The traitor. [MF, torture]

Bound by rope on her hands and knees she lies upon the table with her ass in the air, her holes completely exposed to me. Streams of tears flow from her eyes; she struggles for breath against the gag in her mouth; blood and bruises are marked all over her body.

She thought she could get away with selling information about us to those who live for our ruin; today is the day she remembers her place her place as the bitch she is.

Her ass is swollen with massive clusters of blood from her earlier her punishment. The slut looks to be drifting off, so I give her a hard smack on the ass to remind her of her fate. She cries and winces in agony, attempting to formulate muddy words with that gag in her mouth. I’m not one to silence the voice of others no matter how they’ve wronged me, so I release her gag and await the music which is about to soothe my aching ears.

I don’t bother to ask why she’s betrayed us. We both know how this is going to end. She cries and begs for what little dignity she has left, betraying herself as she begs me to spare her life, to do whatever I want with her so long as I spare her.

I smack her again and my blood rushes downward as her cries of agony and desperation fill the room.

I unbuckle myself and drop my pants, ridding myself of my shirt, I keep my boots on.

She knows what’s about to come next.

I step in front of her, I look her swollen, busted lips; she gasps as I pull back her head with a fistful of her hair; I tell her to open wide and she obeys; she cries as the blood from her mouth coats my cock from fucking her face with no mercy.

She gags on her blood as I make her take every inch of my cock.

She looks up at me to reveal the slow fade of pain into pleasure.

Her busted eye with her running mascara from all her blood and tears makes my cock even hungrier for more.

I pull myself from her mouth and I head back to her ass.

I smack her once again so I can hear the music of those sweet cries.

With any other lover of mine I’d make sure to do well in helping her take my cock in her ass, but the bitch in front of me was a traitor who takes my cock the way a traitor always will.

I shove my cock covered in her blood and spit in her ass, deep.

I thrust myself fast, hard, and deep into her, making sure the pain of her shoots through every part of her body with every thrust.

I pull her hair back harder than I usually would and I smack her ass again.

I reach so I can choke her; I’m in lust as I watch her eye look up to God as her face fades to purple from my grip; still pounding my cock in her ass.

Before it’s too late I let go of her throat and slam her head into the table; she gasps for air and winces at the pain, though she’s almost delirious at this point.

I pull my cock from her ass and marvel at the sight of all the shit which now coats it completely.

I don’t bother wiping it off, I shove my cock right in her pussy so she remembers what a nasty slut she is for me.

I grab her by her hair again, I have one of my men hand my gun and I shove it against the back of her head.

Body is leaking sweat, I’m panting in breath and I pick up the pace of my thrusts; I can feel the familiar twitch in my cock as my cum is ready to bust out of me.

She moans and cries in pain and pleasure like the cheap slut she is.

I grunt and moan from the sight of her battered body at my mercy, taking my shitty cock deep her slut pussy.

My chest heaves, my jaw drops, my eyes are delirious, she moans and cries in pleasure like she’s never felt before, my cock pulsates with cum rushing through as I pull back her head and squeeze the trigger, coating the walls and the floor with meat and bone.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j72lxj/the_traitor_mf_torture