Thread: Scarlett's Biggest Fan (DeRe x glasspearls)

Hearing Chase's commands to swallow with his hand still tangled in her hair, Scarlett knew she wasn't in a position to barter. With her toes curling under and her fingers clenched, Scarlett guzzled down the cum that spilled down her throat in high volumes. Her eyes flared at him as his cock impaled her face. The need for air consumed her thoughts more than the disgust at the taste of his hot semen. When he pulled out Scarlett gasped for breath but the balmy LA air provided no relief. A small whimper emitted from her as her neck fell limply over the trunk, exhausted from the experience. For a brief moment Scarlett shut her eyes, trying to imagine anything else but the horror she was living. She revelled in the sanctity of the darkness she created before opening her eyes and craning her neck to find the man's figure, choosing to be prepared for his next move rather than blind sighted. Catching sight of him disappearing into the garage, Scarlett inched forward out of the back of the trunk, spitting the remaining taste of his cum out. Coughing and spluttering, she tried to expel his seed from her mouth as best she could. Though when she heard him return she shut her mouth out of fear. With one of her bounds removed and her body dragged and catching on each spiky gravel, Scarlett looked up at her abductor and saw his veins and muscles protruding against his almost translucent skin. The look on his face depicted a kind of determination and experience she had never encountered before, as Scarlett had the chilling fear this was not the first time he had done this. Her suspicions were confirmed as she was pulled into the dungeon and tossed like trash onto a mattress. The concrete walls permitted no heat to enter, and Scarlett's eyes wandered in disgust over the miscellaneous stains which soiled the mattress. Scarlett's eyes were preoccupied staring at the devices around the room, contraptions of every size and shape littering the walls. It was like a sick man's toy store. Scarlett couldn't be silent any longer. You made a huge mistake taking me, you filthy man. Scarlett hissed furiously, her fear and distress resulting in anger. The second I don't show up for an event all of LA will be crawling with reporters. Her voice faltered in nerves, as the raspiness inherent in her voice mixed with an uneasy sense of desperation. The threat was more like a guess of who would be looking for her. Strewn across the mattress, Scarlett's body paralleled the alluring nude billboard sitting atop the Californian highway. Though now Scarlett laid in the pose not out of choice but out of compulsion, her wrists and feet bound tightly. Her silken blonde curls were rustled out of their up-do, hints at their previous perfection still evident in the manufactured curls. Her ivory skin which had glowed unmarked and pristine displayed red marks from distress as her infamous breasts heaved in mounds crushed against the mattress. The merlot dress was unrecognizable as it clung to her hips and the curve of her ass, the bodice hanging off like a stream of spilled wine. Scarlett's face looked like a weathered version of the billboard, the beauty underneath covered with black tear stains and damp cum spilling over the corners of her lips, the diamonds on her necklace having absorbed the rest of the dribbled cum. How quickly the goddess had fallen through to hell.