Suddenly, Holly felt pressure on her shoulders and chest; so heavy…making it hard for her to breathe. Recovering from his sexual conquest, the darkened shadowy figure had slithered up her torso, repositioning himself for what he had planned next. Trent was now straddling Holly; his naked ass resting on her chest…one knee on each side of her head, limiting her movement even further. The pressure made it hard for Holly to breathe let alone speak. “T-t-t-treennnttt, w-h-haatt a-a-r-ree y-o-ouu d…d.do..?” The last words were literally caught; choked in Holly’s mouth as she felt Trent ramming his softening manhood into her open mouth.
“Bitch if you bite me, I’ll kill you!” he hissed, as he began to slowly and rhythmically push his cock further into Holly’s mouth.
Holly gagged; the taste of residual semen and the leavings from her own feminine secretions co-mixing with errant traces of rancid blood still left on her palette. She pulled against the restraints, wishing she could free herself and fight to get Trent off and out of her.
Finding a new surge of masculine desire, Trent grabbed Holly by the back of the head, forcing her to participate in the oral molestation he now delivered without repentance. Holly wanted to fight against this new assault. She wanted so desperately to bite down on his dick, delivering the same painful blow to his manhood as she had to his hand. But she didn’t... Holly believed Trent when he said if she did, he would kill her. He had gone this far, done this much… would killing her really be so far-fetched? Holly didn’t think so. Instead, Holly tried everything in her power to distance herself from the situation…trying to separate her mind from her body… allowing her mind to drift to a different place…no place in particular. It didn’t matter as long as there was no Trent there.
Trent was oblivious to Holly’s mental disengagement. At the moment, he could care less whether the bitch was mentally there or not. He knew he had already broken her spirit. Holly’s body was there… that’s all that mattered to Trent as again he worked himself up to the pinnacle of climax; ejaculating his demonic seed deep into the back of Holly’s forced-open oral cavity.
As Trent removed his emptied vessel from Holly’s mouth, the thick sticky liquid squirted into the back of her throat broke the self-induced trance Holly had been in. Gagging and coughing, Holly tried to expel Trent’s hot liquid remains from her throat and mouth, but Trent was still holding the back of Holly’s head. She tried to move her head to the side in hope that some of Trent’s remains would fall from her lips. But his knees still held Holly captive. She couldn’t turn to the left or to the right. It became harder and harder to keep herself from swallowing his foulness. Holly puffed out her cheeks, trying to hold her breath; trying everything she knew to block her throats passage.
“Swallow bitch… and don’t waste one precious drop.”
Holly resisted. With the little leeway she could muster, she shook her head back and forth indicating a non-verbal ‘no,’ the thought of ‘no’ screaming in her head.
“I said swallow bitch…” Trent hatefully whispered, placing his wounded hand over Holly’s nose, compressing her cheeks and forcing her to swallow in order to breathe.
Holly held out as long as she could; resisting her body’s increasing demand for oxygen, almost to the point of passing out. The power in the situation made evident, Holly swallowed out of sheer necessity, Trent’s bitter leavings slowly descending down her throat into her belly.
Satisfied, Trent climbed off Holly, leaving her half naked body limply splayed across the mattress. Holly was quiet, no longer pulling against her restraints. Holly had so little fight left. She no longer prayed to be saved. Now Holly just waited to see what unspeakable thing Trent would do next.