21·【Extra 6 I WANNA BE YOUR SL*VE 1.0】
I want to make your heart flutter with a rollercoaster of emotions.
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Please view with caution: This content contains descriptions of sexual intercourse, non-consensual sexual acts, obscene and manipulative acts, electric vibrators, ejaculation, shaving, placement, bondage, blindfolding, gagging, fingering, tongue manipulation, forced swallowing of semen, prostate orgasm, pain control, verbal abuse, obedience commands, and asphyxiation.
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We're back from Mexico.
Ever since the news broke that a serial killer couple, dissatisfied with the film adaptation, personally went to a screening and massacred audience members, that movie suddenly became a box office hit. Even though those Hollywood guys turned a horror novel into a pornographic film, audiences flocked to it even more, as if we weren't real killers, but stunt performers hired by the production team for publicity. Society is truly sick these days; people relish discussing monster stories in their spare time, just like gossiping about celebrities, unless they themselves are facing imminent disaster. While we hunt them, they are using us for entertainment.
We entered through Texas and arrived at a border town, planning to stay for three days to stock up on equipment and supplies before embarking on our perilous journey. It had been a long time since I'd stayed in a motel, and when I checked in, I forgot to tell the owner I wanted a double room. When we went to open the door with our keys, we discovered there were two single beds in the room. I immediately went to change rooms, but Lawrence suddenly stopped me, saying, "No need."
I looked at him, puzzled. Lawrence chuckled and shook the suitcase in his hand, filled with all sorts of sex toys he'd bought in Mexico City's red-light district. A chill ran down my spine. I turned to run, but Lawrence grabbed me by the back of the collar, dragged me back into the room like a rabbit, and tossed me onto the bed. A single bed was definitely too cramped; sometimes even the large round beds in love hotels weren't big enough for both of us. When Lawrence got aroused, he'd make me run all over the bed, often managing to climb off the edge only to be dragged back into the cage he'd created with his body. But now, Lawrence showed no sign of complaining about the single bed being too narrow—a bad sign, it meant he was about to start toying with me again.
Lawrence gave me a sinister smile, and a chill ran down my spine. The last time he smiled like that, he had tied me to a hotel bed all day, using over a dozen sex toys simultaneously—clamped, inserted, stuffed, and bound. By the time he released me, my voice was hoarse from screaming, and the semen he had extracted filled almost half a milk bottle. The bed was so wet it was unusable. If Lawrence really intended this, then those two beds were exactly what he wanted—one for sex, and one for sleeping.
I didn't want to be played like that again, so I frantically tried to crawl under the bed. Lawrence reacted quickly, pinning me to the bed first and skillfully putting on sex handcuffs. The chains threaded through the iron bed frame, impossible to pull off, and my hands were firmly bound above my head. He spread my legs, tying my ankles to the foot of the bed, and without removing any of my clothes, simply cut them open with a knife or tore them apart with his hands. I tried to struggle, but Lawrence pressed down harder on my hips, slashing a large gash in the crotch of my tough jeans with a knife, the tip of the blade also tearing my underwear in the process.
My penis and anus were exposed to the air, the cold, sharp blade pressed against my most vulnerable and sensitive spot, making me tremble with fear. Just as I begged for mercy, he took advantage of my open mouth and shoved a gag into it, then tightened the bandage behind my head. Tears streamed down my face as I whimpered for help, but Lawrence remained unmoved. Instead, he tore the rip in my pants wider until the two tattered pant legs resembled women's stockings on my thighs, covering nothing, as if I were deliberately exposing myself to seduce him.
Lawrence toyed with the dagger in his hand, staring intently at my naked genitals, his smiling eyes slowly narrowing. His gaze was almost tangible, as if his hand were caressing that unspeakable part. I shamefully turned my head away, burying my face in the pillow, refusing to look at my half-erect penis. Lawrence ignored it; he sat down beside my bed, the cold dagger pressed against my sensitive skin, making me tremble uncontrollably, my thighs twitching involuntarily. Lawrence spread my legs wider, gripping the knife as he leaned down. I immediately understood what he was going to do, but too afraid of the sharp blade so close to my face, I didn't dare even kick my leg. Lawrence gave a playful smile; my pleas for mercy were all muffled by a gag, leaving me only to whimper softly, trying to stop him.
Lawrence completely ignored me. He had recently shaved my pubic hair, and a small patch of light-colored down had just grown in. He gently stroked that soft hair with his knuckles, running his fingers along it. With each stroke, his nails inevitably grazed my penis, making me tremble with stimulation. There was no way to avoid it; Lawrence's fingers were too long, and my genitals were relatively small, leaving no room for escape. Lawrence could even support my entire genitals with one hand, making me sit on his hand, leaning against the wall, crying as he was fucked. The more I thought about it, the more ashamed I felt, and my body became increasingly sensitive. Suddenly, Lawrence blew on my genitals, startling me, and my vaginal opening began to gurgle like a mouth. Lawrence ruthlessly rubbed it there, then pressed the cold back of a knife against my genitals and began to shave off the downy hair, stroke by stroke.
