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  With my eyes closed and sound my only guide, I’d tried to make sense of what was going on, but the fear blocked me. Once we’d come to a stop the fear only amped up that much more and when he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and brought me here, I still didn’t know what to expect.

  Of course I’d tried to escape as soon as he put me down, but that only seemed to anger him more. The first time he forced himself into my body I thought he would split me in two. His hiss at finding me a virgin and the things he said made me blush even now. What made me blush even harder was the fact that by the second time he took me my body had betrayed me. That I can never forgive.

  I don’t believe that drivel he’d told me about dad either. In nineteen years I’ve never heard anyone say a bad word about him or my family for that matter. A family who’s been one of the premiers in our town going back a couple centuries.

  I never got involved in dad’s business, so I knew very little about that, but I knew the man that he was and he would never cheat anyone. Whoever this Nicolo person was he was nothing but a lying monster. I would’ve called him something else but even as I thought it my body remembered. I was embarrassed at the heat that started between my thighs. What had he done to me?

  I concentrated even harder on finding a way out. My eyes finally landed on something that could be of use to me and I hopped off the little cot and went to get it. I was back in place when he returned carrying a tray. I looked away from him and refused to even acknowledge his presence. He placed the tray down next to me. “Eat.” I looked from the sandwich and juice to him and turned my back.

  “Fuck, like I don’t have anything better to do.” He grabbed my face and tried to force the bread into my mouth. It was just the chance I needed. I brought the stake from beneath my leg and swung at his face. He knocked my hand aside and jumped back out of the way. It was so fast I didn’t even see him move.

  I felt tears of frustration burn my eyes as he looked at me in shock. I waited for the blow that was sure to come, but instead all he did was reach down and pick up the iron stake I’d found in the corner. It was part of one of his torture devices but someone had left if off. It would’ve done a lot of damage had I done it right but now I’d missed my chance.

  He flung it aside and I scooted back on the narrow cot as he advanced. “Don’t you come near me you fucking asshole.” I threw every derogatory word I could think of at his head but all he did was smile as he started to get undressed.

  “No.” I knew what that meant, and I hated my body for reacting. How could I want more of his vicious sex? How could my body want his after what he’d done to me? Still my eyes were drawn to that thick length between his thighs and my puss leaked and clenched in need. He grinned and my eyes flew to his. He knew the bastard.

  “I see your little pussy’s still hungry. Can’t get enough huh.” He had every right to be smug I guess, since there was no way for me to hide my hardening nipples and the way I rubbed my thighs together as if already feeling him there.

  He was like some sort of machine. From all the stories I’ve heard it usually took the male of the species a while to regroup after even one bout of sex. But for him it had been hours of nonstop pounding into my virgin body without a care and each time he’d stayed hard and stiff after, only to start all over again.

  I’d always thought I’d lose my virginity on my wedding night, to someone who would love me more than his next breath. Someone, who would take care with me. Someone, who would cherish the gift of my virginity.

  Instead I’d lost it to this unfeeling monster whose only words had been ‘fuck you’re a virgin? I should send your old man a picture of your blood on my cock.’ How crass how unfeeling. So why did my body want his? How was that possible when I hated him more than I’ve ever hated anyone before in my life?

  He reached out a hand and grabbed my ankle, dragging me back before turning me roughly to my stomach. I screamed and kicked but to no avail. I threatened him with all manner of retribution but he just laughed.

  I felt his knee in my back as he did something with the swinging contraption that hung over the cot. Then he took my hands and lifted them above my head and the pain was excruciating.

  My limbs were still sore from their earlier hanging and now they burned. I fought back the tears but they escaped anyway as he tied my hands in place over my head.

  I looked back over my shoulder to see what he was going to do next and almost choked. He wasn’t fully hard yet and he was still huge. Had that thing really been inside me? No wonder I felt like he’d ripped me in two. I pulled against the rope, remembered pain giving me energy but there was no give and no one was going to come to my rescue.

  “Stop moving. How am I supposed to get my dick in that tight little pussy of yours if you don’t hold still?” His cold hand came up between my legs from behind and cupped me. I felt one then two then three fingers force themselves inside me and hated the wet heat that he pulled from my body with just a few soft strokes.

  “Umm, look at that. Your pussy’s all wet and I haven’t even started you bad girl. I wonder what daddy would say if he knew you like it rough? None of those preppy boys for you huh. Maybe I’ll keep you as my side piece when I’m done.”

  “Fuck you.” I tried spitting at him but I didn’t have the right angle and it just landed on my shoulder. “No, fuck you.” I screamed or at least tried to when I felt him drive himself into me from behind. This is it I’m going to die. “Stop please, you’re killing me.”

  “I wonder what the headlines would say.” He whispered in my ear as he thrust into my body. “Young beauty queen fucked to death by monster cock. Details at eleven.” He’s twisted.

  “I hate you.” It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up inside me but I couldn’t get away. His hand on my tummy held me in place for his wicked thrusts into my body.

