#tw; kidnapping

[terrence-silver]

What would Terry (all eras) do if beloved was kidnapped? Say the perpetrators leave a ransom note wanting money and a polaroid of Beloved with a busted lip or something… I’d like to see how you think he’d react

I don't think anyone should validly antagonize a former military man who used to be a Green Beret and it's highly implied he was a Spec Ops too back in Vietnam. Not withstanding that he's a martial arts master as well and a ferocious one at that. One who quite literally believes in no mercy --- and even though Terry Silver's army training is undoubtedly very much left underexplored, just basic logic demands that if someone his got abducted and violently taken, this man would be more than capable of going out there and personally retrieving them if push came to shove. Like, I firmly believe that. All of his talk about awakening 'killer instincts' aren't in vain seeing as how I feel and it's very much an indicator of what he's willing to do and what he has, undoubtedly, done before. Sure, a man of his wealth and connections could very well hire investigators, alert authorities or pay private professional hitmen to do the job for all we know --- but no --- stuff like this, I think Terry would want, need and love to do it personally. With fierce vengeance at that.

These kidnappers striked first and drew blood when they hurt beloved.

[lovelylostminds]

@sah1x1s as plotted

Since her encounter with Alex, she had been on edge, constantly paranoid. The only place she had felt safe was at home.

As she prepared dinner, she finally allowed herself to relax, unwinding to the point where she didn't notice she wasn't alone. Suddenly, before anything was said, a shiver ran down her spine as Alex's voice filled the silence.

“You thought you could be free of me? You thought you could get rid of me?” It felt like she had entered a nightmare as Charlotte slowly turned to face Alex. He quickly shoved her against the wall, his arm across her throat restricting her breathing.

“You think you can let someone else touch you? You’ll always be mine, Charlotte, and I will always be in your mind,” he seethed at her. His fingers curled in her hair and he slammed her head against the wall. She reached out to push him away, to fight, but it only seemed to enrage him further. The next time her head hit the wall, she blacked out.

“There she is,” his voice brought her back. She was no longer in her home but somewhere else entirely. “Now I will make sure you remember me. Every time you close your eyes, every time you kiss him, every time he touches you, you will remember me.” His hands closed around her throat, squeezing tightly until spots danced in her vision before he released her, allowing her to breathe. His twisted game had begun.

Everything hurt. Breathing hurt. Her body was covered in bruises, burns, and cuts when she finally came to, in an alleyway, as far as she could tell. Beyond that, she couldn't remember what had happened. In the distance, she heard gasping and a ringing tone before she passed out again. The next time she woke, it was to bright lights and noise. Her eyes settled on someone at the far end of the room.

“Where am I?”

[the-bctman]

Batman had been investigating the sudden disappearances of record executives around Gotham. Kidnappings on a scale like this screamed revenge. To the untrained eye, a connection would have been difficult to make. But not to him.

The Dark Knight tracked the suspect known only as the Music Meister to the abandoned Opera House on Founder's Island. Before the new building took its place, the Gotham Opera House was a staple in the city's rich history.

He surveyed the establishment and found a ventilation shaft leading to the rafters. Once inside, he moved through the shadows until he found his target. He made note of the hostages and dropped from the above.

"Release the hostages," Batman barked. "You're done here."

@sifonie

[x--sinner--x]

Listen, I didn't mean to push my cock into your pussy while you were sleeping. It was part of a dare and my stupid friends dared me to fuck the girl I found hottest and film it as proof.

I was planning to be in and out, making sure you never knew what happened. But the moment my cock went inside, it felt so good that my thoughts of pulling out just left me. I was just dumbfounded and wanted more.

Sorry I came inside you. I really have to go now. Thanks for the picture.

I hope you will love the present I gave you 10 months from now.

[suicideassistance]

Darling, There is no "stopping."

You left your house wearing a skirt and no panties. I found you walking alone in the woods. Leaving a scent trail with your soaked thighs, you call any predator to take you like an animal in heat. Now you want to cry out for rescue. No, baby.

You're going to take every inch of me like a good rape toy. And if you deliver what you display, I may spare your pathetic life.

