Page 54 of Possess Us
‘Are you afraid, Pretty Prey?’ I ask, my fingers hooking around the waist of her black underwear.
I slide them down, relishing in how she shakily lifts her hips for me. Her legs tremble violently. Her ragged breaths make me smile.
‘Y-yes.’
She doesn’t dare take her eyes off me. I want to hold her gaze. I want to soak up all her fear and dread as she lies naked before me. But the sight of her exposed pussy is too much to ignore. I hold her black silk underwear tightly in my hand.
‘I’m the thing which lurks in the darkness. The thing you cannot see, but you know I am there. I am the whisper on the wind, calling your name. The chill on the back of your neck. The dread that runs down your spine.’ I lift and bend her knees. ‘I am that pit in your stomach. The dryness of your mouth. The tightness around your throat.’
I spread her legs. Her muscles are tense and fight me, but she breathes through it, calming herself.
‘What’s my name?’
She blinks and takes a shuddering breath. ‘Fear.’
‘Good girl. Now. Open your cunt for me.’
She blinks at me. ‘W-what?’
I undo her restraints, take her hands, and place her fingers at her entrance.
‘Open yourself up. Or I will use something from the metal tray of instruments to do the job. Have you ever had an old, rusted speculum inserted into your cunt?’
Panic flashes in her eyes again. Fuck. I wish she looked like that all the time. Her fingers ease into her slick little hole, and she stretches herself.
‘Beautiful,’ I admire, looking between her legs. ‘Wider.’
She does, opening her cunt for my viewing pleasure.
With a wag of my finger, I summon the nurse still filming. She was a housewife when she came to the fair. She enjoyed cooking and tending to her garden. When her two children were alive, she enjoyed slipping rat poison into their soup. And the attention she received as they got sicker and sicker was the high she always chased. The best day of her life was the joint funeral. Oh, the sympathy and attention she got was to die for.
To burn in Hell for.
The nurse films my Pretty Little Prey. I want to remember this. Relive it over and over.
I take her underwear and slowly push them inside her, using my fingers to get them in as deep as I can go.
Her mouth is agape, and that delicious fear is palatable.
I take out my cock. It’s rock hard. Has been since I stepped into the room. Gripping her ankles, I yank her towards me, rest her legs over my shoulder, and thrust myself into her.
She screams, looking at me like I’m insane as I fuck her. I feel the silk on the tip of my cock as I pin her legs to my chest. The table shakes against the bolts securing it to the floor. Her knuckles become white as she holds on for dear life.
And when the snake tightens around her throat, controlled by me, she starts to panic. She attempts to get her fingers between the snake and her throat.
I can’t have that.
‘Doctor. Hold our patient down,’ I order.
The doctor grabs her wrists and holds them above her head. Her tits bounce beautifully as I slam into her, and if she could breathe, I know her screams would be a melody to applaud.
Her eyes bulge and blood vessels rupture, turning the white parts a crimson red.
Her pale skin becomes purple as she struggles for any air.
Soon, her struggling stops, and she falls limp. I keep rutting into her, moaning loudly as I soak in the lingering effects of her terror. Her heart has slowed right down, and she’s out cold. I reach out. The snake eases its grip, and she splutters back to life. Eyes rolling in the back of her head and moving side to side as she returns to me.
Her bouncing tits are begging to be touched. I reach down, slowing my pace and deepening my thrusts as I dig my fingernails into her subtle flesh.
