THE STALKER V.

AMELIA.

“There’s something between m…" My voice trailed off as my dues fluttered open. My head still felt hazy, pain shooting through my being.

My skin felt stiff as my eyes took their time to adapt to my surroundings, making me fully able to feel what was really between my legs.

It was a really bad dream but I’m okay now, I’m awake.

The feeling between my legs felt incredibly real, cold, metallic and it hurt so much that I couldn’t swallow the sobs that welled up in my throat.

I’d thought it was a dream but as I took in my surroundings and the sharp pain between my legs, I knew at once that it was no dream.

This is my reality now.

Rowan was there in between my legs, with a knife positioned to the entrance of my pussy. I opened my mouth to scream and noticed the aching pain in my throat. It hurt so much.

“NO! STOP!” I yelled out as loud as I could, the pain not stopping me from screaming but Rowan only laughed as his palm collided with my cheeks, hurting and definitely leaving a red mark.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!” He spat, cutting a hole in my virgin cunt with his knife. It hurts, it hurts so fucking bad that all I could see was red.

I wanted to break free, I wanted to run away from this psycho because maybe I wanted this, maybe I wanted to be hurt and probably killed but right now, I really didn’t want to die.

“Don’t do this, I beg you! Please. I don’t wanna die, I don’t want to die.” I repeated as if he cared but he didn’t listen and the pain was so unbearable that I could see the grim reaper right in front of me.

“I’m going to—” Before I could begin talking again, he replaced the knife with his cock and pushed himself against me, he was as hard as a rock.

The tip of his thick, lengthy cock entered my tight pussy and I screamed in utter agony, feeling the hole of my cunt stretched wide to accommodate his girth.

As a result of the brutality from the knife earlier on and his cock now, I didn’t need a priest to tell me that my pussy had torn, I felt it.

He hadn’t used any lubricant and I was completely dry from being so terrified to my core, of course he didn’t care about that, why would he?

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! PLEASE STOP!” I screamed, clawing at the bed, gasping and crying as Rowan assaulted me.

“I should have used a fucking gag on you.” He sighed, pushing my legs apart, giving a hard shove forward, he buried his fat cock in me completely, the tip bumping painfully against my cervix.

“AHHHH!” I let out a loud howl of pain that was drowned out at once when Rowan bent down to kiss me hard, bruising my lips.

He soon pulled away and began thrusting in my hole painfully fast, my chest heaved as I sobbed and shook my head but I was too weak to cry out any louder.

“Stop making yourself suffer,” Rowan said to me in a tone that was soft, different from the one he’d been using before, “Tell yourself you enjoy it and you will.” He added.

“You were born to take dick. It's your only true purpose in life. You want to be stuffed with my cock. Say it.”

Rowan reached forward with a hand and I shuddered, but he only used the lightest of touches to caress my cheek; an odd gesture considering his cock was twitching deep inside my ravaged pussy.

“Say it!” He ordered, his tone harsh now as he pounded into me and I felt a huge bile in my throat as I swallowed.

Looking up at him, tears clouded my vision and I hiccuped as I spoke, “I want to be stuffed with your cock.”

“That’s my good girl.” He breathed before brutally slamming into me again. I balled my hands into fists and clenched my teeth from the pain, trying my hardest to tell myself I was enjoying this.

Anything to get this gut wrenching pain to lessen.

Rowan started working my clit, rubbing two fingers in quick circles on my clit as he pumped in and out of me and I felt my body awaken as he continued the act.

My body responded to the stimulation, wetting his cock with my juices, my eyes rolled back as Rowan began to move with ease. My pussy grabbing onto his dick as he pumped, moving so fast that the bed moved.

My boobs bounced with the force of his deep thrusts and Rowan lowered his head to take one of my boobs into his mouth.

His tongue flicked against my sensitive nipple, causing it to harden and despite myself, I moaned softly, my body shaking with built up orgasm.

“Now tell me, little doll, who are you?” He asked as he fucked me, I could hear ringing in my head as my toe curled and my pussy walls clenched.

“I— I’m— I’m Amelia.” I responded, my head hazy.

“No, you’re my slave.”

“Oh,” I moaned, my body giving in, “I’m your slave.” I repeated.

“What are you?”

I didn't need to be told what he thought I was, “I'm a whore, Master." I responded.

Smiling proudly, Rowan thrusted in extra deep, eliciting a wince out of me, “Exactly, you’re my whore.” He affirmed as he continued to fuck my tight, wet pussy, curling his hand around my neck hard enough to choke me.

The walls of my tiny cunt clenched all around him, trying to push out the intrusion each time he thrust in but he only moaned, enjoying the narrow sensations.

His hand around my neck felt like a vice, it tightened slowly and once again, he stole my breath as they tightened really hard. I gasped for air and pulled on my wrists, burning them on the ropes.

The familiar burn in my throat came back and I looked at him, my eyes pleading but he paid no heed to the desperate look in my eyes as I slipped in and out of consciousness.

Rowan fucked me relentlessly, choking me while he did so. His teeth gritted as he thrusted one last time, the thrust so hard that my back left the bed.

Placing his weight on me, he dumped loads of cum inside me just like he’d done with my mouth. I knew I was a mess of blood, welts and bruises, the sharp pain on my neck also told me that I’d been bruised there too.

“Fucking Beautiful.” I heard him say, feeling his lips on mine, delving his tongue into my unresponsive mouth and that was the last thing I felt before everything went dark.

When does it end? This wasn’t what I expected.

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When I woke up again, I was instantly aware of the pain in my neck and throat. It hurts to move my head and it hurts even more to breathe.

Other parts of my body ached as well, especially my sore pussy and looking around the dark room in despair, I couldn’t help but cry to myself.

“He’s a psycho, he’s going to kill me.”

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re hurting my feelings,” his voice startled me, “I’m not going to kill you unless you give me a reason to.” He finished, I knew it was a lie.

Rowan stepped into the room with a sick smile, I could see that he had another hard-on that caused me to whimper in fear, wanting to disappear.

“Why are you doing this to me?! Maybe, I’ve rejected a lot of guys but never you! I’ve never done anything to you!” I cried out, shaking in fear and the anxiety in my stomach kept rising as he stepped closer.

“Ah, how do I answer this?” He asked rhetorically, “you didn’t do anything to me, I came here and you happened to be one of the very few that caught my eye.”

“I just had to have you,” he grinned, it was creepy, fearsome but I felt a part of me melt in delight that he chose me, he wanted me.

“So tell me, what do you think I’m going to do after I’m done using you?” He questioned, “cut you up into tiny pieces, turn you into mincemeat and feed you to my dogs?” He grinned even wider.

The scars on the burnt half of his face crumpled up and I felt goosebumps all over me as I suddenly felt cold and shook my head desperately.

“No, please, I'll do anything. Please don't kill me! I'll be your whore, I'll do anything. ANYTHING YOU WANT! I’LL DO IT!” My voice rang in desperation, brightening Rowan’s smile.

It seemed like the exact kind of response that he wanted to hear from me, a girl who’s desperate to live.

“Really? Anything?”

“Yes, anything. I swear!”

“Good. Guess I won't have to kill you now then,” he smiled, there was some humor in his voice as he stood up, “Let’s continue.”