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Kidnapping for fun and profit! (Poppy x Machiavelli)

Poppy

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Sep 5, 2017
Bay City was rife with crime, and there wasn’t much that could be done about it. For generations, there had been warring mob bosses and syndicates. Each one vied for control of the city, and all of the spoils that came with it. Countless politicians and police officers were corrupted and paid off, pledging allegiance to one gang or another. It had gotten so bad that the police actually advised the citizens to not leave their houses after dark. When night fell, the town belonged to the gangs. And there was nothing they could do to attempt to change things. They lacked the manpower, along with the desire, thanks to the cash lining their pockets.

The Vermilion gang was one of the city’s oldest and most feared. The boss had control of this gang ever since he was in his teens, and was now in his sixties. Julian Vermilion ruled Bay City with an iron fist, the other gangs even respecting him. He made sure everyone had an area that they were allowed to manage, and that the gang’s main money makers didn’t interfere with others.

Julian’s gag focused on kidnapping and ransom, followed up by sex trafficking. Some gangs specializes in drugs, prostitution or sex slave trafficking. There were even more illicit activities, like chop shops for stolen vehicles, forging documents or even managing fights. Julian’s wife had passed away giving birth to his only child, Vivian Vermilion. She was prepared from birth in order to assume leadership duties one day. Her beauty was renowned in the city, with her long straight blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes.

This particular evening, Vivian was entering the warehouse district that her family managed. She arrived in a stretch black limo, stepping out. The blonde stunner was escorted by three imposing body guards, who opened the doors for her. They were heavily tattooed and packing heat, but it was hard to tell such thanks to the finely tailored designer suits they wore. The typical manner in which they escorted her consisted of Vivian being flanked on either side, one taking the rear. Ear pieces were in place, able to communicate with her father and each other at a moment’s notice. There wasn’t a price that Julian wasn’t willing to spend in order to ensure his daughter’s safety.

At the door, their party was met by a mousey small girl with glasses who bowed repeatedly to her. During the day, the area operated under the law, importing and exporting goods. But at night, the product changed. Instead, it was women and men bought and sold. Sometimes there was even a live auction at a club that had been built at another building on the end of the pier. There were multiple stories to the warehouse she was entering, heels clicking on the concrete flooring as she headed for the freight elevator to go to the highest floor, the 8th. The woman kept up with her, clipboard in hand. She typically helped to translate in the sales of the flesh market, but tonight, she had a different job than normal.

“Everything go as I planned it?” Vivian raised a hand so the woman would stop bowing to her.

“Of course, we made certain that everything went off without a hitch!” The woman reassured her, nodding vigorously. “Currently, he’s precisely where you requested. He’s been restrained to a standard wooden chair that has been reinforced if he tries to break it. But with as drugged that his drinks were, he shouldn’t be waking up until you do so. We used the ropes you asked for, and stocked the room with the necessary items for the duration of his stay.”

“Good.” Vivian nodded. She had hired one of her gang’s elite escorts, a girl typically used to seduce and gain the loyalty of the heads of the police force and politicians. The gorgeous Indian woman was tasked with targeting the son of a billionaire that was doing his best to clean up Bay City. It was too easy for her to approach him at the bar he went to that evening, spiking his drinks in order to render him unconsciousness. Once the young man passed out, it was a strike team from the Vermilion gang that swept in. They took him out of the club and to the very location that Vivian was headed for.

The manner in which she dressed certainly didn’t make her seem like a future leader of the Vermilion gang. The blonde girl had an eyebrow piercing, naval piercing and even more that couldn’t be seen thanks to her clothes. Not to mention a copious amount of tattoos across her toned body. She wore a ragged pair of daisy duke jeans, with a garter belt and ripped thigh high stockings. The only thing that covered her chest was a tattered designer t-shirt. It was just enough to cover her nipples, showcasing her cleavage and even some under boob.

For as distressed as her clothing looked, her accessories more than made up for it. She tended to gather jewelry from the various kills that her gang made, members bringing it to her as if it were offerings. Vivian preferred gold, decked out in plenty of items that showed her gang’s loyalty. Many of the men in the group would die for her, and she knew it. Vivian demanded no less than absolute obedience from her associates. When she said jump, they said how high. To finish off her outfit, she wore a large fur coat. It was a chilly fall day, enhanced by the rain falling outside. But even if it would have been in the heat of summer, she would still walk around in the expensive coat. It helped her cut an intimidating figure, and she was thankful for it.

