Page 36 of Code of Captivity

When she shook her head, I raised my eyebrow at her.

“I’m not a savage, Master. I used a vibrator,” she said, squirming uncomfortably on the bed.

I almost groaned at the thought of her cumming with her vibrator stuffed inside her bloody pussy. Did it drip out in droplets off the tip of her vibrator? When I pushed my trousers and underwear down, my cock was rigid and stuck out. The thought of my cum swimming in her bloody cunt has me dripping on the wooden floor. I crawled onto the bed like the predator I was until I reached her pussy.

“Do you have cramps?” I asked, touching her belly.

She nodded. “They come and go for the first few days.”

I trailed my fingers down to her blood-smeared pussy, peeling her wet lips apart to stare at the tiny pool of blood inside of her. I bent down and licked her cunt, closing my eyes to savour her metallic, salty taste, ignoring her groan as she tried to move her legs.

“Shhh. I’m here to help,” I said before I licked her again, pressing my face into her cunt with my beard rubbing against her smooth pussy.

I pushed my tongue inside her, stabbing her before licking up to her clit. Her sweet moans filled the room. They sounded almost as delicious as her usual cries of tortured pain. I went down again, burying my lips between her folds, seeking more. The sick monster in me finally tasted her blood. I teased and tormented her, licking, sucking and biting on her pussy.

I sat up and gripped the towel and her leg, dragging her to the edge of the bed as I climbed down to the floor. I wanted to see everything and wanted her to watch me fuck her bloody cunt. Her face and chest were pink, with her pretty tits rising and falling from her heavy breathing. I reached up to grab two pillows before stuffing them under her head.

After I fixed the towel beneath her, I stood up and looked at her tied down, waiting for my cock. I pressed my thumb down my cock and grazed her swollen wet pussy, pulling her open with my fingers as my cock leaked all over her. I held her thigh, rocking my hips with her bloody tail ticking my cock and balls.

“Ugh—oh. Master, please,” she begged prettily. “Please, can I have your cock?”

I smiled, releasing her labia to guide my cock into her waiting pussy. Her hot, tight, wet andbloodyhole. I pressed down on her thighs, lifting her cunt as I speared into her as she gasped.

“Watch me, Bunny. Watch me fuck your bloody cunt,” I purred, pulling back to see a thin coat of her blood on me before I slid back into her.

There was no resistance, just a beautiful hot cock-sleeve for me. One that I couldn't deny any longer. I missed her as much as I missed her tight fuck holes. I glanced up at her, but she was watching me fuck her as I’d instructed her, the pillows propping her head up.

I smiled before I slammed deep inside her clutching pussy, the hot blood easing my way. I gripped her thighs with a growl and began to pummel her with deep, hard thrusts until she howled like a beast in heat.

“That’s it, Bunny, keep watching me fuck your pussy. Do you see your blood all over me?” I asked, reaching down to pinch her nipple.

As soon as I squeezed the hardened bud, her pussy clamped down on me. She gasped in pain, but her face was contorted with twisted pleasure that made my heart race. She was my masochist Bunny to my sadist monster. I leaned down, sliding my hands until they reached the back of her damp knees until she looked at me.

“As long as I breathe, you will never leave my sight, Bunny,” I said, pausing to rub myself against her pussy. “Never,” I vowed.

Her rich, warm, fiery eyes stayed on me as I pulled back and thrust deep and hard. The sound of me slapping against her wet cunt resounded around us as we stared into the darkest depths of our souls. Through the pounding heartbeat in my ears, I heard each expel of air leave her parted pink lips as I dropped my weight down on her pelvis with each deep penetrating thrust. Her tight clenching pussy gripped and massaged me as if she was born to take my cock. As if her pussy was made to take the pain from my long thick dick.

Her eyes began to flutter, and I saw a tear trickle out of the corner of her eye. I closed the gap between us without thinking to lick the salty tear. My hands slid up to her calves as I pressed myself into her until my balls touched her pussy and bunny tail.

“You’re mine, Bunny,” I whispered softly close to her ear, watching as more tears followed the first.

I couldn’t understand my connection to this woman, but I could no longer fight it. All I knew was brutality and that I could never feel or love. This was all I knew, and this was all I could give her. I began to move again, holding her trapped beneath me. I buried my face into her hair fucking her with slow deep movements, feeling the curve of the plug inside her asshole as I moved.

“Do you want to feel my cum inside you, Bunny?” I asked, rubbing my beard and cheek against her and moving faster. “Are you going to cum for your Master? Milk my cock with your pussy until you suck my seed out of my balls?”

She flung her head back on the pillows, closing her eyes and nodding. “Yes, Master,” she panted.

“Good, little fuck Bunny,” I said, releasing her legs and moving faster before I pulled free.

I violently slammed into her in a single thrust until she screamed for me.

“Take it. Take every inch I have,” I commanded through clenched teeth before I began to jackhammer into her.

She lasted a few seconds before her eyes snapped open, and she shuddered uncontrollably before her cunt began to dance along my cock. I closed my eyes and drove myself into her as she clutched and squeezed my dick until I ejaculated deep inside her.

A gush of liquid soaked my pelvis, but I was past caring as the blinding, blissful, twisted pleasure made me growl as I emptied myself into her, pouring everything I had into her tight little hole. I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other as we panted. My eyes closed as I inhaled the scent of her coconut and floral shampoo.

I didn't want to move, but she had squirted all over me, and it was dripping down my legs, and for the first time in forever, I didn't feel disgusted or dirty. Plus, she needed to be released from her restraints. With a grunt, I pushed myself up to find her smiling at me. Her eyes were warm pools of darkness—a reflection of me. A slight tug curled my lips on one side.

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