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You could hear his footsteps thundering up the stairs not too far behind you now. Seems that you underestimated just how long it would take for him to take that door down, or at least have someone do it for him. Locking him in his own confession chamber may not have been the smartest move, but it gave you a fighting chance of getting out of this bunker unscathed.
What John had just put you through, there was no way you could do that again. The hold he had on you was indisputable, his deepest desires laid bare before you and no longer concealed by his own mask of petulant righteousness. All you could do as he ripped you apart in more ways than one was…. stare. Stare into those eyes that held such contempt, such disgust, such overwhelming desire.
He had asked your permission before he fucked you senseless. That was as close to human John Seed could be.
It was only until after he made you cum the third time that you broke his nose with your elbow, snapped your knee into his stomach and ran for the door, turning the compression wheel shut behind you as he still lay doubled over with blood running down his face and his cock still painfully hard. Funny: before your confession, you would have found such a sight disturbing. Why did it make your cunt ache now that you knew the type of lust John was capable of?
He was gaining on you now. Your bare legs were aching, still covered in bruises from the fight you had with the peggies that had kidnapped you in the first instance. Your chest heaved, your ribs ached, your pussy still twitching insatiably. Fuck. The exit better be up ahead, otherwise you were well and truly over.
Here you were, running away from a sociopathic cult baptist wearing nothing but an oversized sweatshirt you had stolen from Nick and had been wearing for the last couple of days before your capture. Your underwear was abandoned, same with your boots.
He didn’t even let you keep your socks on. Sadistic bastard.
When the fuck did these fucking stairs end? Your wheezes echoed off the walls, accompanied by two sets of footsteps clanging against the metal, one set closer than it should be to the other. Maybe John was waiting to call the cavalry, saving it until you were within the reach of freedom. Sounded like him, alright.
You let out a shallow laugh as you finally saw what you were looking for, after the endless staircase hell you had just endured. The final flight of them. You could see the small amount of light that small square window allowed through. Looked like the sun had well and truly risen. You were caught in the dusk. Maybe only a couple of hours had passed since then. Days? Possibly. You had no idea how long that bliss bullet had you knocked out for.
Your thighs screamed for a reprieve as you practically threw yourself up those final steps. You crashed up against the final door, the thick metal being the last thing keeping you from the outside world, free of the morally bankrupt and sexually perplexing world you had just seen a glimpse of. A world John Seed was intent on keeping you inside.
Your hands found the wheel and began to twist it round. Nothing, not even the smallest bit of give. You kept pulling, despite how much your body wanted, needed you to give up. You were just too fucking tired. All you wanted to do was to slump on the floor and accept whatever fate John had in store for you for your disobedience.
At least by the end of it, you would be able to rest. Whether that was tied to a chair, in his bed, or in whatever afterlife lay waiting for you. Outside that door, you were still the deputy. Hope County’s resident one-person army, and general dogsbody.
At times, you did start to think about whether the Resistance were actually just using you to achieve their goals, or do the things they were too scared to do for themselves. The fact that seemingly nobody had tried to save you from being caught by John, despite the sheer amount of radio chatter from the peggies before and during the capture party, didn’t exactly help their case. You didn’t want to dig too deep there. After all, you had already sacrificed so much for this cause whether it was truly your own or not. Besides, what was the alternative?
“Aw, is the lock stuck? That’s a shame. You almost impressed me there.”
Your head whipped round. You didn’t register when John’s footsteps stopped. But now the stairway was filled with an eerie silence apart from your heavy breath; as much as John tried to conceal it, you could hear the slight huff that followed each sentence as he tried to recapture his composure. You didn’t strike him for an athlete, but keeping pace with you through nearly a mile’s worth of bunker corridors and tunnels? That was something. Not a good something, though. It made him an even more dangerous predator than he already was.
The baptist smiled down at you. It was one of those cold, hard smiles that resembled more of a closed-mouth snarl. His eyes still blazed with an anger so white hot it made you flinch in response.
“If only you had thought a little longer before you did something so… reckless.” John mused as he began to stroke the key tied around his neck with his thumb and forefinger. Of course, of fucking course he had the key to the bunker on him. As an accessory. He was untouchable and you were over.
“You want to leave so badly, deputy? Fine. Let me help you.”
