Depraved by Trent Evans

Chapter 24

The mouthwatering smell of her juices was thick in her cell.

He’d brought another bench into the enclosure, sat her down on it, and bound her arms tightly around the back of the seat.

For the past two hours, he’d been edging her over and over with the vibrator, her pussy now swollen, and red, and drooling continuously. Her clit was erect, its deep pink just nosing out from under her prominent hood.

Sweat dripped from her hard nipples. More of it glistened at the hollow of her throat.

Her head lolled as she begged him, now almost incoherently, for mercy, to let her come, to end her suffering.

But it was such sweet suffering that he had no intention of ending it anytime soon.

Seated before her in his own chair, stripped to the waist, he stroked his cock as he gave her a break, loving the way her generous breasts rose and fell with her panting.

“You know how to end this, Yulia. I’ve told you. It’s all in your hands. Just give the word, and you’ll have what you need so badly.”

“No… Gods… please… no more!”

He switched the vibrator on once again, pressing the broad curve of its head to her clit. She jerked in her bonds, her teeth gritted, eyes squeezed tight.

He knew the sensation was equal parts pain and pleasure now, the tissues only able to endure so much stimulation, the torment every bit a trial for her as if he’d been scourging her back with a whip.

She moaned then, her belly tightening, hips bucking, and he pulled the vibrator away once more. Her clit was hugely swollen now, its coloration deepening to crimson, almost visibly pulsing.

“No! I need… I need it… oh fuck… please!”

He stood close, stroking her sweat-soaked hair off her forehead, murmuring the words to her.

“Then tell me what you want. Say it, Yulia. Surrender to it. You cannot possibly win. It’s going to happen…”

She shook her head, eyes closed, mouth slackening, but she no longer verbalized her defiance.

Almost there.

It was closer now, that moment, when everything would change. When she would see what she was to become. Perhaps for the very first time, seeing what she’d always been.

The buzz of the vibrator filled the air again, as he tormented her, tears brimming at her thick lashes now. His lips brushed the edge of her ear.

“Give in. Oh, it would feel so very good to finally give in. It’s so easy to let go. You know you’re going to—so just let go now.”

A single tear tracked down her face as she moaned. “Yes… please… I give up… please… just do it! I need to come, so b-badly! Please f-fuck me!”

She’d barely finished the sentence before he’d switched off the vibe, setting it aside, and standing up. As he drew his hard cock out, stroking it a few times, he took the scene in, the movement of her breasts as she panted, her body surrendered, conquered, the sweat upon her heated skin, the smell of her cunt filling the room.

Bracing his hands under her knees he pushed them up, nearly doubling her over, and then spread them wide. The split of her tormented sex opened, then yawned, glistening, her wetness sticking to her swollen labia.

His cock ached then, and he spread his precum over the head, knowing it was going to be a trial for her, and not caring in the least at that moment how difficult it would be for her to take him.

He had to be inside her.

Presenting the head of his cock to her sex, he stroked the congested, angry red clit with his penis, loving the way she trembled, whether from pain, or pleasure, he couldn’t be sure. Perhaps, it was both—but he’d be happy, and pleased with either one.

Then he pressed forward, watching, entranced as his cock pushed aside the tissues of her sex, forcing it wide.

“Ahh…fuck… oh, my Gods… that’s… I can’t!”

“Yes, you can.” He placed a hand upon the center of her chest. It was completely unnecessary, of course, but he wanted her to feel helpless, pinned down, utterly controlled.

Sometimes, females became more docile, their cunts opening up, the pain lessening for them, when they felt this concrete demonstration of the futility of further resistance.

It was a very tight fit, and he grunted softly, pulling back, mesmerized by the way the lips of her cunt seemed to cling to his cock, as if pleading for it not to leave the confines of her reluctantly welcoming pussy.

He drove in again, deeper, her cunt clutching him pleasingly. He thrust once, and again, each time making her draw a hissing breath. The stretch was hurting her, and that only made him want to fuck her harder.

The heat of her was pleasingly blazing, but the wetness, the absolute soaking wetness, was a very pleasant surprise.

He drove into her hard then, over and over, the bench creaking as her helpless body took the full force of his thrusts.

