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Right behind you.
Ragatha whipped her body around entirely, her wide eyes gazing all around the tent she had trapped herself in. Her heart was pounding against her chest, daring to burst right out of her. It was a mind game on her, hearing his voice around every corner. She held out the revolver she had found, a tight grip on its handle. As much as she hated violence, it was her only saving grace to defend herself.
No use in hiding.
There it was again. She was either going to die by a gun or to madness. She turned in another direction, holding the revolver that way now. It wasn’t like she would’ve fired a shot anyway. Something about the loud noise ringing in her ears and the sight of blood made her arms a little weaker. It was a sickening thought to be so fond of a gun.
She slowly began to walk forward again, no longer hearing the voice that haunted her. Her revolver lowered until it was beside her at her waist. Each step she took was as soft as a mouse, hardly making a sound. She was still cautious, looking around in every direction for the one who was haunting her. She looked every which way except the one before her. In an instant, a figure jumped right before her, and the gun was smacked out of her hand at the same time. Her hand was empty, and she was left defenseless. It made her heart drop at the suddenness. She heard the crash of metal as it slid across the floor, far out of her reach.
“Jax?!” She couldn’t believe her eyes, the man, or rabbit, standing before her.
All her running and hiding around the circus for nothing. It was for something though. For one, she was now trapped in a corner of the circus, a part where no one would ever think to come looking. Two, that purple bunny was holding a revolver, much like hers.
“Hey, Raggy,” he smiled, his golden gaze piercing through the doll that collapsed on the floor before him.
Helpless.
They all got guns. What kind of sick game was this? She would’ve taken a softball game any day of the week over this. Hell, even working another shift at a fast food restaurant would be better than a gun fight or a game of manhunt. As much as she wanted to kill Jax, it seemed like he wanted to kill her even more. She had no use up against that sick look in his eyes. His lanky body loomed over her frail self. It was something straight out of a horror movie.
“Where’s your gun now?” He teased her, holding out his own gun.
It was pointed right at her, level with the center of her head. One shot, and it was game over for her. The minute it was raised, she flinched, only entertaining him more.
“Wow, you’re really putting on a show for me,” he began to tak the slowest steps around her, the gun still targeted at her head.
The more he stepped around her, the closer he came to pressing the barrel to her head. She instinctively straightened her posture, her breath hitched as she tried to keep her composure. Though deep down she knew this was her end. It was game over for her.
“I know what you are going to do,” she sucked in a sharp breath, “So go ahead and get it over with,”
Jax pressed his finger against the trigger and it clicked. Ragatha braced herself flinched and turning her head away barely. A blank. She opened up her tightly shut eyes. There was a glossy look in them now as she looked up to Jax.
“Why would I end the fun so soon,” he chuckled softly, dragging his tongue over his teeth, “I love playing with you, dollface.”
She choked on a breath, swallowing as she stared at him. Her gun was across the room, there was no way she could reach it. A gun was at her head, no idea if the next shot would be a bullet or a blank. She was stuck. The barrel of the gun dragged down the side of her face from her head until it was lined up with her lips, though not touching.
“Wouldn’t you like to play with me too?” he asked, his voice nearly innocent.
The gun pressed against her lips now, though she wouldn’t think of budging open.
“What are you waiting for? Open.”
Her eyes went wide. He nudged the gun against her lips, almost rubbing the barrel along the thin line to pry her mouth open. She didn’t think she would, but she found herself slowly opening her mouth to him without a second thought. The barrel of the gun slowly entered her mouth, pressing almost to the back of her throat. She wanted to gag at the awful taste of metal.
“Don’t give me that look,” he scoffed, pushing the gun down to guide her to the ground.
She wanted to cry. Her eyes felt a little more glossy now as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Her movements were shaky, holding her hand down to ground herself as she kneeled down.
“Good, good,” he chuckled, cocking his head to the side before letting out a sigh, “Finally, I can see you like this rather than nagging me around like a mom. You’re so annoying sometimes, you know that?”
That hit her hard. There was a pang in her chest, her heart crumbling within her. FOr the longest time she had always cared about him. She wanted nothing more than to make him feel valued at the very least. Someone had to care for the biggest jerk in the world. But now to see that this was what he really wanted made her was to shrivel up and cry. A single hot tear fell down the side of her face. Jax shoved the gun a little further back, earning a soft whine from her.
“Oh, cry me a river,” he rolled his eyes, “Go on and suck it.”
The gun.
He wanted her to suck the gun.
“Suck,” he repeated again, a little more frustration in his tone.
She complied, slowly sucking the gun of it’s awful metal. She would puke right there if she could. He was pushing the gun in and out of her mouth slowly, getting a sick thrill from the sight of it. Her tongue tried to pull away from the taste, though it seemed impossible to work around. She knew his eyes were piercing through her, she could feel the burn of his stare on her. She refused to look up to him, giving him that satisfaction, but there was something so alluring about him. As if she didn’t mind looking up at him. There was nothing wrong with being completely humiliated by him.
He pulled the gun from her mouth, a long drag and a trail of saliva that followed, connected from her lips to the tip of the gun. He twirled the gun around, all of the saliva surrounding it scooped up and layered some more. His foot pressed against her chest and pushed her down on her back harshly. She didn’t hit the floor too hard, but a soft oof left her, letting out a gasp.
“I’m sorry,” he smirked, “Should I be more careful with a doll like you?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but it was barely a whisper that came out, “You shouldn’t be doing anything like this.”
He stared at her, eyes lidded and uninterested. She took that as her sign to shut her lips quickly before he shoved that gun back in her.
He kneeled down before her, now at her legs. Her arms were against the ground, holding up her weight as she watched him carefully. All she was waiting for was the minute he took that gun and blew her brains out.