[groupies1ut]

sluts deserve to be bound, blindfolded, and gang raped for hours.

sluts deserve to be bred no matter how much they beg for you to pull out.

sluts deserve to be overstimulated, no matter how much they beg you to stop.

sluts deserve to be filled by multiple cocks at once, no matter how many times they tell you another wont fit.

sluts deserve to be knocked up by their kidnappers

[bunnygirllover45]

possession.

[terrence-silver]

How would Terry react if his beloved was eerily calm in a situation when he kidnaps her; he has her chained to the bed blindfolded and she’s calm, talking to him in a normal manner as if they were having a conversation 😏

Not falling for it; he knows these tactics. He's been in the army.

Sees right through it; the understated psychological warfare of it. It's an attempt of a hostage to subtly negotiate and eclipse a kidnapper (the man in charge holding all the power) by being the supposed 'voice of reason'; to get him to put down his guard by addressing him calmly, by being overly levelheaded, seemingly willing to talk, hoping it'll get through to him one way or another. That it'll put him under control somehow. But, there's no getting through to him. No putting him under control. If anything, he's quietly amused by how much of a stoic his beloved is right about now. Doesn't do anything to dissuade him in any sense. Doesn't sober him away from his intentions. Doesn't make him quit what he's doing. He might even play into it and go along with it because it's too amusing. If anything, it serves to turn him on even more, because my, my isn't his beloved so very smart. Just not smart enough. Because if they were smart enough, they wouldn't be chained to his bed and blindfolded right about now. Then again, he doesn't blame them. Ain't easy to outsmart Terry Silver.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Fiddauthor divorce arc speedrun <3

After 30 years of searching for his lost brother through demonic rituals and summonings, Ford has become a bit of a notorious demon collector over the years. He's made a LOT of deals with MANY different demons over the years; from minor and harmless little entities to big and powerful overlords. Most of the time, these deals aren't really a one-way situation, so a lot of demons have a strong grip on him just as much as he does on them. It often ends up being a mutual sort of destruction, as in: "I know I'm but a mere mortal trifling with things I couldn't begin to fathom, and I know you will destroy me eventually; but I don't care as long as I get to destroy you too." He just needs to live long enough to find his brother.

The red hands are essentially pieces of himself (his soul, you could say??) that he wields as his method of restraint to the demons he has "tamed" so far. They act as a leash to contain each demons' powers, and he can loosen or tighten his hold on them as much as he wants. The number of hands required to contain a demon really depends on their individual strengths, but 3-4 hands are already very energy consuming.

YES, I gave all of his demons stupid names. SUE ME.

[danascullysjournal]

“Oh, Archivist.”

It’s finished! Nikola Orsinov kidnapping Jon sent me spiraling so I had to paint it. The horrors he endures😵‍💫🥺 poor Jon. I don’t think the creators meant to have the wax figures melting but that’s how it is in my head

Detail below:

[x--sinner--x]

I kinda want to be a "mad scientist" kind of rapist. When my eyes lock-on to my potential next victim, my mind races with so many ideas on how to get my filthy hands on them and keep them all to myself.

Once I have secured my victim, I'll do all sorts of experiments on them to see what makes them tick. How their pussy curls around my fingers, which kinds of stimulus elicits which kind of emotions/reactions, what's their pain tolerance, what triggers an instant squirt, how deep can my cock fit into their cervix to breed them, how much milk they can produce from their udders, how brain dead and cock hungry they can get for me, and how will they worship me.

You might ask what's the purpose of these experiments when I can already do whatever I want to them as they are mine now and I don't need to test anything. Well that's because, with one singular action, I want to bend them to my will and make them do my bidding.

A single snap, even from a closed door next room, should lead these sluts to break away from the shackles that restrain them and break through the door, on their knees to taste my cock. I want to see them cling on to my leg and lick the cloth of the pant I'm wearing as if my cock is like their drug and nothing can stop them from getting it, because they heard the snap and they know it's "cock time"..

All those experiments are to mold these milky sluts into a brain dead hole.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Beyond the Grave

Danny Fenton gets the surprise of his life when the Justice League accepts a mission in Amity Park.

No, they were there for ghost issues. lt turns out that if people aren't exposed to shock waves of Ectoplasm radiation, they don't get fun side effects like seeing the dead. That's why the town people had called his parents loons up until the portal was open.

