Unacceptable Truth
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,393
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Unacceptable Truth
I own this story but ain't making any money out of it
Warning : This is a twisted story, if you know what it means and don't like that stuff, you know what to do...however, I can assure you that these words won't kill you...so it's up to you to give it a try.
It seems so easy. If it's so easy, damnit, why am I crying in secret once he lays next to me ? There I am, once again, trying to muffled my sobs, and dry my tears before he turns toward me. Get away from me, please, I can't take it anymore. But these words never make it out of my mouth, I don't dare face him, talking about my feelings, about the despair that is growing ever so inside my heart. Instead, I play his game. Every fucking day I play it, denying the fact that it is killing something inside me.
- Are you okay ? Elise ?
- Y...yes, of course I am. I Love you. Sorry, I'm just sleepy.
- Alright. Well me too, I've no more energy, it takes a toll out of me everytime I fuck you, but don't take it the wrong way, I enjoy myself everytime.
- Y...yeah, me too.
No, actually it's not true, I hate it, I hate being raped over and over again every damn time you need to empty your fucking cock, everytime time you watch those movies and ask me to simply lay and get my tiny asshole or cunt prepared for you, in case you'd want to pin me hard. That's it, I'm through with this shit. This time, I'm going to look at you straight up in the eyes and tell you how much of a bastard you are. I start moving, boosted by my anger and frustration, my body is making a 90' degree and soon' I'll see you're pretty face, with those huge and innocent eyes watching me, peering inside my soul, but I won't flinced you son of a bitch. Oh yes, you won't believe it. I'll box your ears so hard, until they fall and blood starts splashing all over the pillow.
- Oh, I see you want more isn't it ? The young man exclaimed
- I...what ?
What's going on ? This isn't suppose to happen that way. Where is the yelling ? Where did my voice go ? Helllooo Elise, just open your mouth for godsakes.
- I love when you look at me with those defiant eyes. You're the cutest of all. Can't you get satisfied at least once ? Of course not.
I can't say anything. I watch, again, helplessly as he approach his hands and grab my shoulders. His claws pierce inside my skin. I can't believe that I once find it so sexy, a man with long nails. I'm so tired, I don't want this, please. I feel him between my naked legs, with one of his foot, he forced them open. I'm trying to resist him, to stop him from invading. Please, stop it, stop it now. Nothing, it's all in my heads, all the complains, the fear, the disgust, it's stays within me. Why ?
- Turn
- No...I,
- Turn, he said, already annoyed by my first refusal
I turn, submissively. Why ? Because I know that if I don't, he will look at me with those eyes, a look filled with deception and something else. What is it again ? But I can't think any further because he just grabbed me strongly and pined my body hard on the mattress.
- Show me
If I don't .... if I don't he...
- What's wrong with you slut ? Put your hands on your ass, and part it wide so I can choose where to fuck you.
I can't move. I'm too tired and I don't want to play that game any longer. Didn't he just say that he was to tired, can't he just fell asleep now ? SLAP ! It hurts. My ass is already aching from what he did to me not more than twenty minutes ago. But here he goes, slapping my bumby butt, and he won't stop until I stupidly submit. But this time, I just can't.
- You know I hate it when you don't obey. You know what will happen and still you act like this, like a stupid spoiled little girl.
Although he says that, I can feel his 8' inchs cock getting harder as he slump on me to whisper in my ear. If it goes on, I will start crying. It never happened before, not it front of him. I'm a strong girl, I don't cry, I always enjoy. I can look scared, that he loves it, but I never let tears shed while he's...taking me. KYAH ! By a strange miracle, my voice is back, full and strong. Well, I guess you can say that this miracle is actually his hard cock slidding inside, no, not my pussy of course not, that wouldn't hurt enough. Instead, the pervert directed his cock inside my dry and unprepared asshole. And there goes my voice, vivid. Damn, I'm so loud that I'm giving myself an headache. But why should I care since my ass hurts even more than my head at the moment. So I go on screaming, hating myself for letting him hurt me like this. Asking for anyone to help me. Hoping that it will stop. All you hear are my screams, his moans and the slushy noise of his penis raping my ass.
