You Are My Everything

Nicole’s trapped in a cage inside Tommy’s filthy trailer. He swears she asked for it. Swears they’re in love. She knows it’s bullshit, but the cuffs don’t care what she knows. He drags out the day they “met”—her food delivery, the broken-down car that wasn’t broken, the way he pulled her inside and tore her clothes off on the kitchen table. That’s his version. The real one involves his cock shoved down her throat, spit running down her chin, her nipples pinched until she screams around every inch. He bends her over the table, shoves inside her cunt, slaps her face when she doesn’t moan the way he wants. Later she’s tied spread on the mattress. Tommy’s tongue works her ass and cunt like he’s starving. He pushes his big toe in her hole, pulls it out shiny, and makes her lick it clean. Then he’s balls-deep in her pussy, choking her, pulling her hair until her scalp burns. He sits on her face, grinds his asshole over her tongue, keeps her smothered until her legs shake. Next he tries to shove his whole fist up her ass. Doesn’t fit. He throws a fit, slaps her, then slams back in with his cock instead, pounding until the ring stretches. Second try the fist goes in to the wrist; Tommy grins like he won the lottery. He works the hole open, wrist twisting, watching the gape pulse. When he’s finally satisfied he slicks his cock and drives straight back into her ruined ass, fucking her until he paints her insides white. Nicole’s shaking, leaking, still cuffed. Tommy pets her hair and whispers they’ll be together forever. She doesn’t bother answering.