wonderland

"Amorcita," a voice beckons me from somewhere far off, and I feel the faintest brush of fingers against my cheek which stirs me from sleep. A soft whine of complaint leaves me as I try to roll away from the voice, but I find myself unable to move. With a start, my eyes snap open to come face to face with him.

My heart roars in my ear as disorienting memories rush through my mind, swirling around my head like a fog. Once more, I try to move, but my arms and legs are tied down, leaving me unable to escape. He waits for a moment as he watches the panic build, the tears fill my eyes. The fingers on my cheek shift, gripping my chin tightly in his grasp before pulling me in closer.

"Shhhhh," he whispers, his breath rushing across me, warm and minty, "you're safe, you're with me now."

My eyes widen more at his words and a gentle sob wracks my body, but he squeezes my jaw so tightly I'm unable to voice my denial. Before more sounds of rejection can leave my lips, he silences me with his own. His tongue swirls along mine, demanding and dominating, swallowing my very breath. The kiss makes me dizzy, my heart hammering against my chest as excitement rushes through me despite the reality.

His hands slide along my body, almost soothing in their groping as he turns my reluctance into pliant muscles beneath him. "Wait..." I try to whimper between kisses, but he just deepens the kiss with a primal ferocity that has me arching into him. His lips slide down my neck, tongue and teeth leaving a trail of marks down my chest.

My argument dies in my throat, lost in the way his tongue wraps around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth and letting his teeth the puckered nub until I'm struggling against my binds for an entirely different reason than before. Needy sounds betray me as they fill the silence, soft pleas falling from my lips.

A hand slides between my thighs, thick fingers pushing through my folds so easily. "See," he whispers against my tummy, "your body knows who it belongs to, you're so wet."

A shyness burns in my chest and I shake my head, denying him once more, but the soft squelching of his fingers sinking into my wetness is all the evidence he needs. The stretch of his fingers filling my unprepared walls has my head falling back from the pleasure, a lewd prayer falling from my lips.

His hand slides up, tangling in my hair until he's able to use it as leverage. Once he has a handle, he shifts my head until I'm forced to watch the way his fingers disappear inside my pussy. "Look, amorcita, watch as I break you and turn you into my perfect little toy. I'll make you the prettiest mess, and there's nothing you can do but take it all," his voice is a dark promise of seduction.

A dark thrill rushes through me as the sane part of me tries to reason, tries to bid me to fight, but I just watch his fingers in awe. After a few more thrusts of his fingers, my body tightens abruptly and trembles beneath him as pleasure rushes through me so violently. My juices coat his fingers, and I pant softly, trying to recover as his fingers continue to stretch me, curling and scissoring so deep that I see stars.

"I... can't... stop... need..." I try to voice the need to recover, but he doesn't listen as he adds yet another finger. My hips instinctively arch towards him, eager to be filled.

After a moment, he pulls back and I whine in disapproval at the loss. My pussy clenches around the nothingness and I feel the ache so deeply that fresh tears fill my eyes as I pout up at him. The sound of a zipper fills the moment, dragging my attention to where his veiny cock bursts free from his pants.

My whole body shivers in excitement, squirming again to try and impale myself despite the precarious situation. A smirk lights up his face, a dark look entering his eyes at my eagerness. He rubs the head of his cock through my folds, our mixed breaths and the squelching of my pussy filling the moment. My panting turns into soft begging, my hips lifting more in a pathetic attempt to be filled.

"Please, please, please," comes my voice, delirious in my need as the desire fills my body with so much heat that I feel on fire with lust.

"Good girl," his voice rumbles against my lips before he kisses me, swallowing my cries as he plunges every inch deep inside my tight walls. The burn of him stretching me wide has my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I messily return his kiss, drool running down my chin from our erratic kissing.

His pace is brutal, bruising, damning. He slams inside me forcefully with each thrust almost as if trying to shape me, ruin me, break me to only ever want, need his cock. His groans mingle with my cries as our tongues twine and crash together to the insane pace of his thrusts.

He takes me with a primal possession, ramming so deep I feel him in my stomach. The pain mixes with the pleasure, fanning the flames that threaten to consume me. Harder and faster, he lays claim to me, and I find myself struggling against the rope that holds me compliant as I try to escape the intensity.

A fuzzy feeling fills my brain as stars dance across my vision, the pleasure altering my very being as I feel my whole body clenching, spiraling. My hips arch into him, trying to meet every thrust as much as possible to push him in deep. He swallows my keening with every kiss as my pussy spasms, gripping so tightly at his cock that he bottoms out so forcefully the bed quakes with the force.

My whole body lurches with my release, hips shaking with the force of my orgasm as I unravel around his cock. He murmurs sweet praise against my lips as I feel rope after rope of hot cum throbbing deep inside my core until it overflows, making a mess of me.