There hadn't been enough death energy to make them visible, let alone corporeal enough to touch the human world. Even Danny had thought his parents were chasing an unrealistic dream until that fateful day when Sam convinced him to walk through the portal.

What the Justice League was there to do was stop this company that had been kidnapping meta children all over the country. They had hidden them a little outside Amity Park, where people rarely drove by. Danny had only gone through those back roads twice, and he's lived in Amity Park all his life.

No one had the slightest idea that a secret lab was operating underground, forcing experimentation on children. Danny felt horrible he had missed this, as the self-proclaimed hero of the area, but his expertise was in ghosts. They were pretty straightforward and loud in their evil plots.

Something like this required resources, training, and detective skills that Danny didn't have. What made him feel a little bit better about all this was that Danny had found the children before the Justice League.

He just won't tell them that because it made his own kidnapping rather embarrassing. Somehow, the scientists- if that can even be called that- had detected Danny's hidden powers. While he was busy crawling out of a dumpster- Dash had thrown him in there- a van had pulled up and thrown a collar onto his neck.

Danny was so stunned by the action that he could not stop a taser to the neck in time. His entire body had cramped up, but not before he had sent a burst of energy to the broken security camera, tuning it on and broadcasting the video to Tucker's laptop.

He got a bit better at controlling technology using ectoplasm, especially after the many fights with Technus, and his friend had set up a laptop in a close circuit that could tap into Danny's frequency.

The kidnappers probably thought that they were in the clear when making grabs at meta children since most came from areas that didn't have surveillance. Tucker had gotten home to a three-hour-long video from Danny, clicking it open and spitting out the ramen he was eating when the first few minutes of it was Danny getting educated.

He panicked and called Jazz to ask if his friend had gotten home. When she denied seeing her brother, Tucker contacted Sam and informed her what was happening.

The pair had immediately mobilized, tearing through the city on the hunt for the van. Jazz had joined them after letting her parents know Danny was missing. They had gone straight to the police station to report that their son was gone.

Tucker had sent them the video, claiming it was from a Panic App. The pair had been in the beta stages, which was why no one had such a helpful app, but it was enough for the Fentons to make their case. The police had placed an Amber Alert and had practically locked down the city.

In a small town like Amity Park, getting the people to band together to help each other was relatively easy. Even Flash, the last person to have seen Danny, had called his football friends to get in a car and help them find the youngest Fenton.

Sadly, by then, the scientists had taken Danny well out of the city, even with multiple people calling to place tips on the black van. Four days passed, and with each passing hour, the likelihood of Danny returning home alive grew dimmer.

No one thinks they have ever seen Jazz Fenton cry that much before. Jack and Maddie were on a rampage, tearing through the city for hints of their son. They had even ignored a ghost attacking the mall, too busy stopping every black Sprinter van they could find for clues of their son.

The video was somehow leaked to the public - Tucker and Sam had allowed it to slip into public domains with a scrambled VPN, hoping to get someone to report anything- and this video had made its way to a certain billionaire in Gotham.

Batman had been working the case for months, looking for a pair of twins that had vanished from Daminan's class. They had gotten the boys back, now able to see in the dark as their meta genes had been forcefully unlocked, and realized they were rescued before they were able to get to the primary base.

The only clue the Bats had was a symbol of a two-headed snack on the collars found around the twin's necks. The same collar that had been forced upon Danny Fenton when he was taken in the video.

Bruce had called his co-workers the second he noticed the mark. They had geared up and gone to Amity Park to investigate. Clark, Diana, Billy, and Bruce had arrived at Amity Park in their civilian personas. They came separately to avoid suspicion, hoping to use Billy as bait.

The Justice League was still coming to terms with Captain Marvel being a fourteen-year-old kid, but none could call into question the good work Billy did.

The three had different stories about why they were in the middle of nowhere in Amity Park.

Bruce had been in town to set up a new outreach for the Wayne Foundation. Clark, a news reporter investigating the missing child case of Danny and Diana, had chosen to tour the most haunted cities in the United States for her museum curator.

Like a charm, Billy had gotten the attention of the kidnappers, and only three days after arriving in Amity as a homeless kid, he had been taken. The moment Billy pressed the button on his bracelet, the three were notified that he had been kidnapped.

