Thread: Twisted Intention [Antagonist x Ironic]

I only protect and serve those who deserve it It echoed inside of her head, did she not deserve to be saved? At least he still had his job, he could have just lost everything all together. A warm glob of spit slapped her on her right cheek, and it hurt her spirits and pride that is if there was any left from the previous abuse. It trickled down to her jawline, running down on an angle to her chin where it dripped. The smell was rancid and it left her stomach twisting and churning. Ow! Nala would yelp out from the discomfort as her back was rubbing up against the pebbly gravel beneath her, digging into her flesh and leaving new wounds that would ache tremendously. Was he about to beat her with the matte black baton he wielded in his fearsome grip? She could only flinch, waiting for the beating to come, but it was gentle to glide up against the spittle that was left on her skin. It surprised her, but it was quick to assume his libidinous intentions. Please, no! I dont want that in! She shrieked, wiggling around but stopped immediately after sharp pains surged through her petit body. She better be on her best behavior, he was definitely not afraid to use the baton the way it was supposed to be used instead of becoming a sex toy. No Whimpering now, the coldness was pressed up against her trembling thighs. Yes, Rayze was terrifying, but a police office who had so much power against her and could literally do anything without no questions asked Now that was scary. He was correct, she was rather well lubricated from just having been rapped moment before this new encounter. It was fresh, though her thighs were a bit crusty from the sperm and juice that was dried up. Clenching herself to prepare for impact, the too large round tip violated her velvet cunny, forcing her inner canal walls to open and accept this gift that was offered. A pause. Was he having a change of heart? Feeling bad for what he was doing? No. He began to proceed on with his actions, forcefully shoving the baton into her until it met with your cervix, making her wail out in discomfort. So what was I saying?... .. Ah yes.as for your opinions.you can shove them up your ass. Not that place, it wasnt supposed to be used that way! Anything but that, please! It was senseless to try and talk her way out of this mess, but no matter her begs and pleads he would deny her of her wishes. She clenched her ass cheeks with all her might, but rudely he brushed them aside to show her puckered brown hole. It was tight and never used, and she knew this would hurt worse than even the scraps and cuts on her body. This was internal, and it may even cause some damage for being violated in this manner. Swiftly he pressed it in there, and she yelled out, crying for someone to help her, but nothing came out from her parted lips. She wanted to trash, scream, cry, yell but she couldnt. It wasnt possible as of right now. Tears trickled down her face, the pain unbearable, her walls stretching I ways it hasnt before. Stop, please, youre hurting me! She thrashed her head from side-to-side, but the glint of his firearm would catch her eye. He was so preoccupied with her ass, he might not even notice if she took it weapon right then and now? It was worth a shot. Whimpering under her breath, she outstretched her arm, her fingertips lightly brushing on the head of the pistol, but not enough to grip it. Biting her lip in concentration and also in trying to take her mind off from the pain, she would use her fingertips to scoot it closer into reach, and with effort she succeeded, gripping it and hastily hiding it behind her back. Did he notice, catch her in the act? She would wait to use it, now wasnt a good time to her.