I got stuck half way down a long story, so I wanted to try something easier for a while. It ended up being a little longer than planed, and it probably needs a little more work, but I think you might enjoy it.

Also, this is my first decapitation story, a fantasy that I am enjoying quiet a lot now.

As always, let me know what you think if it (good or bad)!

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disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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The taxi driver kept looking at me through the mirror as I squirmed on my seat, the making it even harder to concentrate, but there was little I could do about it. I gritted my teeth in frustration and then another wave hit me. Desperate not to scream, I bit my lower lip, but a weak moan managed to escape.

Next to me Megan was looking out the window, smiling innocently. She had her phone in her hand, and when she saw me looking she grinned, flipping it on once more.

Groaning in anticipation, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on something else. My neighbor's face, my gym teacher’s hairy butt crack, a pile of garbage, anything that could help me. But it was useless.

A moment later I felt the vibrator inside me changing rhythm and the frenzied humming filled the inside of the taxi. A moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it, and the taxi driver looked at me once more, smirking as my face turned red.

“Please… turn it off, Megan… please, I beg you…” I pleaded weakly.

She turned towards me, smiling innocently as she did something on her phone. A moment later the vibrations slowed down a bit, and I started to relax thinking that it was over. But just when I lost my concentration for a moment, it sped up yet again, going even faster than before.

“Pleaseeeeeee!” I begged once more.

But she didn't listen. The vibrator started moving inside me, but this time it the rhythm was unpredictable, and it became impossible for me to resist. I started moving my hips, grinding my pussy against the seat as I desperately tried to cum. My pussy was dripping wet, and I could feel my panties getting soaked with my juices as I started hyperventilating.

And then it just stopped, leaving me aroused but unable to cum.

I opened my eyes and saw Megan, smiling as she slipped her phone inside her backpack. I pleaded silently at her, hoping against all odds that she would at least let me cum, but I knew it was useless.

Then the car stopped, and I remembered the driver. He was looking straight at me, smiling as one of his hands rested on his lap. Only then I noticed the musky smell of my juices, flooding the inside of the car.

With my face even redder than before, I opened the door and almost fell down in my rush to get out. I was waiting for Megan when I noticed a dark spot on the seat, and when I touched my ass, my hand came back wet and sticky. I was mortified, but at least I would be able to change my clothes once we got inside the cabin.

“Thank you! Have a nice day!” Megan said to the taxi driver as she got off.

He smiled at me, sniffing the air before he started laughing. Feeling humiliated, I turned around before I realized that my pants were soaked through, but it was too late. I heard him laughing even harder and then he drove away, leaving us alone.

Megan stopped next to me, holding her backpack in one hand. She slowly licked her lips, making me shudder deliciously, and for a moment I forgot about the humiliation. I just wanted to kiss her, to rip her clothes off and throw her to the ground so I could fuck her, but I was still angry, and instead I stood still, looking at the cabin.

“So, do you like it?” she asked me a minute later.

I had to admit that it looked pretty cool. It was a small log cabin, sitting in the middle of the forest. To one side I could see a big deck with a huge fire pit, and on the other, a small trial that she told me led to the lake, just a few hundred yards away.

It was a beautiful day, and I could feel the sun on my skin. Above us, a few clouds moved slowly and the tree tops shook with the wind.

“It’s awesome… And it was so nice of your dad to let us stay here alone for the weekend.” I finally said.

“Well…” she suddenly said, laughing softly. “He didn't exactly said we could come. But he didn't say no either. It's kind of the same, right?”

I looked at her, speechless for a moment..

“You mean he doesn't know?” I finally asked her.

“Yep. I never asked, but I know he won't use it this weekend, so we will be alone. Come on, it will be great!” she said enthusiastically.

I looked at the cabin again, suddenly unsure about the whole thing. I hadn’t told my parents either, but I had counted on her telling her dad, just to be safe. If no one knew, that was a completely different thing, and suddenly this didn't sound like such a great idea.

“Jessie, come on. If I had told my dad he would have found an excuse to barge into us in the middle of the night. I don't want to repeat last month's fiasco. I mean, he is my dad and it wouldn't be the first time I gave him a blowjob, but I don't want to see you getting fucked in your ass again.”

