He’d been in a rather deep sleep that morning, so much so that he’d missed her trying to wake him and in return, he’d missed the chance to spend some quality time with her before work. It didn’t take long for him to wake up when he did, there was laying around like usual as he did when she was there, instead he pushed out of her bed and went searching for something he always required in the morning to wake up, a warm shower.
After the shower and drying himself off he got changed in her room, his vibrant blue eyes scanning over her drawers and other items, the temptation to look through them barely being held at bay at the moment. No, he’d wait till some other time to go through her things, to search through her intimate items and he’d make sure she was there to watch him do it; it’d be one of those weird fucked up bonding moments, or at least so he thought.
Of the things that caught his eye that was left out in the open, one particular item made him smirk and he even put aside pulling on his clean clothes to walk over and pick it up. Slowly he smacked it down against his hand, first the backend of the object which still made decent impact toy, then the end that held the brushing spikes. One smack with that side to his hand and his smirk grew, oh how much fun he could have with this and tanning her pretty little arse cheeks: and other locations. Twirling the brush in his hand he gripped it by the head, eyes scanning over the handle as memories kicked in and made his cock twitch between his legs. Sizing up the handle he mused to himself that it would make a good starting toy, it was larger than her fingers for sure, so it’d do a decent job of teasing her cum box, maybe even in helping him stretch out that virgin ass of hers a little.
Having placed the brush back to its original position he went about getting dressed, first things first he pulled slightly faded out black jeans, followed by socked and boots, finishing off with a white long-sleeved t-shirt and after that, it only took buckling his belt to finish up getting dressed which left him with nothing else to do for the rest of the morning but prepare.
He’d wait patiently until her lunch break started before he’d interrupt her, after all, he was a gentleman, though what came next would have been much less gentle. The second he’d see her free of her laptop he’d take her, an arm around her mouth from behind, rough fingers stopping her from screaming as he held her hard against his form. Seconds later he’d force a piece of cloth into her mouth, quickly to stop any screams or such, the minute his fingers moved from her lips he’d have forced the fabric in there before throwing pulling a cover over her head, so she’d now be unable to talk and see anything going on.
It didn’t take much to lift her, though this time he didn’t throw her over his shoulder, she’d have caught on to who he was if it did that like the other times, least this way there may have been doubt in her mind; even if she was sure it was him doing it, how sure would she stay through what he had planned for her?
Once in the basement he tossed her onto the bed without care, he knew it was sturdy enough to not break under her, from the edge of the bed he’d snatch at her arms, gripping her wrists and pulling them forward so he could tie them together with thick rope, making sure there was no way she’d be able to break or slide her small hands out of them. Afterwards came her legs, though she’d have felt something different there, instead of the familiar rope wrapping them, all she’d be able to feel would be cold iron against her skin, snapping shut and locking her in place. From that point no matter how hard she’d kick, pull, push, or try to open or close her legs she’d be trapped though that might have calmed her nerves some considering at the moment her legs weren’t exactly spread so she could be used; it was a positive thing, right?
Picking her back up off the bed he’d walk with her a second, moving her over to the corner against a wall, his hands forcing hers upwards and placing her over onto an impromptu hook that would keep her hands in place and force her small form to stay almost tipped toed in order to not be hanging like a piece of meat. Something cold and sharp would play over the fabric of her shirt, even If it wasn’t running against her skin, she’d still be able to feel the sharp end poking at her chest from time to time, until finally the sound of fabric splitting open and being sliced filled her ears and the basement. His knife cut through her top like butter, exposing her body and bra, something which he sliced at too, leaving it hanging off her form just like her shirt.
Edging the cold knife against the soft flesh of her breasts he’d knew what kind of effect it’d have on her body, even if she wasn’t scared, the surprising assault of coldness on her tender skin should have caused shudders, whimpers or even juices to start flowing into her panties; he’d soon find out. Inch by inch the knife would round her breasts, from time to time he’d press the point more into her, threatening close to piercing her skin, temptingly so. From one breast to another he enjoyed the slowly teasing, the way her body tensed for moments before relaxing again, only to startle back to being tense when he’d change something up or apply more pressure.
Dropping the knife to her pants he slipped it down inside them, pressing it hard at the side up against her pantie covered cunt, turning it from the flat side to the sharp edge he’d push harder into her, the blade slicing slightly at her panties, so she’d become alerted by the cold steel finally making contact with her bald pussy. Leaning forward he’d bring his lips close to her collar bone, so close she’d feel his breath on her skin, as the knife continued pressing in between her pink folds his teeth would sink and bite at her collar bone, scraping down towards her neck. He’d leave small indentations behind on her body whenever he bit, his teeth sharp, edges piercing like the knife and lips warm and firm. Making his way from her neck where he’d just left a marking he started kissing down to her chest, lips pressing over her soft skin of the plump area as his teeth sank into her pert pink nubs. His tongue lashed out, licking upwards and flicking against her sensitive nipple, still, teeth pressed down and pinching her in the exact spot, knowing markings would be left behind even as he lost thoughts for a second and just enjoyed taking in her breasts and engulfing them.
