Page 43 of Teddy Bear

Danny orders me to lick the entire tip with just my tongue, being careful not to touch it with my teeth.

The pleasant, warm air makes me feel a little hot - I look down, and then I realize that I am completely naked - my skin is bathed only in the pink rays of the sun, the golden, bleeding, honey liquid of a tired sun surrendering its battle to the night, and its glow is perfectly poured over my pale and bare, shimmering skin.

Danny orders me to remove my dress; now I am kneeling in front of him completely naked, taking the tip with my full lips and nibbling with my teeth, just like he told me to.

Knowing that I am completely naked in a wonderful, serene rose garden makes me feel incredibly powerful for a moment, as if some wild and untamed nature’s force itself is coursing through my veins.

Now I pay attention to the soft grass that bends under my bare feet, and to the swirling, thin leaves that touch me in passing, gently burning my soft skin.

The scent of roses is strong, intoxicating, ravishing, and I completely surrender to this magical place that, in an inexplicable way, draws me deeper and deeper into myself.

As I walk free and light on my toes, touching the soft petals of blossoming flowers, the clouds in the sky grow thicker, purpler, darker, and the sun sets behind them, until its light, with rapid speed, is completely lost, and only a dark vault is left, bathed in the light of a few shy stars.

It is dark; I can no longer see anything in front of me. Instead of grass, I feel something flat, hard, and cold under my feet, and instead of the smell of roses, my nostrils are filled with the smell of asphalt and gasoline.

Pieces of glittering, burning dust flew before my eyes, vaguely illuminating the scene in the distance.

In front of my legs, reaching up to my hips, stands a plush, soft teddy bear.

Teddy.

My breath quickens, and my breathing unconsciously becomes shallower.

Danny orders me to take the entire length of his swollen, hard cock into my mouth.

I watch him carefully, almost in disbelief. I reach for his furry head to make sure it's really him.

I drop into a crouch to get a better look at him.

This time, it's not the gouged-eyed Teddy I buried in a pink box deep underground, along with the memory of my father.

This time it's Teddy as he was the first day we bought him, beautiful, shiny, with the softest brown fur and puffy muzzle, with bright, marble eyes that look so tame and innocent.

This time it is Teddy, the most beautiful and biggest teddy bear in the world, the dream of my childhood and the pink color of my innocence.

I drop to the ground, onto the cold asphalt, and then give his chubby, soft body a big hug - his eyes are no longer hollow, cold, or judgmental - now, he's just an innocent, carefree toy, untouched by the horror of a devastated girl.

I hug him tightly, and tears run down my cheeks, wetting my bare, round breasts and soft thighs.

Tears stream down my face as I lustfully swallow the full length of Danny's cock, the grip of his fingers in my hair growing stronger.

The night, concrete and black, is getting colder, and the sound of sirens in the distance shatters the illusion of our safe, plush embrace.

I pull away from Teddy and straighten up again. With incredible speed, his soft body moves away from me, swallowed up in the night and eternal blackness of my mind.

I am enveloped by the loud sound of sirens and a blinding blue-red light that becomes too strong for my eyes.

The smell of gasoline and blood is so strong that I want to throw up.

Danny's fingers are tightly wrapped around my curls, squeezing me hard and painfully as he pushes my head harder and harder against the hot piece of his thick flesh with quick and rough movements. Drool is leaking from the corners of my lips.

The image of the smashed car burning in the powerful explosion and the crushed, burnt bodies of my parents is now vividly before my eyes, so much so that I can almost touch it with my hands.

I don't do that, but I stand, as if buried, observing this painful, isolated scene, surrounded only by complete, heavy and impenetrable darkness, until in the background, behind the burning car, I catch a glimpse of a slim and familiar silhouette.

My blood freezes in my veins.

The black mask watches me carefully and calmly from the other side of the burning car and the dead, lifeless bodies of my parents.