I had to admit that it would be better this way, but I was still unsure.

“Come on, relax. No one knows we are here. It will be a great weekend! We can go to the beach, the lakes is warm enough that we can swim in it, and at this time of the year there won't be anyone around!” she said a minute later, trying to convince me.

“Ohhh, fuck it. Okay!” I said, throwing all caution away.

I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her closer to me and then I kissed her deeply, burying my tongue inside her mouth. She struggled at first, just because she wasn't expecting it, but a moment later I felt her hands around my back, touching me feverishly as her hands moved down along my body.

But before she could get anywhere, I pushed her back, leaving her just as frustrated as I felt.

“That is for not letting me cum in the cab… Come one, I need to change my panties!” I screamed as I ran towards the front door.

Once inside we dropped our stuff on the main room and we changed into our bathing suits, throwing our clothes onto the bed. It was tempting to stay inside, as I was still horny, but we wanted to make the most of the day while we had the chance. And of course, who said we couldn't fuck at the beach.

When we were ready, we started running towards the door. As we got hallway, she pushed me against a wall, making me stumble and she sprinted ahead. She was laughing but when she got to the door, she stopped quickly

I caught up to her a few seconds later, but there was no rush. It was raining, not too hard, but the wind and the suddenly cloudy sky said that it was just the beginning. As if to make it clear, a lightning cracked through the air, making us jump.

In all the excitement, neither of us had thought to check the weather forecast, and the cabin had no internet.

Disappointed, we went back inside, checking to see what food we had, but there weren’t a lot of options. We found a few bags of dried pasta, a few cans of sauce, a half eaten packet of musty crackers and a piece of coal inside the fridge.

“You didn’t happen to bring any food, did you?” she asked me as we stared at the food.

“Did you?” I asked her.

“Ohhh… shit!” she screamed a moment later.

But not all was lost. There was a pretty good selection of wines and the bar was pretty well stocked. At least we wouldn't die of thirst.

With no other options, we grabbed a bottle of wine, and we went back to the room. There was a huge TV hanging of a wall, but predictably, there was no signal. Our hopes of an awesome weekend a little diminished, we sat on the bed, looking at each other.

Smiling, Megan drank almost a quarter of the wine in one go, and after wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she passed me the bottle. Red wine wasn't my favorite, but it was better than being sober, so I took the bottle to my lips as Megan grabbed her phone.

A moment later the vibrator inside me started moving without warning. It went straight into full power, making me spit wine all over the bed as Megan laughed hysterically.

I should have been angry, but I was so horny from before that I just laid on the bed with my eyes closed, moving my hips in the air as my pussy started dripping once more.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw her head, hanging above mine as she smiled. Grabbing my head, she pulled me up and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth as I squirmed under her body. Her hands started caressing my body, pulling my top to one side and leaving my breasts exposed.

The cool air of the room felt delicious over my nipples, but when she took them into her mouth, sucking from them gently, I finally lost it. I closed my legs as a bolt of pleasure struck my body, making me shiver. An instant later I came, and I felt as if my whole body exploded.

The room disappeared, and the only thing I could feel was Megan, still on top of me as her hands rubbed my clit over the fabric of the bikini. The vibrator was still moving furiously inside me, adding to the sensations that flooded my mind.

But just as soon as it started, it faded away. It hadn't been enough and I wanted more.

I opened my eyes, looking hungrily as Megan watched me. Without saying another word I pushed her to one side. She squealed in surprise as she landed next to me, but before she could recover I climbed on top of her, sitting on her chest as I pinned her down.

“Ohhhh! I can feel the vibrator…” she moaned as I pressed my pussy against her hips.

Smiling, I pulled my bikini off, lifting my hips from her body for just a second. The I ripped her bikini off her body so hard that it left a red line where it had been, but she didn't seem to mind. Instead she grabbed my breasts as I turned my body around, slipping a finger between her legs.

She was soaking wet, just like me, and my finger disappeared inside her with no effort. I heard her moaning as she eagerly moved her hips against my hand. I was still horny, but I knew it would be awhile before I came again, even with the vibrator inside me.

