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“You keep twitching,” her thick, cold fingers rammed into you, filling your dripping hole with the base of her knuckles. Abby’s deep voice drawled in your ear, mocking you. “Baby…do you need more than just my fingers inside of you?”
Abby knew you couldn’t answer her. She’d ruined any chance you had at forming a coherent thought, let alone words. However, she liked to watch you try anyway.
“Ngh…haah…” You let out noises reminiscent of something, eyes glazed over. Your body was riddled with tremors, oversensitive as you jolted from every thrust of her hands. You didn’t know what to do with the pleasure, losing yourself to the width of her digits pivoting into your sodden folds and yelping as she pressed particularly deep into your sweet spot again.
My mind is going blank… The ecstasy she brought you wasn’t kind. The gangster was never gentle as you thought lovers were supposed to be, despite her claiming that’s what you both were. Whether your body was shuddering from pain or pleasure under her touch…most times you didn’t know. Even now, your skin was battered and bruised with markings of Abby’s own doing. It was red all over, throbbing from harsh choke holds and unyielding grasps, bright with both new and old bite marks. The torment was sweet. It was cruel. It muddled your mind until all you could muster was incoherent sounds of wanting, and she was more than happy to oblige.
“Since you’ve been good…” You gasped as she removed her fingers, soiling your hair with your own taste as she grabbed the back of your head to jerk it down. Your lips brushed against the tip of her strap, and you looked up into Abby’s sinister smile. “I’ll give you what you want. Get it nice and wet for me, baby.”
Clumsily you obeyed, taking her cock into your mouth. She hummed, eyes trained on watching you suck the silicone toy with growing need. The gangster had a strap the size of her fucking ego, and you found yourself already struggling to take it all in before you were halfway down. You tried your best to take it regardless, sloppily drooling over her strap with the messy state you were in. You could feel her grip on your hair slowly tighten, and you cast your gaze up.
You saw the veins on her thick arms protrude as her muscles flexed. A further glance upwards caught her locked jaw. Oh. As you made eye contact with the storm of blue irises above you, you had the quick realization that Abby wasn’t about to be tender with you.
Suddenly, you were choking on her plastic toy as she firmly gripped your head, holding it still as she mercilessly thrust into your mouth. You couldn’t breathe, feeling tears swell up in the corner of your eyes as Abby continuously abused your drooling mouth. Saliva smeared all over the strap and your bruised lips, and Abby loved the sight of it, pushing in just to watch spit drip from your mouth and down her cock. She couldn’t get enough of the tears falling like pearls from your hazy eyes, or the look of your twitching throat as you struggled to breathe. The desperation in those doe eyes made her weak, it drove her mad–and all she could think about was locking you up, breaking you more, making it so that you couldn’t live without her–
“Fuck.” Abby grunted, ramming her strap down to the back of your throat and…keeping you there. You gagged, pushing at her hips in a desperate attempt to let her know you needed air. But she knew that. You knew she knew that. Just as well as you knew how much she loved to make you plead with her. To reduce you to useless pawing and clawing at her hands. To remind you that even now, she held your life in her hands.
Her wicked sneer at your suffering blurred before you blinked your tears away. Those blue eyes took the disoriented, fading gaze you fixed on her down hungrily. The way she massaged your temples with her thumbs as you fought for breath was almost sweet. Almost loving.
Almost.
When she let you go, you violently wrenched away, hacking as you took in much needed oxygen. Abby didn’t wait for you to recover–she never really did anyway–placing her hands on your thighs. Unceremoniously, she spread your legs, exposing your drenched heat. You squeaked, eyes wide as she hooked her arms under your knees, hands gripping your waist. She lifted your hips off the bed, positioning your cunt to take her strap.
“Wai-wait–Abby sto–!” The noise she tore from you was ungodly, a twisted cry into the air as Abby pounded into you. The force of her strength rocked you forward only for her sadistic reign of your hips to drag you back down toward her again, and you sobbed, broken down into constant pleading whimpers.
“D-don’t m-move. Please, I–I can’t…it’s too…!” She drank in the sounds of your distress, a wicked glint in her eyes you could only describe as predatory. Carnal with a lust to swallow you whole. You felt like prey laying down helplessly before her, and Abby's sinister grin as she watched you unravel didn’t help. Neither did her leaning down to bite your tender neck, forcing out a whine of pain. Tears fell as you felt her teeth sink in hard enough to draw blood, staining the sheets with crimson.
“How deep am I?” She nibbled at the curve of your ear, growling out the question. You shivered, flinching as she pressed her hand over your stomach. Your voice was a feeble jumble of words, and she didn’t do much to help, grinding the base of her strap within you. She stared, watching your eyes roll back as you let out a fractured moan. “Tell me.”