His eyes didn’t leave yours as he moved the necklace over his head, still holding the key gently as if it were a small creature within its own right. He moved to the console that you had neglected to see, before slotting the key into it. He turned it slowly, with a gentle click of his tongue.
The door’s hydraulics hissed. Your hands gripped onto that wheel. You could turn it now and run back to Fall’s End, regroup with the resistance and come back guns blazing in a matter of hours.
But you hesitated. That chamber, and what happened within it. To submit to John was a choice you had made. You initiated that kiss, nobody else. You were the one begging him to fuck you against that blood-soaked table, nobody else. How could you go back to the resistance, face the people whose lives John had carelessly ruined, and look any one of them in the eye? How could you honestly tell them you were still on their side after what you had just experienced?
Besides, if you told them the entire truth of what happened in that chamber, you knew they would never trust you again. You honestly didn’t know what you were meant to do. Nowhere was safe. Nowhere was home. Nobody cares whether you live or die.
There was someone who did, though. To him, it was more about keeping you alive to play with, rather than actually wanting you to live. But that was something. At least he saw you as something.
You didn’t turn the wheel. Your grip loosened until your arms fell away from where they strained above your head, falling down to your sides. Your forehead hit the metal of the door with a dull thud.
You could swear you heard a sharp exhale from behind. Relief? Possibly. With the cruel laugh that followed, you weren’t entirely sure what he was feeling.
“Would you look at that? Have I just defeated the great and powerful deputy? Just with a couple of days in the confession room, you’ve become obedient. Huh. I’ll be perfectly honest…”
A rough hand tugged at your hair, pulling you backwards where you landed on your ass. John moved to stand in front of you before grabbing your chin and forcefully tilting it upwards, squeezing your cheeks with his thumb and forefinger. “…I’m disappointed in you. You could have done so much better.”
“I’m… sorry, John.” You didn’t even recognise your own voice, broken and whiny.
Another cruel laugh. “Pathetic. So fucking pathetic. And to think at one time I was scared of you. Now you’re nothing. Was that your realisation? You just found out that you mean nothing to nobody? That I’m the only person who sees what you are?”
You found yourself nodding, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re crying now? What a sensitive little slut I have right here. Well, bawl all you want. You’re all mine now, deputy. Nobody’s coming to rescue your worthless ass. Nobody cares about you like I do. All you have in this world is me. Isn’t that right?”
You looked up at him. There it was, that look again. Contempt. Disgust. A desire so overwhelming you let out a pitiful whimper at his feet.
“Say it, deputy.”
“Yes.”
“Not good enough. Say the whole thing.”
“You’re…” You swallowed thickly, every part of you screaming in exhaustion, defiance and lust. “You’re all I have."
John’s grin disturbed you, yet you could feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter by the second.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re hopeless. Now, we’re going to finish what we started, aren’t we?”
“Okay.” You let out a shaky breath as you tried to stand, expecting John to lead you back to the confession chamber. Instead, two hands grabbed hold of your shoulders and forced you back onto your knees.
“No. Not when you’re so pretty and pathetic right now, kneeling before me like this. For such a nobody, you make my cock so fucking hard.”
Punctuating his words, he began to palm himself through his dress pants. You could see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric, and you wanted nothing more than to see it. To have it in front of you. To taste it, the only thing that held any meaning to you right now, and from now on.
He tilted his head condescendingly, wetting his lips with his tongue. “Such a waste of potential. You could have been something spectacular. Now… you’re nothing.”
You maintained eye contact with him as a hand moved down to the zip of his pants. His belt was nowhere to be seen, most likely still lying on the floor of his confession chamber where you had thrown it in your desperation. As he removed them and allowed the fabric to fall to his ankles, you saw that he hadn’t put his boxers back on either. Whether that was in a rush to retrieve you, or because he knew what would happen next, you weren’t entirely sure.
John moved closer to you so that his cock was inches away from your face, as he began to grip the base as some form of taunt. Your hand moved from where it was posted at your side but his eyes narrowed, keeping you in line without a word.
“I can give you a purpose, deputy. Would you like that?”
Before you can respond, John pressed the tip of his cock against your cheek, smearing precum across it and marvelling at the result. With his thumb, he gathered a small amount of it and drew it across your lips. Your tongue swiped across them and you couldn’t help but press your thighs together. Even from the smallest amount, you couldn’t get over the taste.
“Answer me.” His voice was flat but you could see the way his eyes lit up in the dim light of the stairwell. He was loving this.
