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The Digital Circus was a prison, every bright, cheery detail a sick joke on your desperate need for escape. You were losing it, your mind spinning with the same dead-end thoughts, trying to break free from this goddamn nightmare. It was driving you nuts, the realisation that you were stuck here with no way out, the fucking walls closing in on you, and the sense of hopelessness sinking its claws deep into your soul. Everything was too perfect, too fake, mocking your every step as you hunted for an exit that didn't exist. The Digital Circus was a twisted, mocking hell, and you were on the edge of losing it completely.
“Thinking about that exit again, aren't you?” he murmured. “Look at you, so lost. You really think there's a way out of this place?” his hand gripped your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back and meet his gaze. His eyes bore into you with a mix of disdain and twisted pleasure. “Maybe you should focus on something else. Like being a good little toy for me. C’mon, cry for me," he whispered, leaning closer to you. “You know how much I love those tears. They make you so much more fun to fuck.” it was a cruel reminder of the deal you had made.
As Jax's mocking words filled your ears, you felt a surge of humiliation and anger bubbling within you. “You're a sick bastard.” you spat back, but he only chuckled darkly in response, his grip on your hair tightening slightly, causing pain.
“You don't get to talk back to me, sweetheart, you’re nothing but a toy for my amusement, remember that.” he said as he forced you on your knees before him. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared up at him. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Slowly, but you obeyed, parting your lips as he pushed his cock between them with a forceful thrust. “That's it,” he murmured as he began to move his hips, using your mouth.
You gagged and choked around him, the taste of him bitter on your tongue. But with each thrust, each cruel reminder of your submission, you felt the thoughts of escape slowly slipping away. “That's right,” he muttered. “let me fuck those thoughts right out of your head.”
You felt a mixture of shame and arousal. As Jax relentlessly fucked your mouth, his cruel words echoed in your mind. “This is what you wanted, isn't it? You begged for this, begged for me to take away those thoughts of escape.”
That wasn’t exactly what you hoped for when you asked Jax for support.
You whimpered around him, the humiliation of your situation washing over you. “Please—“ you managed to mumble as he pulled out suddenly, but Jax only laughed before slamming back into your warm mouth.
“Don’t pretend you don't love this,” his grip on your hair tightening as he thrust deeper into your mouth. “You don't wanna end up like Ragatha, do you? Abstracted and forgotten.” Jax seemed thoughtful for a moment before he chuckled. “You're lucky I'm here to save you from yourself.” he frowned as he forced you to take him deeper.
Jax's movements became even more aggressive, his thrusts gaining speed and intensity as he pushed himself deeper into your throat. You choked around him, the pressure of his dick against the back of your throat almost unbearable.
“That's it. . .” he growled. “T-take it all, you filthy little whore.”
With a grunt, Jax reached the peak, his movements becoming erratic as he released himself onto your face. You bitten your lip. As his seed dripped down your cheeks, you felt wetness between your thighs, the overwhelming arousal coursing through your veins. What a twisted paradox, you thought.
But as you looked up at Jax, his smug grin only mocking your horny state. “Look at you, all wet and eager for more, even after I've used you like the filthy whore you are.”
You felt desperate need for more of his touch. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice barely heard over the sound of your own ragged breathing. “Please, I need. . .”
Jax cut you off with a harsh laugh, “You're pathetic, all it takes is a little throat fuck and you're begging for more.” he leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered. “But don't worry, sweetheart. I'm more than happy to oblige.”
You trembled beneath him, your pussy throbbing, your felt so weak in front of him. “Please. . .” you begged as you reached out for him, craving his touch like a drug. “I need more.”
With a mocking laugh, he grabbed you roughly by the wrist, pulling you up to meet his gaze. “You want more?” his grip tightening as he forced you to look at him. “You want me to use you like the filthy little slut you are?”
You nodded eagerly, unable to deny this bastard’s words. “Yes—! Please, Jax, I need it. . .”
He chuckled darkly at your plea, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he leaned in close, nearly kissing you. Or you hoped so. . . “Then beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you until you can't think straight.”
You swallowed hard. “Please!” you whimpered, or more howled, like a dog. “Fuck me, Jax! U. . . Use me however you want.”
