I'm back lol I just felt like I should try to get back into it with some of the untranslated 123 rhodes island stuff. Her theater girl transbian energy has captivated me.
EDIT: i had to change page 2 cus i forgot to typeset the words on her paper in page 2 panel 2
There was an imprint of his dick poking out of your stomach and new bruises were already forming in all the places he deemed his favourite
You wish he’d be gentle just once, he kidnapped you, forced you to be domestic, bring him his bears when he got home, letting him rest it on your head while you keep his dick warm in your throat
Your could feel a trickle of something to liquid to be be the wet he forced out of you in the beginning and he hadn’t cum yet
You had drowned out the pain but there’s only one thing it could be
Blood
The thought makes you sick, he used your body to chase his own pleasure the to the point he broke something in you, something that’s bound to ache when you wake up tomorrow
His hands are groping you from behind and his skin is like sandpaper, well used and roughly pinching your nipples
“Hmm fuck babe” his face comes down into your neck and he starts slobbering all over
His teeth sink in right before he pulls away to switch side and latch on again he fallows his next bite with a hard thrust that knocks the wind out of you, not that his thrusts didn’t hurt normally
Your made it easier for him to slip in and out but the friction was still to painful, there where no hints of pleasure just pure raw pain
He was getting close though, his balls are swollen and slapping against you with each thrust and his hard dick twitching inside you more often
“I love you” his face is still buried in your neck, your sure to have marks that’ll remind you of this bad experience tomorrow
You cried the first time he took you, cried and begged him to stop, said that, he was hurting you, at that time you had no idea who he was, you had no idea the things he would do, break your ribs you a single punch just for trying to run away, as if it was your fault
His hips don’t slow or stutter when he starts to cum, the warmth spreading all throughout your insides and his hands running along any squishy part of you he could reach
He lets you go any you flop onto the mattress in a sweaty mound surrounded by furs he no doubt killed himself
“I’ll get ya a a towel” how nice of him to tend to your after he wrecks your body and mind
You roll over into your back and sink into the fur, maybe one day you’ll be dead at his hand and he’ll keep you in some way