Clark kept an ear of the van, listening to the bracelet's beeping that no human could pick up. Just in case, the Leauge had embedded a tracker into Billy's left arm, and Bruce had followed it to the secret Lab.

A message to the Watch Tower had backup zapping down in seconds. They waited until nightfall before springing a rescue mission. Flash, Black Canary, Red Tornado, and Vigilanete had been sent in to find and bring the children home while Bruce, Clack, and Diana worked on taking out the guards.

Danny had woken in a test tube with multiple needles and wires digging into his skin, facing a group of superheroes that stared back at him in horror. The last thing he remembered had been the passing cells of meta children before he was taken to a room with a glass tube.

After being shoved into it, Danny was put to sleep with a gas. He had not been conscious for the entire time he was taken. That means he was not awake when the scientists had accidentally caused his heart to flatline.

They had thrown his body into an unmarked grave, intending to bury him with the three other nameless victims. Danny had not been awake when his survival instincts had triggered his shift to Phantom and floated out of the grave.

Like a balloon with helium, Danny had drifted far from the grave, flouting in the wind unconscious due to the gas.

He had awakened for only a few seconds, floating above the road that led to Amity, confused about how he got there. Sadly, the very same van that had just finished burying him had driven down the street, spotting him in the air and choosing to capture the famous Phantom.

They had stolen some Fenton Tech on a stakeout while waiting to take the Fenton Boy and were happy to see it had knocked out the ghost. The men had taken Phantom back to the lab, setting him up in a tube so their scientist could pull out his green blood for tests.

The Justice League had broken in that night. After the raid, Bruce hacked the computers, looking for clues about the missing children. His heart fell to his feet when he read the reports.

The children had died in the experiments. Danny Fenton was on the list of failed experiments, his time of death marked in the conclusion section of a report like he wasn't a young boy who had just finished his first year of high school.

Bruce had only been able to pull himself together long enough to find information about Phantom being held in a deeper part of the lab. Clark, Barry, and Bruce had gone to the lower levels, intending to set the ghost free.

What they found was Phantom in his most basic form. A young ghost with his jumpsuit cut open, showing the same markings the other rescued children bore.

Lichtenberg scars around the neck, torso, and arms.

Phantom had been a new ghost. Bruce and Clark had verified that in their investigations. They had never thought to question what had created him, only that he had appeared a few months ago wearing a hazmat jumpsuit and seemingly unable to leave Amity Park.

The same jumpsuit the other meta children were forced to wear to contain their experiments.

Phantom had been a meta child that had been killed by these people. He was recaptured and placed in a strange ghost coma, leaving the Justice League baffled about how to help him.

Besides blinking, his eyes opened for only a few seconds when he was rescued; he had remained unconscious after muttering, "There are more. Fifty-seven kids....help them, please."

The League had taken him back to their headquarters while working through the labs and digging up the bodies of the other victims. The people involved with this heinous crime had all taken their lives, having snuck a cyanide tablet into their teeth.

None of them faced justice properly, not for the deaths they caused or the angst that Phantom had been dragged into. The ghost had been unable to move on, sticking around even after everything they had done to him.

He had likely been attempting to get help for the remaining prisoners because every place he had attacked had been involved with this lab.

The Justice League would later reveal this information to the horrified townspeople.

Valerie Gray would be throwing up in the bathroom after watching the news. Her father's previous employers had been half on staff with the people who had killed Phantom.

They made a list of potential children to test for the meta gene. She had been on there, and had Phantom not gotten her dad fired when he did, she would have been kidnapped. He saved her life, and she had shot at him in return.

Dash Baxter would be found drinking and sobbing in the school parking lot. He had been drowning in guilt for dragging Fenton behind the mall, where he had thrown him in the dumpster. He had nothing to do with the kidnapping, but he blamed himself nonetheless.

Those people had been attempting to take Fenton for weeks, and he created the perfect opening. Now Danny Fenton was dead by the same people who made his hero. Dash vowed never to bully anyone again, even as Kawn took him home and helped nurse him through his hangover.

Sam Madison and Tucker Foley moved about like zombies. They kept sending messages to someone who would never answer, searching the sky for Phantom's glow, or had their phones on just in case they found Danny. With each uncovered grave, the pair grew hopeful as Danny had not been among the recovered bodies.

