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I was not frightened of what he would do to me, but of what I was willing to do at his command.
“Fuck yourself. Come on, Jess. In and out.” Why did he have to make it worse by talking me through it?
was getting close... so close... god, it felt so good, my knees were buckling... “Jessica, stop. Now.”
His grip on my throat tightened, pressing me back, making my breathing difficult but not impossible.
“Do you want to leave?” Manson whispered tenderly in my ear. “Or do you want to face your fear and be a good girl for me?”
He grinned proudly. “You wanted a dance with the devil, Jess. Well, now you have four.”
“Be a good angel then: crawl over to them, and offer them your mouth.”
“Such a good girl."
Lucas grabbed hold of my face, forcing me to look back at them.
had been reduced to a helpless little doll, chained and obedient, scared but ready to be used.
“What did we used to tell you, Jess? You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us.” Manson’s voice rumbled eagerly from behind me, deepening with excitement, “And if you want to fuck one of us, you fuck all of us.”
Lucas’s converse kicked apart my knees, spreading them,
“Can I…” My voice shook, forming words almost impossible. “Can I taste... please?” More laughter from the three of them, laughter that seemed to echo all around me in the dark.
Vincent tightened his grip on my face, holding me still as Jason used my mouth. “Look up at him, angel,”
“Good girl, Jess.” I heard Manson get up from the bed and approach me,
“Easy, angel,” Vincent said, and his hands slid over my hips and down – down between my legs as he caressed over my thighs and sent goosebumps up my back. “Lucas isn't very nice, is he?” “Lucas needs to be more careful.” Manson’s voice was a command, as was the grip he briefly had on Lucas’s arm as he circled him.
“Oh, so wet, little angel,”
“Make him come, Jess,”
“Such a good little whore,”
He slapped me again, slapped me harder, his strength still curbed to make sure I didn’t accidentally get him with my teeth.
“She’s not allowed to come,”
“Be a good girl,”
“Am I doing good?”
“Very good, angel. So good that I have a little surprise for you.”
“I won’t hurt you, angel,” he said. “I only want to remind you who’s in charge. I only want to remind you to keep being such a good girl.” My eyes flickered to Vincent, who nodded sagely at Manson’s words. “Be a good girl for Daddy Manson, Jess,” he said, a tease in his voice. “I’m sure he’s already shown you what happens to bad girls, hasn’t he?”
I’d never thought I could experience so much pleasure just from words, so much ecstasy from fear.
“You’re doing so well, angel, I’m so proud." He spoke gently, his voice soothing. "You look so pretty with your mouth filled up with his cock.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. My chin was wet with saliva - it had even dripped down to my breasts and onto my bra.
“Manson, please…” I could hardly manage the words. “Please... I want you to-” “Shhh, shh, little angel.”
“No, no, no, Jess,” he spoke gently, barely above a whisper. “Look at me. I need to see your eyes.”
“Good girl. So brave.” His knee pressed up against me, right against my sensitive, swollen clit. I gasped at the contact, a hard shudder going through me. I moaned, and my hips began to grind again, rubbing myself against him.
“What a filthy angel. Look at you: you need it that badly? Grinding against me like a puppy?” He pressed his knee against me harder, so that the intensity of the pressure on my clit was painful. But I still kept grinding, whining, moaning deep in my throat. The added fear that too much movement could cause the blade to cut into me only made it hotter.
Manson moved his knee away from my cunt, and I cried out in frustration. “N-no! Touch me please... don’t... don’t…”
“Aww, my poor little Jess,” he laughed at me, laughed at my helplessness. “What’s wrong? What do you want?” I whined even louder, straining against his hand, writhing.
“Oh, no, no, we can’t have that.” He straddled me, and pulled my hands up from between my legs. I fought him all the while. “Fuck, no! You asshole, you fucking asshole, don’t – “
“Little angels need to learn not to touch themselves without permission, don’t they?”
don’t blame you. I know it’s so hard to be good when you want it so badly. But you need to learn to be a good girl.”
“Don’t try to get away, Jess. Take your punishment like a good girl.”
I squirmed up against his hand, whining desperately. I was so close... so close… “Not yet.” He pulled his hand away, and I shrieked in fury. “Fuck! No, Manson, please!”
“What a spoiled little thing. You shouldn’t curse at me, Jess.” He shook his head. “You shouldn’t have done that. It was very bad. Do you know what happens to bad girls?”
“I’m good... I’m... fuck... I need... I want…” “You’ve been punished enough.” His face was so close and gently, so gently, his lips brushed against mine. “Do you deserve to come now? Hm? Do you think you deserve it?”
“Only if you think I deserve it,” I whispered. “I’m... I’m your slave, right? So I do what you say, so…” I met his eyes with my tearful ones, giggling a little at the sheer, overwhelming sensations of it all. "Only if you want me to come."
"What a good girl. What a very good girl."
“That’s going to make me come, Master,” I said shakily. “P-please – please – let me come – ”
“Oh, you’re not done yet, angel.”
"Aww, is that not enough for the little angel? Need a bit more? Need something to fill you up? You really seemed to like my fingers inside you."
"You're going to get off on this knife, Jess," he said. "And I'm going to hold you open, nice and still, so you don't get hurt."
"Look at me, Jess. Right now. Don't you dare look away. I want to see all your pretty tears as you come all over this knife for me, understand?"
until Manson suddenly pressed his hand over my mouth. "Scream all you want," he growled. "You don't really have much choice."
Manson continued to thrust inside me, laughing at every heightened shriek, at every frantic, overwhelmed twitch of my body - at the brief but violent gush of arousal that came before I could stop it. "Even squirting for me? What a good girl. Fuck, that’s beautiful."
