Mouthy Little Girls
He could see the fire in her gunmetal blue eyes. He sat nestled in the corner window seat catching a glimpse of her neckline as she brushed her sienna curls off her shoulder and turned the page. Her tattered copy of Slaughterhouse-Five had seen better days. An intriguing choice, he thought, wondering if she’d read it multiple times.
Occasionally, she’d bite her lip and follow it with a slow, glistening lick. He had to contain the low growl deep in his chest. They'd only made eye contact once before. It was the first time he'd run into her at the coffee shop and his cock twitched when he’d caught her subtle lemon-vanilla scent as she’d hastily excused herself.
Her fierce eyes and the way her full lips would pout just so…fuck, he wanted to see them wrapped around his cock. He needed to know more. What did she taste like? What was she afraid of? Was he right about the fire he saw in her eyes? She’d seeped into his dreams at night.
As he approached her, she reached down for her handbag as he cleared his throat, “Decent book, anything in particular you like about it?”
She looked up with a furrowed brow. Christ, that was adorable. “Mostly the parts where I’m not bothered while reading it,” she replied curtly.
He chuckled, “Fair enough.” She began to walk toward the door. He grabbed her arm firmly and twisted her on the spot. “Leaving so soon? I want to buy you another cup of coffee.”
She stepped closer and met his gaze, “It’s good to want things.”
Ripping her arm free, she pursed her lips and stormed out of the coffee shop. He followed her onto the busy sidewalk. Bustling people passed by unaware of the predator about to pounce on his prize. She glanced over her shoulder to see his bearded, smug face. She whirled around to confront him. “Can I help you with something, or is being creepy just kind of your thing?”
His gaze seemed to heat as he approached her. Desire, visibly coursing through him.
Her confidence faltered as his darkness drew closer. He noticed the unease in her flushed cheeks and shifting of her hips. She never broke her gaze. “You're a mouthy little thing, aren't you, girl? I wonder if that's because no one has ever shown you what happens to mouthy little girls.”
Rolling her eyes she replied, “Pffft, please. If you think this is mouthy, keep following me and see what happens.”
She turned to walk away, and again he grabbed her arm, this time forcibly guiding her from the view of the busy street to the alley next to the coffee shop. “Listen to me very carefully, bitch. You'll learn some fucking manners, real quick. No more rolling your eyes, or there’ll be consequences. Do you understand me?”
Her nipples hardened and her skin flushed, leaving a wave of heat traveling father down her body. She laughed, “You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to scare me, ol' man.”
His grip shifted to her neck, steadying her to meet his eyes. The crooked smile on her face made him rock hard while anger flooded his veins. He reached up her skirt and ripped the lace covering what he longed to taste. She attempted to knee his groin and scratched at his face but his reflexes were too fast. Suddenly, two fingers were ramming her soft hole. She squirmed in his grip and whimpered for him to stop. He withdrew instantly. Her eyes transfixed as she trembled, seemingly contemplating his next move. He wiped her slickness across her lips and forced his tongue in her mouth. Fuck, she was sweet. Strawberry. He leaned in and whispered, “Time to go learn your lesson, little girl.”
*
Her mind spun as she lay tied to the bare mattress in what she could only assume was his basement. Dread coursed through her entire body. Arms above her head, legs spread, she could feel the musty air all over her cold, naked body. She craned her sore neck to take stock of her surroundings. He’d humiliated her in front of all the onlookers. Their faces glared, baffled while she was dragged by her hair down the busy sidewalk. She’d struggled to break free of his grip the entire way. Not one person made an effort to help her. Instead, they watched mortified and silent.
When she came to she saw one wall was lined with a myriad of devices and what appeared to be hollow glass tubes on a rickety old rack. There was an aquarium-shaped box on the workbench below that was covered in black. There was a dank smell that filled her nose as she began to panic.
He could see her from the top of the stairs. He watched as she looked about the room franticly pulling at her restraints. He closed his eyes and took a deep, satisfying breath.
His steps were like thunder as he stomped down the stairs. He stood beside her shivering, naked body. There was something deeply sinister in his eyes and a matching smirk to boot. He lazily trailed his callused hand up her torso feeling the want in his cock. He stayed silent for just a moment, watching her struggle to be free of his touch. He could see the trepidation welling, her goose-bumped skin glistening, and the fire in her eyes wavering. “Well, hello, little girl, are you ready for your lesson?”