Her father had entrusted with this very important task, in order to prove her worth to the family and any of the other gang members who might have had their reservations about her taking over as Boss one day. The elevator moved up the shaft, creaking to a halt as it arrived to the appointed floor. Vivian stepped out, the small entourage following behind her. Two of the men moved to sweep the room and check any windows to ensure they were locked and secured, sheets of heavy steel covering them.

Inside this room, the victim of the kidnapping scheme would have no concept of the passing of time. There was a table to the side, near the elevator, spread out with all sorts of items to torture a man both sexually and physically. The decoration in the room was sparse. In addition to the chair that the victim sat on, there was a leather over stuffed arm chair, matching couch in black and a rickety looking cot. There was a locked door to the side, which led to a small bathroom. The only other item was a refrigerator humming softly to the side.

The walls were stripped down to the concrete, stained with blood stains and the scrapings of aged paint. This level was typically used for torture sessions, the terrible lighting in the mostly dark room helping to set the mood. Plenty of people who had entered never made it out alive. Vivian nodded in approval, the assistant breathing a sigh of relief as she thanked her profusely.

“Boys, feel free to wait downstairs. If you don’t mind doing me a favor, have Miss Kobayashi point you to the problem girls and fuck them raw to set them straight. I’ll call you when I’m ready to head down.” Vivian informed them, dismissing the woman with a wave of her hand. The men had little to no fear for the buxom blonde, knowing she was capable of defending herself. Not to mention, the piercing in her upper left ear was actually a gps and monitoring device. At a moment’s notice, they could tell if her pulse stopped or any other distress she was experiencing. The men stepped to leave, appreciating that Vivian was thoughtful enough to look after their sexual needs.

Vivian stood before the passed out man, a smile on her face. It was sinister, taking a moment to appreciate the larger man before pulling a hand back. She struck him across his face with an opened hand, the noise reverberating in the room. “Wakey wakey~!” The blonde girl used a sing song voice, reaching out a finely manicured hand to grip the front of his hair, yanking his head up so that she would be the first thing he saw.
 
Jason Marcovian was a well-known son of an influential corporate buisnessman. While others might have used such prestige to simply lay about, Jason did not, instead pursuing multiple degrees and working with his father to establish organizations to cut down on the illegal activities in Bay City - as much as they could, given the rampant nature of the problem and the tendency of the crime to be handed down generationally. He was a tall, muscular man, in his early thirties, his hair dyed a bright blonde-white, long and feather like over his sharp, angular features. He was attractive, though with his wealth, it was easy to fix that problem if you weren't.

He had been spending a night out in a bar, enjoying himself, and flirting with an attractive Indian girl who was most definitely into him (or, as he would later realize, was very good at pretending she was into him) when he had started to feel dizzy and drowsy, stumbling a little as he tried to make it to the bathroom of the establishment. He didn't recall getting much further than a few steps before the world tilted into darkness. On any other day, he might have had guards with him, but he hadn't been threatened recently, and all had been relatively calm, so he had dismissed them for the night so they could enjoy it as well. That turned out the be an incredibly dangerous mistake.

Her slap struck him from his unconscious state, another hand grabbing his hair and roughly tugging his head up. His eyes snapped open in surprise, his limbs jerking against the ropes that bound him, a grunt escaping this throat before he could stop it. "What the hell..." He muttered, blinking several times to clear his vision, he focused on the young girl in front of him. And recognized her.

He knew exactly who she was. Vivian Vermilion. Daughter of one of the more powerful mob bosses in this city. In the moment, he couldn't help but notice how attractive she was despite his situation. Of course, a good deal of her creamy skin was exposed to the eye, which was... pleasant. Shaking his head slightly, he drew himself back to the situation. He was bound to a chair, facing a known criminal. This likely would not likely end well for him. "What do you want." he said flatly, knowing there was something she was after. She was here, after all - he could have just been left to wait if this were a mere ransom scheme.

No, it seemed far more likely that more sinister activities were at foot here. He was certain a glance around this room would confirm it, based on the bloodstained backdrop he could see behind her, but her hand in his hair prevented any movement of his head, just as the ropes prevented his body.
 
Vivian kept the smile on her face as his eyes registered who she was. The drugs he had ingested weren’t going to make him drowsy. But, she did have plenty of other medicine in prepared syringes in her collection on the table. Just in case she needed to encourage him. There was even heroin, which was more for her than him. But, she could always share.

