"Madness is my refuge, where obsession becomes the only remedy for pain."I set off along this winding country road to avoid any risk of encountering curious onlookers. Just then, I hear small, indistinct noises. I turn around briefly to see that Aris has woken up. Her reflection stirs in me a desire I can't control. I want her here, now, I finally find a quiet little wood, I wasn't far from home.
I park and get out of the car. I grab a knife from my inside pocket and pull her out. I then untie her feet, making it easier for her to take my cock. I then remove the blindfold from her eyes. She looks up at me, eyebrows furrowed, strangely calm, but I couldn't resist any longer, with her eyes glaring at me. Her gaze is riveted on me, so she could only see my eyes through the hood. I slowly moved closer to her.
— I'm going to remove the gag, you can try to scream, but as you can see, we're in the middle of nowhere, so don't try to run away either, I'll catch you, and as punishment, I'll break your legs.
She looks at me without flinching.
— Nod if you understand.
Then shakes her head back and forth, letting her tears fall.
I lean over her, pulling her head back.— Good girl.
Removing the gag and throwing it to the floor, I finally pull out my erect penis. Her eyes open in shock. She began to struggle. But I kept her under control, pulling at her hair.
I grin perversely at the feeling as I pinch her nose to force her to breathe through her mouth, and the moment she does, I push my cock in. She'll resist, that's for sure, but will she be ready to lose consciousness again to keep it out of her mouth?
— Open your mouth, bitch! Know that the longer you take to do it, the longer I'll make my pleasure last, lacerating your face.
Losing patience, I grabbed the blade and slowly ran it across her cheek, pressing down hard, sure to leave a scar. She groaned in pain. Blood began to gush from the wound. It all seems so blurry, so unreal...
Her mouth was half-open, and I slipped my thumb in to open it wider by pressing inside. To push my cock in.
— Bite it and I'll gouge your eyes out.
Tears streamed down her face as I began to thrust back and forth down her throat.
Fuck, that's so good!
The more minutes passed, the deeper I sank into her throat. Fucking ecstasy. Only the sounds of my moans and her throat being fucked by my cock pierced the surrounding wall of silence. The melody was wonderful to my ears. I suddenly feel her mouth tighten. She wants to bite me.
— BITCH!!!
I yank on her hair. She moans, still out of it. With her last moan, I pour myself into her mouth.
— Swallow.
I placed the tip of the blade over her right eye. She winced as she swallowed the entirety of my sperm.
— Good girl, you've done well, for this will be your only meal of the day.
She said nothing.
— You're strangely resigned, I expected you to resist more. I'd have been thrilled to see you writhing in pain after nearly gouging your eyes out.
She stares at me expressionless, as if her emotions have been silenced. My smile widens, I grab her by the hair to pull her up and toss her back into the back seat. I start up again, it's only 45 minutes to my hideout, everything's secure, no one will suspect her absence.
I glanced at her in the rearview mirror several times, she was still tied up tight, her face bloody, still wearing only the clothes I'd taken her in, just a white thong and matching top. Still, she stares at me, still stunned by her abduction.
I want to lock her up in a cage like an animal, she'll be my daily distraction, a well-trained fairground animal...
The ruined house where I used to live was finally taking shape, in fact this ruin contained a fully finished basement. I'm the owner of this big house, but I preferred not to renovate it and to leave it as it was. It was simpler to be totally unknown, because there was a name on this property: mine.
But nobody knows it... This name...
Who was I? A ghost... Just that.
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