Page 55 of Possess Us
She moans and blinks, desperately trying to regain her senses. Her focus narrows in on me, and she's realised where she is and who is fucking the shit out of her.
She grins. Oh, my deranged beauty grins up at me and moves her hips, fucking me back as I drive into her. And she watches, lifting her head to witness my length ease in and out of her.
I throw my head back, relishing in everything she’s giving me. The pain. The fear. The horror. The sweetest pussy.
She starts to scream and thrash beneath me, and I laugh, knowing exactly why. Looking down, I watch her. Hands pinned above her head by the good doctor. The nurse is getting a close-up of my cock easing in and out of her. And the hundreds of spiders, giant centipedes, scorpions, earwigs and hissing cockroaches scuttle out from beneath the table and swarm her.
Her screams are frantic. Her heart is going so fast, she’s going to pass out again in a minute. She tries to get away from me. She kicks and squirms. I only fuck her harder. I control the insects. They are her greatest fear. Physically, anyway. I know she fears her future. The rest of the Brotherhood. Us. But in terms of actual things, insects are her biggest phobia. They crawl over her breasts. Her neck. Her stomach.
I grab her ankles and part her legs to get the best view in this world. This vessel is blessed with a well-endowed cock. Wide enough to fill her to her limits. Long enough to hit her deep. I admire her skin stretching around my length as I pull out and in, going slow to appreciate the delicate flesh taking me so perfectly.
‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ I admire. She can’t hear me through her screaming.
I pull out, pin her legs to my chest with one hand, and with my teeth, I bite at the stitches holding my right hand in place.
A strange costume for a mortal to choose for this pagan holiday. A stitched-up corpse. It came to life along with many others.
But I can make it work to my advantage.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
The stitches break, and my hand falls onto her stomach.
It twitches before flipping itself over and dragging itself down her abdomen.
To her slick opening.
Quickly, I strap her legs down, securing each ankle to a corner of the gurney.
The fingers on my severed hand sink into her. The thumb rubbing her clit.
Watching her, I climb atop the table, kneeling on either side of her face.
She’s openly sobbing, driven insane with fear as the insects crawl all over her. My fingers knot in her hair, and I pull, making her stop. Her gaze snaps straight to mine.
‘Do you give up?’ I ask.
Her back arches, and her mouth opens in a gasp. My body erupts in goosebumps in reaction to it.
I know why. My hand is working some dark magic between her legs.
I know two fingers won’t satisfy her, not after having my cock inside her.
So I use three fingers to start and watch for the reaction when I make four go in.
She seals her lips shut as tears spring from her eyes.
There it is.
Four fingers slowly push in. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
She convulses when my knuckles pass the threshold. All four fingers massage her inner wall.
‘Fear! I can’t! It’s too much!’
I push in deeper.
‘FEAR!’ she screams. The wonderful wet sounds as she’s fisted by my severed hand accompany her screaming my name perfectly.