“And I thought you knew me. You know I don’t play nicely,” he swiftly lifted her dress up.
Her face turned a bright pink hue, her legs closing quickly as a shiver trickled through her body. Never had she felt herself to exposed to another. Beneath, she only wore her white lace stockings and panties. It turned him on, just the sight of all that he couldn’t see before. She could hear his sweet laugh laced with the poison on his tongue.
“You’re cute,” he hummed, his finger hooking onto the waistband of her panties.
She sucked in a breath, shooting up to begin her protest, but he was far quicker. She wasn’t spared even a second to react before her forcefully pushed her back down and held his hand around her neck. Rough, but not nearly enough to have her choking. Only enough to earn more tears to stream down her pretty face.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled.
“What are you doing!?” she cried out, finally.
One hand was around her neck, the other held the revolver. Instead of his fingers hooking onto the waistband, it was now the gun that he used to push aside her panties. He no longer found a need to pull them down. There was a better idea that brewed in his head. The metal was cool against her most sensitive areas. Even more chilling when there wasn’t a thin layer of fabric in the way. She whined, now trying even harder to close her legs or shake that feeling away.
“Cut it out!” he barked, running the gun against her wet slit.
She wanted to squirm and shake away the awful feeling, the cool sensation that made her tremble all around. Jax shuffled his body a little closer, using his knee to keep her legs spread open. The barrel rubbed against her cunt ever so lightly until it slowly pressed against her. He pushed past her folds and slowly inserted the gun inside her, watching as it vanished further and further in her. She screamed in pure pain, a shriek as she attempted to pull back from him.
“Shut up, shut the fuck up!” he snapped, the hand around her neck was now over her mouth, “Do you want me to pull the trigger?”
She cried, hot tears burned her cheeks as she frantically shook her head. She looked up to him, a plea in her eyes for him to stop and pull away. But there was no use. She saw no sign of him stopping. Her hot, shaky breath was against his hand, barely tasting her own tears that found a way to seep through the cracks between her face and his hand.
“Then shut up! What was that saying about women being seen, not heard? Yeah, I need a little more of that, doll face,” he chuckled now, his mood completely flipping from before.
She nodded, tilting her head back against the ground to look away from the mess before her. She didn’t want to watch that twisted look on his face as he fucked her cunt with his revolver. She could already feel the way the cool metal slipped in and out of her. The way it made her shiver and buck her hips every so slightly with pleasure. When she had gotten over the initial pain or it being inserted, there was a moment of pleasure. Her whines were muffled into softer moans and her gaze was elsewhere. Though again, she knew his eyes were burning through her.
“There you go,” he purred, “What a good doll you are.”
He picked up the pace just a little bit, pulling the gun out until it barely left her before pushing it harshly all the way back in to her. He repeated this same motion over and over, getting a thrill off of watching the way her eyes rolled back and hips roll lightly. Her soft moans created vibrations against his hand, knowing just what spots got him the most praise.
Ragtha bucked her hips against the gun, chasing after pleasure she shouldn’t want. It was wrong in every possible way, yet the mere thought was so hot to her. She felt herself coming closer, her movements becoming a little rougher and needier. Jax noticed this and quickly pulled the gun out of her harshly. She whined, tilting her head to the side to avoid his gaze.
Not a word was said between them. He pushed himself between her legs. The positions of his hands had changed; the hand that held her mouth shut now went to undress himself just enough, while the other hand with the gun now raised to his lips. He took a long drag of his tongue along one side of the barrel, licking a long line of her slick. He lowered the gun back down to her lips now, gently pushing for her to open her mouth. She was hesitant at first, a look of disgust on her face as she swallowed the saliva stuck in the back of her throat. Not too long after, she parted her lips slightly, and the gun went back into her mouth. It was a mix of his salvia with her own juices, along with that awful metal taste from before.
“I know you taste so sweet now, but I wanted you to taste yourself. To taste us.”
She exhaled, a tired look in her eyes as she looked up to him. Now, she was only focused on his eyes and his eyes only. She didn’t even realize Jax removing his undergarments until she felt something between her thighs, rubbing against her wet cunt. The feeling of him pushing himself inside of her was far more comfortable than a piece of metal fucking her. She could feel him in his entirety now. Every inch of him is being pushed into her. It was heavenly.
“You’re a good doll, aren’t cha?” he laughed as he fucked her, the gun in her mouth keeping her grounded, “Coming onto me now? Is that what happens when your life is on the line?”
She couldn’t help but nod instinctively, completely helpless to his disposal. She continued to accept her fate. The gun in her mouth, and her cunt being completely torn up. A few more pumps into her and she could feel a tightness build up in her core. She whined, a little high-pitched this time, squirming beneath him.
His hand grasped at her hip, fucking her more roughly. His grunts seemed animalistic in a way, chasing his orgasm as Ragtha hit her climax. Her legs wrapped around his body instead, her heels digging into his lower back. He groaned, the pain piercing him as he pulled out and released. He nearly looked more of a mess than she did, sweat dribbling down his purple fur.
The two of them were panting. Ragatha was trembling; Jax was too. He slowly pulled the gun from her mouth, keeping it close to him now. She coughed at the metallic taste that lingered on her tongue, shuffling back from Jax.
“I..” Ragatha could barely speak.
“Don’t speak of this,” he growled, pulling himself up and fixing himself, his clothes and all.
“I understand,” she nodded, swallowing, “Jax?”
“Yeah?” he turned back, just as he was about to leave.
“Uhm,” she blinked, glancing from left to right, “Did you?”
He tilted his head.
“I enjoyed it.”
He was taken aback, his ears falling just a bit as his face turned a darker violet hue.
“Me too.”