“Fucking stop, you psycho!” Hearing his uncharacteristically concerned voice, I struggled against his grip as I rode him. Days of pent up aggression consumed me as I moved the only part of my body that could move. I lifted my hips and sent them back down into him. I cried out at the feeling of his rough cock entering at a wrong angle, but I didn’t care. My kidnapper’s voice yelled out, tinged with both pleasure and fear.
“Andy, Stop! You’re hurting yourself.” What did this bastard care? As soon as he was done breaking me, I would be face down in a ditch and he would be on his merry way. I may as well speed up the process. I lifted my hips again, sending them down onto his painfully thick cock. I yelled as tears streamed down my face. I felt the cock buried inside of me pulsing. He would cum soon. I tried to lift my hips again, but he wrapped his legs around me. Truly immobilized, I yelled out in rage as I struggled against him. A rough hand grabbed my chin, turning my head towards him. Insanity filled my eyes as I saw the face of my kidnapper. As I opened my mouth to yell at him, his lips met mine.
Different from all his previous kisses, it was just a gentle kiss. His limbs loosened, letting me go. As he continued his soft kiss, I relaxed in his arms. I sighed with delight as I finally felt his pulsing cock let loose a torrent of cum inside of me. My own dick twitched in a dry orgasm as I sank into his arms. Despite his orgasm, his lips never left mine, and they were so gentle. He wrapped his arms and legs wrapped around me in a full body hug. Thick, hot tears fell from my eyes as I slowly fell asleep, the rhythmic pulsing of his cock the last thing I remembered.