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“Fuck, you sound so sweet when you beg like a slut. I want to hear it all night.” He releases me and steps back. Our eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so I’m sure he’s reveling in me spread open for him with my hands tied on the hood. He lets himself turn, going deeper into the darkness and rummaging in a toolbox.

I feel like I should be worried, but I’m so wet right now I’d let him do anything to me.

When he comes back, I can’t fully see the object in his hand. It sounds like he’s assembling something; metal screwing into something else. I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but then I hear something whirring.

Is that a fucking drill?

My heart is racing and I want to say something but…I told him I trusted him. I don’t want to question him or make him feel like I didn’t mean it—I trust him with my whole heart. I don’t want to miss out on experiences because I got a little scared.

I gasp when I feel something cold shaking against my thigh. I’m not sure what it is still; but it feels like something sort of ribbed? It’s thick and round, but I can’t make out what kind of tool it could be.

He brings it closer, and I can feel the rounded tip of the object just barely touching my entrance. It’s already picking up my wetness though, and I find myself trying to move forward to finally feel some sort of friction, anything.

He chuckles and moves it forward. I moan the moment the object enters me, it’s already pulsating in and out. He moves his other hand to hold my other thigh down, and he keeps it at the same depth; about halfway.

It feels so good. I can feel the ribs of it rubbing against me as it spins, and the more I react to the pleasure, the more he allows inside of me. By the time he works it all the way inside of me, I’m an absolute mess. I can’t count how many times I’ve cussed. I know he can tell I’m close, and as he moves in and out of me faster, I’m too aware that I can’t move my hands as I instinctively try to push on the object, overwhelmed with the feeling. He notices and doubles down. I cry out as I’m brought over the edge, and I think I’ll finally have some reprieve.

What? He isn’t stopping. Why isn’t he stopping?

He clicks a button, and it speeds up. “Wait—” I cry, and he leans forward, placing his hand over my mouth.

“You did so good already baby, don’t you want to give me another? I know you have a few more in you.”

A few?

There’s no way.

He ups his pace, and I cry out into his hand loudly as my body quickly approaches another orgasm. “See? Look at you. You feel so good, don’t you? Fuck, I love hearing you scream for me.”

My body is trembling, and I’ve never been so overstimulated in my life. It’s simultaneously uncomfortable and somehow also the most amazing feeling. My body is screaming for me to stop it, but my body isn’t mine right now.

It’s Kane’s.

No. It’s The Hangman’s.

I’m a mess, tears pricking my eyes as my body moves on its own. “Please,” I beg, and my voice is barely recognizable.

“One more for me, my little slut. You’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you?”

I nod quickly, desperately.

He hums, and his arm starts pumping the drill and not even a moment later, I’m brought over the edge again. This time, he does as he promised and turns off the drill as he pulls it out of me slowly. “You did so good,” he praises, removing his hand from my mouth, and softly rubbing my cheek.

God. I feel spent. I’m not sure I can even move. The tremors in my legs stop, and I don’t even have a moment to think as he tugs on my tied wrists, helping me off the car. My legs are jelly, and he holds me so I don’t fall. He pulls up his mask and kisses me deeply, our tongues mingling obscenely.

He pulls back, and he grips my hair as he gently guides me down to my knees. When I look up, I can see the skull design of his balaclava glowing from the red light. This is like every fantasy I’ve ever had for the last year…and yet somehow it’s even better than I imagined.

I wait patiently as he undoes his belt and pants, and once he’s free he immediately guides my mouth to his cock. I’m overwhelmed by his size, and I’m doing my best to keep my mouth wide as he moves in and out. “Just like that,” he groans. “Let me fuck that pretty face, baby. Open wider.” I try to slack my jaw, and he responds by upping his pace. The sound of his moans as he takes his pleasure somehow makes me horny all over again.

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” He pulls out of my mouth, and I cough as drool escapes my lips. He lifts me back up and flips me over so I’m leaning on the hood, my breasts flat against it. His cock enters me easily; and my pussy is so sensitive by this point that I’m embarrassingly loud as he fucks me.

He grasps my hair, pulling me back enough that he can rasp in my ear. “Fuck, your cunt feels so good around my cock. Is this mine?” His arm moves around my hip, dipping down to rub my clit.

“Yes!”

“That’s fucking right. It’s mine. You’re mine.” He pounds me hard, and each thrust causes another moan louder than the last. “Fuck, beg me to fill this little cunt.”

“Please cum inside me, daddy,” I moan, and it seems like it pushes him over the edge.