Slipping another finger inside her, I grabbed her breasts and I started pulling from her nipples, pinching them until they turned white. I saw her biting her lips, as she tried not to scream in pleasure. She always said that her breasts were very sensitive, and being the bitch that I was, I used that knowledge to my full advantage.

I slipped another two fingers inside her pussy, though it wasn't so easy now. I felt her muscles fighting me as she moved her hips against my hand. A moment later she stretched her arms above her head, surrendering herself to me. I loved to see her like that, as it was the completely opposite of her normal, dominant personality.

“Please… more… Jessie, I beg you…” she pleaded pathetically.

It would have been easy to tease her for a little longer, but I was getting horny again. Pulling my fingers together, I started pushing my whole hand inside her pussy.

Event after all the times I had fist fucked her before, she was still pretty tight, and I had to push hard, fighting as her pussy desperately tried to keep me away. But soon my knuckles were inside her and the rest of my hand slipped easily inside her.

She gasped in shock as I waited for a few seconds, trying to pull away from me, but soon the pain was gone and she was moaning once more.

“Do you like that?” I asked her teasingly as I moved my fingers inside her.

“Yeessss… Arghhhhh!” she screamed as I twisted her nipples hard, almost pulling her body from the bed.

I formed a fist inside her pussy once more, and then I started fucking her with it, moving her whole body on the bed. Her screams were deafeningly loud, but I kept pulling her nipples without mercy, until finally her whole body pulled tight and she came.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhh…. goooood!” she gasped as she flopped on the bed like a fish, my arm still inside her.

I released her nipples as she collapsed on the bed. Her arm was laying over her face, and her chest rose in a blur as she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath.

Before she could recover, though, I slowly slipped my hand out of her pussy. She started whimpering as my knuckles popped out of her, and her pussy gaped grotesquely for a whole minute as she watched.

The only sounds in the room were the rain on the roof, her breathing and the vibrator, still moving inside me.

As I waited, I watched my arm with wonder. It was dripping wet with her juices, but the most impressive thing was seeing in ending just a few inches below my elbow. I was a tiny girl, but it must have been at least 12 inches of my arm inside her.

If I had been her, I would have had to rest for a few minutes before I could come again. But Megan, unlike me, was one of the lucky girls that could come time after time without having to wait. I looked at her in envy as she opened her eyes, watching me with hunger from the bed.

“I am thirsty…” she said a moment later.

Grinning, I climbed on top of her again, though this time I placed my knees at either side of her head. I felt her hot breath between my legs and a few seconds later she grabbed my hips, pulling me down towards her face.

“Uhhhhh… yeeeesssss…” I moaned as she started lapping at my pussy.

The sensation of her tongue, moving between my pussy lips as the vibrator moved inside me was intoxicating. I felt my whole body trembling as I struggled to stay still, but it soon became impossible when she pressed her thumb against my asshole.

My arms became too weak to hold myself up, and I fell down, my face landing over her dripping pussy. Meanwhile, she pushed her finger inside my asshole, moving it in circles as she tried to loosen me up.

“Mmmmm… mmmm!” she moaned, her mouth sucking my clit.

Shaking my head, I managed to drag my arm under my body again and I lifted just a little. Her pussy was still inches from me, and when I breathed, the aroma was intoxicating. Without having to be told, Megan pulled her legs apart, and I dived into her pussy, sucking her juices greedily.

We lost ourselves in each other’s body for a while, stopping only to catch our breath. She managed to slip another finger inside me, and then another. The sensation was strange, and a little painful at first, thought I soon relaxed into it.

A few minutes later I managed to cum once more, and Megan followed me a bit later. Exhausted, we laid on the bed, our bodies pressed against each other, still sticky with sweat and our juices. But the vibrator was still on, and it was driving me crazy.

I rolled to one side and I managed to grab Megan’s cell phone, and I turned the vibrator off. Amazingly, I was still horny, even after cumming twice in 30 minutes.

Then I saw Megan, lighting a joint next to me. She took a long and deep hit, her eyes closed as her body relaxed into the pillows. Then she stood still, her mouth open as she enjoyed herself before releasing a thick cloud of smoke into the air.