I knew Lawrence didn't actually mind the few tufts of hair on my body, but he still wanted to remove them. Shaving, cutting my hair, removing my pubic hair—he arbitrarily trimmed me into whatever shape he wanted. For him, this gave him a pleasure more intimate and filthy than having sex with me. The razor blade gently scraped against my most sensitive and tender skin; I could almost feel my veins throbbing under his palm. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through me. I looked down and saw that Lawrence had made a shallow cut there, even pressing it with a wicked sense of pleasure, letting the blood seep out little by little, then licking it away with his tongue with extreme ecstasy. I simply didn't have the courage to look directly into his lustful eyes, yet I couldn't help but be drawn to that beautiful, deep blue. Lawrence seemed to enjoy my infatuation with him, his smile growing even more excited. He smeared the blood around the edge of my opening with his fingers, making it a muddy mess, and then inserted it inside. I tensed up immediately, whimpering softly, wanting him to stop. Lawrence quickly dilated me, took out an electric vibrator with protrusions, and ruthlessly inserted it into my vagina.
The hard texture was completely different from penises or fingers; the foreign object sensation was extremely intense. I desperately twisted my waist, trying to squeeze it out. Lawrence wouldn't let me succeed. He gripped my waist, holding me still, and roughly used the vibrator to pound inside me, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust, forcing me to swallow that thick, hard thing. My anus throbbed with pain from his pounding. By the time it was all inside, I was panting heavily, my body limp as if melting. Lawrence patted my sweaty, flushed face with satisfaction. While I was still dazed and panting, he suddenly pressed the remote control for the dildo. The intense vibrations wildly stimulated my prostate, sending a jolt of electric shock through my body. My penis immediately became fully erect, pitifully swaying, the head glistening with moisture. My eyes were red from being bullied, and I pleaded with Lawrence to turn the setting down a bit, but instead of doing so, he pushed open the door and left the room. Before leaving, he blindfolded me and said, "Don't you dare ejaculate before I get back, or I'll fuck you to death."
In the darkness, I listened desperately to his departing footsteps. My penis throbbed with pain, oozing pre-ejaculate. The urge to ejaculate was so intense, yet my deep-seated fear of Lawrence in matters of sex prevented my body from tensing involuntarily, no matter how much my instincts yearned for release. I had to focus all my attention on that organ, using every muscle to stop the semen from gushing out of my urethra; even my brain seemed to stop functioning, plunging me into a near-comatose, hazy state.
I don't know how much time passed before I heard the door open. I couldn't see anything or speak, and could only writhe uncomfortably, begging him to let me go. But then I suddenly realized the footsteps were wrong. Although Lawrence was wearing hard-soled, high-heeled cowboy boots, he walked silently like a large feline. So what was that clumsy clattering of heels I was hearing? An unease crept up my skin like insects. As if to confirm my suspicion, the man let out a strange laugh and walked towards me, saying, "What a pleasant surprise! How come there's a little cutie here who's tied herself up?"
I knew the sound of the door opening was off! It sounded like the door was being pried open with a wire! I'd never heard that voice before; it was strangely odd and hoarse—Lawrence's voice wasn't like that! I immediately struggled desperately, trying with all my might to pull off the handcuffs and shackles. The iron bed frame creaked and rattled, but it was too sturdy; I couldn't break free of the chains. The man touched my genitals, which Lawrence had just shaved, pinching my glans with his fingernails as he did so. "It looks so clean here, but it's all wet when I touch it?"
My erection was already unbearable, and I ejaculated the moment he touched me. The climax came suddenly, and my tense body went limp, but I felt no pleasure whatsoever; it was as if all the blood in my body had been drained by fear. What did he want? Was he going to assault me? In Lawrence's and my bed? The man's breath suddenly drew near, as if he were sniffing my neck. I shuddered and shrank back, but he grabbed my shoulder and his hand moved to my buttocks, discovering the deeply inserted dildo. "So that's what happened. Was it being placed there? Or was it being inserted by itself?"
As he spoke, he dug and prodded around the stretched-open opening, then inserted a finger into the vibrating dildo. I frantically twisted my body to avoid his lewd hand, making muffled "ooh-ooh" sounds as my mouth was filled, but no one could hear my cries for help. Damn it, where did Lawrence go?
The man unchained my ankle, trying to flip me over. I seized the opportunity to kick him hard in the stomach, but he caught me off guard and grabbed my ankle. I would rather die than be violated by anyone other than Lawrence, and I tried with all my might to break free, but he was incredibly strong. He dragged me by my ankle and roughly flipped me over. He lifted me by the waist, positioning me in a humiliating kneeling position on the bed with my buttocks raised. I was going crazy. He was pressing down on my back, breathing heavily, and licking my ear with his tongue. "Look at you, so lewd. Toys can't satisfy you, can they? Want to eat the real thing?"
