Robert Pronge (Mr.Freezy) x Reader
Warning(s): Non con, +18, kidnapping, overstimulation, psychological torment, humiliation, loss of virginity, mind fuck.
***Hey guys so I made this fic bc I was horny as hell and bored. I typed this up in like 3 hours and didnāt proof read for shit so sorry if it sucks ok thatās all***
He was a hired hitman, he doesnāt risk leaving behind witnesses. But what intrigued him to take the job was the heafty bounty on his latest target.
His employer hired him to get back at his ex boss. Some socialite known for being a complete bitch to her male employees. He couldnāt care less. He was a hired hitman, he doesnāt risk leaving behind witnesses. But what intrigued him to take the job was the heafty bounty on his target. She really mustāve been a huge bitch of a boss for a former employee to spend 10k per hour just for revenge porn.
Heād been given directions and a location. A nightclub where the members of his employerās ex company would come to celebrate. A picture of her had been provided. He looks around to find the face in the photo.
He makes his way to the dance floor.
He stalks her from the shadows. He eyes her form up and down, capturing the image of the vixen swaying her hips to the music.
Cute little thing with a round ass. Doesnāt look like too much of a hastle.
He sways his body through the crowd. Still eyeing the unsuspecting woman. He approaches her ever so slowly. He rocks his arms to the tune. Blending perfectly within the crowd of party-goers. He prepares to strike. He knocks down her perse. Her wallet falls out and he kicks it to the side. He picks up a lipstick and hands it to her while slipping the wallet in his back pocket. She gives him a genuine smile. He dances away, turning away from her gaze to swiftly retrieve her I.D. He tosses the wallet back on the floor for her to find.
For the next few weeks he plans it out. Finding her address wasnāt a problem. Heād been studying her daily routines to find a pattern. He would take his icecream truck out everyday, circling it around her neighborhood. After a while he had finally come up with a perfect plan.
He knew youād be getting off of work by now, āāXcuse me maāam,ā you look up from the bus stop to find a man in an icecream truck waving in your direction. A seemingly ordinary middle aged man with long hair and facial hair. You couldnāt quite tell what his eye color was due to his thickly-framed glasses. He doesnāt seem too suspicious, āWould you like to try a free icecream sample? Itāll help with this heatwave going on,ā You hop off the bench and walk over to the truck, āYou would really do that? Thatās so kind of you sir!ā He asks you for your favorite flavor and adds his āspecialā sprinkles on top. He tells you that theyāre his signature look. You didnāt mind, after all it was for free.
You take in the first nibble. Itās delicious. You couldnāt help but bite back a moan. Your eyes shut blissfully as you take in a mouthful of the sweet treat, āMmm āshow good...ā it feels as though youāre on cloud nine. You take in another spoonful, and another, and another. You start to feel bubbly. No..you feel...sleepy almost. Your vision starts blurring. Your eyes flutter shut as you wobble to sit. Then everything went blank.
He looks at her unconscious form in the back of his van. She breathing is slow. He could hear the air flow through her slightly parted red-stained lips. He stares at her clevage popping out of her push up bra with every breath she takes. Her skirt rakes up her leggings to reveal a matching garterbelt and lace panties.
At least sheās a sight for sore eyes.
He drives off until his truck reaches the end of town, where a secluded warehouse awaits them. His workshop is already set from the prior months of planning. The gruff man carries her limp body through the worn-down threshold.
This is the first time heās been paid to fuck someone. Usually heād kill his targets on the spot and call it a day. But his employer had paid a shit ton for a show, and thatās exactly what heāll receive. Heās already sporting a half hard-on but knows that the guy wants a lengthy video. Heāll have to have a little help if heās going to be fucking her for hours straight. Canāt risk getting soft, not good for business. Heās gotta give the viewer(s) what they want. He sighs before popping a stimulant pill, mixing it with beer for an extra kick. He reaches into his sweatpants and gives his shaft a few pumps until itās stiff enough to stand on itās own,
He has you sweating, naked, blindfolded, and gagged. Itās been 9 hours since you were abducted, but your tired mind doesnāt know how long youāve been here alone with this strange man. How many times his cock splurged his seed inside you. How many times he forcibly made you come undone in different ways. In some ways you never knew were even possible. He wraps his strong, chiseled arms around your waist. His hips jerk up and into your sensitive pussy, causing a muffled scream to escape your gagged lips. Drool slides down your chin and onto the dirtied mattress. His breath hitches as he ruts into you at an animalistic speed. His mind is somewhere else.
Shit! This pill is too damn strong! Oh fuuuck!My dick is on fire! I need to cumāand quickly. I canāt fucking stop her pussy feels like Iām in goddamn heaven.
He pistons deep into your cunt. Hitting your cervix at a brutally fast pace. Your breasts bounce up and down from him fucking your insides up. You could hear the echoes of his thighs and balls slapping against your pelvis throughout the empty warehouse. Your cunt makes lewd squelching sounds from being fucked over and over. No one could hear your muffled cries for help. His breath was hot against your ear. His long hair was dripping with sweat. His mouth licks a stripe against the shell, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the scruff of his beard against your cheek. He spits onto his hand and slaps in on your clit. He grips your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing the poor bud mercilessly. Your stomach begins to tighten again and you panic.
