Page 49 of Nocturnes & Nightmares

Bent forward, he ran his hands over the smooth black sheet and kissed her. Oh, the remorse on her lips. They all felt remorse at that point.

Her face scrunched with another sob. “Please … just let me go. I can’t … I can’t feel my arms. Or my legs.”

“No, you can’t. And you won’t. You’ll be paralyzed, either burning alive, or letting me fuck you. Your choice.”

“Why? Why can’t I—”

He silenced her question with a sharp slap to her face, kicking her head to the side. “Tell me which you’d prefer. The longer you procrastinate, the worse it will be for you. Can you even imagine how it would feel, having your skin burn inside latex without being able to move a muscle? How terrifying that would be, as it sticks to your skin.”

“I’m sorry.” Her body convulsed with a sob. “If I … did something. If I hurt you, somehow.” They all played that game—trying to appeal to some empathy that just didn’t exist.

“You’re really not. But that’s okay. Tonight, you will be made virtuous again. Now, tell me what you want. Fire? Or me?”

Only the whimpers and the downward curve of her lips served as evidence of her crying.

“I understand. I’ll grab a match.”

“No! Wait! I choose you!”

“Really? You’re not just telling me that? You’d really rather have me?”

“Yes.”

“I knew … I knew you were special.” He trailed a finger over her latex-covered face, catching the subtle flinch of her muscles. “Oh, Marnee, when I’m finished with you, your soul will be cleansed, and the world will be right again.”

“You’ll let me go?”

“No, are you saying you want to go? Were you lying moments before?”

“No, I wasn’t lying. I promise.”

“Good.” Cupping her cheek, he planted another kiss to her lips, taking in the feel of her latex against his. He’d lubed the mask beforehand to keep it from squealing during contact, as the sound often distracted him.

Round pert breasts stuck out through the plastic, so skintight to her body he could grab her hard nipple through it. He took a moment to grope them, studying her face for any sign of disgust. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s not your fault you’re turned on right now.”

The sheet shook with her sob, as he fondled her. The bed’s steel frame had been bolted to the floor, so as not to shift around with even the most vigorous movement.

“Do you like how that feels, Marnee?” One of the things he most enjoyed about the latex, particularly against his cock, was that it enhanced the sensation of touch. With the added lube and scent of rubber on the air, he could hardly contain the pre-cum warming the inside of his sheath.

A whine escaped the woman, the only reaction she could muster with her body still paralyzed, but she nodded. “It … feels nice.”

The shaky quality of her voice betrayed her, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t interested in making her feel good. Touching her was his own delight, not hers. She was one of the chosen, and she should feel grateful for what he intended to do.

“Well, since you’ve been so honest with me, it’s only right that I’m honest with you. Not everything I do to you is going to feel nice. In fact, you may experience excruciating pain at some point. But nothing like being burned alive. I promise.”

She broke into sobbing again, and he stroked her shiny, black skull.

“Shhhh. You made the right choice, Marnee. Tonight, you will accept my seed. I will fill your body with it, and you will be mine. My beautiful possession.” Of course, none of his ejaculate would truly end up inside of her, as it would remain trapped inside the sheath, but the act itself represented his possession of her.

He pushed to his feet and made his way to the foot of the bed. Legs spread apart, her clitoris sat somewhere beneath the sheet, and thankfully, he couldn’t see it. Nausea churned in his gut at the thought of his dick rubbing against the ugly, discolored flesh. The idea of such a thing sickened him, and he looked away as he pushed his hips forward. In a blind attempt to find her hole, he jabbed his tip into her, cringing at the realization he’d hit her clit.

Warm walls sucked him inside, the balloon like a hot glove gripping tight to his cock.

Lying perfectly still, she cried out, while he rocked into her, and with a few easy thrusts, his mind was lost to the softness and the overpowering scent of latex that put him at ease.

“You can’t fight me, anymore. You can no longer reject me, Marnee. I can do whatever I want to you. And I promise you, I will.”

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