People were slightly heartbroken for them. They would wait on a best friend that was never coming home.

Not to mention the Fenton's reaction to Danny's fate. The funeral had been one of the hardest ones any of them had ever attended. The cries of the three remaining Fentons had echoed in their nightmares.

Worse, they had closed their portal. The Fentons had sealed everything to do with ghosts away, no longer able to stand the research now that they knew Phantom had been attempting to prevent Danny's death.

Maybe if they had stopped to try and communicate with him, they might have been able to save their son.

Jack and Maddie were still certified geniuses and were able to fall back on working for Wayne Enterprises as engineers. They moved away, with Jazz looking lifeless without her brother.

People in Amity Park passed by the old Fenton Works sign, never to see it glow again. They also realized that Phantom had vanished, many assuming that now he was at rest due to his murder being solved.

They were unaware he was floating above them in the Watch Tower's medical wing, locked away in slumber.

John Constantine had noticed his ectoplasm levels had not moved since his rescue. For some reason, Phantom's body was not producing it properly like other ghosts- most likely due to experiments they had forced him through.

This caused a coma, with every Justice League Dark member scratching their heads. In every way, Phantom seemed fine, but his core did not react correctly.

It was almost as if it had never been adequately formed, as if Phantom was still alive somehow.

After months of trying to figure out how to stabilize the ghost's core, John contacted a ghost doctor from the Infinite Realms. It took calling in a few favors to get the information, let alone the actual communication with the ghost doctor, but he could do it.

He was a magic expert, not a medic. This was the only chance Phantom had to ever wake.

Thankfully, Frostbite seemed to know exactly what to do when his large eyes landed on the floating figure in the medical incubator the League had placed him in.

He had assured them he could help Phantom but needed to take him back to his hospital to properly treat the ghost. After the Yeti agreed to an Oath Vow stating he would not allow any harm to fall upon Phantom while under his care.

Another agreement of having John present for Phantom's treatment had solidified Justice League into letting the being move Phantom into the Far Frozen.

A year after Danny Fenton's death, Phantom's eyes snapped open to the relieved Frostbite and the beaming trench coat man.

He had never been so confused when the first thing his doctor said was, "Great One, I am sorry to say the humans believed Daniel Fenton has passed while you were in a coma."

Well.

How was he going to bring himself back to life?

[sophiesfilosofyy]

Btw I moan when I suck cock

[terrence-silver]

"Now i get tò ravish you" please for old Terry, he gives me the impression he would say that after finally kidnapping his beloved after she's popped from him countless times.

---

His abductions were always the most amicable things in the world.

Blink and you'll miss it, for someone looking in from the outside, they might not even appear like a basic case of kidnapping; Being led inside by his smartly attired waiting staff after dropped of by an equally uniformed chauffeur addressing you with honorifics, welcomed back with open arms and all smiles, given a change of clothes and the opportunity to freshen up at your own leisure, sitting down with the host of the manor for a good vintage from his private collection and a cooled, tall glass already waiting for you methodically and patiently on your old spot, sharing a supper specifically prepared by his chefs followed up by dessert surrounded by candlelit splendor. Having a chat, like old friends afterwards while all the Michelin star delicacies settle into your gut and his hand sneaks a string of pearls around your neck as a gift, presented to you from a velvet embedded jewelry box commissioned just for you, clasping it at the back, welcoming you home.

Home.

For someone who wouldn't know any better and lacked explicit context, these occurrences had every marker of a classical date. A meeting between lovers. A quaint evening spent with a quaint man. Even if you regaled someone of the events of every time Terry Silver took you (not that anyone would ever believe any force or coercive measures were ever involved in the first place) it was you who would appear insane. Paranoid. Delusional. Mentally ill. An unstable fortune seeker looking to profit by bringing someone's pristine reputation down. Oddly ungrateful. You were wined, dined and wooed? How could you say it was a kidnapping? That you were being trespassed upon in any shape, way or form? Didn't you know making false allegations against an upstanding member of the community was morally repugnant? How could you throw around such dire accusations when you treated so finely? Most people would sell their own front teeth to be treated so well.

You understood it was elaborate gaslighting.

Oh, he was sly. So sly.