His erect hips pressed against my back; he really wanted to rape me. My scalp tingled with fear, my hands and feet turned ice-cold, and I sobbed loudly in terror. I wanted to call Lawrence's name, but the gag was so tight that only broken syllables came out of my throat. The man pulled out his belt and whipped my buttocks hard. I wanted to scream in pain, but the gag was too big; saliva kept dripping from the edge, much of it even getting into my throat. I couldn't cough, only choking and spasming, nearly choking myself to death.
The man lewdly kneaded my buttocks, then suddenly pulled the entire vibrator out, its protrusion grinding against my prostate. I gasped, my penis once again involuntarily rising. The man gripped the base of my penis and began rapidly stroking it up and down. I used all my strength to pull at the handcuffs binding me to the headboard; this was truly my last chance to escape, but it was useless. His penis was already pressed against my still-open anus, eagerly rubbing against my buttocks. Tears streamed down my face as I cried out Lawrence's name in a prayerful voice. The man became even more excited, thrusting his hips violently, roughly forcing open my anus, his enormous, menacing penis plunging inside. I broke down in tears, and a familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears, "It's like it's confirming my shape inside, convulsing incessantly."
I felt like I'd been granted a pardon, and my eyes instantly welled up with tears. The blindfold was removed, and Lawrence turned my chin, removing the gag that had been torturing me so much. He licked the saliva off my chin with his tongue. Looking at my stunned and incredulous face, he gave me a utterly despicable, gleeful smile. "Such a lovely reaction, Ray. It's been so long since I've seen you struggle like this; it's like the first time."
I was instantly filled with anger and resentment, and tears streamed down my face. Lawrence waved a Walkman in front of my eyes, and before I could even figure out what was going on, he began thrusting violently into my anus. He had clearly been holding back for a long time; his movements were even rougher than usual, fucking me mercilessly in a beastly mating position, each thrust hitting my prostate. My waist went limp, and my buttocks involuntarily rose higher. My insides were already wet and soft from the electric vibrator, and Lawrence's movements were effortless, like a pile driver, pounding into my deepest depths. My anus was being fiercely violated by his penis, and my mouth wasn't spared either. He used his fingers to tease and play with my tongue, as if trying to rip that soft flesh out. My mouth and lips emitted obscene, wet sounds, and saliva that I couldn't swallow dripped down his arm, while his penis was also leaking pre-ejaculate, soaking the sheets beneath me.
He unlocked my handcuffs, holding one end in his own hand and the other on my collar. Sometimes he would pull on that thing like it was a horse's reins, riding me like it was riding on a horse; other times he would choke me and shove my face into the pillow, as if he wanted to suffocate me. I suffocated until my vision went white, my anus convulsing and clenching that thick, grotesque penis. Lawrence thrust into me rapidly dozens of times, then pulled his penis out, pried my chin open, and ejaculated all of it into my mouth, forcing me to swallow the hot, salty, fishy semen. No matter how humiliated I was, I could only do as he said.
Lawrence turned me over and gave me a sticky, semen-scented kiss. I hadn't recovered from the fear of almost being violated by "someone else," and I sobbed softly, clinging tightly to his neck, my skin pressed intimately against his sweaty chest, feeling the unique rhythm of Lawrence's heartbeat, inhaling his scent from the crook of his neck—only then could I find a sense of security. Lawrence became hard again from my rubbing, and we made love four more times before stopping. In the end, I was covered from head to toe in his semen, even my hair and eyelashes were sticky, and my body was filled with his stuff, like a lion's mark on its territory. I was completely exhausted, too weak to even move a finger, yet I felt a surge of relief, a warmth that made my soul feel whole again.
Lawrence slowly withdrew his penis from my body, and my anus immediately gushed out like a burst dam. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, then used his own penis to plug it up again, hugging me from behind, and we lay down together on the soaking wet single bed. Perhaps only in this connected position could we avoid feeling cramped in the tiny bed, which was barely a meter wide. The Walkman was a new purchase by Lawrence; under the pretext of testing its functions, he had the shopkeeper utter those few obscene and lewd words, which he recorded onto a cassette tape. He deliberately pretended to be a burglar, robbing and assaulting me, just to see my pitiful, panicked, and desperate resistance.
I really wanted to punch that smug, handsome face, but that would only get me another beating from him, so I could only bury my face in the blankets and sob quietly, forcing Lawrence to comfort me gently. But no matter how much I begged and pleaded, he didn't give me a promise that he would never do such a terrible thing again. I knew I'd be driven crazy by him sooner or later.
A note from the author:
The next three chapters will be a chaotic mess of my sadistic tendencies; petting dogs is truly a delightful thing (laughs).
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