You whine like a bitch in heat. you shake your head no and begin to sob again. You were too tired for another orgasm to be pulled from you. Your free arm attempts to push away his teasing your clit. He slaps it away and has you coming for him yet again. Your eyes roll back. Your back arches painfully. Your mouth is slacked open. You canāt tell if youāre shrieking from pain or from pleasure as you cream around his memeber. His grunting becomes louder and louder with each hard thrust plummiting your sore walls. Youād never been fucked this hard before. In fact, youād never been fucked, ever. The man who hired him wanted to see you break for his own sick pleasure. His employer paid him double to keep you alive so that you could live with the trauma of what happened for the rest of your life. What he didnāt pay for were the extra 6 hours of hardcore fucking. The long-haired man lets out a throaty moan as his hot seed spills into your abused pussy once again. Heād lost count of how many times heās emptied his load inside. Your stomach protrudes from being so full of his cum. Thereās just one last step he has yet to complete, the cherry on top of his sundae. He chuckles. He thinks to himself.
See the thing about someone with a lot of pride is, you have to break their spirit completely. So theyāll finally give up fighting back.
He un-gags your mouth. He yanks the blindfold off to reveal your now puffy eyes. Your lips were chapped and swollen. He grips the back of your hair, causing you to yelp. He tugs at your locks until he has you forcibly staring directly into the camera. Heās gives you an order, āNow what do you say?ā Your voice was hoarse from hours of screaming but still, nonetheless, you were audible, āTh-Thank you...thank you f-for fucking me...ā your eyes are glassy. Your mind had finally been broken. He tosses you back on the mattress, letting you cry it out.
You can hear him lighting up a cigarette as he approaches you. He reaches for a leg and pulls you to the end of the mattress. He parts your thighs and sticks his head in between. He gets close to your cunt, examining the damage done. He huffs out a cloud of smoke, āShit...best pussy Iāve had in years, I might just carve it out and wrap it for later..ā you shake your head, āPlease..no..ā you curl up into a ball and sob. He just loves to tease you.
He muffles your cries in chloroform. Darkness consumes you yet again. When you awaken, youāre in the middle of a field. You recognize this area, itās part of the community park. Youāre clothes had been completely changed. By the time youād reached the hospital to be inspected there was nothing they could do. He strategically cleaned away any form of dna left behind. From underneath your nails and the inside of your womb. Every part of you was spiff cleaned.
Shortly after that everything went to shit. Youād lost your job at the company from the anxiety attacks. Isolated yourself from your friends and family. The trauma had you admissioned into a psychiatric hospital for months, followed by another year of therapy. The second year you start to pick yourself up on your own two feet again.
By the third year you began a startup business, you now own a small thrift store. The usual customers were mainly young teens or an average millennials. You would recognize each regular customer that would walk into the store. There had been this one customer in particular who would spy on you. You noticed his stares before heād leave the store. One day he walks right up to you and actually starts a conversation,
āHey,ā you look up at him, āI was wondering if we could maybe go out for a date?ā
For some reason it felt so familiar. As if you knew him before. You shyly look up into this blue eyes filled with confidence. You hesitate to say anything. The man speaks up before you could, āYou know what, itās alright if you donāt feel comfortable. I mean Iām a total stranger and I donāt want to seem like a creep. I understand if youāre not interested in a relationship at the moment. Thatās fine. Iām sorry for bringing it up especially at your workāā
āWait! I-Iām sorry if I seemed a bit off Iāve just never been asked out before. Itās just that Iāve never been in a relationship before. I shouldāve said something earlier. Iām sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring your advances itās just that I donāt even know your name,ā You look up at him. Your face is beat red but you muster up the courage to speak ā...Iām free at 8:00,ā
He smiles, āRobert Pronge, Itās a date, and dinnerās on me,ā he winks, sending your heart flutters.
You close the store a bit earlier than usual. Giving you time to reapply your makeup in the restroom mirror. He waits at the front doors. The warm lighting highlights his features, making them appear softer. He hands you a small bouquet, you blush as you take it from him. He offers his arm to you. You humbly accept it.
How can someone be so kind and gentlemanly? You donāt see much of those nowadays...
The restaurant was a vintage diner with special coupleās booths. As soon as the both of you finish your meals you begin small talk. The conversation grows deeper and more intimate. You finally stop beating around the bush and finally ask him a question youāve been dying to know, āIām sorry itās just thatāI canāt help but feel like I know you from somewhere..have we met before?ā
His voice is deeper, āYou really donāt remember me do you?ā He couldnāt hold back his laugh.
He flings his arm over your shoulder until itās gripping the side of your waist. He tilts his head towards your ear, āIām the same guy who locked you in his warehouse three years ago...ā You shake your head in disbelief. He nods, āI couldnāt stop thinking about this sweet pussy of yours...ā he whispers, reassuring you that he is in fact, the man who ruined your life. Your eyes begin to prickle tears. He moans in satisfaction, āOh keep doing that baby...you look so pretty when you cry for me...ā you try springing from your seat in an attempt to escape his clutches. But he has a firm grip around your body. Before you could scream bloody murder one of his hands covers your mouth, āScream and Iāll kill everyone in here. Did you forget that I never back down from my word?ā He lets his hand go.
Tears slide down your cheeks, āPlease...what else more could you want from me...?ā You silently sob.
