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Chapter 12

Birds of a Feather

BIRDIE

L ow light streams from the window, and I can’t help but feel as if this is significant. I run my hand over the tattoo and smile, but I really grin when I see Saw asleep next to me and the clumsy heart with the letter B I made on his chest last night.

In comparison to the elegant letters etched onto my skin, the tattoo I gave Saw looks like a child did it, but I don’t care. The fact that he allowed me to stamp a piece of myself on him after I had the courage to ask is all I care about… even as he watched me and guided me on how to do it, I could tell it was a big deal to him and me. Wow… is this the freedom I’ve always been afraid of asking for?

I’m not sure how I do it, but I hold in my excitement and roll over in bed, grinning from ear to ear seeing Saw lying next to me peacefully. The fact that he hasn’t woken up from our afternoon fuck nap before me like he always does lets me know that he trusts me and that I’m completely his. Why does that excite me?

Heart racing, I nervously lift the sheets and crawl on top of him… shyly… shyer than I have ever been in my life when it comes to a man as I lift his heavy thickness, licking my lips. This was in me all night. I’m sore… both my pussy and my ass were used thoroughly by him so masterfully, for hours and hours even as I was unconscious. I love it.

I clench around nothing, but the pain in my pussy is evident that he used me to his heart’s content. The thought flusters me and makes my sore nipple harden… I want more… I want Daddy to use me more… so much so that I’m a puddle and cum even more from the pleasure.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest. I fan my face and glance down at his thickness in my hands, still wet from me and him. I want to lick it… he said I’m his, so I should be able to clean it up, but with regret, I set it down.

I don’t have permission to lick it, so I’ll wait… I’ll wait until he says I can slurp it all up. If I’m lucky, he’ll take my head and force it down my throat until I can’t breathe. I clutch my chest with excitement at the thought, almost wanting to cum from that alone, but I don’t want to make him angry and not be able to cum later with him if he finds out I came without permission.

I swallow the saliva that pools in my throat and sigh, climbing from bed and going to the bathroom to pee, frowning when his cum drops out of both holes…

I hate it… I want to keep it there… but I can’t do shit about gravity.

After I pee and wipe myself, I make my way over to the kitchen where I pull open the fridge and take out the few eggs, glad to see they are still a bit cold and the last bit of veggies and chop them up so I can make Daddy and me an omelet, but I see that I need wood to start the fire, and there is none in here…

I glance outside beyond the curtains and see that, of course, in the crazy ass Texas weather, it doesn’t look at all like there has been a hurricane… there isn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun is beating down hot and fucking heavy even as it sets.

Shrugging on the robe that Daddy wears, I peek outside and spot some wood that actually seems dry enough to use. It must have sat out in the sun. I glance back, and I can see Daddy is still sleeping from the way his foot is positioned, so I run out and grasp a few pieces of wood, wanting to make it back inside before I get in trouble. I’d hate it if he assumed I was trying to run away again because I walked out the door without permission.

Quickly, I collect four of the driest logs I can find and go to turn to go back into the house, but someone grasps my foot and pulls me down. Before I can yell for help, a hand clasps down on my mouth as they drag me kicking a screaming far from the house. When they stop and finally stare down at me, I gaze wide eyed in the face of a cop.

“I found you!” he grins, looking down at me, and go still before I wriggle, trying to get free. However, as soon as I do, he points a gun to my head, cocking a brow. “I wouldn’t try to get free if I were you, Ms. Grey. You have the whole world looking for you and right now, I’m the only one who knows where you are…

I’m the only one who knows that you and that crazy inmate have been fucking like bunny rabbits while the world thinks you’re some innocent damsel in distress. But you ain’t shit but a whore who enjoys being fucked like a pig by a mass murdering asshole,” he spews, and his words disgust me.

“Yeah, I saw you spread that pussy open and beg him to fuck you like a whore. What did you say last night? ‘Please Daddy, fuck this dirty little pussy and dump your cum inside me?’” he laughs quietly, and I feel sick knowing someone was watching us.

“I could have called for backup immediately,” the cop sneers. “But couldn’t spoil my fun watching this little bitch, that the world is looking for, begging to have her pussy and asshole destroyed!” he cackles. “Hell, I must have came three times listening to him fuck you. Even as you went quiet he fucked you hard, grunting like a bear while you whimpered like a slut, accepting it all.

So, I told myself why ruin my fun? The world thinks you’re dead… all I have to do is kill this fucker and hide you away to have my own personal little cunt to fuck,” he finishes, and bile rises in my throat. My vision swims with disgust at another man touching me and hate boils my blood at the thought of him even daring to say he’ll hurt Daddy.