His cold voice was thrilling to her. She didn’t want him to cry and bed. At least, not yet. It would be for the best if he saved that one for the camera. There was a small camera that could be set up on a tripod, attached to a laptop. Not to mention, she always had her personal iphone to get up close shots. If the girl had her way, she was going to make him a star.

“Come now, cheer up. We’re going to have fun together.” Vivian didn’t lose her smile, taking pleasure in her work. “I know you thought that you were going to get the chance to have Amari’s sweet little mouth wrapped around your cock, but it looks like you’ve had a change of plans. And trust me. Her mouth is quite talented.” Vivian was bisexual, not having any preference for who she bedded.

“So, this is going to go my way.” She turned to go to the table and set up the necessary equipment, and slip off her fur coat. It was a little warm in the room. This revealed even more tattoos, beautiful and detailed on her tanned skin. With swift movements, she set up the camera on the tripod and turned it on. A few moments later, she opened the laptop, manicured fingers flying across the keys as she activated the live stream of the room. A link was to be sent to his father, so he could see his son being degraded and humiliated.

She scanned the table with her dark blue eyes, one finger out as she made her selection. A knife would do nicely. After all, it would be hard to remove his clothing like this. And, it would give her a chance to cut him, not too deeply, if he was too rebellious. It was 9 inches long, with a beautiful mother of pearl handle and golden brass knuckles One side of the gold blade was serrated, which could help her quickly cut through the ropes if necessary.

Vivian walked past her discarded fur coat on the floor, hips swaying as she faced Jason. It was show time. “So, Jason, I suggest you be a good boy and follow directions. You can do that, right? I can promise you, that by the end of tonight, you’re going to bleed. You’re going to cry. But most importantly….you’re going to break.” She had the tip of the knife up to her full lips, in one fluid motion cutting open his shirt.
 
She was right - he did wake up rapidly from the forced slumber, and was alert by the time she was teasing him with what he thought he was going to experience and the 'fun' they were going to have together. He was fairly certain that the fun was only for her, at his expense, and much of that was confirmed as she set up a laptop with a camera, facing him, and picked up a knife, golden and glittering in the dim light of the room. He tensed slightly at the sight of it, but did not say a word, instead meeting her eyes with a steely gaze of his own, defiant to the last.

The knife hissed through the air and sliced through his shirt with ease, and he felt the faintest whisper of the cold metal over his skin, but her expert use of it made sure it didn't cut him quite yet. Nonetheless, the danger made him lurch back slightly, tugging at the binds that held him in place, a soft grunt falling from his lips unconsciously. he gave her no other reactions, trying to be as unsatisfactory of a toy as possible - perhaps she would bore of him and leave him alone. Deep inside, he knew that wasn't likely, and that there was a reason behind all of this, even if he wasn't quite sure what her overall plan was.

Nonetheless, he was pretty damn sure that after she broke him, she was going to kill him, and so he might as well try to hold out as long as possible. Perhaps someone on the other end of that camera would figure out where he was and come to his rescue. Not particularly likely, given the police force in this damn city, but it was hope, and that seemed to be all he had left within this dark cell with this dangerously sexy woman brandishing a knife before him.

His chest was now exposed, muscular and toned with the effort he had put into it, keeping himself attractive and fit. Nonetheless, his eyes watched her coldly. After all, if he was going to bleed and cry, he might as well earn it.
 
Vivian cocked her head to the side as she exposed his flesh, her free hand running down his toned muscles. She could appreciate a handsome man. And there was no denying that the blonde man took very good care of himself. She was only brief with her slight show of affection, before moving to slice open the front of his trousers, to reveal his boxers.

“So, you’ve got a big audience tonight. Be sure to make a lot of noise. If you don’t, well…” Her eyes darted to the table and then back to his bound form. “Let’s say I have ways to make you be quite noisy. Even you daddy is getting a link to the stream. Think he’ll beat his dick to the sight of his son, used and abused?”

The blonde criminal wanted to break him mentally and physically. To degrade him and harm him. To feel his blood run down his chest, and perhaps use it for lube when she would finally penetrate his tight asshole with her assortment of toys. She leaned in close to him, her breasts pressing against his chest.

