Dark fantasy (M)NSFW

My bones ring as I'm slammed up against the wall. The ground is so far away. My legs kick uselessly over the open space. His hand around my throat is all that's holding me up even as it takes my breath away.

He's not remorseful or afraid. Just horny. I can see his length practically bursting out of his pants. Will that fit inside me? I'm honestly not sure.

My vision is swimming and my strength is waning, I need air. He says I can have it if I'm a good girl. I know that's going in me if I say yes. But my lungs won't let me say no. My head nods, weak.

Then he's unzipping his pants, taking out his cock with his free hand. He asks which hole - as if I'm going to get a choice. I know it's rhetorical. He lowers me down, pins me on his desk instead. Keeps my legs clear of his dick until he shoves it into me. It stretches me out. It's not terribly painful, but the pleasure is stretched as thin as my lower lips. I don't even care, I'm just gasping in breaths, happy to be able to breathe again.

I notice my hips are pumping along with his all on their own. Traitorous body. I'm actually getting turned on. I try to remind myself - this man doesn't care about me, I know he's going to eat me the second he's dumped his load in me. But no matter how I think about it my body is still getting excited by the way he roughly holds me down and pounds that enormous shaft deep into me.

His stomach growls threateningly and my body pulses with excitement. He calls me a little preyslut. I want to deny it, but how can I? My body has already shown its cards. I feel the hot and sticky feeling inside me as he cums - see his creepy little o-face. It means one torment is over, but the next is beginning, and this one won't end until I do.

I try to appeal to his better judgment. Post-nut clarity, right?

He doesn't give me an ilm. Even as he's panting and catching his breath, he tells me to forget about going free. It's like talking to a wall - a wall of muscle that just used me like a pocket pussy. He's licking his lips. I feel fear rising up my throat like bile. I want to kick and struggle and beg, but my body is too depleted for useless movement, and I know that's all it is - useless. He won't be shamed or cowed into letting me go. He's hungry, and I'm going to feed him.

The thought gives me a chill. His cum is still dripping down my thigh when he lifts me up, dangles me by my arm. He lowers me in feet first - again, I could kick his face, but for what? Just to piss him off?

I plead with him one last time as my feet slide in between his lips. He swallows - that answers that. I'm fucked, literally and figuratively.

As more and more of me passes into his tight throat, as the heat of his body replaces the cool air of the outside, I quietly beg the gods to intervene. To strike him down. But they won't - I know they won't.

My ears and eyes are enveloped in the sensory deprivation chamber of his body. Then I'm curled up in his gut, knees up against my chest. I want to cry, but that won't do any good either. I try to close my eyes and just rest. Maybe there will be an opportunity later. Or maybe I'll just melt away.

This guy doesn't even know my name. I don't think he cares. He keeps poking at me, keeping me from getting comfortable. Groping my ass. Mockingly telling me what parts of him I'm going to become part of. I try to shut it all out. If I'm to be food, let me be a good meal.

The tingling around my butt tells me that I'm already sitting in a puddle of strong acid and things are probably not going to get better from here. His walls hug me on every side. If I close my eyes like this and let my mind drift, maybe I can pretend that this is all a bad dream.

But I know that I'm not waking up from this.