You couldn’t. Hell, you could hardly breathe, let alone speak. Instead you wrapped the edge of her fingers around your trembling own, weakly guiding Abby until she could feel the outline of its tip inside of you. She looked down at your hand for a second, before looking back up–meeting your tear soaked face as you finally managed a whisper.
“T-there. It’s so deep, s-so deep Abby I can’t think…” Abby’s jaw locked so fast you could hear it snap, eyes darkening as her grip at your waist tightened. In hindsight, you should have known showing her just how much she’d ruined you would affect her, but it was already too late.
“But if you can speak…” Now, she pulled out with a feverish look in her eyes, tutting softly. She smiled as if your frightened face only turned her on more…you knew you were fucked.
“You can think, can’t you baby?” She drove her thick strap all the way into you again, stretching you out in one fluid motion. You wept, crying out as Abby abused your hole. Your brain felt like it was shut off, and frantically you babbled, begging her to let you go. She merely let out a breathless laugh, thrusting into you as a sheen of sweat glistened over her body.
“God…do you know what goes through my mind when you cry like this?” She snarled as she pounded into you, watching your body quiver and face melt from the mind-numbing pleasure. “Doubt it. If you did…”
Abby wrapped her hand around your neck as she shoved you deeper into the mattress, lips curling as she darkly spoke.
“You’d never cry in front of me again.”
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When you woke up, it was heavy.
Rays of light made you squint, and you frowned, feeling a weight over your body holding you close. Abby had her arm wrapped around you, snoring away. I passed out again, didn’t I? From the way your body throbbed, you guessed you had, frowning as you wiggled out of her grip.
Unlike her, you couldn’t just sleep around all day, you had a legitimate job–
You yelped, crashing to the floor when your legs gave out from under you. Bastard. Why didn’t she go easy on you when she knew you had work today? Why didn’t she care to ever go easy on you? You grumbled as you struggled to rise, legs wobbling. By the time you managed to walk again and get ready, Abby finally woke up, blinking sleepily at you as you straightened up your dress.
“...You’re up early…” You raised an eyebrow at the gangster.
“I have work, Abby.” The woman blinked some more before her lips pressed into a thin line together as she remembered.
“Right…you got the job.” A beat of silence followed. It made the hairs at the back of your neck stand as you tried to look uninterested. She’d let you find your own job this time–outside of tutoring Lev and Yara–and you knew she was itching to know about it. However, to your surprise Abby only let out an annoyed hum, sinking her face deeper into the pillows.
“Well, hope the little shits don’t make you too crazy.” It was your turn to blink back at her, staring before words slipped past your lips.
“That’s…it?” Abby opened her eyes again, and the sleep was gone from them. Shit. You hadn’t meant that.
“N-no I mean–”
“Where is this school?” You jolted from her hardened voice, tastefully hoarser in the morning.
“When do your classes end?” Abby rose, sheets giving way to her bare, tatted, toned body. You flinched, cheeks aflame as she came towards you.
“Uh, um–”
“Who else works with you? What exactly will you be doing with them? How much do you have to interact with them?”
“W-wait–!” You didn’t realize you’d stepped back until your back hit the wall. You swallowed, shrinking into yourself as the gangster placed her arm above your head, looming. It was hard to know where to look–faced with her breasts directly in front of you, and the rest of her muscular body blocking you off from finding a spot to stare at. In the end, you could only focus on her furrowed brows and disheveled, dirty blonde strands, unable to meet the eyes that assessed you so meticulously. Abby herself was drilling her eyes into your face, taking in the bright blush on your cheeks and averted gaze before she softly murmured.
“You’re new job…you like it?” Hesitantly you nodded, and she nodded back, tilting her head as she continued. “Then it’s okay. I won’t ask any of those questions–or snoop. As long as you say you’re safe, it's okay with me.” You let out the tiniest sigh of relief, skin warming as she gingerly caressed your cheek.
“But baby…if your idea of “safe” is different from mine?” Abby’s thick, scarred fingers moved to cup your chin. It was a firm yet gentle grip. However, you knew damn well what it could become…and the gangster knew you did too.
“There’s no telling what I’ll do.” Abby’s voice was deceptively calm. You would have thought the gangster was composed if not for the faint, crazed spark in her eyes that seemed to never go away. “If you come back here with so much as a scratch on this body…” Her hands traveled down, lightly squeezing around your neck. Panic sparked in your eyes, but Abby merely continued, eerily slow.
“I’ll break your arms and even your legs if I have to. Lock you up where no one can ever find you again. Then I’ll train you till you're feeding outta my hand and can’t imagine living without me. Do you understand, baby? How patient I’m being with you right now?"
Ah. At times like this, you found it really hard to imagine…how you'd fallen in love with someone as crazy as her in the first place.