“This ought to teach you….and anyone else who has any smart ideas. It’s for the best to mind your business here in Bay City.” Vivian’s voice was hot on his ear as she quickly licked and sucked the earlobe. Her free hand, hidden from the camera, tweaked a nipple of his roughly. Hurting him was turning her on beyond words.

“Now, for tonight’s entertainment….” Vivian pulled away, heels clicking as she approached the table. She grabbed a rolling tray that had been under the table, beginning to stock it with various items. A cock ring was necessary, that much was for certain. Egg vibrators, anal beads, nipple clamps and more. She even selected dildos from as thin as a pencil to as large as her forearm. She wasn’t planning on using the largest ones, but if she had to, it would be close at hand. She put her knife on the table as well, pushing it over to the bound man.

“Let’s get this cock ring on…” Vivian picked up the golden item. Her father was well aware of her unique tastes when it came from sex. After all, like father like daughter. She moved to rip open his boxers, to see what she was working with. The blonde woman felt as giddy as a child on Christmas, opening up their presents.
 
Jason did his best to ignore the light, sensual touch of her hand across his muscular form, and jumped slightly once more as she slashed away his pants with skillful ease, revealing only his boxers keeping him somewhat dignified, though he doubted that would last long, given her hungry gaze. Her words made his jaw tighten, thinking about all the people who might be seeing what is to come next, and he comment about his father was... odd. There was no way his father would even consider such a thing, and was more likely to have closed the stream immediately and starting doing everything in his power to find his son. But Jason merely continued to give her as solid of a glare as he could.

That intent, however, was disturbed as she leaned in close, her breasts pressed against him, and her whisper in his ear. He bit back a quiet groan as her fingers grabbed his nipple and her mouth played over his ear, a strangely sensitive location. Despite himself, his manhood stirring slightly in his boxers. She pulled over a table decorated with an assortment of sexual objects, many of which he had never imagined would ever be used on him. Nonetheless, here we were, and she set the knife down, favoring a solid, golden ring. Her hand dropped to his boxers, ripping them free and exposing his manhood.

His package was above average, long and thick, with heavy balls hanging below, just awaiting her torments. He was well-groomed and cared for, like the rest of his body, and she would have plenty to play with over the coming hours. Jason did the best he could to keep himself from getting aroused as this young woman gazed upon his cock, but with as sexy and dangerous as she was, he couldn't help it, and his cock hardened slowly and slightly, thickening and becoming slightly more rigid, though not fully hard by any means, but clearly... interested.

He had no intent of giving her any satisfaction, however, and tried to remain as stoic as possible, fighting away the arousal and avoiding looking at her as she examined his body, hidden only by scraps of fabric that did not conceal any of his manhood or modesty.

He was trapped, and at her mercy.
 
At the sight of his hard cock, she smiled in delight. “Well, this is better than expected! After all, I didn’t expect a little bitch like you to have such a big cock. This is going to be so much fun~” Her flirty tone never left as she took a moment to lick the cock ring, the only lubrication that was provided before forcing it down the length of his cock in a single motion.

“Good thing you’re not all the way hard yet. Or it could have been really, really painful.” Vivian remarked as she made certain it was on nice and snug, tugging his swollen balls. “Now, you don’t get to cum until I want you to cum….which is going to be some time.” She pulled away, looking him over, critiquing him.

“God, you’re so quiet!” Vivian complained, going to pick up her knife. With a quick movement, she used the brass knuckles to punch him across the face, certainly leaving a bruise in the aftermath. “Can’t let you have too much fun….have to make it hurt too, you know…” The blonde girl softly added before dragging the serrated side of the knife down his jawbone, to his throat. She paused for just a moment before continuing, making it to his chest.

“You wanna know my favorite kind of lube?” Vivian sweetly asked of him, cocking her head to the side. Quick as lightning, she slashed his chest at an angle. Not very deep, but enough to make him bleed. “There it is~” She had a sing song sound to her voice as the bright red liquid ran down his chest, using her mouth to lick some up, spitting it on the tip of his cock.

“There we go!” She got to her knees, putting two of the vibrating eggs at the base of his balls and attaching them with medical tape. She switched them onto high, putting the controllers into the pockets of his ruined trousers. “Almost done for now, just need to….”

She glanced over the tray before selecting a medium sized dildo. It wasn’t as thick as a normal cock, but not one of her pencil thin ones. “Ever taken anything up the ass before? You strike me as bi, so I don’t think you need too much prep.” Vivian dragged the sex toy across his cut before reaching down to rip his boxers open some more and angle the tip against his tightly puckered hole before slipping it in.
 
