Bounty Hunter

Zinnia

Pleasure coursed through my body. My sore legs trembled. A violet orgasm built in the pit of my stomach. I squinted my face and groaned, trying to turn when my feet were abruptly spread apart.

This time, I groaned in pain but that was quickly replaced with pleasure. A finger slipped inside my pussy. And another. And then another. A wet and warm tongue worked magic on my clit, bringing my ecstasy to a whole new level.

This can’t be a dream. The pleasure that spread through my body felt like wildfire and my sore and trembling legs told me otherwise. And those fingers, sliding inside me. It has to be real.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry and nothing around me made any sense. For some reason, my eyes couldn’t stay open.

The orgasm that was rapidly building abruptly stopped and I sighed in frustration. My eyes fluttered shut, but not before a large silhouette came into view.

“Reed?” I murmured groggily. No reply. I opened my eyes again and struggled to take in my surroundings. I was met with nothing but white plush blinds covering what seemed to be round windows. Where the hell is this place?

“Reed?” I called out again, this time, panic filled my voice. I struggled to get out of bed but decided against it due to how hard my head hurt. A silhouette appeared before me. A black mask with drawings of white skulls and bones covering his stood next to me, holding scissors to my face.

He didn’t have to utter a word, but I knew better than to scream. Not that I could anyway.

I opened my mouth in a pathetic attempt to scream but a cloth was placed over my nose and I quickly lost consciousness. The next time I opened my eyes, the masked figure stood at my centre, my legs on either side of his shoulders.

“What-?” my voice barely came out as a whisper before he pushed his length inside me. Hard and fast. I moaned, and he held both my legs in place and repeatedly pounding inside me.

I opened my mouth to scream for help, but nothing came. Tears came out from either side of my eyes. Who was he? Why was he doing this? And where is Reed? Why did he leave me?

I shake my head, begging him to stop. But he never did. Whoever he was, he was having the time of his life and with every cry and every shake of my head, he got more aggressive.

“Please, stop,” I begged him, but he showed me no mercy. The only thing that somehow brought me solace in this moment was knowing that once I tell Reed, he would go to the ends of the earth to track this fucker down and kill him in cold blood.

I didn’t want this. But that didn’t stop my body from betraying me. My legs began to tremble. My cries were muffled with moans and he grunted at this, thrusting deeper and hitting a spot.

I came. Bloody fucking hell, I came all over his dick, making my juices roll down my slit and to my butthole. He thrust in me some more despite how sensitive I was before pulling out and he appeared next to me, stroking his cock and spilling his seed all over my face.

He was away from me and disappeared out of sight. I curled into my body and stared into space, the realisation of what just happened dawned on me.

I was raped. And I came. And Reed didn’t come to stop that from happening. At some point, tears began to run down my cheeks. I didn’t stop, not that I tried to stop them anyway. And then, I drifted off to sleep, in hopes that when I woke up, I would be back in my apartment.

Or in the arms of my stalker. Where, ironically, I feel safe.

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My eyes fluttered open and I was met with a pair of yin-yan eyes staring down at me. I frowned and a smile appeared on his face.

“Reed?” I mumbled. For a second, I thought I was hallucinating, but he got out of bed and walked towards what I assumed to be a cupboard and returned with a single pill in hand and a glass of water.

“Drink this..” he stretched out his hand and I took the pill. He helped me sit straighter, the duvet covering my body falling off.

“There was a man….” my voice trailed off as Reed placed a hand over his mouth. I popped the pill inside my mouth and pushed it down with water. Once I swallowed in, Reed filled the spot next to me and lowered my back in bed.

“There was a man in here. He… he…”

“Hush now, my little flower. You did so well, baby,” Reed stroked my hair as he spoke gently. I crest my brow, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“What? What are you talking about?” I questioned, slowly getting my energy back thanks to the pill I took. It gradually began to make sense, but I refused to come to any conclusion. I needed him to say it.

“You take my dick so well. Your pussy waters as soon as I touch you. That just confirms that your body is made for me,” he continued.

I managed to sit upright without earning a banging headache. “That was you? You…. You?” words failed me.

“That was all me. Despite being unconscious, you moan and rock yourself against my tongue. You did well baby. Now get some sleep, you must be tired,” Reed brushed his hands against my eyelids, forcing me to close my eyes.

“Get your hands off me, you… you…”

“What? Can’t say it?” he mocked as he rose to his feet and began to aim for a door. As swiftly as I could, I got to my feet.

“You’re a sick bastard. You raped me!” I yelled out, careless of the fact that I was naked before him. His eyes scanned my body, bringing heat to my face.

“Come on now, my little flower. You know I didn’t rape you. Remember, you came all over my dick and my tongue, I can still taste you on my lips by the way,” he smiled, walking towards me and pulling me into his arms.

He pinched my nipples and as I go to moan, he sealed my lips with his.

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