Page 155 of The Harbinger
Mia’s skin had turned a shade of red with a mixture of pink hues and violet everywhere the ropes pressed into her delicate flesh.
“Now be a good girl and wet this for me.”
“Please don’t.”
I placed the rounded end of the wand against her pressed lips.
“Mia,” I warned.
She wept, tears trailing down her cheeks as fear widened her eyes. But her lips parted slowly until the rounded end touched her wet tongue.
“That’s right. Get it nice and wet for me.”
She sniffled, her tongue swirling around until her saliva glistened against the dark object.
“Would you like to try your answer again? I plopped the bulb from her mouth and made my way behind her, where the scent of her arousal stiffened my cock and made it weep. “Last chance before I begin.”
“I’m telling the truth. I swear.”
A chuckle rumbled through my chest. “I don’t have to believe anything.”
With one hand on her ass cheek, spreading her wide, I pressed the end of the wand against her puckered hole.
She groaned and shifted her ass upward into my touch.
“Look at my greedy whore wanting whatever I give her.”
I pressed the tool harder until it sunk into her, stretching her wide around the bulbous head, her agonizingly luscious groans slapping my ears.
“You like when I put things in your ass, Mia?”
“Un, huh,” she cried with clenched teeth.
The end of the wand disappeared, her gluttonous body swallowing it up like quicksand.
Mia’s mewling had me grabbing my dick for a quick pump up and down my shaft before adjusting the rig to my height, bringing her head back up and her pussy down with two simple tugs of the rope.
“There we go.”
I pressed my finger against the juncture where her thighs meet her labia, teasing her flesh, then grabbed the rope wrapped around her throat and tightened enough to put some pressure on her throat.
“Ready to see what Zeus’ power can do?”
Her groans didn’t make it out fast enough before I flipped the switch and let a minuscule amount of electricity zap her insides.
A short burst of screams escaped her flinching body, and I turned it off with a satisfactory smile spreading my lips.
“Does my painslut like this?” I reached up and grabbed hold of her breast in a hard fist, her protests a necromantic hum inside me.
“Yes. I like it.”
“Well, we don’t want that.” I slapped her breast, then pressed a thumb into her bruised thigh where my teeth marks made perfect imprints into her ivory skin. Her reactive cries choked the life out of my resolve. “Let’s show you how much it can hurt then.”
“Sacha. Sacha please. Stop.”
Her pleading wrapped around me in a cocoon of warmth, soothing my black soul with righteousness and furthering my desire to seek retribution from the betrayer who gave her the drugs.
“Begging and pleading will get you nowhere with me. It only fuels my desire to punish those who go against me.”