Jason let out a grunt as she forced the cold ring of metal down his cock, lubricated only by her saliva. Then, quite suddenly, she struck him with the metal grip of the knife, and he let out a startled sound of pain and surprise, jerking back in the chair. She dragged the dangerous blade down his face, as if threatening him with the edge, but then leaned back slightly.

In a flash, she slashed across his chest and he cried out fully, the serrated edge burning across his chest as he panted, adrenaline rushing through him. Her tongue lapped lightly at the blood now oozing down his body before spitting it on his cock, a sensation that was both disturbing and extremely sexual, his cock growing harder despite the abuse. Momentarily distracted, he didn't notice the vibrating eggs until she switched them on, making him moan softly despite himself. He'd always had sensitive balls, and the vibration felt surprisingly good against the sensitive orbs. His eyes saw her pick up a medium sized dildo, and widened slightly. That was not something he was expecting, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of a response - to either the toy or the statement about his sexuality.

He couldn't help but grimace slightly in pain as she dragged the toy across the cut and lathered it with his own blood, then as she slipped it into his ass he let out a long, groaning grunt - a mix of pain and pleasure as he was violated by this sexy teen.

"Fuck!" He grunted quietly, squirming slightly against the bonds that held him in place.
 
“There we go, I knew you could take it like a champ. That’s just the head...there’s still so much to push inside of you.” Vivian did her best to console the man strapped to the chair, glancing over her shoulder to the camera that was recording it all happening. She giggled as she snatched up her cellphone, taking an upclose action of what was going on down below for Jason.

“See?” She lifted the phone up to his face, a proud look on her beautiful face. “Look at how good you’re doing! You’re still tearing a bit though...probably didn’t use enough lube. Guess I know for next time.” Vivian sounded completely casual as she finished pushing the toy down to the base. It had a suction cup bottom, which she attached to the seat of the chair.

“Should have done the ropes a bit looser around your hips, so that way, you could fuck yourself on that nice toy.” Vivian critiqued her work as she went to lap at his wound, getting a good mouthful of blood yet again for depositing it on the tip of his cock. It ran down the shaft, dripping down his balls and finally pooled around his asshole.

“There you go. Don’t ever say I never did anything nice for you.” Vivian reassured him, flicking the vibrating eggs as she looked up to his face to see his reaction. “What a fuckin’ slut….should’ve used a bigger toy. How about I suck your cock for a few. You don’t deserve it, but I am being pretty generous.”

She wrapped her plump crimson lips around the tip of his cock, going no further. For the time being, this was going to be all that he got as her tongue danced around the swollen tip, getting underneath the head to really stimulate him. One hand went to the sex toy, removing it from the seat and beginning to slide it in and out of his tight ring.
 
Jason let out a low grunt as she mentioned that it was only the head of the dildo - he had never had something in his ass before and the sensation of being filled was both foreign and strange. He had no choice but to looka t the picture of his own ass being violated, and he did his best not to reach as she attached the toy to the chair. Her comment about making him fuck himself made him grunt in displeasure, a sound that was quickly washed away As her tongue caressed the throbbing gash across his chest, a pleasant and surprisingly sensual sensation. The touch of the vibrating toys made him moan softly and squirm despite his wishes, his ego and composure slipping away.

Then her lips touched the tip of his cock, her tongue playing with him expertly, a sensation that drove him wild. He squirmed as she teased him and bit back a moan as she began to fuck him with the toy while teasing him with her mouth. No, no... He wouldn't give her the satisaction of his moans, not if he could help it. Instead he bit his lip and tensed, grunting, gripping the chair.

But as her tongue teased under the sensitive head, not moaning became much harder and he whimpered, squirming, writhing in his seat as she violated him. His body strained against the ropes and his cock throbbed in her mouth, leaking a little precum to her tongue as she worked him up despite what his mind wanted. He couldn't control his body, the unbidden lust for this woman to play with him like a toy, exactly like she was now. But his teeth gritted and he growled, still struggling as his grunts of effort mingled with groans of unbidden pleasure.
 
Vivian could feel the handsome man struggle beneath her, knowing that he was fighting an inner battle with himself. After all, due to his lofty position, it wouldn’t do to be seen as a wanton slut adoring all of the abuse that was happening to him. The taste of his blood in her mouth was heavenly to the blonde woman, and when he leaked some of his salty pre cum into her mouth, it only made it taste so much better. Her green eyes flicked up to look to him, sucking his cock so hard that her cheeks were sunken.