My heart pounds and I scratch at the palm of my hands, pissed, drawing blood. I want to call for Daddy, but he’s only got a knife…

“So how about it bitch? I’ll save you from the fucker who’s been abusing this cunt, and I’ll show you a real good time. You see, I’m nicer… I’ll take things nice and slow,” he hisses as he reaches inside my robe, cupping my breast, pinching my nipple hard, and causing me to flinch in pain, surprising me when I feel not a lick of pleasure from this.

I love pain… I love to be harshly fucked and choked and tied down. I love feeling helpless and out of control while a man slacks his lust on me uncontrollably and uncaring of how I feel… I fucking love it. I saw shit like that in porn and I heard people say all the time that porn created unrealistic expectations on what sex is, and they were not lying… I always got Mr. Nice Guys.

Two pump chumps… niggas like this cop who would only cum three times after listening to the nasty shit Daddy did to me. I used to find any way I could to get off harshly, causing arguments in my relationships so we could have makeup sex. But nothing felt like Daddy being inside of me. Even when it was against my will it was the best fuck of my life… I thought that I just liked that kind of thing… but I see now I was wrong.

My stomach churns, vomit rising in my throat at his cold, clammy hand on the breast that belongs to Daddy. As his hand travels lower and near my precious mark, I can feel the hate… the sheer searing hatred in my belly boiling for this man. How dare he touch what belongs to Daddy…?

I glance up, seeing his finger is on the trigger of the gun, letting me know he’ll use it if I move. Not only that, but he’s drug me far enough from the house that if Daddy woke up, he would assume I left and…

I tremble at the thought… I hate it… I hate it… I fucking hate it!

“Damn, you have big ol’ titties… just look at them.” He opens my robe, and I gag, disgusted, when he opens his mouth, and his tongue almost latches onto me.

SAW, PLEASE!

Before he can, he makes a painful, strangled choking noise and I fall out of his arms. The gun is no longer aimed at my head so I quickly pick it up, aiming it at him, but my jaw drops open when I see Saw holding the guy down with a rope to his neck, choking him.

I want to say the cop puts up a fight, but with one hard slam from those brick-like fists, the cop lays out like a bag of rocks. Damn…

I thought Daddy would be done, but he uses the rope and ties the guy’s hands behind the massive tree trunk, popping his arm out of its socket, forcing me to wince. Yikes…

When he’s done, he turns to me, and I go still as he stalks up to me like a lion circling his prey.

“Daddy, I only we—” His hand snakes out and grasps my cheeks hard, pulling me to him in nasty kiss that makes my knees weak as he sucks the air from my lungs. His tongue battles mine for dominance and of course I lose… I wouldn’t have given myself to someone I could win against.

“Where the fuck did he touch you?” He pulls away, leaving me stumbling.

Without hesitation, I point to my breast, and he strips me. His tongue runs up my titties, biting hard, sucking, and nibbling, leaving red marks.

“Where else…?” he pants like a big bear, nose flaring, and fist balled to the point I can see all of his veins. I want to say he didn’t touch me anywhere… I want to, but this is an opportunity… he’ll get mad, right? He’ll be upset if I say someone touched me where only he’s been…

I swallow, thinking about the consequences of the lie… is it worth it? I’m undoubtedly already in trouble for leaving the bed and cabin without permission… but this… this is different. This trouble will be like when I tried to run away.

“DON’T FUCKING MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF, BIRDIE!”

I jump scared, pussy flooding, heart racing. I love it when he raises his voice at me… I’m almost tempted to pretend I didn’t hear him, but I open my mouth.

“D-down there,” I stammer and point down, knees going weak when his hot coal-like eyes travel to my pussy.

“You let him touch my pussy…?” he asks with a straight face and my heart knocks so hard against my ribcage I feel my body shaking. That look... I tremble, seeing the vein in his head throb and the terrorizing gaze in those black eyes… he’s pissed… I’ve never seen him so outraged.

I shift on my feet, pussy walls vibrating and shuddering, literally dripping cum.

“I… I’m sorry,” I breathe out.

“You’re… sorry?” he grunts and the venom in his voice is like ice sending spasms straight to my clit.

“Y-Yes s-sir…”

“Okay… rule number four… unless expressed permission, never, and I fucking mean EVER, regardless of who the fuck they are, let another man touch what is mine.” Those eyes are full of contempt as he stares down at my pussy.

