#black square

The Officer took a sip of his Whiskey, watching the screen that showed your terrified form. He was taking an interest in you and called for a manager. “This one. Bring her to me.” 

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You munched on your food, terrified and shaking after surviving hide and seek. Even though you were given hints about the coming games from one of the higher ups behind the games, you couldn’t bear the violence going on. It was almost time for lights when square manager came to you.  

“You. Follow me.” He simply said and you slowly got up, glancing around as you followed him out of the hall and into an elevator where he pressed the button for the last level.  

When the elevator arrived and the doors opened you were met with a sleek and luxurious looking living quarters, you couldn't oversee the couch and huge screen with someone sitting there. 

“Get in.” the Manager demanded. You obeyed reluctantly and as soon as you were out of the elevator the doors closed, and you were left alone with whoever was with you. 

You just stood there, fidgeting with your fingers, seeing the person stand up and slowly making his way towards you. He had the outfit of a square manager but the suit was black so he must be one of the higher ups. “Stay away from me.” You stammered. 

He chuckled, pulling off his hood and slipping his mask off before dropping it onto the ground. “You can’t get away.” He gestured behind you with a smug grin. Each step you took back, he took one towards you until you were backed against the elevator behind you. “Why did you bring me here?” You gulped, watching as he now stood in front of you and leaned down to your level. 

The Officer gripped your chin, holding you in place as the other reached into his pocked, pulling out a small knife. “Because I like you.” He brought the knife to your cheek, dragging it downward but not breaking skin, the contact with the blade made you shiver in fear, but he held you in place. “You’re so easy to scare.” He grinned. 

You tried yanking your head free, but it earned more tightening from him. “Please-...” You gasped, your voice trembling with fear. 

His expression hardened. “Please what?” He challenged, knowing you’re just desperate to escape but he wouldn’t let that happen. “Let you go?” 

Suddenly his hand reached for your collar and with ease he threw you past him and you fell onto the ground but softened yourself with your hands. The Officer slowly sauntered to you. “You’re not getting out.” He rasped. “You’re nothing but a scared little thing.” As you tried crawling away, he grabbed your ankle, pulling you back with ease and kneeled next to you. “Do I scare you so much, huh?” He snorted, supporting himself with his arm on his knee as he took in your scared features. 

You nodded in fear in which he reacted at with a swipe of his tongue across his lower lip, then tilted his head to the side slightly. “You look like you’ve seen a monster.” He said amused. 

You tried playing bold. “You’re the monster.” 

The Officer laughed. “Oh am I?” He looked away for a second before back at you and shrugged. “You’re right but I’m willing to let you live... under different circumstances. Let’s say a little more permanent.”

Your eyes widened in fear. “No no no, please!” You begged, but he paid no attention to it, he simply watched you. 

“You know,” he sighed, slowly straightening up and looking down at you like a predator about to pounce. “Maybe you’ll come to like it.” He grabbed your arm, pulling you up effortlessly, and brought you to the couch, sitting you down and kneeling in front of you. He pushed you back against the couch and placed his hands on your thighs. 

“Maybe,” His hands went up to the waistband of your green joggings, “you just need a little,” he pulled down your pants along with your panties then slipped your shoes off and removed your pants and panties, “a little conviction?” He looked into your eyes, then his gaze snapped onto your bare pussy. “I know exactly how.” There was a faint smirk on his lips before he pushed your thighs apart, holding them spread firmly and dived down between your legs. 

You tried pulling away, but he was too strong. “Yeah, keep struggling. Makes it sweeter.” He spared no time, giving your folds a lick that made you moan but you grabbed onto his hair and tried pulling him off. He didn’t budge, perhaps didn’t even care as you tried ripping him off you, instead he pressed his lips against you and sucked. 

It caught you off guard and sudden pleasure passed through you, you could feel yourself surrender to him and getting wetter, which he slurped up with greed and you didn’t feel the need to fight him anymore, instead your hands in his hair pulled him closer, wanting more of what he’s giving you. 

“That’s it.” He murmured against you, giving you a flick of his tongue before he slipped it inside you, causing you to moan but you tried stifling it with your hand. 

His tongue dwelled as deep as it could go into your cunt, and he groaned against you which the vibrations made your pussy coat his tongue in your juices from the stimulations it delivered. “You’re so fucking sensitive.” He murmured against you, bringing up a hand to rub your clit in time with his mouthy work. 

You had to bite your lip, the pleasure was too much for you, but he was merciless, he put pressure on your clit and intensified his slurping. He noticed you trembling and your breathing getting heavier. “Wanna cum?” 

Nodding was the only logical thing you could do with your mind fogged up in pleasure. “Yes, yes, please let me!” 

He didn’t say anything else, he kept going until he felt your pussy squirt over his mouth and tongue. He slurped up any remains and pulled away with a satisfied grunt and sitting back on his heels. 

The Officer was panting slightly, he raised an eyebrow at you. “Do we understand each other now?” His expression was one of as if he didn’t just slurp your pussy into submission. 

You, completely out of breath from your intense orgasm and panting leaned back against the couch, exhausted. “Y-yes...”

The Officer smirked. “That’s my good girl. I knew you were a good one to keep for myself.”