With a rough shove, he pushed you back onto the bed, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive hunger. “You like that, don't you?” his voice thick with lust as he pinned you beneath him. “Being my little toy to fuck.”
“Y-yes,” you gasped, your body arching towards him. “I love it. . . I— ahh, love being your toy!”
He watched your pleading expression, his thumb finding its way to your clit as he began to rub it in slow passionate circles. “Ugh, you’re so wet.” he groaned.
You moaned in response, unable to form coherent words as your pussy clenched around nothing, begging to be filled. “Yes,” you gasped, your body writhing with need as he continued to rub your clit, now pushing finger inside you. “Yes, Jax, please. . . More. . .”
With a wicked grin, Jax increased the pressure of his touch, his finger slipping deeper inside you as his thumb worked on your bundle, pressing harder. “Awwhh, you like that, don't you? such a dirty little girl, getting off on my fingers like this.”
You could only sob in response. Jax’s fingers driving you to the brink of ecstasy as he fucked you roughly, but slowly. “That's it,” he whispered to you as he felt you begin to tighten around his finger. “Come for me, dollface. Let me hear you scream.”
As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you found yourself leaning in towards Jax, your lips parting in a desperate plea for connection. Finally, fucking finally, your thoughts were consumed by something other than the endless cycle of despair and longing. You needed this, needed someone's touch, someone's warmth.
But to your surprise and disappointment, he pulled away abruptly, a look of disgust crossing his face as he regarded you with thinly veiled contempt. “Don't be ridiculous,” he scoffed, his voice scorn as he pushed you away. “I'm not here to play your little games.” with these words he pushed you back, his fingers still working on your clit and inside your pussy. “You're just a toy for me, remember? Nothing more, nothing less.”
The rejection stung like a slap in the face, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to contain the overwhelming surge of emotions. You felt so small, so insignificant, in the face of his callous rejection, a mere plaything to be used and discarded at his whim. But despite the pain of his rejection, despite the knowledge that you were nothing more than a toy to him, you couldn't deny the desperate ache of need that still lingered deep within you. You wanted him, needed him, in a way that defied logic and reason.
But Jax’s smirk only widening as he watched you squirm beneath him. “What's wrong, sweetheart?” he teased. “Didn't think I'd actually give you what you wanted, did you?”
Fuck him, you thought and was surprised you could even think in that situation as his finger reached deeper inside you, making you sigh and arch, your hips jerk forward desperately. Jax intensified his movements, his fingers and thumb working in perfect harmony to drive you closer to your orgasm. The pleasure was damn intense, overwhelming, but you yearned for something more, something deeper than the physical, you needed a mental connection with him, you wanted to feel safe. But Jax would never offer it.
Jax abruptly withdrew his fingers, leaving you gasping and needy for more. With a rough shove, he positioned himself between your thighs as his eyes stared at what mess he turned you into, flushed face, glossy eyes with needy look in them. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him, your body aching for him. But Jax, being an asshole he always was, wasted no time in thrusting himself inside you with ruthless force, the sudden action driving a cry of surprise from your lips. “J-Jax!” you gasped as he claimed you as his own.
He thrusted into you with a fast rhythm, Jax's cruel laughter filled the air, mixing with your gasps and moans. “You like that, don't you? Gosh, such a tight perfect pussy. . .”
“Yes,” it was wrong, you shouldn't have answered him and moaned in response to his thrusts, because it only provoked him even more, but there was nothing you could do, feeling so good to be finally filled. “Ohh, yes, Jax, ple-please!“
His cock twitched inside you as he heard your desperate moans. Jax's laughter filled the air, mixing with the sounds of your moans and cries of pleasure. “That's right, sweetheart,” he muttered right into your mouth, nearly kissing you, again. “You're mine to fuck, mine to use however i please.” his grip on your hips tightening as he pressed deeper inside you. “so desperate for my cock, you can't get enough of me, can you? Admit it, you're addicted to me, to the way i fuck you senseless.”
Tears in your eyes as you try to answer him, but choke on your own moans, unable to deny the truth of his words as he ruins your pussy. “Ye-yes! im yours, ohh!”
“You'll do anything for my cock, won't you? Anything to feel me inside you.”
