Page 22 of Off the Rails

“Holy shit!” I gasped as I felt the smooth wood sliding inside of me.

In one thrust, she buried the ax handle into me. She let out a groan as the pressure pressed back onto her own center. She’d positioned the flat top of the ax blade against her clit, over her pants.

Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed a small purple toy. She turned it on, a low thrumming coming from the white tip as she put it under her harness.

Blade brought her hands to my hips, gripping them hard as she used the leverage to bounce me on the wood handles.

“Oh, fuck.” Blade growled as her vibrator pressed into her clit. Ripples of the toy's airpulsing worked up the ax shaft and into my pussy.

Sweat dripped down my body as I tried to hold myself up. But there was no stopping the force Blade took me with.

Her voice had turned to primal groans and grunts as she pressed deeper and deeper inside me. My hands gripped the back of her shirt, needing something to hold on to as she took me on this ride.

I watched her muscular arms tense as she took my weight. And then my eyes caught on her small tits. Under the muscle tee, hard nipples stood at attention. Two hard bars visible underneath the fabric.

Blade laughed as she caught my gaze. “Oh, Trinket. There’s so much fun we could have.” Nearly breathless, I could tell she was nearing her own orgasm.

She brought one hand over her own shoulder, gripping my wrist and prying it off of her back. She pinned it to the wall behind us. “Put your hands together.”

Doing as I was told, following her rules, I removed my other hand from her shirt and cradled it in my palm. Every movement forced my pussy to stretch around the wooden handles of her ax.

Blade’s long fingers, still covered in my pleasure, wrapped around my wrists. “I like forcing you still.”

All I could do was nod, overwhelmed by the thrust of her inside me and the pressure of her hands on mine. The wood was rough, almost ridges as it rubbed against my G-spot.

A drip of sweat passed down her face as she moaned. “You’re so pretty taking all of me, Trinket.”

My body was completely at her mercy. More than I would have preferred.

I should have protested more, tried to stop her from fucking me with the handles of the weapons she’d used to kill someone the night before. I knew I’d wake up in the morning and not believe what I’d let this murderous stranger do to me.

But I couldn’t deny how unbelievably incredible Blade felt between my legs.

Besides I’d let plenty of men have me, and they’d never felt like this. Even in the dirty, back corner of an abandoned amusement park, I’d never been fucked better.

And Blade knew it, a cocky smile taking over her face as her head rolled back. Her ornamental tattoos stretched over her strained neck.

My eyes caught on her bulging, tensed forearm. Not a tattoo, but raised skin. Three swords piercing a heart. There was no ink, just scarred flesh.

A brand?

There wasn’t much time to contemplate it before Blade’s groans became a roar. “Come with me, Trinket.”

She was holding back, waiting to release until I admitted my own pleasure.

I took one last look at her as I felt her ax rubbing against my pussy. Undeniably hot, my captor was all bulging muscles and piercings. Like something out of a dream. Or a nightmare.

But as she pressed deeper inside me, the vibrator sending pulses to my G-spot, I felt my body give over to the pleasure. My legs constricted around her waist.

Blade grew breathless, still managing to keep her rhythm as both of us lost control.

I felt my body release onto her strap. “Oh, god.”

Blade groaned out her own orgasm, falling over the edge as her head dropped and her grip on my wrists tightened. “Fuck!”

Her thrusts slowed until she pulled her slick handle out of me. Holding me up, she slipped the ax back into the sheath on her belt loops, but not before running her finger along the length of it and slipping it into her mouth.

As her tongue left her lips, two symmetrical piercings revealed themselves to me. The dark metal beads rubbed the shaft of the axes.