The landing hurt Charlotte's knees. The churchyard was nothing more than an overgrown collection of rubble, stone and grass. Still. It could have been much worse; just a foot from where Charlotte had landed there was a pile of broken glass. It looked as if someone had been drinking cheap wine here and simply smashing the finished bottles against the old stone wall.
The man, the faintest hint of the local German accent in his English, "You've a pretty smile. A good smile. Your teeth give you a good smile. Don't give me reason to bash your teeth out."
Charlotte blinked. This was all too much. Her teeth? What? Huh?
~He's telling you not to bite his cock, silly girl~ said the voice in her head. ~It's good advice. Remember this guy is a killer. Don't piss him off.~
She looked in horror as the German put his whip down on the broken wall behind him and unfastened his trousers. Each of the four brass buttons that held his fly together unfastened slowly, deft but strong fingers making quick work. Black boxer shorts followed the leather trousers to the ground.
Tears formed in Charlotte's eyes. The horrible tattooed man's cock was already huge and erect. She had never before been this close to a penis. It looked much larger than she had imagined - not that she had imagined it very often.
"Suck!" demanded the German again, "Be a good little girl for me!" and his fingers curled into a fist.
It wasn't just the size of the cock that scared Charlotte. It was everything. Thick purple veins seemed to throb in the shaft of flesh. His balls were large and hairy. There was something wrong with the way he was still pretty much dressed, shirt still on, shoes still on and just with his trousers and underwear down around his ankles.
Charlotte found she couldn't speak. A lump was forming in her throat. She was finding it hard to breathe. Would he kill her if she couldn't put his cock in her mouth? She didn't want it near him.
~Put it this way~ said the voice in her head, ~All you can do is that I get bored of him... before he gets bored of you. It's bad if it's the other way around.~
She sobbed.
~Lean forward~ urged the voice. Charlotte found it hard to resist.
~Imagine a lollipop...~ murmured the voice.
"But..." Charlotte, still weeping, tried to speak. The very second her mouth opened the muscled German lurched forward, grabbed her head and forced his meaty dick between her lips.
"Aaah! Yes!" he grumbled, "Now suck!"
Charlotte could feel her evil thong squirm and shift between her legs. It seemed distracted. She closed her eyes and wished to be somewhere else. She could feel the huge German between her lips. He filled her. She had to breathe through her nose. She was scared she would die.
"Suck!" demanded the tattooed rapist again, beginning to raise his fist... |