Stay if you want to...(21+)
Mature content
His uniform hung loose over a bulky frame, boots scraping the floor as he shuffled in with deliberate slowness, the door sealing shut behind him.
He paused, letting his gaze rake over her. Slowly, deliberately. Staring at her tear-streaked face, down to the welts blooming across her full breasts, nipples hardened from cold and pain. Lower, to the wax-crusted thighs splayed apart by the cage's confines, her pussy exposed, swollen and glistening from residual torment and unwilling arousal her body had betrayed under Jungkook's cruelties.
He paused, gaze devouring: tear-face to wax-welted tits, nipples raw-peaked. Down thighs splayed, pussy swollen, wax-crusted, glistening betrayal-juices. Fuck, wrecked prime. Boss gone. Unzip, slam cock in that sloppy heat—wax lube. Pound till she splits, choke on dick after, cum flood her.
Y/n froze, stomach roiling. No—his stare rapes already. Cock strains zipper, hand adjusts, squeezes. Thinking thrust deep, use Jungkook's mess. Clit throbs traitor—body confused, wetter. Thighs tremble, can't close. Tears spill, blisters fire with fear-heartbeat.
He crouched close, sweat-cologne reek. Fingers brushed bars near skin. Free hand palmed bulge, stroking through fabric. Do it. No watch. Can't fight. Ram balls-deep, fuck screams while hot. Breath ragged, eyes locked on her pussy, imagining stretch, grip.
Seconds eternity. Y/n held breath, sobs silent, every nerve screaming. He stared, transfixed, zipper teeth parting slightly—tip peeked.
Grunt low. Stood. Turned. Left. Doors hissed shut.
Y/n collapsed, wracked sobs. Hope? Cruel lie. Darkness eternal.
Oh God, no, Y/n thought, stomach churning. His stare wasn't pity—it was hunger. Raw, predatory lust. Jungkook wasn't here. The boss, the monster who ruled them all, had stormed off to handle 'business.' This guard knew it. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he stepped closer, the bulge in his pants twitching visibly.
He crouched before the cage, close enough she could smell his sweat and cheap cologne. His eyes locked on her pussy, imagining it—Fuck, she's wrecked but ripe. Boss ain't here. I could unzip, shove my cock in that sloppy hole, make her scream while it's still hot from the wax. Pound her till she breaks, fill her up... Thoughts raced behind his leering gaze, breath quickening.
Y/n's pulse thundered in her ears. She curled inward as much as bonds allowed, thighs trembling, trying to close them but unable. Please, don't. He's thinking it—raping me right here, using Jungkook's mess as lube. His cock's hard, I see it straining. Why isn't he stopping? Terror coiled with the pain, her clit throbbing traitorously under his scrutiny, body confused in its haze.
He reached out, fingers brushing the bars inches from her skin. So close. His free hand adjusted his crotch, squeezing the erection tenting his zipper. Just do it. No one's watching. She can't fight. Ram in deep, choke her on it after...
Seconds stretched into eternity. Y/n held her breath, tears spilling anew, every blister pulsing in rhythm with her fear. He stared, transfixed, hand hovering.
Then, with a low grunt, he stood. Turned. Walked out without a word, the doors hissing shut once more.