He puts an hand over my mouth, blocking the noise and my breathing. Huumppfff myhummpppff nose hummpffff. I can't breath, and my head starts to feel so light. I'm scared, I'm going to break, if I don't die first. Tears starts streaming on my cheeks but he cannot see them,
- Aaaaaaah.
A low and profound groan escape his lusty lips. If only he could cum, if only...I'm so sleepy, I can't....Yan...I can't...I don't want to die, please, don't hurt me, please don't rape me, please forgive me, I should have said yes from the.... GASP ! Air, I'm alive...he took his hand off. I'm still crying. He changes his position and dig his nails once again deep inside my skin, holding me tight as he thrusts in restlessly.
- Don't move bitch. Aaaaah, YES, fucking slut.
How long have we been together ? Looks like the pain is more bearable now. Stupid endorphine. Two years now ? I've always been his bitch or his slut, or his sex slave, or his cumbag, or his... STOP, OH PLEASE STOP ! I scream loudly. With the pain growing less and less, I wasn't moving enough to his liking. Fortunately, he knows how to trigger it back so that I can plead to him. His teeth are lascering my shoulder. I kick his butt with my feet and try to get myself free from his grasp. I'm getting enraged, berserk, like a wild animal, I trash and I bite as well. One of his hand lays next to me and I bite in it, as strong as I can. That gets me a brutal slaming at the back of my head and once again, I can't breath. Stupid mattress. At least, if I was on the floor I wouldn't have my nose and mouth buried.
- I'm coming
Finally. I try to bring one of my hands to my face to dry out the tears. He's already gotten softer. I make it just in time as he pull on my side to see my face. I'm smiling.
- That's good.
I fight not to roll on my side, not to avoid his glare and to look as if I'm the happiest wife in the whole universe and beyond. It works, like always. He seems satisfied and lay next to me, panting feriously. Once his excitement goes down, he falls asleep. Sometimes he snores, but tonight, he's silent. No kisses, no caress, no "Good night love", no " Thank you for offering yourself to me " All this is taken for granted and me, the little shithead that I am, I know that I'm the only one to blame for all of this. I shy away, I run away from my feelings. The worse, is that, I enjoy it. I enjoy being used like this. I need it. I can hear myself begging for it oftenly. Why ? Tears are back.
I'm so scared, of myself.
Warning : This is a twisted story, if you know what it means and don't like that stuff, you know what to do...however, I can assure you that these words won't kill you...so it's up to you to give it a try.
It seems so easy. If it's so easy, damnit, why am I crying in secret once he lays next to me ? There I am, once again, trying to muffled my sobs, and dry my tears before he turns toward me. Get away from me, please, I can't take it anymore. But these words never make it out of my mouth, I don't dare face him, talking about my feelings, about the despair that is growing ever so inside my heart. Instead, I play his game. Every fucking day I play it, denying the fact that it is killing something inside me.
- Are you okay ? Elise ?
- Y...yes, of course I am. I Love you. Sorry, I'm just sleepy.
- Alright. Well me too, I've no more energy, it takes a toll out of me everytime I fuck you, but don't take it the wrong way, I enjoy myself everytime.
- Y...yeah, me too.
No, actually it's not true, I hate it, I hate being raped over and over again every damn time you need to empty your fucking cock, everytime time you watch those movies and ask me to simply lay and get my tiny asshole or cunt prepared for you, in case you'd want to pin me hard. That's it, I'm through with this shit. This time, I'm going to look at you straight up in the eyes and tell you how much of a bastard you are. I start moving, boosted by my anger and frustration, my body is making a 90' degree and soon' I'll see you're pretty face, with those huge and innocent eyes watching me, peering inside my soul, but I won't flinced you son of a bitch. Oh yes, you won't believe it. I'll box your ears so hard, until they fall and blood starts splashing all over the pillow.
- Oh, I see you want more isn't it ? The young man exclaimed
- I...what ?
What's going on ? This isn't suppose to happen that way. Where is the yelling ? Where did my voice go ? Helllooo Elise, just open your mouth for godsakes.
- I love when you look at me with those defiant eyes. You're the cutest of all. Can't you get satisfied at least once ? Of course not.