  7

  Stacey

  * * *

  The burning feeling between my thighs helped to keep the hate alive, but it wasn’t long before my body betrayed me again. I couldn’t let this happen; couldn’t keep giving into him, it was embarrassing. Just then his other hand came around and I felt his fingers on my clit. Oh no! It didn’t take much for them to have me moaning and pushing back on his cock.

  He laughed and talked about my body’s reaction and I wanted to die of shame. “Now I have to punish you.” What had he been doing all this time? The man is insane. He did something to the ropes again and my knees barely touched the cot.

  What was he up to now? He felt harder, deeper this way as he almost stood behind me now instead of kneeling on the cot. I felt him pull out of my body only to slam back in and I lost all train of thought.

  My mouth hung open as wide as my eyes as I knelt almost suspended on the bed. The only movement was the back and forth of my body caused by his slamming into me from behind. The comical expression on my face was put there by my surprise not only at the size of his cock, but the finesse with which he used it.

  He wasn’t trying to punish me this time, at least not in the conventional sense of the word. No the sadistic son of a bitch had found another way to torment me; he was using my own body to shame me.

  Why else would he place light kisses along my neck and run his hands gently up and down my middle until he reached between my thighs? And once there, why would he play his fingers so beautifully against my swollen clit until I was ready to beg and plead for him not to stop?

  “What happened to all that lip you had before huh?” He leaned over my arched back and bit into my nape. Not in the usual place a man would mark a woman, but right in the center over that place where the neck met the spine. “I can feel you tightening around my cock and your pussy’s so fucking wet, umm.”

  “I…” It was as far as I got before he pulled out slowly, and just when I thought the sweet pleasure-pain was at an end, that maybe now he’d take it easy, he slammed back into me so hard he knocked the wind out of me. I bit my tongue to hold back the sc
reams but I couldn’t hide my body’s natural reaction.

  When I felt my body weakening again, giving into his horrible treatment of me, I lashed out. Since my hands were bound I only had my tongue and I put it to good use. “I hate you. You’ll never be the man my father is, you’re nothing but a thug who…”

  “Your pussy loves this thug though doesn’t it?” He laughed at me, like he knew what I was trying to do. Of course he knew, even while I’m yelling at him my stupid body is telling him the truth.

  Then he really made me pay for my outburst. Instead of hard punishing thrusts, the fiend became gentle. His hands when they cupped my breasts were tender, and he moved in and out of my body slowly now, as if we were lovers. This was worst.

  I had to stop this, had to get him back to acting like the monster he is. I didn’t want his soft caresses. I’d already given him too much of myself. Think Stacey think. “Please, my arms hurt.” I made my voice as pained as possible though it wasn’t really much of a stretch, my arms did burn like fire. The problem was I was beginning to like it. Just like everything else he’ done to me, I was beginning to crave the sweet pleasure pain I got from being tied and at his mercy.

  “You promise to behave if I untie you hmm? Are you going to be my good girl?” I nodded my head as my heart raced. “Yes!” I held still waiting for his next move. As soon as he freed my arms I kicked out trying to reach his balls but once again he was too fast for me.

  His laughter only infuriated me more and when he pushed me down on the bed and surged into me I felt hot tears of shame as my body answered his. He laughed again and buried his face in my neck taking the flesh between his teeth.

  I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the way he made me feel. I bit my lip until it bled to keep the moans from escaping but I should’ve known he wouldn’t allow that.

  “Oh no you don’t. Let me hear those screams.” He pinched my nipple, stroked my clit, and bit into my neck as he plowed his length into me. “Cum.” My body flew up and away as I threw my head back against his shoulder and screamed.

  “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” His words made me feel warm all over and I felt liquid heat rush from my body. His deep groan told me he felt it too. “Again.” I was afraid of what would happen next.

  “Squeeze.” I did my best but my insides were a quivering mass of goo and I had very little control left. “Please…”

  “I said cum princess.” I screamed and thrashed on his cock not understanding how just his voice saying those words could make my body obey his command. And when I finally felt his release pulsing inside me my body drank it in greedily.

  8

  Nico

  * * *

  I have got to stay the fuck away from that girl. For fuck sake I think I might need to see a doctor or some shit. I shaved her pussy the second day she was here, that had been an adventure in itself.

  I doubt there’s another motherfucker in the world who had to stop midway through that shit to fuck. Couldn’t even make it through the whole thing without giving in to the hold her snatch had over me.

  She’s been here four days and it feels like a lifetime. I’d taken her from the playroom and locked her up in my room. I told myself it was because I needed to keep an eye on her while I slept, but I could’ve tied her ass to the ceiling again for that. The truth is I didn’t want her away from me.

  Now I’m here twiddling my thumbs when I have shit to do. Her old man had come through on his end and I’d already dispatched the other asshole to hell. I was supposed to let her go yesterday but kept coming up with excuses not to.

  The problem is, I’m a man of my word and I cannot go back. How the fuck was I to know she’d haunt my ass before she was even gone? “Fuck this shit.” I left the home office and went back upstairs where I’d left her tied to my bed.

  As soon as the door opened and I saw her, I got mad as fuck. I didn’t like her having this kind of power over me. I should be able to walk the fuck away without a second thought. I’ve done it countless times before, so why now? Why her? I’ve been asking myself that same question all last night.