He knew exactly what he was doing and he did it so well.

That every time you were packed and cornered into a tinted glass vehicle in the middle of the day with a tone never raised above a kindly suggestion bearing an undercurrent of threats and driven out here, to his mansion Terry made sure he never gave you any reason to complain, bemoan your circumstances or possess any notable ammunition against him that could compromise him in the present or the future. Ever. That he made sure never to be anything but a perfect gentleman. That he made sure every evening was always equally immaculate as well. Every meal. Every drink. Every gesture. Every word directed your way. Every renewed tour of his property to covertly drill point the fact that there's no way off of the premises, just in case you've forgotten and needed reminders. Everything. To the point there were moments where you genuinely doubted your own sanity and perceptions of reality and believed that this was some old Hollywood movie before the invention of Technicolor and cynicism.

That you belonged here, and yet stubbornly kept running away.

Stubbornly kept running away from this infinitely patient man.

Who infinitely kept bringing you back because he loved you infinitely.

Troubled as you were.

By the time the beautiful evening was over and the inevitable came to pass --- bed time --- his bed --- sharing it with him, part of you was almost convinced that that's the way things should be in the great social exchange of things. Nothing was for free, after all. You wanted it. Or did you? Maybe. Yes. No. Not like this. Perhaps precisely like this. You weren't certain anymore. Of what you wanted or why. You were fed, you were lavished with gifts, you were treated enviably well, you were romanced and now you'd get fucked. You always were, whenever he'd bring you here, to him. With a smooth set of hands on your shoulders, caressing you tenderly, up and down, up and down, he beams down at you, close enough to smell, looming over you, brows furrowed in contentment as he guides you were the dragon usually slept, halting at the doorway of his master bedroom. You knew he'd cease being quite so gallant once you'd step over its threshold together. That's when his acting would stop. -"Now, I get to ravish you."- Terry Silver practically purrs, sounding humored. Yes, you supposed he would.

[nemesyaaa]

buffalo'66 au ! old!serial killer! rafe x young!sugardoll!reader

warnings : daddy issues/kink. slight of rafe having a god complex. smut. sick love/obssession/behavior. age gap. size kink. gunplay. spit. mean!dark!rafe. mentions of kidnapping/murdering. dark content. be careful with the warnings.

author's note : i think a lot about rafe having a god complex. and the way it could fix him to have a girl who cherish him and love him like he's just the only one. as the same i think a lot of rafe being a cult!leader with a sweet lamb. anyways, enjoy !

you knew you weren't allowed to touch his gun, but you couldn't pretend that the forbidden rules didn't excite you either. the proof being that you were still with rafe even though he had kidnapped you. you had found the glock in the drawer, and now you were having fun with it to the point where you hadn't heard your jailer come home. you were too captivated by the handgun to pay attention to that.

“ will you teach me how to shoot ? ” you asked in a soft tone.

“ obviously not. but i can swear to you that if you don't put the gun right in my hand in a second, i will show you how i use it. especially on a little tiny thing like you. now stop playing and give it to me, sugardoll. i already told you to not get on my nerves. ”

“ are you a serial killer or something ? ” you said to him, not aware about his job.

“ no obviously, i'm a babysitter. see ? how well i care about little silly girls ? ” he answered with the most sarcastic tone. “ i think you already know what i am, but you like playing dumb. because you're desperate for my attention. you need me to explain things, to satisfy your need of validation. that's right ? ”

he moved from his place, and placed himself behind you, your small body caged against his bigger size. you could feel all the pressure of his strength on you, and you started to shiver when his breath came near to your ears.

“ since you want to play with daddy's gun so bad, i'm willing to give you what you want. ”

“ no, i don't want to play anymore ! ”

“ oh i'm afraid to tell it's too easy like that, sugar. the game doesn't stop when you decide. the game stops when i’m done playing. got it ? nod your head if you got it.”

you really started to be his doll, accepting to nod whenever he wants, to use you whenever he feels the need, to move whenever he decides. when you nodded your head, giving him a little look, he grabbed the gun.

“ you will kill me ? don't, i can be good ! ”

“ you can ? no, you will. choose your words better, sugardoll. why are you crying right now ? the worse it yet to come actually. now, open that pretty mouth of yours. ”

you refused, shaking your head. you were terrified that he would kill you.

