Emotionless Robot

"Sara's point of view,"

"What are you doing?" The sensation of a hand on my breast woke me.

"Do you not find it pleasing?" He rubbed my breast and questioned me in a hungry tone.

His voice was incredibly alluring, but why did he wake me up in the middle of the night, disrupting my restful sleep?

Wait, let me ask him how he got into this room. I recall verifying the room's lock from the inside before retiring for the night.

"How did you get into this room?"

Even though I switched off every light in the room before going to bed, the moonlight streaming in through the window illuminated the monsters' features.

"Do you think you can get away from me, baby?"

In a blink of an eye, he was over me.

"What are you doing? Let me go to sleep." I became aware that he had undone my shirt button, exposing my bare breast, as I felt the warmth of his body.

His shirt is doing nothing good for my body. What's the point of covering my backside with his shirt when he's already lying on my body? I didn't even put my underwear under his shirt. Because of his weight, I was unable to move from my position.

"Why are you wearing my shirt without my consent?" He pulled my hair and looked directly at me.

Well, he's talking about permission now. Is he familiar with this concept?

"I donned anything I found in the cabinet because I had nothing on to cover my body."

His lips are inches from mine, so it's really hard for me to have a normal conversation with him.

"You might come to me for clothing." On my cheeks, I felt his warm breath. His voice is unmistakably menacing and heavy, but his eyes simply reflect lust.

"I'd like to sleep, Aron. I'm tired." I made an effort to avert my eyes from his lust-filled stare.

"I will not let you sleep. I want you ready for the next round." He caressed my pussy with his firm dick.

"What?

One more round?"

Did he believe that I was nothing more than a fucking machine that he could activate whenever he wished? I glanced at him with terror-filled eyes.

"What do you think of me, Aron?

Do you believe that I am an emotionless robot?

I don't love you, and even though I know nothing about you, I don't even like you. Then how can you say I enjoy being intimate with you four or five times in one night?"

The only thing left for me to do to stop him from playing with me is to let him know that I don't like him, as I already know that he can't let me leave him by any means.

"Miss Grace, do you sincerely believe that I am indifferent to whether or not you love me?

There is no requirement for the two bodies to know each other before having intercourse. Fulfilling our lust is the only thing that matters.

Sex is the greatest thing in the world, don't you think?"

He ran a finger over my clit.

"No, I don't believe that having sex is the best thing ever. We can manage without having sex, but love is the only thing that matters in this world."

"I don't believe a well-known erotic author can talk like a poet." He parted my legs by entangling my toes in his own.

Now, my vaginal opening was in direct contact with his dick. At the opening of my hole, I already have a deep cut. I feel as though someone has put salt on it.

"Please don't do this again. I have already suffered pain." I pleaded with him.

"You are really funny, Miss Grace. Nothing else changed—you just lost your virginity." He tried to push his penis inside of me.

His firm dick straining to get inside of me made me scream.

"Don't force me, please. I want to go to sleep." My eyes filled with tears.

Each of his two attempts to insert his hard cock into me resulted in an unsuccessful endeavor. In the end, he climbed up over me and spread my legs wide apart. He gently ran a finger over my vagina. His gentle touch on my swollen vagina made me feel amazing. He bowed his head over my vagina and circulated warm air through the opening.

My eyes naturally closed as I felt my pussy getting warmer. I was about to fall into a deep, restful sleep when my eyelids got heavy.

Suddenly, I felt like my pussy was being pierced by a razor blade. My entire body trembled at his abrupt move.

He stuck his middle finger into me and made a harsh, back-and-forth motion. It hurts me. As I screamed once again, I tried to flee from this beast.

But before I could get up, he grabbed one of my legs and pressed the other against his leg. I made an effort to raise my upper body to free my pussy from his finger.

However, he spread his other heavy leg over me and placed a cushion over my body so that I couldn't move.

It was the most terrifying thing I've ever felt, and I had no clue when I wrote about those sexual moments in my stories that it would be extremely difficult.

He proceeded to insert both his index and middle fingers into me, clearly not content with just one.

Even though I was screaming in agony, it didn't seem like he was listening. His lust made him so blind that he couldn't hear my sobs.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of intermittent fingering, he removed his finger from my pussy.

I was just attempting to regain my breath when he spit all over my pussy.

His filthy activities have made me feel disgusted for him, in addition to my anger towards him.

He splattered spit across my entrance using the tip of his penis before applying intense pressure to the penis within me.

I get the impression that his dick is like a massive sword, piercing through a tiny hole to grow larger. I attempted to push him away by punching him in the back, but he was so powerful that my punches did not affect him.

He ripped off one arm of my shirt and tied my hands to the edge of the bed with that piece of his shirt. He appears oblivious to my cries and screams as the pain in my pussy increases with each stroke.

With both of my legs raised in the air, he aggressively fucked me.

Now, one thing I've learned about this monster is that he doesn't care about feelings. He lives his life to fulfill his lust.