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I cringed away when the captain’s unwanted load burst. His semen reminded me of warm pus oozing out an open wound - like a blister being popped into my open mouth.
His thumb was wedged aggressively between my molars, and I wanted to spit it right back onto his shoe or momma bird it to him; make him endure what he just did to me. But instead, he plugged my nose and clamped his thick fingers over my mouth and anchored me to my knees.
My face started to purple and my eyes grew wide until I couldn’t take it. I swallowed and the captain released me, laughing so hard I was worried he would piss on me.
I sputtered and coughed and clung to his legs because his grip was still forcing me to kneel. I must have looked like I was groveling. In a sane man, perhaps this would’ve elicited some sympathy. But instead, he simply jeered at me and shoved me harshly to my back. I made a desperate move to scramble away but he pressed a firm boot to my chest, threatening to stomp.
One right placed stomp and my ribs would crack. The delicate egg yolk of my insides would break and seep onto his shoe.
I wanted to say that he shouldn’t get himself dirty with my guts when he leaned down over my face and, for extra measure, spat right on it.
“You’re disgusting, mutt.” He snarled and I shouldn’t have been shocked by the sheer malice in his voice but I was. What had I ever done to deserve this kind of treatment? How could he possibly rationalize such brutality?
“Have anything to say?” Now Levi’s voice took on a mockingly sweet cadence.
“Yeah.” I tried to sound tough but my voice came out hoarse and weak.
“What’s that?” He didn’t look amused.
“Your jizz tastes like pus.” I attempted a vicious smile like his. He remained unfazed.
“Yeah? How about you drink some more.” Quick as a whip, he dropped his knees onto my shoulders, pinning me down so hard my shoulders immediately felt an ache.
I thrashed and kicked and tried to bite but he was already shoving his now limp cock down my gullet. I gagged and felt my eyes roll back into my head. I wanted to throw up but I couldn’t even retch properly. He grabbed the back of my head and started vigorously thrusting his soft penis into my skull.
“The better you do, the sooner this’ll be over. So making me cum should be your number one priority, little bitch.”
I tried to hollow my cheeks and rub my tongue along the bottom length, but he was being too rough for me to concentrate on anything other than taking the abuse.
As it got harder and harder to breathe, I tried to relax my throat and take quick breaths through my nose but his pace was impressive. He pistoned his hips like his life depended on it. Then his breathing got labored and he held my nose flat to his body and spasmed another hot stream down my throat. And I was drowning.
I clawed at him and shook my head, trying viciously to get away. As my vision filled with white specs I wondered, is this the worst possible way to die? Oh god, is this how I’m going to die?
Finally, he released me. “You’re lucky. Next time, I’ll get the commander to force your head back and forth on me so I don’t have to do all the fucking work. I’m sure he’ll be rougher than I was. Maybe I could even get him to rough your ass up. Rumor has it his cock is as big as a man's forearm.”
I tried my best to mask the terror coursing through my veins. I must’ve done a piss-poor job of it though because his smile widened and he called out, loud as a sailor, “Hey, Commander!”
“What is it?” Commander Erwin cracked the door open.
“Seems like there’s a brat who won’t be beaten down. I’ve done what I can but the lesson just doesn’t seem to be sticking. Think you can help me?”