“Y-yes sir.” Oh God… I’m going to cum… I know I should say something else… I should explain that I lied… I know it’s stupid… but I’m a glutton for punishment. I want him to hurt me more… I want him to fuck me harder… tie me up and use me until I’m nothing. I want to disappear again like when I escaped, and the only way to do that is to make him mad… I li ? —

Blood… I blink as blood flies all over when Saw takes an ax and chops off his arm, waking the cop from his slumber, yelling at the top of his lungs. I watch as the ax connects the cop’s jaw then his legs, skull, and torso. Even as he lay lifeless, Saw hacks away at him for what seems like an eternity the man is reduced to a pile of ground beef and bone.

Fear grips me like never before as I watch a scene out of a horror movie take place before me. I want to run… but I’m so terrified I can barely breathe, let alone work my motor skills.

When he chucks the ax against the tree, it’s bathed in blood, at only the tip which I’m really impressed at since anyone else would have made a huge mess. That’s mine… and i’ma stick beside ‘em. As he stalks over to me, the full moon is out, and those black eyes seem less than human along with those wide, beastly shoulders.

I gulp for air, gripped with terror as he pulls off his shirt.

“Touch your toes, Birdie.” I close eyes and try to turn away from the cop to follow his instructions, but he grasps my hair and turns me back around, growling in my ear. “Who told you to turn around,” he rasps, forcing a shiver out of me. “What did I tell you?”

“T-to t-touch my t-toes…”

“Exactly.” He lets me go roughly and I swallow, still facing the butchered cop, doing as I’m told. Butt ass naked, bent over in the woods, and unsure what the fuck it going to happen, my pussy gushes with anticipation. “Look at this pussy…” I hear him behind me, forcing me to pant. “Look at this pussy that wants me to fuck it so bad my little cum slut lied.” He grasps my thighs, placing his thumbs on my pussy lips, spreading me open.

I can’t say anything… I feel dread. He knew I was lying… he…

“Oh, you think I didn’t know? You think I wouldn’t know when my pussy leaves the bed without permission, let alone leave the house?” he speaks, and I feel his breath on the inside of my pussy walls.

“I… I’m sorry Daddy,” I tremble as he chuckles manically.

“There the fuck you go with that sorry shit again, Birdie. What the fuck are you sorry for? Lying to me and purposefully pissing me off? Or for getting a semi-innocent man killed?” he asks gruffly behind me.

“I… f-for lying to you,” I tell him honestly and he laughs again.

“Damn right! Rule number fucking five…” He kisses my pussy, eliciting a moan. “Never. Fucking. Lie to Daddy!” He eats me so good I definitely know I’ll be lying again. “Listen to my Birdie… this pussy is diabolical,” he grunts as he plants his lips on my pussy, sucking, making my knees buckle from the pleasure.

“UGGGNNNNN!”

“Listen to those slutty moans. My Birdie just got a man killed and she’s moaning without a fucking care in the world,” he taunts as he stuffs his tongue into my pussy, swirling it around, causing the nastiest and most embarrassing noises I’ve ever heard, but I love it.

I grip my toes as the blood rushes to my head and my ears pop.

“UUUUGGGNNNNNNN AAHHHHHH!” I whimper as he eats me so fucking good, hands slick with blood. “DAAAAADDDDDYYYYYY!” I whine for more.

“Hell yeah!” He pulls back, leaving me swaying on my feet but he smacks my ass. “Stand the fuck up.”

“Y-yes sir,” I gasp, fixing my posture as I feel him undo his jeans.

“Line me up,” he demands, and I fumble around and grab his heavy thickness, pausing with the head at my pussy hole, moaning as the tip of his fat dick enters my pussy. OOOOOOHHHH GOOOOODDDDDD!

“D-Daddy i… it’s still sore… it… it hurts,” I pant dripping cum, pussy clenching.

“Good.” He slams into me, knocking the air from my lungs and the joint support from my knees.

“AHHHHHHH!” I scream but he grasps my left hip and fists his hands around my hair and yanks my head up, forcing me to look at the body before me, making my pussy clamp down on him. “UUUGGGGNNNNNN!!!!!”

“Look at your handy work, Birdie. Look what the fuck you made Daddy do because his cum slut lied… you made me kill a man with a simple lie by saying he touched what the fuck is mine…” he reminds me as he continues to ram into me. “You did this.”

“I…”

“You what? Go on and say it. Say I made Daddy kill a man because I wanted him to brutalize this pussy,” he teases and I can’t get the words out… they’re stuck in my throat. Shame overcomes me, but it’s too late because as stupid as it is, I don’t regret it… “SAY IT!”

