Chapter 13 Chapter XII
After Nut and Bolo took the carpet downstairs, the former returned to the apartment and for some time diligently scraped and scrubbed any brain matter and blood from all surfaces on which said splatter had landed.
Aregularfuckin'MaryPoppins, Nut thought.
When he was done cleaning, he put the gloves, scrub brush and pads in a large Hefty trash bag. Then he went into the room to look in on Ygritte. She was on the bed, unceremoniously spread-eagle in her unconsciousness. He went to the front door and double-checked to see if it was locked before returning to Ygritte. Hurriedly unzipping his pants and taking off his boxer briefs, Nut climbed onto the bed and began kissing Ygritte forcefully, bruising her lips and causing their teeth to often clash. He reached into his inner suit pocket and removed a butterfly knife, laying it on the bed within arm's reach. Then he took off his suit jacket and also laid that aside. Holding himself up over her, he sniffed her skin, the sweat from her previous exertions having long since dried. But when he licked her neck, showering her with bizarre kisses, he could taste the saltiness of her skin and underlying scented lilac of the soap she had used earlier.
After two children she was still quite beautiful: heavy hips, a big bosom and ample buttocks. Nut couldn't understand why White men liked that skinny shit - there was no meaton them White women although, admittedly, that was changing. But perhaps because so many White men had such little dicks that when they were fucking skinny women, there was no obstacle to putting so little of the weiner inside. But a Black or Hispanic woman? That was a helluvaexercise course. You had to carry much of her weight and work through and around, up and over a ton of ass while sexually pleasing her.
Shitain'teasybutitshoisfun, he thought.
There was nary a stretch mark on Ygritte's stomach, which Nut began kissing and sucking softly. He licked her navel, sniffing at her vagina. Nah, he wouldn't eat her pussy after all what Julio had done to her, but that didn't mean he couldn't pet it, his fingers gently riffling through the fine and downy blonde hair right above the vagina. He touched her labia, pulled at it, petted it, massaged it. Then he mounted her, wasting no time.
The vagina could never be completely dry. Also, with some assistance of saliva, his penetration of her so-called "dry" privates was easily accomplished. He spit on his hand and lubricated her pussy before entering her. His pumps were even and powerful, jamming into her pelvis with every push. A hand squeezed her titty, fondling it, pressing
upon it's buoyancy while the other breast undulated up and down. Nut paced himself, taking his time to fully enjoy this pussy. As time passed Ygritte was fucked back into consciousness, at first disoriented, and then angry.
Nut placed a finger to his lips and mouthed "shhhhh." She continued to look at him with pain and anger in her eyes; lifting her forearms and folding them across her breasts she tried covering them but he slapped her arms back down. She was horrified and so ashamed, especially after the shame of getting caught with Julio and the latter's abrupt demise. However, this further abominable act was completely unnecessary and vile. Ygritte had a feeling Chulo knew nothing about this but that didn't help her at this very moment. She closed her eyes but felt nauseous; she had to open them again and watch her husband's bodyguard raping her.
Nut tried to kiss her again but she turned her head. He slapped her and she cried out and they began tussling as she fought back. He reached for the butterfly knife and flicked it open in an impressive display of clicks and clacks with light from the window reflecting off the deceptively slender blade. Ygritte froze, petrified by the ease with which Nut manipulated the weapon. He obviously knew how to use such a sharp object. He stopped flicking the knife about and put his dick back into her moistened pussy, leaning down to press his lips against her reluctant ones. She remained motionless, acutely aware of the knife's proximity to some softpart of her body.
Nut pressed his lips against hers again, this time holding the kiss, forcing his tongue onto and then through her teeth, pinching her nipple hard to rein in her stubbornness. He slobbered all over her lips and into her mouth, sucking her tongue and biting her upper and lower lip. He then bent lower and wrapped his arms around her back, the flat edge
of the knife consciously pressed onto the space between her shoulder blades. Sucking
at both of her tits viciously, Nut went from slow sexing to pussy pounding in a heartbeat. He was drilling her pussy like an offshore oil rig digging for oil at sea. She was hysterical, in a state of utter helplessness, distress and despond. Her body was also betraying her, producing more heat and moisture in her vagina the longer Nut raped her. She found herself simultaneously weeping and moaning partially in pleasure, begging him to stop, pleading with him, all to no avail that this wasn't right, it wasn'tright! He totally ravished her, fucking her until, horrified again at the level of betrayal her body could achieve, she orgasmed. Her neck and her face reddened in shame and disgust... and sexual heat as her vagina gushed fallopian fluids.
"Yeah, I knew it, you fuckin' slut," Nut whispered in her ear. "Tu eres un puta, verdad! Quien sabe?" He insulted her over and over, often pausing to suck titties or pull hair until until she would scream as he licked her exposed neck. Suddenly he increased pounding her pussy harder, more brutally and slower in his retarded thrusts. A fountain of white
substance poured out of him and nested deeply inside Ygritte's vulva. She bit down on a fist but couldn't stop the sobs wrenched from her soul. Nut continued humping her, pushing his ejaculating penis inside her vaginal cavity as far in as it could go. It was odd but he recalled an anime film called "Demon City Ninjuku" or something of the sort, where a bunch of demons trying to plant their demon messiah's seed into the right woman, wound up killing hundreds or thousands of women who would burst from their unholy ejaculations. Or simply be torn to pieces by the size of the demon dicks. Yeah, that's how Nut felt - like he could bust a bitch apart with his medium-sized manhood.
But the law's of physics just didn't work that way; fortunately for Mankind.
He lay in her, spent, then stirred only when he remembered that he was supposed to take this bitch somewhere.
"You fuckin' whore," he cursed at her. "Put on some fuckin' clothes. You going to Uncle Victor's." He dressed quickly as the semen dropped out of her swollen pussy. Leaning down over her he forced a kiss from her again, tightly squeezing her juicy tits once more before going out of the room and sitting on a small desk right outside her room he'd placed there while cleaning. He closed the door leaving her feeling despicable and disoriented, dirty and thoroughly violated. She wept bitterly, wondering why she had hooked up with Julio in the first place and a million other things.
The choices we make.