I savored the sweet and acrid smell, and my mouth watered as I waited for my turn. Her eyes still closed, Megan passed me the joint and I took a hit. The smoke burned my lungs as I held it inside me for as long as I could, and when it left, I felt my body becoming numb and relaxed.

Pressing my body against her, I laid on the bed and we smoked it all until only the tip was left. The weed and the wine combined inside me to turn my body into a puree. I was too weak to even roll from the bed, but strangely my mind was wide awake.

“It's good, isn't it?” Megan said a moment later, her voice barely a whisper.

We stayed like that for a while, just hearing the rain falling. It was nice to relax once in awhile.

“How do you want to go… you know, when it's your time.” she asked me.

I waited in silence, not knowing what to say. I had fantasized about it many times, of course, but I had never told anyone, not even Megan.

“Me first then, I want to hang.” she said proudly. “Have you ever seen a girl hanged? I saw one last month at the shopping mall. They ripped her clothes in the middle of the food court as she pleaded for mercy, but they never listened. While everyone watched, they tied her hands behind her back and then they slipped the noose around her neck.”

She stopped for a moment, her eyes staring into the ceiling.

“You should have seen her face of panic when they lifted her from the ground. It was… god, it was terrible to watch but it also made me so wet that I thought I would cum right there. She danced for quite a while too. Her eyes found mine at some point, and she started at me, maybe hoping I would help her, but I just watched. I was afraid someone would notice me if I said anything...”

When I looked at her, I saw her smiling softly with her eyes were half closed.

“She must have lasted… oh, I don't know, 10 or 15 minutes maybe. It must have felt much longer for her, of course. But as I watched her dancing desperately under the rope I felt my body responding, until I was trembling. I wanted to touch myself, but I couldn't, it would have been a suicide to do it there. When it was over, I ran to the nearest bathroom and I locked myself in one of the stalls.”

After a few seconds she looked at me, still smiling, though her eyes were wide open now.

“I want to feel that. The noose, crushing my throat as my weight pulls it tighter and tighter, people watching me as I try to reach the ground…” she managed at last.

She waited in silence for me, but it wasn't easy. She always seemed so eager to be snuffed that it scared me. I wondered what she would do after her 17 birthday. Would she be one of the girl that volunteered to be snuffed and cooked?

I too fantasized about it from time to time, but the idea terrified me. I didn't want to die, not yet. There was so much that I wanted to experience. But in the end if there was one person I trusted, it was her.

“I want to be impaled.” I finally said.

I waited for a few seconds, half expecting her to laugh or to criticize me, but she just waited patiently as she smiled.

“Have you ever seen one? From up close?” I asked her, and when she nodded I continued. “I saw one when I was 12. A friend of mine was caught stealing and her father released her to the judge. They did it in the school playground. It was…”

I couldn't continue, but I saw her nodding in understanding a moment later.

Megan rose from the bed and then she sat on top of my lap.

“It's funny, now that you mention it. I had a sister, once. She was older than me, but she got converted when I was 13. I don't remember much about her, but I do remember that she was an insufferable bitch.”

“I guess my dad thought the same. He brought the whole family here one weekend. Everyone went to the beach, except my sister, who started bitching about not having internet. My dad just ignored her, but when we returned, he and my brother tackled her down before she could realize what was happening. They quickly tied her arms behind her back and they took her down into the basement.”

I looked back at her, feeling a little uncomfortable as she told me the story, though she didn't seem to notice.

“I didn't know what was happening then, thought my mom told me to strip and she took me down. My dad and my brother were also naked. They had tied my sister to a wooden sawhorse, her chest laying on the beam and her limbs tied to the legs. She was crying desperately, and I remember the stench of piss when I stood next to her.”

She stopped for a moment again, licking her lips as she looked at me.

“When I looked at my dad again, I saw him holding a six foot long spit. The metal gleamed even on the poorly lit basement, and the point looked impossibly sharp.”

“I was suddenly terrified, but my mom took my hand and led me to one side as my dad took position behind her. My brother stood in front, holding her in place as she tried to escape. I remember it as if it had been only yesterday. The smell of the air, my sisters face, the fear I felt.”