I can't say anything. I watch, again, helplessly as he approach his hands and grab my shoulders. His claws pierce inside my skin. I can't believe that I once find it so sexy, a man with long nails. I'm so tired, I don't want this, please. I feel him between my naked legs, with one of his foot, he forced them open. I'm trying to resist him, to stop him from invading. Please, stop it, stop it now. Nothing, it's all in my heads, all the complains, the fear, the disgust, it's stays within me. Why ?
- Turn
- No...I,
- Turn, he said, already annoyed by my first refusal
I turn, submissively. Why ? Because I know that if I don't, he will look at me with those eyes, a look filled with deception and something else. What is it again ? But I can't think any further because he just grabbed me strongly and pined my body hard on the mattress.
- Show me
If I don't .... if I don't he...
- What's wrong with you slut ? Put your hands on your ass, and part it wide so I can choose where to fuck you.
I can't move. I'm too tired and I don't want to play that game any longer. Didn't he just say that he was to tired, can't he just fell asleep now ? SLAP ! It hurts. My ass is already aching from what he did to me not more than twenty minutes ago. But here he goes, slapping my bumby butt, and he won't stop until I stupidly submit. But this time, I just can't.
- You know I hate it when you don't obey. You know what will happen and still you act like this, like a stupid spoiled little girl.
Although he says that, I can feel his 8' inchs cock getting harder as he slump on me to whisper in my ear. If it goes on, I will start crying. It never happened before, not it front of him. I'm a strong girl, I don't cry, I always enjoy. I can look scared, that he loves it, but I never let tears shed while he's...taking me. KYAH ! By a strange miracle, my voice is back, full and strong. Well, I guess you can say that this miracle is actually his hard cock slidding inside, no, not my pussy of course not, that wouldn't hurt enough. Instead, the pervert directed his cock inside my dry and unprepared asshole. And there goes my voice, vivid. Damn, I'm so loud that I'm giving myself an headache. But why should I care since my ass hurts even more than my head at the moment. So I go on screaming, hating myself for letting him hurt me like this. Asking for anyone to help me. Hoping that it will stop. All you hear are my screams, his moans and the slushy noise of his penis raping my ass.
He puts an hand over my mouth, blocking the noise and my breathing. Huumppfff myhummpppff nose hummpffff. I can't breath, and my head starts to feel so light. I'm scared, I'm going to break, if I don't die first. Tears starts streaming on my cheeks but he cannot see them,
- Aaaaaaah.
A low and profound groan escape his lusty lips. If only he could cum, if only...I'm so sleepy, I can't....Yan...I can't...I don't want to die, please, don't hurt me, please don't rape me, please forgive me, I should have said yes from the.... GASP ! Air, I'm alive...he took his hand off. I'm still crying. He changes his position and dig his nails once again deep inside my skin, holding me tight as he thrusts in restlessly.
- Don't move bitch. Aaaaah, YES, fucking slut.
How long have we been together ? Looks like the pain is more bearable now. Stupid endorphine. Two years now ? I've always been his bitch or his slut, or his sex slave, or his cumbag, or his... STOP, OH PLEASE STOP ! I scream loudly. With the pain growing less and less, I wasn't moving enough to his liking. Fortunately, he knows how to trigger it back so that I can plead to him. His teeth are lascering my shoulder. I kick his butt with my feet and try to get myself free from his grasp. I'm getting enraged, berserk, like a wild animal, I trash and I bite as well. One of his hand lays next to me and I bite in it, as strong as I can. That gets me a brutal slaming at the back of my head and once again, I can't breath. Stupid mattress. At least, if I was on the floor I wouldn't have my nose and mouth buried.
- I'm coming
Finally. I try to bring one of my hands to my face to dry out the tears. He's already gotten softer. I make it just in time as he pull on my side to see my face. I'm smiling.
- That's good.
I fight not to roll on my side, not to avoid his glare and to look as if I'm the happiest wife in the whole universe and beyond. It works, like always. He seems satisfied and lay next to me, panting feriously. Once his excitement goes down, he falls asleep. Sometimes he snores, but tonight, he's silent. No kisses, no caress, no "Good night love", no " Thank you for offering yourself to me " All this is taken for granted and me, the little shithead that I am, I know that I'm the only one to blame for all of this. I shy away, I run away from my feelings. The worse, is that, I enjoy it. I enjoy being used like this. I need it. I can hear myself begging for it oftenly. Why ? Tears are back.
I'm so scared, of myself.