Page 16 of Mutual Prey

I’ve never had anal sex—apart from being fingered—and ithurts. I have a feeling that it hurts even more than it would if Ihad a thick cock in there, because there’s no give to it. It’s just solid, hard metal.

I find myself wondering if Finn’s cock is thick, and ifitwould hurt, but I don’t realize I’m staring at the stiffness in his jeans until he chortles.

“Maybe I’ll let you have it sometime. But you’re gonna have to show me what a good girl you are first.”

“What? I… don’t…”

I bite my tongue, flustered, but also relieved to find that he’s stopped pushing the rifle further inside me. My asshole is filled with about three to four inches of hard metal, but now that it’s no longer moving, I allow myself to relax and get used to the foreign object.

Until I see that he’s picked up the ax.

Oh, crap. This isn’t how I want to go. Chopped into pieces with a hunting rifle up my ass.

I close my eyes, allowing another tear to wind down my cheek, as he strokes up and down my torso with the sharp edge of the ax.

“Please, Finn…” I blubber.

“Please what? Pleasewho?”

He wants me to call him Daddy.

Never.

He’s not pressing the ax too hard against me, but the edge is so sharp it causes little rivulets of blood to form on my skin as he drags it up and down.

“I don’t want to die like this,” I sob out.

“Like what? Likethis?”

He starts driving the rifle butt in and out of my ass, and I feel myself tense, which only makes the pain worse. But it also makes my clit pulse, and my pussy spasms around nothing again.

“Please, Finn…” This time, I’m aware I’m pleading for something else, and he’s just as aware.

“You’re a very naughty girl, Cass. I guess Ishouldwait for you to beg properly, but I’ll let you have it. I’m nice, after all. Well, maybe not nice. But nicer than your Daddy.”

I don’t ask him what he means this time, only huffing in relief when I feel the edge of the ax leave my skin, and huffing in even greater relief when I feel its handle pressing against my pussy.

The handle isfarthicker than the knife handle, but my pussy grips it as it slides in easily through my wetness. I practically scream when he starts to drive them both in at the same time, and now, the pressure in my ass feelsgood. I can feel both weapons inside me, rubbing up against my inner linings, and I completely forget myself. I start to writhe as much as my position allows me to, arching back and forth to meet each thrust, riding the rifle butt and the ax handle desperately.

“Easy now,” murmurs Finn, though his pumping is anything but. “You don’t want me to accidentally shoot, do you? That would be a shitty way to go. Literally.”

But I’m far past caring. For the first time since I can remember, I abandon control entirely, wave after wave of pleasure and pain at last wringing out the scream that Finn seemed so intent on hearing.

He bends down then, grabs my clit and sucks it into his mouth, deepening the orgasm and lengthening the aftershock.

Then he pulls away, wiping his mouth.

“You taste sweet.”

“Fuck… you.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He reaches up and smacks one of my breasts. “Careful, or I’m gonna have to take you over my lap. Just like Daddy. Did Daddy ever give you an orgasm like that, by the way?”

No.

“Yes.”

I realize too late neither of those would have been the right answer. He throws his head back laughing.