The Man Of Sin: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: Chapter 2

... wearing any clothes and he was erect. He slowly stepped towards Sophie, licking his lips in lustful hunger. Helena tried to scream, but only produced a shrill hum. -----“Helena, can you keep it down?” her friend grumbled. -----Leaning over her bed, Xavier grabbed her by the throat and squeezed. Shaken awake, Sophie screamed and flailed her limbs, but he held her tightly and climbed on top of her. Releasing her throat, he grabbed her wrists and held them up to the headboard. Appearing out of thin air, a pair of shackles were locked on and handcuffed her to the bed. Her throat free, Helena screamed as loud as she could, but her voice merely bounced off the walls of the room, as if they were inside a bank vault. -----‘Is he using he powers to keep her voice from escaping? Will anyone be able to hear her?’ -----“I just love that sound. Go ahead and keep screaming.” -----“Helena! Save me!” -----“Oh, she can’t help you. She’s just here to watch as I turn you into a broken toy!” -----Xavier then placed his hand on her legs and lines of black thread appeared as if growing from his palm. The threads wrapped around her ankles and bound them to the back of her thighs, then wrapped around her knees and pulled them apart, putting her on display. Xavier laughed to himself as he ran his hand across her body. -----“I know this Europe, but this “all natural” thing is a turn off.” -----He snapped his fingers and Helena closed her eyes, momentarily blinded by a bonfire of flames erupting ...

... from Sophie’s bed. She could hear her blood-curdling screams and well imagine the pain she was going through, having gone through it herself. The flames vanished, revealing the bed and Sophie completely unharmed. Her clothes and every hair from the neck down had been burned away. While her skin was undamaged, she cried and moaned in pain, feeling like she had suffered third-degree burns. -----“Why are you doing this?” she whimpered. -----“Because it’s just so easy.” -----Xavier held out his hand behind him and a large cross flew into his hand, having originally hung above the door. Chuckling sadistically, he turned it around in his hand, holding the short end so it was like a dagger. He pressed the other end against her vagina and Sophie began thrashing. -----“No! Please! Anything but that!” -----Ignoring her pleading and the resulting screams, Xavier forced the cross deep inside her, violating her with the symbol of her faith. Helena had never heard anyone cry like that, that mix of pain and humiliation. Oh god, was Xavier going to do that to her as well? There had to be something she could do, some way to help her friend! She pushed up against the threads tying her to the bed, but they dug into her skin like razor blade and stopped her just as soon as she started. -----Xavier pulled the cross out and crouched down, watching the blood of her torn hymen dribble out. Laughing, he leaned forward and ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy, lapping up the blood as if it were ...