  Her eyes followed me as I moved into the room unbuttoning my shirt. I wonder if she knew she’d lost that look of fear and hate from her eyes. If she knew that her eyes were now full of hunger and need. That was part of the problem. I’d meant to break her and I did, but not the way I’d expected.

  When she wasn’t cussing at me and calling me all manner of vile things, she was soft and sweet, cooing for my cock. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that shit?

  I know that most of the women I’ve dealt with were on my dick for either my money or my looks. Bunch a coldhearted fucks. But I’d chosen them for that very reason.

  I never wanted attachments, so I steered clear of anyone who I suspected would even remotely get a rise out of me. Some of them had professed undying love of course. Like I believed their lying asses. But this one, I can’t figure her out.

  I stripped without saying a word to her before making my way over to the bed. She was gorgeous, even after days of being tied up here for my pleasure. Her legs and arms moved against the sheets as she tried in vain to break her restraints.

  I straddled her on the bed, keeping my eyes on hers as I led my cock to her mouth. When she refused to open up, I just simply squeezed her jaw and slipped my cockhead past her lips. “If you bite me I’ll slit your throat.”

  There was the terror I knew and loved. It flashed in her eyes before she closed them. Which was just as well or she’d have seen my reaction to her fear, or worse yet that I was full of shit. I barely restrained myself from reaching out to caress her cheek and tell her that everything was going to be okay. That little bit of softness pissed me off all over again and I threw it off.

  Grabbing her hair in my hands I face fucked her until pre-cum dribbled down the sides of her mouth and her tonsils tickled my cock slit. She had no choice but to take everything I did to her since her hands were tied to the bedpost.

  She was too compliant, that too made me angry. I didn’t trust it. No way I’ll believe she’d forgotten how she got here and as much as she loved my cock I wasn’t about to kid myself that all was forgiven. She’s female and those fucks can be wily and slick as shit. She was probably hoping to get me to soften up so she could find a chance to gut my ass.

  I untied her hands and pulled her up with my cock still stuffed in her mouth. I fucked into her neck a couple times before pulling my dick out of her neck and flipping her over on her stomach so I could see her fine ass. I had the need to get balls deep in her pussy with her on her hands and knees before me.

  It had fast become my favorite position to take her in. Not only did it allow me to fuck her deeper, but I love those pussy hurt noises she makes when I’m doing her rough from behind. She was already trying to scramble away but I pulled her back easily enough.

  “You know you want me to fuck, stop pretending.” She growled some shit at me that made me laugh. She’s too fucking cute.

  Before she could start her shit I pulled her hands behind her back and tied them together. I spanked her pretty ass once just for the hell of it and when she looked back over her shoulder at me with fire in her eyes, I pushed my cock into her, stretching her tight pink pussy wide open.

  I saw it in her eyes, she was expecting me to fuck her like a bull the way I always do. I had something for her ass. Instead of the hard pounding she was accustomed to, I fucked her slow and deep. Her moans and grunts weren’t long in coming and knowing how much she hated that I could do this to her satisfied the freak in me.

  “Cock that ass in the air.” I didn’t even have to spank her ass to get her to obey me. Her ass went up and my cock went deep into her belly. I placed a hand under her tummy and fucked into her until her juices covered my rod. Her pussy was hot and tight as fuck even though I’d done my best in the last few days to stretch that shit out. By the time I was done with her no other dick was gonna satisfy her.

  The thought of he
r letting some other asshole have her pissed me the fuck off and I wrapped my hand around her throat pulling her head back before common sense stepped in. What the fuck Nico, she’s not yours. That little bit of truth had me stopping mid-stroke.

  I didn’t like nor appreciate the feeling of loss that rushed through me. Instead of punishing her for my own thoughts I nipped her jaw as I surged into her. “You squeeze my cock so good baby.” I liked this part of our game. When her defenses were down and she forgot that we were enemies.

  She pushed her ass back at me and moved her hips from side to side, trying to get more of my cock in her. “You want me to womb fuck you baby, is that what you want?” I knew she wouldn’t answer, that she’d just let her body talk for her. I’d fucked around with her womb by mistake once when I got carried away and fucked into her too hard.

  She’d screamed bloody murder but she’d cum as hard as I’d ever seen. Since then I knew she was sore because she hissed whenever I got anywhere near her cervix. But the wild thrusting of her hips told me she was ready to feel that sweet pain again. I tried something now just to test her.

  “I won’t give you what you want unless you ask me nicely.” I bit her ear before moving onto her neck. She stopped moving on my dick for a few seconds before grinding her pussy down on my cock again. I slid out of her nice and slow until just the head of my cock stayed inside.

  She whimpered like a little puppy and spread her legs wider. Perfect position for a spanking! I smacked her firm ass once and watched it bounce. She snapped back on my cock and swallowed half of it with her pussy before I knew what she was doing.

  “Oh no you don’t. You want this dick you’re gonna have to ask for it.” She threw me a death glare over her shoulder but that shit just made me grin. She don’t scare me.