It was obvious to her that his moaning was being suppressed, and she certainly didn’t care for that at all. While still ramming the dildo into his ass, she pulled her mouth away from his cock. A thin strand of saliva connected the pair, extending from her bottom lip to the tip of his hard rod. Annoyance was clear in her face, and if he didn’t please her, than he ran the risk of bleeding much more that evening.

“I want everyone to hear you enjoy this. To know that you’re being raped and loving it.” Vivian informed him, smirking. “If you don’t play your part well, you have plenty more skin to take a few more cuts. What do you say?” She suctioned the dildo to the base of the chair, going to pick up her knife from beside of her. She used the sharp edge, tracing it along the length of the thick vein that ran underneath his cock. When Vivian reached the tip, she carefully danced the blade underneath the head, careful not to draw blood. This was intended simply to instill fear and heighten arousal. If she injured his cock too much, they would be unable to continue playing like this.

“So go ahead. Tell our lovely audience just who it is getting fucked and loving it.” She dragged the knife back down, the length of his cock and balls. She finally rested it on his thigh. “Or right here will do….as long as I’m careful, won’t hit an artery. So be a good boy and play your part. And I’ll suck and fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” Vivian placed her lips back around the head, but kept her blade on his thigh to remind him of the threat.
 
He looked down at her as she pulled away, and his cock throbbed at the sight. Something about a girl with her saliva extending to his dick, looking up at him, despite the situation, was hot as all hell. Her threat, the cool blade under the head of his cock, he tried not to squirm from nerves and the strange, terrifying thrill. He gasped, tensing, as the blade traced the vein lightly, her threat obvious as the blade landed on his thigh.

And so as her lips took the head of his cock in her mouth, he grudgingly relaxed some, letting himself moan in pleasure at the sensation of her tongue around his dick. After all, he couldn't complain too much about being sucked and fucked until he couldn't walk straight. However, he somehow doubted that was all she had in mind. After all, the woman had slashed his chest open for fucking lube, so he doubted her sadistic desires would be satisfied with tying him down and fucking him raw.

Nonetheless, he let himself moan some, and knew that soon he wouldn't be able to hold back anyway.
 
Vivian was happy with how he seemed to warm up underneath her severe treatment. It was easy to tell that the knife tracing his skin was exciting to him. Strange, certainly. But the way his cock twitched as she traced the thin path was proof that he was wanting it. She had fibbed somewhat to him. If Vivian did have to plunge the blade into the wealthy man’s thigh, the chances of him not bleeding out was pretty slim. After all, she was a bit too busy controlling the drug trade in her family’s territory to make it to anatomy class.

“Better start being more vocal, pet.” Vivian warned as she popped her mouth off his cock, making an audible wet, sucking noise as she did so. As quick as lightning, she grabbed up the impressive knife and slashed his lower abdomen this time. She was certain to use a light touch, just breaking the skin, allowing fresh blood to drain out of his body in thin trickles, dripping down to pool where she was sucking his cock.

“Will be a shame to damage you too much...someone would pay a pretty penny to make you their personal fuck toy.” Vivian chuckled, knowing that plenty of men and women who had been smuggled into the city by her family ended up in that line of work. She wrapped her lips back around his throbbing erection, moving to deep throat him. His cock slid into her throat, and it was quickly apparent that she was lacking a gag reflex along with morals. Vivian pistoned his cock in and out of her maw, tears stinging her eyes as she brutally face fucked herself on his prick.
 
She slashed across his abs, and he grunted in the same breath that he moaned in. Her tongue lapped at his blood as she sucked his cock, her words mocking and teasing, promising how someone might pay well to be able to use him, abuse him, toy with him just as she was. Would that be his fate? He could hardly say. What would become of him if she got what she wanted? What did she want, anyway?

Her lips wrapped around him and plunged his cock down her throat and he let out a long, loud moan, surprised by her apparent eagerness to devour him. He saw the tears glittering in her eyes as she sucked him, and she was obviously sacrificing her comfort to give him this delightful pleasure that rippled up his spine, made him squirm and moan. "Fuccckkk..." He gasped out, hips bucking against her mouth even as the cuts on his torso throbbed and burned with pain.
 
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