ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

18: The Fight

RITA

Earth against Hell.

Armored, I am ready to face the Devil's Hands. Yet I am not sure if the combat with him will end in victory or defeat.

Probably the latter, as his gumption is sharper than mine.

However, I am not going to back off. I haven't blinked an eye because I didn't want to fall asleep. I don't know how long I have been swinging in this swing of his, where leather is draped to secure your hands and feet for safety, to prevent falling.

But my butt is starting to feel numb from swinging. I kind of regret adorning the bed with nettle kisses to strike him in his most sinful, indulgent moments. Now, I can't plant myself on the bed either.

I let out a sigh — where is he lurking?

My question is answered as the barn doors are pulled open, and the light pouring into the room is brighter than what my poor eyes have adjusted to.

I blink once. Twice. Then I recognize him. He stands in all his glory next to the door, his legs crossed, arms folded, and back supported by the door. His azure eyes are set on me.

"I knew you would love it in here. And you even found some toys to play with..." he hums, his words sending shivers down my spine as he gestures to the toys strapped around my forehead and waist to fend myself.

"You got on the swing, right? Impressive." He mocks my position as I adjust my legs through the round leather loops meant to keep me from falling.

"That's not how you use those clips." His bright sapphire eyes drop to my hoodie, where I've fastened them in preparation to snap them onto his face when I get close enough. "You want me to show you how to clip your buds—"

With a scream, I swing toward him and leap out of the swing, hurling myself at him in an attempt to bring him down. The start of my attack leaves him amused and completely unbothered.

But then I manage to bend him down a little as the synthetic manhood draped around my slim waist collides with his natural one in his pants, thanks to our height difference.

Having him bent down, I use the other one wrapped around my head to smack him on the neck before I kick his leg and bolt out.

Now that I am free, I rush toward the door, but it's locked. I wiggle the handle in the hope that Mother Nature might open it for me, but uh-uh. Instead, she sends the madman after me.

I glance back and see him standing right before the barn doors. All the color drains from my face, and my throat parches as I see him there with a stick that looks like a fly swatter.

I had seen it attached to the wall. But like a fool, I didn't arm myself with it. I should have taken one. Now, I am left with two strapped cocks and a chain to protect myself from his upcoming wrath.

"Crashing my nuts and my dick, making it throb in pain like my head... smashing it next with the gag... trying to escape... you were very naughty," he clicks his tongue, his eyes set on me, spitting venom, ready to make my ass pay.

"Oh... you asked for it," I scream back at him, my chin high, stubbornly holding my ground, though I already shift into hit-and-run strategy.

Otherwise, I won't outlast this encounter.

Letting go of the handle, I turn on my heels and dash into the living room. I hear him drag the long stick against the wall, the scrape echoing with a harsh sound that me fear that my dear butt will be next.

"Your bratty ass needs punishment, little flower..."

Our eyes lock as he enters the living room, his hand grasping his cock over his pants, his face scrunching in pain. "I'll make it throb like my dick..."