He shifts, and I feel my arms and legs fall limply around me. The fuzzy feeling doesn't dissipate as he rocks into me again, slower this time, building in tempo, fucking his cum deeper. Incoherent mumblings leave me as my arms and legs wrap around him, clinging to him in an attempt to survive as the primality of our fucking breaks me, shapes me into something new.

"That's a good fucking girl," he murmurs against my throat, leaving marks along the pale expanse of flesh as his thrusts increase in frenzy, harder than before.

-now-

"W-wait," I whimper as I try to slow him down as he pulls me onto his lap, lining up his cock with my entrance.

"No, I warned you," his voice is strained as he pushes up into me, yanking me down hard onto his cock, "Fuuuuuck, baby."

I feel the tip of his cock press deep inside of me, right against my cervix as the veins along his cock rub my gummy insides, and I moan loudly as I fall forward onto his chest, "It's too much..."

His hand wraps around my throat, tight in his grip as he pushes me back into a sitting position as he begins thrusting up into me. My own hands grab at his arm, partially for leverage and also to keep his pressure on my throat as he barrels into me. Slowly, my hips begin moving against his, meeting his thrusts as I begin riding his cock.

He groans a bit as he watches the way my pussy swallows his cock, his grip on my throat tightening as he feels my pussy tighten in response. An incoherent cry is ripped from my throat as the intense thrusting and pressure hit a spot that has my already blurred vision turning white as I feel my pussy spasm around his length, coating it in my own cum as I whimper and beg him incessantly.

Tired of my erratic pace, he flips us over to where I'm pinned beneath him by my throat. The pressure on my throat increases as he squeezes, using me to get himself off now that I'd cum. I become a keening mess as I cling to him, lifting my hips to push his thrusts deeper as his cock rams as deep into me as possible, sending me crashing over the edge again as he bottoms out and growls a bit as he pumps me full of his cum.

I'm outside doing yardwork around sunset time, planting flowers and all that when suddenly I feel this presence behind me, and I try not to seem alarmed. My hands move slower and I casually get up, trying not to alert whoever it is behind me. I act normal as I head to the backyard, attempting to get out of sight before I take off...

As soon as I'm around the corner of the house, my feet pick up in speed but so does the crunch of gravel behind me. My breath comes out in pants as my lungs work overtime to carry me to the backdoor, except just as I'm a foot or two away, something hard slams into me from behind.

The smell of grass and dirt overwhelms me as the prickle of the gravel and sticks below me dig into my skin. "Did you really think running would save you, little germ?" the rough voice grits out from atop of me, putting all his weight on me. Finally, my mind kicks in and I struggle, grabbing at dirt in an attempt to get away before a hand around my throat makes me freeze.

"Now, now, hold still, I don't want to hurt you.." he whispers again as he begins forcing my shorts down over the curve of my ass, baring myself to him as he hurriedly pulls his length out and presses into me. It hurts, it burns as he forces himself inside me. I bite my lip, now grabbing at the dirt for an entirely different reason. It feels as if I'm gonna break until he bottoms out and my wetness begins to coat him, embarrassment burning in my throat at how good it feels.

"Tha-that is such a good... girl.." he murmurs as he begins to thrust, grabbing hold of my hands to hold them and me in place. Every thrust is like a hot knife slicing through my core, the pleasure and pain mixing into a violent pace which shakes out the whimpers and moans I'm so desperately trying to hold back. "p-please.... i... ca-can't... s-stop..." I manage to gasp out, tears streaming down my face, mingling with the dirt as I attempt to throw my head back and catch him off guard.

"Shh... you're taking me so well..." he grunts, picking up the pace as loud squelching sounds echo through my yard, evidence of how much I'm enjoying this despite the brutality of the situation. I shake my head back and forth, almost in denial as the blunt tip of his cock brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside and I see stars dancing across my vision as my pussy clenches tight. I struggle with renewed vigor against him, trying to get my hands free, to push him off. I couldn't cum, I just couldn't, there was no way...

Suddenly, he shifts and I feel some of the pressure dissipate, the thrusting stopping, and I find myself whining despite myself as my hips wriggle of their own accord for friction. A chuckle breaks through my needy haze as he yanks my hands behind my back then let his other hand hold me from behind by my throat, effectively arching me against him before starting his unrelenting pace again.

I squeak in surprise as the new angle presses right where I need him to. "There we go," he growls, panting a bit as his nips at my jaw. Harder, faster, I can barely breathe between the thrusts and my cries and begging. Then my whole body trembles as his thrust presses right against my cervix, sending me over the edge as I cum hard.

"Fuck..." he groans loud as my pussy clenches hard around every inch of his cock, milking at him. He thrusts as hard and as deep as he can go, pushing me back down into the ground before I feel hot ropes of cum filling me to the brim. I lay there in shock and numb, my body jello as he pulls out and leaves me there, leaking his cum.