“Oh muh… oh my…my… fuck!”

Yulia’s face flushed deeply, her brow creased, desperate, mouth hanging open, a look of woe and abandon both in her wide-eyed gaze.

Pleasure and deep satisfaction flooded through him at her first orgasm upon his pistoning cock. Her cunt rippled around him, squeezing feverishly tight as she cried out, her chest and neck suffusing with crimson, her head falling back.

She panted, and pleaded incoherently, her shoulders shuddering, her thigh quivering under his hand as he held it wide.

Finally, she stilled, though her breathing remained labored.

It was perfect. Better than he’d even planned.

Yulia’s responsiveness was… a revelation. And he very much looked forward to exploring it further.

Her eyes met his then, her sweet, sweating brow furrowed so deeply, the tears falling freely now, but in those depths, he saw something else he didn’t expect—and which made him roar silently inside in triumph.

Gratitude.

If only for a fleeting moment, she was thankful, finally freed from the exquisite torment of denial, her orgasm delivering her from her ordeal.

Temporarily.

It was a release she would be granted only rarely, if his plans came to fruition in the way he hoped.

He pushed inside her again, and her head rose once more, the deep penetration seeming to bring her back to life.

“Please… it’s… not enough… how can it… n-not be enough?”

He smiled at her then, and thrust even harder, to the beautiful sounds of her very wet cunt squelching around his thick, merciless cock.

“Because you already know… it will be a long time before I allow you to come again.”

Words finally failed him then, as he took up harder and harder strokes, until she was crying out at each bottoming out inside her, the head of his cock battering the smooth, firm nose of her cervix.

The bench squealed as his brutal lunges pushed it across the concrete the tiniest bit, the last few pushes truly harsh, his need to take her—all of her—so overpowering he was almost growling as his orgasm overtook him.

He threw his head back, groaning as he sprayed his seed deep inside her, burying himself within her with a final, frantic burst of hard bucks of his hips.

Bracing himself over her, he gripped both of her legs tightly, forcing them back against her chest, her heavy breasts ballooning under her thighs, he had to pause a few moments to catch his breath.

When he did, he slowly pulled out, loving her tiny catches of breath and wincing, her cunt spasming and clenching now and then.

“Does it hurt now?”

She nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

He thrilled at it.

“It’s going to take a while before it doesn’t hurt when I fuck you. Nothing to be done about that.” He released one of her legs, lifting her chin to force her to look him in the eye, keeping his voice to little more than a murmur. “And I won’t lie to you. I like that it hurts you. I like it very much.”

He watched her for a long moment, the sweat dripping from her body. The seed running in steady drops from her stretched cunt. The sympathetic spasm and clenching of her tight dusky anus. Her hair was a tangled mess, tiny pink marks under her knees from the fierce grip of his hands.

Taking hold of his still half-erect cock, he smacked her mons with the wet shaft a few times, loving the glistening smear left behind there. Then he wiped himself off upon her inner thighs, a soft groan of protest from Yulia the only sign she was still conscious.

Then he released her bonds, Yulia protesting gently as he tested the range of moment of her shoulders, ensuring her limbs weren’t suffering anything other than residual stiffness. He laid her hands down upon her thighs.

“Stay here,” he muttered, wondering if she even had the awareness to realize he was leaving her alone unbound, if only for a moment.

Wetting a cloth in the shower, he returned to her, pleased to see she hadn’t moved so much as a muscle.

Yulia hissed and jerked as he gently wiped down her pussy, smoothing the wet, warm cloth up and down her inner thighs as well. He smiled again at her tiny whimper when he cupped her sex in his palm, giving it a gentle, possessive squeeze. Then he finished by bending down and placing a soft kiss upon her lovely mound.

It struck him, the suddenness of the urge, and more so because he’d never once done such a thing before. He thought he might like to taste that sweet, well-stretched cunt, but it wasn’t yet time for that.

Which was, again, something he’d never even considered doing before.

Perhaps this captive was having a unique effect on him?

Or maybe the problem isn’t her—it’s you.

Shrugging that dark thought away, he gathered her up in his arms, sighing to himself as she wrapped her body around his, clutching him surprisingly tight.

Then he carried her out of her chamber of torment—and into his quarters.