“I… I m-made Daddy k— Ugnnnnn! I m-made D-Daddy kill a man be-be-cause I w-w-wanted.. oh fuck yesssss! I w-wanted him t-to brut-talize this p— Guuuughhhh! Pussy!” I stumble out as he fucks me roughly, grasping my hair.

At this point I don’t give a fuck what I’m looking at… I just don’t want him to stop. The deliciously painful force he’s banging into me with is punishing, and stars dance before my eyes in the night.

“Fuck yeah! Look at this murderous pussy gripping me while I fuck you like a dog. You like this nasty shit! You wanted me to fuck you so hard you were willing to lie about it,” he taunts, rocking into my pussy so hard my knees go weak, but he snatches me up and spins me around against a tree, making me wince when the bark bites into my back. He power drives into my pussy, forcing a scream out of me.

It feels so good! It feels so fucking good it ought to be illegal! The pain of the bark biting into my back. The force with which he’s fucking me. The depths he reaches as I watch Daddy slam into my guts… I feel as if I’m dying… I want to stay here… I want to live suspended in this space with him forever.

Tears spring from my eyes at how good he feels inside me. The malicious lust in his eyes, unmarred by love or gentleness, hints at more sinister things to come… God where was this? How did I live without this? I feel full. I feel complete. I feel free…

“FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!” I cry weeping, for my past self who never knew how good this dominance felt. I weep with joy along with pain. I whine like a bitch with shame at how fucking much I enjoy his dick grinding in my guts.

“Birdie, sing for Daddy,” he demands and smashes into me, and I sniffle in awe at him, as he licks my lip, making me fall completely.

“I’M DADDY’S LITTLE CUM SLUT! I’M DADDY’S L— GUUUUUUUGGGNNNN I’M DADDY’S LITTLE CUM DUMP!” I cry as his sinister smile looks me over and he grips my neck, smashing his lips into mine, kissing me and I shudder, cumming, giving him everything and drinking all his cum into my pussy. God… I never want this to end.

He pulls me from the tree, and I whine, back scratched as I assume he’s going to pull out, but he stays within me and packs me to the cabin. When we enter the cabin, the lights are still out so Daddy flickers the lights on and carries me to the room, and only then does he pull from my depths and lays, me on the bed, leaving my side.

I want to ask him where he’s going, but I’m already in hot water, so I keep my mouth shut and listen to him rummaging around in the bathroom before his heavy footsteps sound in the hall and then he comes back with a small white metal first aid kit.

Truly it’s stupid… but seeing his hulking frame in the doorway holding the tiny kit does something to me. As his footsteps scrape the floor and he grasps the chair and plops down, I tremble just being near him.

He’s massive… in every regard, and I’m always reminded of that when he comes up on me.

“Turn,” his gruff voice booms, brooking no argument and I do as I’m told, sitting up and turning my back to him.

I hear the metal kit pop open, and I chew my lip, fidgeting when I hear him tear something open and soon, I arch my back, wincing. pussy clamping and releasing a bit of his cum when I feel an agonizing sting on my back.

“STAY. STILL,” he commands and though I tremble, I stay as still as possible while he uses what has to be alcohol pads to excruciatingly clean the broken skin on my back.

By the time he’s done and wraps gauze around me, my back feels numb and I’m panting.

“D… Daddy… w-was that pu-punishment?” I wince as he tucks the bandage in place and snorts.

“What the fuck do you think, Birdie?” his cold voice sounds behind me and excitement gnaws at my belly.

“No.”

“Go to the living room.” Ugggnnnn! I grow dizzy with anticipation as I sway, standing naked, dripping cum on the floor before going over to the couch, getting face up ass down, knowing he’s going to spank my pussy again. But when I turn to him, he shakes his head and I sit up, confused at what he wants me to do. “Upside down,” he groans. I frown unsure, but Daddy comes over, picks me up, and spins me around so that my head is hanging off the seat of the couch and my pussy is spread wide the fuck open at the top.

“Open,” he says. I whimper, opening my mouth, and soon I feel his big ass dick that I can barely fit inside of me slide down my throat into my esophagus, unrelenting until he bottoms the fuck out. No air… no saliva, no cum, no fucking thing can get past the girth of this mother fucker in my throat…

His dick is so wide it burns and feels like he’s splitting me in two. I fidget uncomfortably when I feel him blow on my pussy, forcing me to moan, but when I feel his tongue swipe at my pussy, I gasp. He suddenly pulls out of my throat and slams back in a punishing manner. My eyes roll to the to the back of my head as he eats my pussy and rolls his tongue around my pussy hole.