You couldn’t believe your own lips. “Yes. I want a purpose, John.”
“Alright. Say ‘ah’ for me, deputy. Open that Jezebel mouth of yours and let me save you.”
You followed the instructions, and as soon as your lips parted the head of John’s cock forced itself into your mouth, moving all the way to the back of your throat in one movement. John let out a drawn out sigh as he smoothed your hair back before grabbing it at the roots. You tried to make a sound of protest but it was muffled by your gagging as John began to carelessly thrust forward into your mouth, beginning to skullfuck you without a shred of hesitation.
“Take me, deputy. Take me like the fucking whore that you are. That’s your fucking purpose, that’s alllll you’re good for now.” John warbled as you gripped at his thighs in a futile attempt to slow him down.
You tried your hardest to flatten your tongue over your bottom teeth in order to not graze his cock with them. You honestly did believe that his threat wasn’t empty, and that even after all this he wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of you if you caused him further problems. You didn’t blame him in the slightest.
You breathed heavily through your nose as each thrust into your hot mouth went further and further into your mouth. You tried to relax your throat as much as possible in order to ease the tight choking sensation and the tears that stung your eyes, but the gagging was all part of the fun for John. He wanted to see you ruined.
His head fell backwards, his Adam’s apple moving underneath his skin as he gasped for air. Suddenly, his hips snapped forwards and your vision swam as your forehead met his abdomen and his balls pressed against your chin. He let his head fall forwards in order to make eye contact, sweat glistening across his skin.
“I’m gonna cum soon, deputy. All over that pathetic fucking face. And you’re gonna take it like the dumb fucking bitch that you are. Understand?” He punctuated each sentence with half-thrusts that made you gag helplessly as the tip of his cock abused your throat. You let out a weak gargle of dissent and John laughed wickedly before pulling your hair so hard that you were sure some came out with his fist.
“You dumb whore. Just you wait, I’ll make an obedient little bitch of you yet. Fuck, maybe I’ll get my brothers down here to break you in faster.”
You let out a quiet muffled grunt of dissent, which John managed to hear.
“Yes, you’re actually right for once. Maybe you’re not so stupid after all. I want you all to myself, forever. Nobody else will speak to you, touch you or even look at you anymore. No longer will you be in denial of your harlotry. I’ll be there every single day to remind you just who you are, what you are. And you will love it.” His voice was laced with hardly suppressed laughter bordering on hysteric.
The last few thrusts into your throat are brutal: you are now nothing more than a fleshlight to John, something he can empty his balls into without a care in the fucking world what happens to you afterwards. Why does some sick, depraved part of you crave this?
You felt John tense above you as he let out a loud growl, quickly removing his cock from your mouth before rapidly stroking it with his free hand. Within a heartbeat, he was cumming. Thick, hot ropes of cum fell across your face, coating your forehead, cheeks and chin. Some landed in your hair, some dripped down your nose and into your mouth that gasped for anything resembling air after it had been so thoroughly abused by John’s cock.
You tasted that now familiar flavour on your tongue. That depraved part of you took hold, as your tongue darted out to catch any drops of cum that were still oozing from his tip.
You heard that cold laugh echo against the metal frames of the stairwell. The hand on your hair suddenly loosened, and before you could react there was a phone camera in your face. The bright flash made you squint your eyes shut, which only made John laugh harder.
“Wow, deputy. With my cum all over your face, you’re fucking radiant. A shame that it’ll come off at some point. Ah well, we can always do this again. We have all the time in the world, after all.”
As the phone was slipped back into John’s pocket, his grip on your shoulder forced you to stand up, despite how your entire body shook with something so unfamiliar, something so fucking primal it made you twitch with the exertion of it.
“I think that will be the perfect picture to send to the resistance before the collapse, don’t you? The once-heroic deputy, a slave to my cock. Think of how they’ll react. You’ve failed them, deputy. They’ll hate you even more than they already do, if that’s possible.”
“Did I… did I fail you, John?” You practically wheezed.
That laugh again.
“No, my dear. You’re my pretty little whore now. And I’ll cherish you until the end of days.”
That made you smile, a wilting thing that played upon your lips like a child’s drawing, a squiggle of uncertainty. Your hand gingerly reached for his arm, and despite himself John melted a little when you laced your fingers with his and began walking back down the stairs, back to sanctuary.