Night 3

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Night 3 babyyy
cw / tw for cnc, rough play, overstim, and degrading

It's the third night of you working at Fazbears Pizzeria. You're very tired from last night, and just not focused on anything. Time passes as the clock rounds 3am, your exited your almost through the night, making you forget about checking the cameras and vents.. 3:30am hits, and you start to hear loud breathing behind you. You can feel it heat the back of your neck up, making your hair stand up. You pause, thinking it's just your imagination, you're sleep deprived so it makes sense. You turn around, facing your said imagination, and you're met face to face with the tall, withered animatronic. It grabs you by the face and pushes you to the desk with force, knocking you against the wall. "Seems someone thought they'd make it without helping me first, hm?" It says, still firmly gripping your face, almost cutting you because of the sharp metal bulging from its hands. "N-no no, i didn't, I uhm,, just forgot." You respond, knowing you fucked up. "You really think that pathetic excuse is going to help your case? Because I don't think so, love.." It says in a quite angry tone. "I uhm,, I'm sorry, I was just tired, I didn't mean to forget." You say, hoping the clock strikes 6 soon. "Mm, i don't want to hear your pathetic fucking excuses, whore." It responds, putting its hand over your mouth, trailing its free hand down your torso, reaching your pants. You start to yell at it, trying to be heard through its hand on your mouth. "What do you not understand about shutting the hell up? Do I need to teach you a lesson on keeping your damn mouth shut? Hm?" You keep yelling, trying to stall. "That's it, on your knees before you end up without a head." Terrified you get down, as it takes its hand off your mouth. "Wait, can we-" Before you could finish your sentence it shoves its cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. "Mmh, that's it.. Maybe this'll teach you to shut up." It says, thrusting harder and harder, causing you to gag. "The fuck are you looking at, I'm up here, slut. Your eyes need to be on me, not the wall." You look up at it, with tears starting to form in your eyes. "Aw, are you gonna cry?" It says, teasing you. It starts to thrust faster, and deeper into your throat. "That's right.. just open your throat, slut." It says, spilling down your throat. "That's it. Swallow it, slut." It says as he pulls out of your mouth, and grabs you by the neck, pushing you to the desk again. "Now, it's time to finish off your punishment." It says, ripping your trousers off, along with your boxers, revealing your pre-cum covered cock. "Oh, someone really enjoyed having their throat used, huh? You little slut, always getting off on being used." It says, gripping your throat a bit harder. He spits onto its fingers, and shoves them into you, slowing starting to scissor you. You moan out at the sudden movement of his fingers. "Good job, slut. Keep letting it out." "please,, just fuck me already." You say, as the need for his cock overwhelms you. "Oh, you really want me that bad, don't you.." It reply's, taking its fingers out of you. "M-mhm! I do,, please." You reply, begging for him at this point. "Mm, why not." It shoves its cock deep inside you, thrusting hard and deep, making you scream out in pain mixed with pleasure. "Good job, take it all." He says, going even faster. "s-slow down,, p-please,," You say, as tears start to well up in your eyes from the overstimulation. "Not now love, I'm almost there. I can tell you are too." He reply's, thrusting into you faster and faster, hitting /that/ spot, making you shake underneath him. "Mm that's it, cum for me, love." He says, reaching around rubbing your aching cock. Less than a second later he spills into you, making you cum hard. "Fuck, that's it. Good job, dear." He says, pulling out of you, making cum drip everywhere. "Right, we should get cleaned up. It's almost six." It says, with a chuckle, cleaning you up giving you small kisses over the bruises he left..

Wooo night 3 done, with over 800 words again. These are fun to write, so leave some suggestions and I'll get to them on the next part!
Again, thanks for reading and don't forget to drink water.

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