Ella (Twisted Tales) (4 page)

“Take all of me now.”

He slid his entire length into my throat and stilled as I gagged.  Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I steadied my breathing.  Then he lunged forward and began slapping my clit repeatedly so that my screaming was nonstop.  His fingers worked in and out of my wet pussy roughly while his balls slapped against my nose with each thrust.

“More,” he grunted and then ground into my throat, his strikes on my clit becoming harder and faster.  I writhed as I screamed, my body shaking from the pain and pleasure that assaulted me.  He released my pussy as my body started to still and grasped my head.  He began slamming into my throat violently so that I gagged over and over and then threw up on him.  He didn’t stop, shouting for me to take all of him.

“More, Ella!  More!”  He was a wild man.  “Give to me!”  He fisted one hand in my hair behind my head to continue slamming me upward with every downward stroke he delivered.  With the other hand, he pinched my nose closed so that I had to open my mouth around his width to breathe.  Harder and I threw up again, only exciting him more.  He thrust deep as he came with a shout but I couldn’t swallow it.  It ran out over my face.

When he was finished, he cleaned up the mess and I thought it was over.  He took my mouth again. 
And again.  Violent and crazed.  When he was finished, he carefully untied me and helped me to my feet.

“You brought God’s love to Salem, Ella.  This is what you were sent to us for.  This is your role in our community.  We are thankful to have you.”  He kissed my forehead and I realized that I was now the town whore and this was just the beginning of how I would be used
as a slave by every man in Salem.

The End

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Copyright © December 2013 Kimber Sharpe

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