FUCKED (Under 500)
Trying out this new thing, seeing if I can pull off telling an (in)decent fucktale in under 500 words. Whaddya think?
“Don’t move. Don’t fucking move. if you move and you make me come right now I swear to god you’ll make me very angry and I don’t think you want that.” I could hardly breathe as his belt, looped once around my throat buckle cutting into my shoulder pulled tight under my back tail gripped firmly in his hand growing tighter incrementally slowly becoming the focus of my attention as I focused on not moving which was hard. It was hard because his full weight was on me and when he wasn’t threatening me with effulgent glistening stepping-razor violence he was biting me really hard and it isn’t all that easy to focus on not moving about when someone is biting you. Really hard. And their belt is slowly and, with the inexorable force of a constrictor thoughtfully relieving a rabbit of its life, relieving you of your senses. “I wonder.” some slowly fading rational part of my mind mulled “I wonder if this is what it is like when an animal is killed in order that another animal may have a meal.” And then I felt comforted because I was absolutely at peace in that moment as the belt tightened another centimetre around my neck and his cock reasserted its domain over my cunt and his breath crawled into my ear right before the darkest words I could imagine dark not only because they echoed my invisibly screamed thoughts but dark because I wondered whether or not it were true that he might “Keep pulling on this belt and see how long it takes for you to go…” and I knew that I wouldn’t fight him. My head turned slightly towards his and his cheek grazed my cheek as I winced, stubble so rough on my skin I wondered if I would have angry red abrasions to match the marks that the belt would surely leave on my neck and I wondered if even this small movement was going to violate the injunction against movement as he punched my shocked cunt again with his cock and I held my breath my eye traveling upwards to meet the one of his I could see and I knew in that moment that yes, he could if he wanted to he could finish me and this moment and I would not struggle at all and this moved me so deeply I started to cry. One tear so hot it lit up the nerve-endings in my skin and coursed down my cheek and into my ear where it tickled mercilessly. And another tear, and another, yet I remain unmoving and silent I looked back at this creature this. Man. who was inside and all over all over me and cried and waited and his eye coldly observed my tears as his stare went absolutely blank and he bared his teeth and he pulled the belt even tighter and came and roared and barked and growled and fucked the rest of me away.
Powerful. Simply powerful. Mwah!
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Comment by NookieNotes — October 28, 2008 @ 3:03 pm
Just when I think your writing can’t get any better. I’m sitting here in my cubicle at work coming and hoping to hell nobody walks by.
Thank you, my amazing friend.
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Comment by Earline — October 28, 2008 @ 3:55 pm
….so, you think it is a GOOD idea, yeah?
Yaaaaaay!!!
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Comment by mollena — October 28, 2008 @ 3:58 pm
Love it. Really stream-of-consciousness that pulls the reader in and won’t let you go. Very emotive as well. Oh and hot! SSSSS
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Comment by dominadoll — October 28, 2008 @ 6:42 pm
Wow. Please excuse me while I go play with myself…
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Comment by Laurie — February 11, 2010 @ 9:59 pm
What a wonderfully intense eruption of imagery. I could feel myself not breathing as I read it. Thanks for posting it.
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Pingback by The Perverted Negress » Mo’s Twitter Natterings: 2011-05-26 — May 26, 2011 @ 8:01 am
Fucking. Delicious.
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Comment by Sybil — May 28, 2011 @ 6:32 pm
This is amazing. My hands are shaking, cunt throbbing, and I can hardly breathe. What a deliciously terrifying image you’ve burned into my brain…
WinsomeGypsy´s most recent [type] moment of Zen on the net was…Toys, Toys, Toys!
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Comment by WinsomeGypsy — October 18, 2011 @ 9:14 am