D-Topia ~ Five

…continued… CONTENT WARNING: contains forced seduction & rape triggers – please DO NOT READ if you find this offensive

He could tell she was afraid from her trembling, shuddering and whimpering, but – unless he missed his mark by a mile – she was also unaccountably turned on by his deplorably rough and crude behavior. And – unless he missed his mark again – he was relatively certain her reaction to him was also completely unwanted and totally outside of her control – he could sympathize; he was channeling a little of that himself.

He could practically read the monumental internal struggle going on inside her from her conflicted, contradictory body language.

But, she tried to FUCKING KILL ME! Now she can’t wait for me to fuck the stuffing out of her? He had to be reading the situation wrong – his addled brain was, after all, cloaked under a billowing curtain of blood lust at the moment. She couldn’t possibly want what he was doing to her – could she? …so fucking confused…

I need to get control before I do something I can’t undo, something there’s no turning back from, thought Max, in desperation.

He was still royally fucking pissed though.

SHE TRIED TO FUCKING KILL ME! His brain reasserted. If I’d been anyone else I’d be dead right now, with a knife in my throat. Back to the original plan, he thought, only more fear and pain of death this time, and less cock thrusting – as he did just that, with no control or conscious thought – less licking, sucking, kissing-ugh! FOCUS!

Max forced a deep calming breath in, and deliberately made a little space between his cock and her deliciously spankable ass. Groan.

**Chapter Eight – Payback’s a Bitch (and So Are You)**

He forced his voice hard and mean, “Enough with being gentle, little rabbit hole,” he spat out crudely, punctuating the words by recovering her blade from where he’d thrust it into the ground by his side, and roughly cutting through the back of her shirt from neck to waist, including her sturdy, functional sports bra.

“I guarantee you’re not going to like what comes next, filthy little girl,” he whispered darkly, menacingly into her ear, and repeated the cutting process on the waist and leg of her pants, catching her underwear too.

He felt some satisfaction as he watched her shiver and tremble with fear – no longer grinding and moaning with involuntary pleasure – he also felt disgusted with himself for what he was doing, but remained committed to his plan of terrorizing and traumatizing her to the point where she would forever rue her attempt to end his life.

He smacked a hand down brutally onto her bare ass cheek; she flinched and tried to curl into a ball, whimpering in fear and pain as he became mesmerized by the scarlet hand print spreading slowly over her pale flesh. He still gripped both her wrists between the punishing manacle of one hand, grinding the bones together, and smirked cruelly as he watched a tear roll down the profile of her pretty, dirt-streaked, anguished face.

Max was feeling like a bit of a monster, but he kept it up anyway, grabbing his cock again, roughly, with his free hand and starting to furiously pump himself back up.

Sasha started to buck wildly, she was no longer aroused at all, instead a cold dread had sunk deep into the pit of her belly, as she realized that she would die horribly, but not before being cruelly, viciously used by the stranger. Not if I can fucking help it! She roared a silent battle cry in her brain as she kicked out wildly with her legs, attempting to strike him in ‘the junk’.

He released her hands as he jumped back quickly out of reach of her boots, then dove and grabbed for both of her legs near the ankles. She had hastily flipped over to keep him in view as she attempted to crab walk backwards, away from him, while gaining her feet.

She never made it that far; Max gave a sharp yank on Sasha’s legs, once he captured them, forcing her torso to snap back towards the ground, and her head to land with a nasty, jarring thump.

Max felt bad about that, until he remembered that his family jewels had almost been smashed under her boots, and took quick advantage of her disoriented state by sitting on her legs and trapping them beneath his body.

She roused herself quickly though, and came back at him with fists-a-swinging, screaming her rage – no nails and wild hand slaps, or hay makers – real, solid punches, one of which landed perfectly on his left temple, making him see a few stars. Max was sure they were well deserved as the realization that struggle turned him on dawned on him and caused a surge of blood to pulse into his overly swollen cock.

Max refocused quickly – not wanting to get the shit beat out of him by a legless banshee – and grabbed a closed fist in each hand as they swung deftly towards his face, hitting himself in the forehead with the back of one of his own hands in the process, as the momentum of her fist forced his hand back.

Max lunged forward then, overpowering her torso, while simultaneously overpowering each of her arms, until he once again was able to capture both of her wrists in one of his hands and free up his other. Only this time she was face up and mostly naked, and had a much better view of the show.

Max grinned wickedly, stoking a hand sensually over the length of his cock, trying to instill fear in her with his implied threat. He played his thumb over the damp tip, slicking it over the head, as his frightened bunny looked on transfixed in terror.

