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Prologue
I never imagined waking up naked in the back seat of a 2006 Mercedes CL 500, but I knew if hell felt like that, I was going to say my prayers every night if I made it home. I couldn't tell if tears or blood trickled from the corners of my eyes—the familiar taste of iron teasing the tip of my tongue quickly answered that question. Slowly, I gained consciousness. The harsh, fluorescent glare of an overhead light peeked beneath my blindfold. My wrists and ankles were bound, and the twine was a python biting into my flesh. I shifted my right hip to lie on my side, giving my leather-burned dick some relief. Funny that at that very moment, I pictured Constance wrapping her thick lips around it to cool me off—she was the same bitch who had landed me in the back seat. The searing gashes in the back of my head began to throb again, and I blacked out.
Connie stood in front of me. The room we were in was seemingly one big shadow. A spotlight shone down upon her from someplace I couldn't detect. Her entire body was laden with metallic green scales—she resembled a snake with full breasts, hips, and lips. Connie flicked her forked tongue out at me, and I winced. I was still bound by ropes, but to a chair this time.A cool draft caressed my groin, and I realized I wore nothing from the waist down. My dick hung limply but began to harden as the light pursued her naked body down to the black marble floor. She slithered towards me, and before I could blink, she was in between my legs. Connie hissed and her jaws snapped open, revealing two very long and sharp fangs. I closed my eyes, sensing that she was going to clamp her lips around my dick—I knew it would be the most immense pain I could ever fathom.
It turned out to be the complete opposite. When I opened my eyes again, this beautiful, bronze goddess appeared before me with tendrils that twisted down her back like vines. She was on her knees with her legs spread apart, pleasuring herself with nimble fingers. Greedily, her tongue lathered the shaft of my dick. I looked down in search of a thick coating of saliva, but only golden syrup dripped from her lips. It made me want her more. I noticed the same ambrosia running down either of her legs, pooling on the floor. She took note of my interest, stood up, and walked behind me.
Her breasts rested on my back as she leaned down to untie me. I rubbed my sore wrists, and my mouth watered in anticipation as she lay down on the floor in front of me. Her secretions became a golden river that ran the length of the marble floor. It rushed over her entire body, and every now and then, I caught a glimpse of her dark, taut nipples below the currents. She opened her legs for me, and the river split apart—now, it ran on both sides of her. Her body quivered, openly vulnerable. I knelt down between her thighs and inserted two fingers inside of her molten pussy. Her moans sounded like keys on a piano.
I wanted to hear more—I wanted to hear an entire song. I took my other hand and thumbed her clit. Her ass lifted all the way off the floor until it seemed like she was floating. She rode my hand. I quickly removed my fingers from her throbbing pussy, and she whimpered for the return of my languid touch. I plunged my hand into my mouth and savored the rich taste of molasses. Before she had the chance to exhale, I hungered for it again. I ran the tip of my tongue from the bottom to the top of one of her pussy lips. I did the same to the other and teased her clit with my tongue in a rapid, circular motion.
Her body jerked when I wrapped my lips around the firm nub and sucked. I blew on her damp vulva and gave it a French kiss. Connie began to twitch uncontrollably.
She came in my mouth until my teeth ached from the sweetness, and I dribbled down my chin. I gave her tiny pecks all the way up her body. I nibbled on one of her nipples while I massaged the other with my thumb and forefinger. I continued the trail with my lips until I found hers and slowly slipped my tongue inside her mouth. She kissed me back with fervor and explored every curve of my lips, loving the taste that belonged to her. I gripped her hair with one hand while I guided my dick inside of her with the other.
I moaned when I felt the wet heat at the beginning of her canal. One inch. Two inches. Her pussy tightened around my dick as I filled her gently and deliberately. Connie's moans found a subtle harmony with my own. She opened her legs wider until she was doing a full split on her back. That drove me wild. I slipped my hands underneath her ass and did away with being gentle. I began to pound her pussy until my balls slapped against her ass cheeks. Connie's screams brought me to another place.
I was back in my room in my parent's New Jersey apartment. The muffled noises had awakened me. I was a nine-year-old kid in blue pajamas with little footballs covering them. I wiped the crust out of my eyes and climbed out of bed—I had peed through my sheets again, and my dad was going to be mad. I quietly tiptoed down the hall as the noises grew louder. My parent's door was slightly ajar, and I could see my mother on all fours while my dad hovered over her backside. They were both naked. I had overheard some of the kids at school talking about "doing it," but that was the only time I had caught my parents. My mother was crying, and I wasn't sure if he was supposed to be hurting her.
"You can't fuck no more either?" he snarled, and pushed her aside. The room reeked of alcohol. My mom fell on her face, and her sobs deepened.
"I'm trying, Tommy—it s . . . seems like I can't do anything to . . . to please you!"
"Are you saying this is my fault? Well, it's not my fault you can't fuck, you fucking prude! All you wanna do is lie on your back like a dead body! Do I need to find another broad that'll let me stick it up her ass?"
"You bastard!" she shouted, and began to pound on his chest. My dad shoved her back down and slapped her across the face. He held her down on the bed by the neck and slapped her relentlessly until I thought her head would fly off. My feet were glued to the carpet.
"Don't you ever fucking touch me, bitch!" He began to shake her instead. "I'm gonna teach you to respect me!" He pulled her off the bed by her hair, and her body slammed against the floor with a nauseating thud. Dad rummaged through one of his drawers like a mad man and threw inanimate objects across the room. When he found the belt he was looking for, he snapped it tautly between his hands and turned to face her.
The belt buckle glinted in the light that came through the blinds. He looped the belt, held it above his head, and brought it down across her naked shins. Ma screamed and dragged herself across the coarse carpet to escape him. He moved towards her and struck her again. He continued to hit her until welts formed along her legs, and they began to bleed. Dad threw the belt down on the floor and grabbed a wine bottle off the nightstand. He poured the alcohol into her bloody sores, and she squealed like she was dying. I covered my ears and backed away from the door.
Tears ran down my face as I cowered in the hallway. I brought my knees to my chin and prayed to God that he would stop. The screams continued until I went deaf, and my ears began to ring.
The screams were suddenly my own. I was conscious again, all thanks to my brief nightmare. I waited for the men to come back and kill me . . .
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