[FM] Free to Serve: Chapter 5

I whimpered and pleaded as I felt the tip of his cock push into my ass. I could feel myself start to stretch in a way I had never felt before. The tension in my bound body only allowed him to penetrate just past the head of his throbbing cock. Still, I couldn’t hold back a cry of pain. He looked down on me with an evil smile as he continued his short thrusts. I could feel my tight asshole start to stretch to accommodate his massive girth. Brett spit again, more for his comfort than mine. I started screaming. It wasn’t something I could help. The pain from his cock elicited the natural response from my body to cry out. He put his hand over my mouth, clamping my jaw shut. I bit his finger.

The moment I did it, I realized how badly I fucked up. I froze in fear as he pulled his hand away and let out a grunt of pain. He glared down at me, his eyes full of anger. Then, his hand swung forward and connected with my cheek, leaving behind a brutal singing sensation. I had never been slapped before, and I lay there stunned. Not that I could have moved anyway.

Overwhelmed by the situation, I waited to be hit again. I could feel fresh tears streaming down my burning cheek. But it never came. Instead, he pulled a sock from his foot and forced it into my mouth. When I didn’t open my mouth immediately for him, she squeezed my cheeks together. I could feel my teeth cut the inside of my cheeks and the taste of iron filled my mouth. I much preferred that to the dirty sock. He shoved it as deep as I could until I gagged on it. The taste of sour cotton immediately began drying my mouth out. I had to focus my breathing through my nose to get any air at all. He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was chiseled and firm. He looked like he could be on the cover of a romance novel, though I doubted he had a taste for romance at all. With a murderous glare, he pushed his cock back into my ass, deep and slow.

I felt every inch of him as my virgin asshole began to tear. Finally, I could feel his balls press firmly against my tail bone, letting me know he was in me fully. He rested his hands on the inside of my knees, pushing my legs even further back. Thankfully, it took some of their weight off the ropes. Brett worked his thick cock in and out. When he retracted, I felt as though he would pull my guts out with him. He didn’t spank my ass; he didn’t rub my pussy. His focus was single-minded, punishing me by destroying my ass.

Brett seemed to have unlimited stamina. I don’t know how long he was fucking my ass, but it seemed to go on forever. Eventually, the pain grew numb, but the tears never stopped. Thankfully, Brett couldn’t hold out any longer, and he allowed himself release. His cum stung my ruined asshole, causing me to cringe in pain and scream against the sock once more.

When he pulled his cock from my ass and the cold air of the room rushed to fill the empty space. I was thankful I couldn’t see the damage he had done, and now my only hope was that he would untie me. My legs were beginning to tingle from lack of circulation. Brett climbed off the bed, sliding his shorts back up. To my horror, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. The flash from his camera lit up the room. “Here,” he said, offering me a view of the photo. My ass was red, and the hole was stretched wide enough the camera had captured my insides. A pink mixture of cum and blood slowly seeped out onto my sheets. He had managed to get my face in the picture as well. “This is my insurance policy now,” Brett said. “Do you understand?” I couldn’t speak, so I simply nodded my head yes.

“If you try to back out of our arrangement, or neglect it again, I will be sure this picture is sent and posted everywhere. Then we can see who will take you in when I throw your slutty ass out onto the street.”

I was hurt. Physically and mentally, I felt utterly broken. Brett leaned over me, and with a quick pull of the rope, my legs fell free, landing with a limp bounce on the mattress. My movement caused a shot of pain to course through my body. “I’m going to leave you like this to give you time to think over your options. I don’t want you to do anything without thinking rash.” Brett took my phone from my nightstand and put it in his pocket. “I’ll be back to wake you when it’s time for you to get ready for class.” With that, he grabbed my comforter and threw it aimlessly over my body. It barely covered my hips. I heard my bedroom door ease closed as I stared blankly at my ceiling, hoping the damage he caused would be enough to kill me.

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