Sasha choked down a sob as she watched the wolf smiling at her while he stroked himself in anticipation. From her vantage point on the ground the entire forefront of her view was taken up with his red, angry cock, and in the background was a pair of devilish lips and blinding white teeth, directly behind the head of his cock – almost like he could reach out with his tongue and lick the tip if he wanted to – a trick of depth perception. He seemed maniacal, diabolical.

She couldn’t believe he had managed to arouse her before, she felt so filthy and sick inside, and powerless, and terrified. She began to whimper uncontrollably, she shook her head in denial, closing her eyes to block him out, to block it all out.

Max felt like a sick, evil bastard, but he wasn’t done yet. He wanted to completely break her before he left her, make her pay for the betrayal of trying to murder him when he had thought she’d been there to sneak a peek; when he’d hoped she’d join in. She would pay for her crime and for his wounded vanity too.

Sasha was not laughing anymore, not even her sick sense of humor could find anything to laugh about in her current situation. I really fucked up this time, and now I’m going to pay the ultimate price for it, she thought morosely, resignedly.

Max let go of his cock, leaning his face close to hers and once again separating her arms so he could grab a wrist with each hand.

“Open up your eyes sweetheart,” he cooed softly, while once again rubbing soft circles into the flesh of her wrists – her inner wrists this time – right over her tender skin and softly raised tendons and veins.

Sasha opened her eyes at his command, unaccountably even more filled with terror at the sudden change in his demeanor. He leaned down slowly, tracking her eyes as they followed his progress closer and closer towards her face, growing more round and terrified the nearer he came to his destination. He licked his lips once in anticipation, then dropped his gaze to her lips and placed a butterfly soft kiss upon them, smirking as she made a wounded noise in her throat.

**Chapter Nine – The Brutal Mind-Fuck (or Comeuppance)**

He leaned back a little, so he could look her in the eyes again and demanded in a hard voice, “why?”

Max watched her brow wrinkle in confusion.

“Why did you try to kill me?” he clarified.

He watched her face as her mouth opened and her lower lip trembled, and tears leaked unchecked, from her beautiful, stormy sea-colored eyes, and down her face to fall to the ground.

He watched her take a shuddering breath, and say in a broken, rusty voice, “I’m sorry,” then watched some more as she choked down another sob.

“That’s not a reason,” he bit out angrily, determining to kick this awful mind-fuck up another notch, so he could pry out a more satisfying answer; he needed to understand why. Why had she wanted to take his life rather than what he’d offered her? Why not just leave him to his ‘bathing’, none the wiser, if she hadn’t wanted to join in?

Max jammed her hands back together and sat back, grabbing up his dick again. He slid down her legs a little and stroked himself directly above her mound, slowly angling the head closer to her uncovered juncture.

“You’re sorry you tried to murder me, or you’re sorry you weren’t good enough to get the job done properly, sweetheart?” Max jabbed the pearly, wet tip of his cock into her clit on his last word and rubbed it in small circles over the hard little nub.

Sasha writhed in horror, trying desperately to break his hold on her and buck him off. She wanted to be sick. She wanted to scream. She did – she was screaming: mindlessly, wordlessly in horror. Sobbing hysterically, begging, “Please – please don’t.”

This is what Max had been waiting for, why didn’t it give him any pleasure?bgb

Sasha continued wailing and shaking her head from side to side. “Please – don’t,” she sobbed over and over, brokenly, the fight going out of her after a time, and giving way to exhausted despair. Still Max continued his torture on her flesh.

And even after everything that she’d been through, all of the awful things he’d done and said to her, and put her through, Sasha felt the slow, rhythmic, soft, circular motion of the milky slick tip of his cock begin, gradually, to tease her desire back to wakefulness again. She began to keen and rock pitifully, brokenly within her constraints – betrayed, once again, by her own body.

“Why not?” asked Max cruelly, “don’t you think you deserve to be punished for trying to kill me in cold blood? a naked, unarmed man harmlessly enjoying a bath?” Adjusting the position of his body over hers, Max thrust down suddenly between her thighs with his rigid cock – not into her – just between her legs, rubbing his length along her slit in slow torment – for both of them.

“Yes,” Sasha sobbed, surprising Max with her truthful acquiescence. He swore he heard a lifetime of guilt and remorse in that one tiny word; that it wasn’t just a meaningless, fear induced confession – not coercion.

Max hadn’t meant for it to go this far, hadn’t meant to actually come so close to crossing the line between pretending and actually performing his threatened punishment, but his anger, her odd response to his body, his adrenaline and his lust had all combined to break his control; bringing him to this point, where his cock was buried between the apex of her thighs.

Max was sickened by his lack of control, but his darker side won out and a wicked grin slowly spread across his devilish lips as he unveiled her shameful secret.

“Your rabbit hole’s all wet little bunny,” Max pointed out to her unnecessarily and cruelly, while holding his cock in place, between the slick, slippery lips of her molten sex.

***TBC***

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