“ i said open it. if i have to repeat it, i swear that i will snap dry this gun further in your cunt, and everytime a sound will come out your mouth, pushing it deeper inside. do you understand me ? now, don't you want to be a baby sugardoll, full of kindness and sweetness ? show me how sweet and pretty you are for me. and listen to me. ”

with tears on your cheeks, you slowly opened your mouth. you could feel rafe’s smile against your neck. you were so submissive, the perfect victim. he had chosen you well the day he saw you. like a true serial killer, he never missed his prey.

“ this is why you call me sugardoll ? ”

“ see ? i'm good enough to give you a nickname. ”

it was sick but you smiled, you felt like you were special in his eyes. maybe rafe had a collection of little dolls but you felt unique.

“ don't kill me. i'm begging you. ”

“ fuck, you don't know how hard you make me when you're desperate like that. but trust me, i will make you see soon how good you make me feel. it will be your reward for being this sweet for me, sugardoll.”

he spread your legs, holding them wide with his strong hand covering your trembling thigh while his other hand brought the front of the gun down onto your skin. passing the coldness of steel across your tummy, while you shivered at the thought of dying. when he got to your underwear. you had heard his smirk.

"oh sure, you don't want to die. you want to be fucked. it's so wet here, i could stick the gun in without even preparing you, it would slide off so easily.” his mocked tone made you yelp.

“ i'm not controlling myself ! ”

“ and you don't need too. let me take care of you. keep your mouth open. i will put my gun in. ”

“ i can't do this ! it seems very dangerous…”

“ then suck it well, sugar. especially, if you don't want me to empty the gun on your gorgeous throat. ” he warned you, while pressing his lips on your neck. it was not a kiss, but you were so soft for this little touch. you wanted to please him, to see him proud of you.

he rushed the pistol between your wet plump lips, and you almost choked on it. “ be careful, doll, daddy's gun it's loaded. ” he said with a smile that made your tears even saltier.

while you had started to do your job, his fingers were lightly pressed on the surface, fiddled with the trigger. he loved seeing your petrified eyes, he loved feeling your blood freeze inside your veins, the way you resembled a frightened and helpless animal. you were defenseless and he had no limits.

you lapped at the cold metal at first, your tongue rolling over the barrel, swirling like a needy pet, and licking every bit of the object. you didn't waste anything, moistening the weapon with your own spit, some trails dripped down your tits. rafe had pushed the gun farther, almost into your throat. you choked, a trail of saliva raining over your jaw.

there was nothing amusing about it, but he found it fun. you sucked like your life depended on it even though let's be honest, it did. you moved back and forth quickly, rushed every movement with a softly sloppy gasp. he loved, no he adored the view of your ruined face and your mouth stuffed by the cold weapon. your great job made his dick painfully hard. you could feel the gun under your tongue, and the way it abused you. you drooled, a batch of saliva engulfing one side of the charger.

“ slow down, sugardoll, you're about to melt. ”

you felt dirty for being turned on by something so humiliating, the way you were pathetic for every single thing he introduced you to. it was as if he knew what you wanted, and how to exploit it. he could destroy you as well as shape you. you were nothing but the doll he wanted to play with. he knew more than anyone how to make you feel good. he knew well how to play with his toys.

you were killing him slowly with the way you were going about it, your pink tongue tickling the barrel, your mouth swallowing the entirety of his gun. every inch moved in and out of your parted lips. you lost count of the number of times you almost choked to the point you could throw up, you did your best.

the cold air of the room hit the soaked fabric of your underwear. it had gotten so wet down there.

you tried to focus on this dangerous game but you saw his bulge growing, his crotch distorting his pants.

“ keep sucking, i'm not done. ”

“ but ..."

he ignored you and took off his pants and boxers, freeing his hard cock. the next minute he was inside you, completely buried to the point where you could feel him all the way to your stomach. you salivated on the handgun, making a rain all over it.

as he filled you up, his thick cock abusing your tight pussy, the position was totally different, you were lying there, still the gun in your mouth, but now he was fucking you. his eyes were on you, and you could feel that motivating him even more to pounded you. your juices pooled on the surface the deeper he went. the slobber gathered around the metal. he rushed away your tears with his thumb.

