto her, his erection throbbing into her thigh, still slick with her saliva.
It was almost a good thing she had slobbered all over his meat, since there was no lust between her thighs for him, at the moment. Whatever desire she felt earlier, as she masturbated to the thought of him, had dried up and been replaced by fear and sorrow. Still, she didn’t dare disobey as Tom demanded access to her slit, spreading herself as much as she could in this position. He hadn’t come yet, as he fucked her mouth, so maybe she would be lucky, and he was close to finishing. She just had to hold on a bit longer, right?