“Go fuck yourself,” she spat. He grinned and slapped her face with a crack that rang in her ears and pushed her face toward her tied arm. Tears began to escape her eyes as his mark formed on her cheek. He turned to the workbench, pulled down one of the larger glass tubes, and reached for the covered box below. With the fluorescent lights flickering above, he was careful not to let her see what he was doing. Finally, he turned around and laid a corked tube in between her pert breasts. His pets fit perfectly there.
Cold sweat and tears burning in her eyes, she blinked quickly to concentrate on what was inside the glass tube. He watched her face as the realization washed over her. Color draining from her neck up, she screamed violently and shuddered in horror. Agitated creatures crawling within the tube rolled back and forth in her distressed attempt to free them from her body. Failing, her voice cracked as she began to beg. “No, no, no, pleeease, no!!”
“Hold still, little girl, or they are going in that tight, greedy hole of yours.”
She was unreservedly beside herself. Tears flooded her terrified eyes. He leaned in to cup her cheek, “So where’s that fucking smart mouth of yours now, hmmm?”
He unzipped his pants and released his hard cock. He laid it on her breasts alongside his trapped pets. “Mmmm, fucking beautiful,” he groaned.
He gripped the back of her hair firmly and forced his length down her throat. She sounded perfect choking on him and begging between thrusts. His pets rolled back and forth between her tits as he pounded against the table. “Yes, that's it, cunt, beg around my cock.”
He withdrew from her and reached for the glass tube. In a low growl, he whispered in her ear as he shoved the glass tube into her mouth. “Let’s see how tight your other fuckhole is, suck.”
He relished the sounds of her teeth clink, clink, clinking between weeping and gagging sounds. Black streams now trailed down her cheekbones through her hairline. “Oooh, eeeaase, oh.”
He spit on his hand and pushed two long fingers into her ass. She bucked against her restraints as the will began to leave her eyes. When she'd lubed the glass tube to his liking, he began teasing her ass with the bulbous threat. He leaned in and licked the sweat from her cheek and pushed his little pets’ cage deep into her tightness. Her screams only fueled his pumping as he fucked her with the tube. The makeshift dildo slipped in and out, in and out. With two fingers, he pushed into her pussy and hooked them up and rubbed. Her body betrayed her with more slickness with each come here motion.
He positioned himself between her legs. Drinking in the mess before him, he pulled his pets from their dark assault and set them aside. Her breathing was ragged. “Not just yet, little slut.”
He teased her clit and blood-swelled lips with the head of his leaking cock. He grinned and slapped her sloppy pussy, savoring the sweet smell of fear mingling with their sex. She began to thrash and weep as he plunged inside. Pump, pump, pumping the inevitability of his lesson inside her. He reached for his pets.
Pop.
The cork removed and she went rigid as he continued to thrust. Her hole gripping tighter, he said, “My pets would like to play, too, little girl.”
He emptied her vilest fears onto her pale belly. She screamed and flailed as he held her down by her hips. Dozens of eight-legged freaks tickle-fucked her skin and spread across her abdomen. He grunted as she cried and convulsed on his thick cock. He watched as his pets trailed over her nipples, while others sought the warmth of her smooth, shiny mound.
He sped with commanding force toward his own end. She begged, “P-p-please, I-I'm sorry, I won’t…” With her plea, he thrust one final time and shot his load deep inside her. His hot streams filling her hole as he fell apart and his sweat trickled on her face. He stood and watched as his panicked, tiny demons now crawled about them both. Slipping out of his soft, dripping prize, he watched as she lay there, filled with his apparent lesson. His pets enjoyed the warmth of her ruined cunt.
Her silence and tears pleased him greatly. One by one, he gathered his frantic monsters from her and carefully returned them to the box. Her face nestled in her arm, she continued to sob and shake. He ran his rough hand the length of her body, resting at her breast. Trailing kisses up her arm, he leaned in and whispered ominously, “I wonder what lesson you’ll need tomorrow, my mouthy little girl."