I could almost imagine the scene as she told the story. I imagined myself in her sister's place. The panic I would feel as I saw the spit moving inside me, knowing I was going to die.

My face turned red as I felt my pussy dripping with excitement. Hoping she wouldn't notice, I moved my hand over it as my breathing became faster and faster.

“She pleaded for her life, but they didn't listen. My dad impaled her in just a few minutes as she screamed in agony, until the tip came out of her mouth, scraping against her teeth. After it was over they turned towards us, smiling warmly as I trembled next to my mother. My brother took me first, and then my dad…”

“What happened after that?” I finally asked, thought I already knew the answer.

“A barbecue…” she said, her eyes unfocused.

She was silent once more, just looking into the distance, until a minute later she grinned at me.

“You know, the spit is still down there. And it's not alone… do you want to go check it out?” she finally said.

I looked shyly away as I felt my body tingling with arousal. But I couldn't do it, or at least I told myself that I couldn't. Maybe it was fear that we would get carried away, or that when I saw it, everything would become too real to me. I had seen it happen before to a few friends during school trips to conversion centers or museums.

For now it was just a fantasy, and it was fine that way.

“Maybe later…” I said, hoping it would be enough for her.

She nodded understandingly and I felt a little better. Then I remembered that I really need to pee. I told her I would be right back and I slipped into the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet and tried to relax, though it wasn’t easy. A moment later, urine started trickling between my legs, and as I breathed in relief, the vibrator came back to life.

I grabbed the edge of the seat as my body became weak, and soon I was moaning. It was an agonizing torture to pee like that, but I couldn't stop. I closed my eyes, as tears streamed down my face. and my body, still flushed with excitement, responded quickly. I felt myself rising higher and higher, until I could feel the edge just in front of me.

I breathe deeply, ready to cum, but just like before, the vibrator stopped without warning.

“Fuuuuck! Megan! Again?” I screamed in frustration, as I heard her laughing.

When I returned to the room, Megan was standing in front of the bed, smiling mischievously. She was wearing her double ended strapon, and when I saw it I stopped by the door. It was made of hard black rubber, with a short side that was already inside her, and a long side that stuck in front of her.

“Come here…” she told me, patting the bed.

Trembling in anticipation, I did as she said, laying face down on the bed. Then she climbed on top of me, the dildo nestling over my butt, and a moment later she started rubbing my back.

“Do you want to try something new?” she asked me a moment later.

I bit my lip, suddenly worried. You never knew what Megan would do, and for her new could mean anything. But I also trusted her not to do anything too drastic. I looked back at her before nodding, and she smiled.

“Turn around, I will be right back.” she said enthusiastically.

She jumped out of the bed, and after rummaging in her back pack, she pulled out a long steel rod.

“Ohhhh...” I managed to say as I felt a knot forming inside my stomach.

I had never seen one before, but I knew what it was. The polished steel glinted under the light, and with a smile on her face, she handed it to me.

It was surprisingly heavy for its size, I thought as took it. The shaft was an inch in diameter, and two feet in length. I ran my hands over the surface, but there were no hard edges and the tips were perfectly round. It was, after all, a training spit, for those like me that fantasized about being impaled but weren't ready to take the last step.

I swallowed hard, trembling as I held it. It was small compared to the real deal, but up close it was still intimidating.

“It was from my mom… do you want to give it a try?” she asked me, looking unsure.

I shook my head from side to side, suddenly terrified. So far everything had been a fantasy for me, but this was real. Even if it was rounded off, it could still do a lot of damage inside of me. I pushed it towards her as she looked at me, looking confused.

“I thought… Don't you want to know how it feels? You know you are safe with me…” she said a moment later, as if reading my mind.

I stopped for a moment, trying to calm myself. If there was a time to try it, it was now, when it was all a game. We were both 15 years old and still safe, if only for a couple of years more. But when we turned 17, things would change. One day we would be meat, and the idea both terrified me and made me incredibly wet.

After breathing deeply a couple of times, I told myself that I could trust her, and as I remembered how I had felt when I saw my friend being impaled, I knew I would do it. Biting my lower lip I smiled shyly towards her.