“ stop whining, sugardoll. you can't cry when daddy takes you so well. ”

you really wanted to listen to him but it was too much for you. you were full of tears and they constantly wanted to come out, even when you felt good. but it was like the more you cried, the more he bullied your pussy, and by that, giving you more reasons to whine.

“ jesus, i'm pretty sure that you really like that gun in your mouth. ” he said with a firm thrust that made you squirm, your eyes wettering as the sentence. “ you like being this pathetic ? don't worry, i got you, i'm not judging you, but don't mind if i take advantage of it ? of course, you don't mind. you love being this sick, you're just a needy freak. ”

he pulled out before putting it back in you, inched himself deeper and deeper, letting you breathless. he was more rough this time, his fat length stretching you wider. his hips slammed your skin, his sweaty balls slapping you in motion. you nodded your head, your loud moans echoed in the empty room. his heavy hand on your tiny throat, pressuring it every time your walls tighten him.

his big other hand squeezing your small waist, as your core wrapped him harder. “ see ? daddy's making you a new home, right now. ”

his breath was heavy and short, the sweat of his body pressed against yours, while you were about to explode, so close to the orgasm. you were crying even more. and he covered your mouth with his large palm. he hitted the right spot again and again, without a break. you reached the second orgasm quickly, and you waited for him to explode at his turn. but he was taking his time on purpose. he obviously liked to abuse this little cunt of yours, wrecking like it was nothing your cervix. he glared at your glistening eyes with a proud face, while hurting your sloppy cunt. “ be patient, sugar. it's a matter of time but daddy will make you melt, and you will make a big mess on his dick to show how grateful you are ? ”

you didn’t answered, even when he released your mouth from his hands, because of the overheating.

“ you better answer because i can go to the next round. ”

“ yes .. yes !! ”

“ you're so naive, sugar. trusting me this easy, it's your own fault if old men like me use you. like did you really think we will not go on another round ? i'm about to make you dumb. not only your brain, your pussy, all of you. after this, you will not be able to think, to talk and even to walk. ”

your tears made him cum, and you let out a noisy and desperate whimper. “ it's sad for you that i'm the only god you can pray for, because i'm going to ignore all your prayers, making you on your knees every time for nothing more than my own good. sweet lamb, i'm such an uncaring god. but you can't hate on me, even a little, such a pretty precious thing you are. ”

“ why ? ” was the only word that came out of your mouth.

in fact, you were a little sad about this, because you wished that he cared a bit, even an hint about you.

“ nobody deserve you like i do. nobody deserve to touch you, or put an eyes on you, no one. you're just mine, and i need you to understand that clearly. do you got it ? do you even understand what i mean ? i will never let someone have you. never. ”

“ i really love you. ”

“ not only you love me, sugardoll. you adore me, you cherish me, you can't breath without me. do you understand ? how trapped i made you.”

“ bu…”

“ quit crying. you wanted this, you begged for. ”

“ i thought you only wanted to kill me ! ”

“if i wanted to kill you, it would already be done. i don't mind having blood in my hands, i'm a killer after all. but yours, i promise, i would never dream of, sugardoll. ”

it was very sick. but his words made you smile.

“ i want to hug you ! ”

“ don't make me regret my words. i still can choke you to death. ”

“ can i ask a question ? ”

“ jesus, if you don't yap more than a thousandth time each day, you're dead or what ? i swear, tell me your question, but choose it carefully because it will be the last. so, use your dumby brain very well. ”

“ i just wanted to know…if it's the first time you do this with one of your victims ? ”

“ why do you want to know ? ”

“ you need to answer ! ”

“ and you need to mind your own business. ”

“ i asked you a question ! it's not fair if you don't answer it ? ”

“ you better not try to raise your voice at me because i can shout, and trust me, the tears i will bring in your face will not be that pretty. ”

“ you're still mean to me…nothing has changed. ”

“ and you're still annoying. yes, nothing has changed.”

and you smiled at him, your sweet eyes melted on his unhichanged look.

“ someday i know you will love me too ! ”

“ bold to have faith, better to work on it, sugardoll. ”

you gave him a sweet look, even if he was grumpy, you wanted him.

[e-rosexxx-x]

Aww she's scareddd ♡