Page 90 of I Will Break You

I lower myself into a squat, letting the dildo’s thick crown push through my entrance. Shivers run up and down my spine, making me gasp.

“Aaah,” I moan. “I’ve never had it from this angle.”

Lashes fluttering, I sink lower, the dildo pushing deeper into my pussy with a delicious stretch. Xero moves into my periphery, those glowing eyes burning into my soul as I roll my hips and focus on making this pleasurable.

“Deeper,” he snarls.

The command fills me with the rush of adrenaline I need to bear down, working the silicone deeper. As the dildo fills me to my limit, I let out a low groan, and my thighs tremble under the stress of performing for a poltergeist.

My head spins. At this rate, I think I’m going to faint.

Closing my eyes, I bob up and down, fucking myself with the impossibly thick toy. Xero assured me multiple times that it was a life-size replica of his cock, but no man can be this big.

Sensations overwhelm my system, and my body sparks with new levels of awareness. I’ve never felt so alive.

Ecstasy dances along my nerves as I move up and down on the pole, building up a beautiful rhythm. I’m not sure what part of this is supposed to be a punishment, but I shove that thought to the basement of my mind.

“Harder,” he growls. “Faster.”

“Y-Yes,” I stammer and quicken my pace until I’m riding so hard and fast that my tits bounce.

Each stroke sets off sparks across my skin that ignite aninferno in my core that burns brighter with every thrust. I roll my hips, making the toy’s textures hit every pleasure spot.

“Dirty girl. No cock will ever satisfy you except my own.”

“Yes,” I cry out.

His deep laughter echoes across the room, making every fine hair on my body stand on end. The part of me that wants to resist this lunatic ’s humiliation only has to glance at the ceiling where BJ’s image is frozen in perpetual terror.

The video restarts. BJ continues begging for mercy, while the hangman rises off the bed and gapes into the camera, his chest rising and falling with post-coital fatigue.

“Congratulations, Mr. Glick,” says Xero’s disembodied voice. “Take your prize.”

The hangman freezes. “What do you want me to do with that?”

“Rid the world of a rapist.”

“Stephen, don’t do this.” BJ rushes out of the shot. Moments later, there’s the sound of a heavy punch, and he spins back into the frame.

“One man must die, Mr. Glick,” Xero says. “You just won the right to decide whether or not that will be you.”

BJ groans. “Stephen, don’t let me die. Not after all the fun we had together.”

Features hardening, the hangman advances toward the camera. He disappears for a moment and returns with an executioner’s ax.

“Are you fucking kidding?” BJ roars. “You’re not even going to fight for me, after my sound bites made you go viral?”

“Sorry, man.” The hangman raises his weapon.

My breath stills, as do my legs. I expect Xero to pause the video, but it continues playing. A sharp sting on my ass makes me flinch. I turn around to find Xero standing close enough to grab my throat.

“Keep fucking that dildo,” he snarls, his voice mingling with BJ’s screams.

Terror skitters down my spine. Gasping, I pump harder, never allowing my gaze to stray from the screen. Pressure builds up around my core. I’m so close to climaxing that ithurts.

BJ scrambles backward on the bed, but the hangman follows after him with the ax raised.

“Stephen, for the love of God, please. I’ll do anything!” The smaller man presses tightly against the wall.