She grabbed the spit once more, telling me to lay on my back. Trembling in anticipation, I moved to the center of the bed. As she looked into my eyes I grabbed my legs, pulling them against my chest and Megan kneeled in front of me, the spit in one hand.

I started trembling as she lowered her face between my legs, and then I felt her tongue pressing against my asshole. I gasped in shock, as she had never done it before, but the sensation was incredibly erotic. A moment later I felt her tongue slipping easily inside me, and then I heard her drooling.

“Ohhhhhh… “ I moaned.

When I was wet enough, she pulled back, wiping her face with the back of her hand as she smiled. I closed my eyes, and a second later the spit touched my pussy. She rubbed it between my soaking wet lips until it was slippery with my juices and then it was time.

The steel was incredible cold, and when it touched my asshole I tried to move away from it. She easily pinned me against the bed with one hand, though, and despite my protests, she started pushing it inside me as I grunted.

It wasn't that big, but it was hard to relax with the cold spreading through my body and the knowledge that soon two feet of steel would me inside me. Still, she kept pushing and soon the tip moved past my sphincter.

I gasped in shock as the cold sensation intensified, but Megan didn't give me time to recover. Inch by inch, the spit disappeared inside my rectum, the tip moving in a circle as she tried to find a way inside me.

There was no way it would fit inside my rectum, so the tip was designed to bend my intestines when it reached the end, straightening it inside me. I had fantasized about it for so long that the mere idea made me tremble.

Megan took her time, knowing that I would enjoy it more that way, but even then it wasn't easy. I was grunting as flashes of pain erupted inside me. Then she stopped, and I gasped in relief.

“Wow… that's half, Jessie. A whole foot…” she said in awe. “How does it feel?”

I was at a loss for words at first, unable to describe what I was feeling.

“I feel full… uncomfortably full... The cold is the worst, so far at least. God, I can feel my stomach turning inside me.” I finally managed.

And I was true. I had never experienced something like that inside me before, and unlike a cock or a dildo, this was completely rigid. It would force my rectum and my intestines straight as it moved inside me. I could only imagine what a real spit would feel like.

“Do you want to stop?” she asked me a moment later.

No matter what, I couldn't stop now. I needed to know how it felt, even if it was not the real deal. Afraid my voice would crack, I nodded once, clenching my jaw as I felt her grabbing it again.

She was even slower than before, and I could see her face twisting in concentration as she pushed it carefully inside me.

When I closed my eyes, I could feel the tip moving deep within my body, pushing and pulling my insides as it made its way through my intestines. The sensation was so intense that at first I couldn't breathe and I panicked, but soon it became a little easier.

Desperate for release I started rubbing my clit while I fondled my breasts with my other hand. I wanted to tell her to turn on the vibrator, but I couldn't talk. But even without it, I could feel a warm sensation spreading through my body as she kept pushing forwards.

It was painful at times, but also incredible erotic. I could imagine it being a real spit, with a sharp point that would pierce my whole body. Then I started shaking uncontrollably, and a moment later I felt something pushing my stomach to one side.

I gasped, more in shock than in pain, and then it stopped again.

“Ohhhhh, Jessie… it's in…” Megan said a moment later as she moved back a little.

Wanting to see it, I tried to raise my head, but with the spit inside me I couldn't bend my body. A bolt of pain flashed inside my mind, and I had to fall back down as I tried to catch my breath.

“I can’t move…” I grunted in frustration.

Tears were falling down my face as I struggled with the overwhelming sensations that coursed through my body. For a moment I thought it would be too much, that I would go crazy, but as I felt her hand rubbing my belly I relaxed just a little.

“Wait…” she said as she moved away from me.

I wanted to tell her to stay with me, that I didn't want to be alone like that. I felt vulnerable and afraid, more so than ever before. But she returned only a moment later, holding her cell phone in her hands. Through the haze of pain and pleasure that was my mind I heard the camera clicking, and then she showed me the screen.

On the picture I was laying on the bed, holding my legs against my chest as the tip of the spit stood an inch out of my asshole.

“Ohhhh, god…” I managed to say as sweat poured from my body.

Megan laid next to me, making me gasp in pain as the mattress moved under me. Her fingers danced over my chest as she looked into my eyes, smiling lovingly.

