Page 31 of Drowned In Silence

“Come for us, Dynah. Come all over our fingers.”

I take her entire breath away, squeezing until she can’t suck in the air her body needs.

Our fingers race to the finish, rubbing over her clit and sliding into her cunt. When she uses her free hand to tap the hand that holds her throat, I release my tight grip, but keep my hand on her.

“Breathe, Little Raven. You’re okay. I know your limitsbetter than you do. You can have taken more, but I’ll go easy on you for now,” I tell her.

She drags in a few deep breaths as we slide our wet hands from her pants. I set mine back on her hip, holding her body to me. Within seconds, her entire body crumbles as I catch her in my arms. Sobs wrack her body, tears falling from her cheeks, reflecting off the moonlight that surrounds us.

“Shhh. It’s okay. I got you,” I whisper to her. I pick her up and turn her around face to face. I force her legs to wrap around my hips, and I force her head to my shoulder as I walk back to the house. “Talk to me. What happened?”

“I can’t–” she sobs. Her arms wrap around my neck, holding tightly. “I’ve never had anyone give me an orgasm before… at least not willingly. I’ve always just done it myself… and now you’ve done it twice… and I can’t– I just can’t–”

“Shhh. Let’s not overthink it. Just relax and let's go to bed. We will figure out things later.”

First Touch

Dynah - Flashback

I’ve never felt thisbefore.

My fingers slide in between my thighs, slipping with ease in the wetness.

I woke up about ten minutes ago, breathing hard and my thighs were covered with this weird wet feeling. It almost feels like someone’s come, but I don’t think I've had any visitors tonight.

I’m laying on the sheetless mattress in the dark of my room. The sun still hasn’t come up and snuck through the slits of the blinds on the window. My parents are in their room asleep, I can hear my father’s snores.

My fingers glide over the bundle of nerves I have, and when they do it sends sparks up my body. My toes curl and my heart races. I like the feeling, it’s almost painful, but nice at the same time. I notice the longer I play with the nerves, the more my pussy gets wet.

So this is what those men mean when I’m not as wet as theywant. I wonder if when I am wet, and they stick their bodies in mine, it would be less painful…

I keep rubbing myself, my fingers moving faster and faster. Before too long, my legs start to shake, my chest feels like it’s going to explode and I want to scream. I can’t wake up my parents, but I need to make some sort of noise. Reaching over I grab the towel that I used for my last shower and place it in my mouth.

I speed my movements up, moaning into the damp towel.

This feels so wonderful! I wonder if I could feel this way all the time.

My head starts spinning as my body clenches up. My muscles become taut and everything gets really sensitive. I scream into the towel, feeling my pussy leak more than it ever has before.

I think I just came. Do women come? Is that what this feels like?

Letting go of the towel, I use it to clean up between my legs, the feeling weird now that everything is sensitive. I drop it to the floor, letting it sit on the crunchy carpet.

I feel light as a feather. My brain feels less clouded, and I almost don’t need the pain from the blade of my knife.

Water on Fire

Dynah

That’s it.

I’ve officially been living on the edge of hell, and now I’ve been sent to the depths. I went from living in a motel, struggling to make it to the next morning. I was starving. Not just for food, but I was starving for attention, for someone to realize I am just human. Starving myself of humanity.

Here comes this random fucking man in a mask. Rooting himself into my mind.

It went from curiosity of who was stalking me, to allowing him to make me orgasm. Did I take a wrong turn? When did I let myself decide that diving head first into left field was such a good idea? I need my blade, or something. I need to make sure this is real.

What if this is a dream? That’s it! It’s all a figment of my imagination. When I wake up in the morning I will be back inmy normal motel room, without these guys around me, and waiting for the next guy to walk through my door.