Continuing his order, Charon jerked back, making her yell behind that cloth once more. It would get easier for her, he told himself as he thrust inside, feeling less resistance this time. She'd loosen...or she'd go numb eventually. Maybe if she was lucky she'd pass out soon enough. Regardless of what she did, Charon couldn't stop until he was told – and that's just what he did.
Ahzrukhal made grotesque little sounds as he walked around the shaking table, watching as Charon fucked the trembling little smoothskin until that sheen of sweat grew anew on her body. The orange glow of the bar light reflected fresh tears and her perspiration.
“Harder, Charon...” his employer commanded, and with a clench of teeth, Charon obeyed.
No sound strained behind her gag as Charon pulled back to drive deep and hard, harder still until he felt the back of her try and stop him from doing any serious damage to her fragile insides. Every muscles in her body felt like it'd turned to stone; frozen and rigid against his onslaught. All that proved she was aware was the erratic twitch of her eyes and the flow of tears.
Charon had never though much on the torture he dealt; never wondered what all that pain felt like and how horrible it must truly have been, but he did now. He thought about the pain he was delivering, and it was almost enough to stop the curls of pleasure racing up his abdomen. Every thrust gave him that sweet feeling, while he knew it did quite the opposite for her.
Ahzrukhal suddenly gave a displeased snort, “Flip her over, I wanna watch her while you do this...” he sounded thoughtful, but Charon – without hesiation – pulled out of her, hearing her give a sudden strangled sob before he flipped her on her belly. The sound of her chin hitting the table repeated in Charon's mind as he looked down. Blood stained her inner thighs, and his own cock, but he pushed his tip to her regardless and drove back inside that tight warmth. To her credit, she didn't scream this time.
A palm on her back kept her still a Charon braced his other on the table before continuing the ragged pace issued of him. Ahzrukhal took up the chair before the girl, sitting down with a small, mousy smile. Charon watched the girl twist her head to the side, dismissing the staring ghoul before her as the soft little grunts started to flow from her.
This is where Ahzrukhal hit her hard. There always came this moment when Charon was bringing their victim to the threshold of pain,“Bet you're starting to regret helping Patchwork detox...” it didn't matter that she was looking away; moaning and shaking under Charon's hand, Ahzrukhal kept going, his smile growing all the more.
“I was right to have pegged you an ignorant child when you first walked in, couldn't let anything go could you. Just because you, in your short existence, still think there's a grain of hope in everyone doesn't mean there is.” She made an odd mixture of noises, perhaps speech, but Ahzrukhal continued on as Charon grabbed at her rear to steady himself while he kept sliding deep and pulling out, over and over again.
“Misery breeds, doll face, and my business caters to all that takes away that pain,” he grinned, “I wonder if right now you'd want to buy a little fixer from my...personal stash...bet you wouldn't turn your nose up at the offer now.”
She groaned and gave a fruitless struggle, jerking her wrists behind her back, glaring at the smug ghoul before her no doubt. “I didn't think so,” he finished with a toothsome grin, looking as relaxed as any man with the world at his beck and call. Staring at his employer, Charon still couldn't slake off the pleasure his body felt at every quiver and slap of friction the smoothskin gave him...unwillingly gave him. This was rape, he shouldn't have been enjoying this...he shouldn't want to come from this – not while her reluctant body tightened to keep him out every time he thrust back inside her. A guilty grunt escape Charon's thinned lips, and that was all was needed for Ahzrukhal to laugh once more.
Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 7/?
Ahzrukhal made grotesque little sounds as he walked around the shaking table, watching as Charon fucked the trembling little smoothskin until that sheen of sweat grew anew on her body. The orange glow of the bar light reflected fresh tears and her perspiration.
“Harder, Charon...” his employer commanded, and with a clench of teeth, Charon obeyed.
No sound strained behind her gag as Charon pulled back to drive deep and hard, harder still until he felt the back of her try and stop him from doing any serious damage to her fragile insides. Every muscles in her body felt like it'd turned to stone; frozen and rigid against his onslaught. All that proved she was aware was the erratic twitch of her eyes and the flow of tears.
Charon had never though much on the torture he dealt; never wondered what all that pain felt like and how horrible it must truly have been, but he did now. He thought about the pain he was delivering, and it was almost enough to stop the curls of pleasure racing up his abdomen. Every thrust gave him that sweet feeling, while he knew it did quite the opposite for her.
Ahzrukhal suddenly gave a displeased snort, “Flip her over, I wanna watch her while you do this...” he sounded thoughtful, but Charon – without hesiation – pulled out of her, hearing her give a sudden strangled sob before he flipped her on her belly. The sound of her chin hitting the table repeated in Charon's mind as he looked down. Blood stained her inner thighs, and his own cock, but he pushed his tip to her regardless and drove back inside that tight warmth. To her credit, she didn't scream this time.
A palm on her back kept her still a Charon braced his other on the table before continuing the ragged pace issued of him. Ahzrukhal took up the chair before the girl, sitting down with a small, mousy smile. Charon watched the girl twist her head to the side, dismissing the staring ghoul before her as the soft little grunts started to flow from her.
This is where Ahzrukhal hit her hard. There always came this moment when Charon was bringing their victim to the threshold of pain,“Bet you're starting to regret helping Patchwork detox...” it didn't matter that she was looking away; moaning and shaking under Charon's hand, Ahzrukhal kept going, his smile growing all the more.
“I was right to have pegged you an ignorant child when you first walked in, couldn't let anything go could you. Just because you, in your short existence, still think there's a grain of hope in everyone doesn't mean there is.” She made an odd mixture of noises, perhaps speech, but Ahzrukhal continued on as Charon grabbed at her rear to steady himself while he kept sliding deep and pulling out, over and over again.
“Misery breeds, doll face, and my business caters to all that takes away that pain,” he grinned, “I wonder if right now you'd want to buy a little fixer from my...personal stash...bet you wouldn't turn your nose up at the offer now.”
She groaned and gave a fruitless struggle, jerking her wrists behind her back, glaring at the smug ghoul before her no doubt. “I didn't think so,” he finished with a toothsome grin, looking as relaxed as any man with the world at his beck and call. Staring at his employer, Charon still couldn't slake off the pleasure his body felt at every quiver and slap of friction the smoothskin gave him...unwillingly gave him. This was rape, he shouldn't have been enjoying this...he shouldn't want to come from this – not while her reluctant body tightened to keep him out every time he thrust back inside her. A guilty grunt escape Charon's thinned lips, and that was all was needed for Ahzrukhal to laugh once more.