As the pleasure consumed you, completely clouding your mind, you found yourself blurting out words you never thought you'd say. “I love you—“ you look right into his eyes through your half closed ones, mouth opened as you nearly drooling, all cock drunk, in a pure sick bliss. “love you, Jax, i love you. . .”
But instead of the tender response you craved, Jax's reaction was another disgust and contempt. Raising his brows, he silenced you with a rough shove, his hand covering your mouth as he pinned you down with brutal force.
“Don't you dare,” he growled as he stared down at you with cold, emotionless eyes. “Don't you fucking dare say that to me.”
You whimpered in response, the fear and humiliation of his rejection cutting deep as you struggled beneath him. But Jax showed no mercy, his grip on your throat tightening as he silenced you with a cruel twist of his hand. You gasped for breath, the pressure of his hand against your throat cutting off your air supply.
“You're nothing to me, just a cunt to fuck, nothing more.”
Despite his cruel words and brutal thrusts, Jax couldn't deny that your pussy felt too fucking good to be true, his own moans and groans mixing with yours. “Fuck, ugh," he grunted as you tightening around his shaft, Jax pumped deeper into you with every thrust. “You feel so fucking good.”
The sound of his voice, so damn beautiful moaning on top of you like that, sent a shiver down your spine. With each rough thrust your cunt clenched around him, squeezed him so damn good, desperate for more of the pleasure only he could provide. The sound of his moans and groans filled the room as he moved inside you.
“Mhm, so tight, so fucking tight. . .”
As Jax relentlessly pounded into you, his cock driving deep into your pussy, hitting your cervix with each thrust, you couldn't help but moan in pleasure and pain, the raw intensity of his pace sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your pussy, the sensation of him filling you to the brim making you see stars. “Ohh fuckkk!” your voice breathless and your head fuzzy.
With a sadistic grin, Jax shifted his attention to your clit again, his fingers rubbing your sensitive nub making you cry louder. Your brows furrowed, eyes rolled back, feels like he fucked your brain out of you, you could do nothing, only lay here and let him use you. Tears streaming down your face as Jax continued to stimulate your clit. “Please, Jax, I can't take it anymore!” your poor throat sore from loud whines, your voice broken.
To your surprise, he didn’t degrade you or mock you for crying as he usually did, no. Your ears heard something you never thought you would. “Get those dumb thoughts of exit out of your head,” he growled, slamming into you harder, his cock sliding in and out of you with slapping sounds. “Why would you ever wanna leave? Here, you get fucked dumb every day, filled with my cum. What more could you possibly want?” but before you could respond, a sick idea entered Jax's mind, a twisted fantasy of sharing you with another. “Who knows, maybe i can share this pretty pussy with Caine too. What do you think, sweetie? Wanna be fucked by us both?” he laughed, watching your reaction.
“I. . . I don—“ but you never got to finish your sentence as he pulls out on you only to plunge back inside, much rougher than before, your walls tightening around him and you let out another loud moan, grabbing on his shoulders.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his groans and your nearly screams as Jax continued to fuck you, hitting all your sensitive places, driving you more insane than you already was. Jax finally lets himself lean closer to you, so you’d feel his breath on your neck as he pounds into you. That’s not him being sweet and showing love to you, that’s just him loosing himself in the moment of pleasure, nothing more, as Jax would say.
Jax's fingers dug into your hips, leaving bruises as he abused your pussy. “That's it,” he grunted, feeling himself nearing the edge. “im gonna come inside you, fill you up like the filthy slut you are.”
As you felt his cock throbbing inside you, his tip rubbing against your cervix with each rough thrust, you can only nod, silently begging him to finish inside you. You let out desperate moans, writhing beneath him, pleasure overwhelmed you, your head fell back to the bed as you wrap your legs around him, begging him to never pull out.
With a final moan, his body tensed and Jax came, spilling his load deep inside you, coating your walls completely. You cried out in pleasure, the sensation of him filling you up pushing you over the edge as you clenched around him, coming with a loud moan as Jax never stopped thrusting. He moved his hips, making sure that every last drop of his cum is deep inside you and only after that he finally pulled out, proudly watching as it oozes out of your ruined pussy.
“You know, i wonder who’ll abstract next. Probably. . . Gangle?” he let out a chuckle as he watched you not even able to open your eyes, too fucked and tired. “Anyways see you same time tomorrow, dollface.”