Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“You want me to stop hitting you, take me down to the ground and let me take you into the station.”
“I am not interested in your human justice,” he says. “Stop fighting me, or I will have to hurt you, and I do not want to.”
I hit him with the baton again, of course. I’m not going to stop fighting for my life because the creature abducting me asks me to make it easier for him.
Retaliation comes swiftly. One of his big hands leaves my body and returns quickly in a harsh slap. He just fucking spanked me. Hard. His hand stays on my ass, using the grip to keep me aloft as his wings beat harder and he puts on a spurt of speed. I’d like to say that is the end of it for the thrashing, but it is not. Every time I so much as move, one of his big hands slaps my ass hard enough to make me yowl. I get the impression that he is easily strong enough to hold me with just one of his hands, so the other three are free to hold, and grip, and roam, and punish.
He snugs me tight against his body, and again I feel that thick and insanely long thing beneath his pants, pressing against my belly.
There comes a moment, when you are so far out of your normal every day reality that you forget how to act at all. I see it a lot in people who have been the victims of crime or unfortunate circumstances. They go an odd sort of blank and start reacting on instinct rather than on common sense, or their every day routines. That is happening to me now. I am being spanked in the skies above Brooklyn, my ass thrashed first by one hand, then another, big palms whipping over my sport leggings that provide fuck all in the way of protection. It hurt from the very first slap, but now it is starting to absolutely ache, and sting at the same time.
I hear myself start to whimper. I barely recognize the sound at first. I am not a whimpering, moaning, begging sort of girl. I am tough as fucking nails, and when ex-boyfriends, yeah, more than one of them, tried to spank me in bed, I’d just laugh at them.
I am not laughing now. I am trapped against the hard body of a monster and that monster is punishing me for failing to submit to my abduction.
“OW!” I hear myself gasp. “Ow, okay, fuck!”
Those big, deep red eyes look down at me. “Learning your lesson?”
“The fuck I am!”
That’s an instinctive New York response. I can’t help it. But it does not help the situation at all. The monster grips me even more firmly, one arm around my back to stop me from falling, another hand clamped on the back of my neck to control my head, and the other two absolutely whipping my ass with a flurry of harsh slaps that make my flesh sting and squirm so much I feel my crotch rubbing back and forth against the hard rod of what has to fucking be his monster cock.
Then it gets worse. Then those two free hands start to peel my leggings down over my ass. I wasn’t wearing underwear. Have to take a trip to the laundromat and haven’t gotten around to it. So when he peels my leggings down over my hot, sore ass, he finds nothing but bare skin to spank. He does so, at least a dozen times, until I am whimpering, and hot tears are gathering at the corners of my eyes.
He’s hurting me. Punishing me. He’s treating me like a very bad girl who deserves to be spanked long and hard. I find myself writhing in his grasp, not holding onto him but trusting him to keep me where he wants me as those slaps rain down on my poor ass, making the skin feel tighter and nearly volcanic in heated intensity.
Just when I think I cannot take another spank, his hands grip my ass and spread my cheeks. I feel his finger swipe down low between them. He’s touching me there. My lower lips are greased with what I have to shamefully admit is desire.
I hear a chuckle, and then his mouth opens. What extends from the interior of that oral cavity is like nothing I have ever seen or imagined before. He does not have a human tongue. Instead he has something much, much longer that unrolls out of his mouth like a party blower, but one with no perceivable end.
I squirm, horrified, but it does nothing. He has me where he wants me in the moonlit sky. I have entered his realm and now he has taken me for his own.