He held back every instinct he had at the moment, from the second he captured her he’d managed to stave off any growls, any groans or moans he’d normally give off when toying with her, all degrading talks, no filthy names, or words left his lips; something he constantly had to fight to remember. He wanted nothing more than to degrade her, to taunt her into becoming a puddled mess at his hands, to humiliate the pretty little Kitty until she admitted to being exactly what she was, a fun little fuck box to be used and abused for the entertainment of others…Or rather, himself. That idea alone in his head almost caused him to lose it and growl out, funny how even his teasing of her being passed around for the pleasure of others made his muscles tense, his teeth bite harder into her flesh, the knife curve down and under her pussy while still firm and his free hand to wrap her neck, fingers holding her still as he pressed his index finger and thumb at either end of her throat, closing her carotid artery which would almost instantly cut off her oxygen supply.
Flipping the blade around while being careful to not slice up her pretty little bald play area, he’d slice into her pants and panties, cutting them and leaving them hanging off her legs as his boots kicked between her feet and then shoved either of them to the side. She’d notice how easily her legs were forced open till a certain point and then stop, being locked in place and turning out that the locks on her ankles were a spacing bar that now had her spread open like the little whore she was afraid of being.
The knife turned back to her core, the steel threatening to ruin that pretty cunt he loved toying with and abusing. Smirking as he finished off marking her breasts with his teeth and sucking her blood to the surface to leave even more markings on her skin, he’d reach to the side and grip down on another interesting thing he had ready for her. For a second the knife was pulled away from her core, he checked her to see just how much she was puddling at the moment, would she be soaked from the attention? Dry as sand due to not knowing who was it, or at least having a good guess? Maybe she’d be too pissed off to get excited, too annoyed to get wet, or maybe her body would betray her and even if she hated it, her body would accept everything he’d throw at her; it had so far every time he’d used her up until this point.
A cold edge hit hard against her puffed out walls, from nothing there to intense cold should have shocked her, sent a jolt through her body and maybe even sent shivers of pain through her. Had the knife got colder? Perhaps as he opened up her folds and pushed hard to slide in the cold edge she’d wriggle and try to scream, shake her head begging not to be fucked by the knife; it was the only logical conclusion to what he was trying to fuck her with and the intense cold followed by the numb feeling and liquid slowly dripping down her spread cunt would have all gave signs that she was in shock and the added pain was yet to come. Harder he pushed the edge inside her, soaking her inner walls with the same feeling as before, making sure to fit every inch of the object into her tight hole before he started rocking it in and out, fucking her bald cunt roughly and the coldness numbing her inner walls, shocking her system even more which would no doubt just intensify her reaction.
Two thick calloused fingers with even rougher tips smacked against her spread pussy, the sound squelching and echoing as her soaked coated play area was further assaulted. Surely she’d still be in shock at this point, the numbness from the cold lying to her body, fucking with her mind. Was it blood he was circling her cunt with? The texture would feel the same to her, in her mind his fingers could be collecting all the thick red blood that dripped down her and using it as lube to do further damage. Eventually, his fingers pressed against her already stretched hole from the cold fucking she’d just received. Though his two combined fingers were thicker than the said object, rougher to the touch too, the perfect thing for finishing her off. With a grunt he thrust his fingers up inside her, forcefully to push past her tight wet walls that almost instantly gripped him and started accepting him more and more. Inch after inch his fingers filled her until he stopped even before fully pushing them deep into her. Curling his fingers at the top once he found her sensitive little rough patch of skin he started adding pressure to the area, flicking his fingers back and forth on her g-spot until finally he started moving them in and out again, with each passing and stretching over her tight fuck hole he brushed at her g-spot, even as he went harder and faster, even as he stretched his fingers inside of her to rip her open some more; eventually, he was slamming them into her with so much force that the sound of his knuckles slamming against her wet soaked cunt filled the room with each ram he violently forced into her.
He’d only stop assaulting her fuck hole when he knew she was done for when he could see her body deflated and defeated. Slowly pulling his fingers from her soaked well-used hole he’d lift the covering on her face ever so slightly before pulling at the panties he’d forced into her mouth, though maybe she’d have figured that out by now or maybe she hadn’t, it didn’t matter much. Instantly he’d replace her panties with his two sticky fingers, they were soaked in her juices, soaked in the watery cum juice of her cunt from the shaped ice cube he used to fuck her at the start. Spreading his fingers out in her mouth he’d make sure she cleaned his messed fingers, even if she started biting at him straight away, sinking her teeth into his skin, he’d have persisted because he knew the moment she tasted her filthy juices, the slimy thick-coated mess of his fingers would have her sucking in no time; she was such a deviant little pervert, it only took some coaxing to get it out of her; though he had to admit that was one of the best parts of toying with her, aside from the obvious tight fuckholes she housed.
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