Chapter 5: Control
"Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power."
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Oscar Wilde
Catherine was standing in front of a creature who introduced himself to her as Scratch -- who, incidentally, looked as though he could be the most handsome man that she had ever seen. His face was inhumanly beautiful, and just the thought of what he intended to do sent her mind into a panic.
She wanted to speak, as she looked up at his grin, and realized, then, that she had never noticed before that his canines seemed longer, sharper, than a normal human's. His smile seemed to seethe with corrupt, raw sexuality, and looking at it, Catherine found that she could not think of a single word that she could say to this man, his smile or his body. She had the feeling, after everything that he had done to her, that reasoning and pity were beyond his comprehension.
He continued to stare, mercilessly, into her eyes, as he engulfed her small hand in his own and carried it down until he had her hand wrapped around the beginning of his thick shaft, just beneath the mass of its head. She hadn't actually held the thing before then; she had felt the soft, hot skin on the back of her hands, but until now, she had never cupped it. God, weren't these supposed to be made of
flesh?
In her wonderment over the weight and the hardness of what she held, her hand had begun to drift ever so slowly down it. She felt shocked, to her very core, when she heard Scratch let out a ragged groan. Unaware, at first, that she was doing it, she began to rub the central part of his cock up and down, then nearly jerked her hand off of it when she realized what she had been doing. Before she could fully rip her hand away, his came down, capturing not just the one hand that had been holding onto his erection, but also her other hand, as he met her wide eyed gaze with his. Something started to burn inside of Catherine, when her gaze drifted from those dark eyes to see the slow, steady panting that puffed out of his lips and made his chest rise and fall, rapidly.
Catherine, who always had a feeling of general powerlessness casting a dark shadow over every part of her life, felt something inside of her that she had never before, truly, felt. In one moment, she saw the very exact connection between her touch, and the struggle that Scratch had to control his own body.
Channeling both what she naively thought were tricks she learned from the porn she had watched, as well as deeply imbedded instinct, she continued to stare up at Scratch's handsome face as she gently trailed, gripped and suctioned her hands over his erection. As his face spread into a blush, and the hardness in his eyes began to, ever so subtly, waver, Catherine soon managed to avoid looking down at his massive penis and losing her will. Staring into Scratch's face and seeing his strength and pride ebbing away into acceptance emboldened Catherine.
When she began to feel as though her hands were beginning to chafe the shaft, a bit of her earlier fear returned to her, as she felt indecisive over what, if anything, she should do next. A flicker of his earlier smile returned to Scratch's lips, and Catherine realized, in an instant, that she could not afford to give back a piece of whatever she was gaining by doing what she was doing.
Catherine shot down to her knees and, softly, first pressed her lips against the unbelievably massive head of Scratch's penis and then snaked her tongue out. She heard him gasp.
It was the first time that she had tasted any part of his skin, and it sent a shudder through her body. No longer thinking consciously as she did it, she felt her hands reach up to encircle around base of his penis as her mouth opened around the head to suck it in.
She tried to swallow as much of the thick, straining flesh as much as she could in one go, but when she quickly tried to dislodge his cock from her throat, she felt a large hand press against the back of her head, pushing her further forward, nearly choking her. After five seconds, Scratch stopped pushing her head forward, and Catherine pulled her mouth loose of his cock, taking in long, ragged breaths.
"You're certainly
eager.
" Scratch said, sounding as though he was having trouble getting enough air to breath, in between long shudders.
Staring at the tip of Scratch's penis, Catherine watched as a small dribble of pre cum came out and began a lazy trickle down the monstrously thick, bulbous mushroom head. Leaning slowly forward, she slipped her tongue over the drop and dragged her tongue over the plump flesh of his cock head, following the path that the drop had come from.
In a blink, Catherine felt herself being tossed back onto the bed, and, following the quick fall that took the breath from her lungs, she felt Scratch's large hands roughly pulling, and in some cases, ripping her clothing loose from her body. When he finished, all that she wore was her white bra.
And then it felt as though Catherine had been walking on a high wire and had suddenly looked down. Looking up into the still face of the creature who pinned her, she felt herself let out a scream. Scratch smiled, and it was both horrible and wonderful -- and Catherine knew that whatever she had afforded herself, she had just lost in a moment of panic.
She seemed to be watching from a distance outside of herself as Scratch spread her open without a single protest, and, with almost cruel slowness, began to push himself inside of her. As his head entered her fully, Catherine felt herself seem to reawaken, and she began to struggle, attempting to extricate him from her. As soon as he sensed her struggling, Scratch grabbed onto her thighs with bruising strength to keep her still as he pushed more inside of her.
The pain was fire, spreading her inside further than she previously believed that she wad capable of. As she opened her mouth in a choked cry, Scratch bent down so that his mouth was pressed to her ear, and, as more of him pressed inside of her, he began to chant something in a strange language that frightened Catherine deeply. As he pushed more inside of her, his voice seemed to take on a quality that suggested that he was struggling to keep up his chanting, panting some of the words out instead of whispering them clearly.
At some point, Catherine realized that her own voice had joined his, and her mouth moved and slid around the same language that he had spoke to her in. Without realizing it, in the fog of fear and pain, Scratch had managed to slide as much of himself inside of her as he could fit, and in one slow, fluid motion, he was sliding out of her.
Catherine's relief at having the hot, massive flesh outside of her body was momentary, as her and Scratch's chanting became louder, and she saw his body jerk towards her, and suddenly he was filling her past capacity anew. As he completely filled her, he broke off his chanting to suddenly shout, his body going stiff on top of hers, and with the chanting gone, Catherine suddenly and for no imaginable reasons became acutely aware of the nearly tearing pain that came with the massive penis buried deep inside of her.
As she began to cry at the pain, she suddenly heard Scratch yelling over her crying in the same chant that he had been speaking in before, and just like that, the pain dulled into vagueness. As be began to remove himself, again, from her suction, she realized that under the dulled pain that she began to feel a pretty intensely-growing pleasure radiating from the inner flesh that still clung to his cock. When he fully removed himself, and was poised to push himself back inside of her, Catherine had the sudden realization that she was beginning, whether she liked it or not, to experience the same pleasure that caused the large creature atop her to struggle with his chant.