“Can you feel it?” she asked me, but my only response was to whimper pathetically.

“Two feet… god, it must be almost here…” she said, her finger moving in a circle just under my sternum. ”Does it hurt?”

I was about to nod again, but I stopped myself. It did hurt, but the pain wasn’t important. I could feel the spit inside me, its coldness radiating through my body as I laid on the bed. I felt uncomfortably full too, but I was still dripping wet, and I felt that I could cum at any moment.

Without warning, I felt her fingers sliding between my pussy lips, and I gasped in shock.

“Nooooo…” I begged.

She pulled her hand back, looking afraid.

“Do you want me to pull it out?” she asked me a second later, looking concerned.

I started sobbing in frustration. What I wanted was for her to push it all the way through my body, until the tip came out of my mouth, that I couldn't wait any longer. But I couldn't tell her that. The idea still terrified me.

“Please...” I begged. “Just a bit…”

Megan grabbed it again, sending another jolt of pain through my body, but the worst was when she started pulling it out. My insides seemed to follow the spit as it left my body, a sensation that was far from pleasurable, but at the same time that sensation of fullness disappeared, and I could breathe normally again.

“There, is it better?” she asked me a moment later, and I breathed in relief.

“Fuck me… please…” I begged her a moment later.

Grinning, she climbed on top of me, grabbing the dildo in her hand. There was no need for foreplay, and she knew it. The tip of the dildo disappeared inside me a moment later, and then she started fucking me hard, my body bouncing on the bed as her hips slammed against my ass.

With the spit still inside me, I felt fuller than ever before, and as I moved, the dildo moved inside me. I started moaning in pleasure as I felt my body responding.

Above me, Megan was lost in her own pleasure. I knew from experience than the dildo would be pulling and pushing inside her pussy, stretching her as she fucked me. Then her pace became faster still. I started grunting in a delicious mixture of agony and pleasure, until I finally came.

I screamed loudly into the air, as my whole seemed to burn from the inside, and then I collapsed back onto the bed, completely exhausted. I just wanted to lay still until I could recover, but Megan had other plans. She kept pounding me savagely, until my pussy felt sore and bruised, but she was completely obvious to my problem.

When I opened my eyes, I saw on her face that she was close to her own orgasm, and then I remembered what she had said. I looked around the bed, still littered with our clothes from when we arrived, and I found her pants. I slipped the belt off, and before she could react I slipped it around her neck.

“What are you... aaaaarggghhhhh!” she screamed as I pulled it close.

She screamed in panic for a second, but then I saw her relaxing.

A moment later she closed her eyes and she kept fucking me. Grabbing the belt, I pulled it tighter, watching as the leather dug into her neck. I kept waiting for her to tell me to stop, but her face twisted in concentration as it slowly turned purple and then slightly blue.

Even then, I kept pulling, until I could her breathing becoming ragged and broken. The belt started crushing her throat and I heard her gagging, but she kept fucking me, her eyes still closed.

Then without warning she pushed the dildo deep inside me. I screamed in pain as she fell on top of me, spasming as she finally came. As I watched her flopping on top of me, I suddenly panicked. I quickly pulled the belt open, watching in awe at the deep red marks it left on her neck, and a moment later I heard her breathing again.

Too exhausted to move, she simply laid on top of me as she tried to recover her breath. I don't know how long we stood like that, but after a while it became hard for me to breathe. Her weight was crushing me, but with the spit still inside me, I couldn't move.

“Megan, you have to…” I started saying before I finally saw him.

There was a man, standing by the door. He was dressed all in black, and a mask covered his face, except for his eyes and his mouth.

I stood completely still, unable to move or even breathe, until I saw him grinning.

“Megan! Get off!” I screamed desperately, trying to push her of off me, but she just stared at me, grinning stupidly.

Meanwhile, the man lunged towards us, reaching us in only a couple of steps, and he grabbed Megan's belt from my hand. He pulled mercilessly from it, and before I could do anything about it, he pulled her from the bed.

She flew through the air, her hands grabbing the belt in her panic just before she fell to the floor. A second man appeared behind the first, going straight towards her, and then the first one fell on me.