Chapter 16: Night Terror Relief
The scream tore from Rara’s throat, raw and ragged, ripping her from the suffocating darkness of the dream. Not the sterile hospital room this time, but the massage parlor’s dim back room, Bram’s face a grotesque mask of lust as Hali watched impassively from the corner, her eyes empty pits. Rara’s newly healed nipples felt like they were being twisted off again, the phantom agony as real as the sweat soaking the thousand-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets beneath her. She gasped, thrashing, tangled in silk, the opulent penthouse bedroom swimming into focus – velvet drapes, soft, expensive perfume in the air, the city lights a glittering smear beyond the vast windows. Sanctuary? Or gilded cage?
"Shhh, babygirl. Bad dream?" Bram’s voice was a low rumble beside her. He hadn’t been asleep. His hand, heavy and warm, was already smoothing over her trembling flank, moving upwards. Not comfort. Possession.
She flinched as his fingers grazed the underside of her still-tender breast, the memory of torn stitches and his brutal groping in the recovery room flashing white-hot. "D-Daddy... nightmare," she choked out, trying to pull away, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"Only dreams," he murmured, his voice deceptively smooth. But his hand didn’t stop. It slid over the swell of her breast, his thumb finding the hardened peak of her nipple through the thin silk of her negligee. Memory and sensation collided. She whimpered, arching involuntarily, a confusing mix of residual terror and the sharp, unwelcome spark his touch always ignited deep in her belly.
"See?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Daddy makes it better." His thumb pressed down, circling the sensitive nub with deliberate, cruel pressure, mimicking the pain from the hospital, amplifying the phantom ache. Rara cried out, a small, broken sound.
He didn’t give her time to recover. In one brutal movement, he hooked a powerful arm around her waist and hauled her backwards, dragging her across the slick sheets until she was sprawled across his lap. Her negligee rode up, bunching around her waist, exposing her smooth thighs, her shaved cunt, the base of her soft cock. The sudden vulnerability, the sheer dominance of his action, stole her breath.
"No! Daddy, please... not now..." she begged, tears welling as the nightmare's terror bled into the present reality. Her hands pushed feebly against the hard wall of his chest, clad only in silk pajama bottoms.
His laugh was a dark, humorless sound. His free hand clamped onto her hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, while the other shoved her negligee higher, bunching it under her armpits, fully exposing her breasts and vulnerable belly. "Shut that pretty mouth," he growled, the smooth veneer cracking, revealing the raw, obsessive hunger beneath. His eyes, glittering in the dim light, fixed on her exposed cunt. "Daddy knows what you need. What that filthy shemale hole craves."
He didn't bother with foreplay. Didn't tease. His pajama bottoms were shoved down just enough, his monstrous cock already thick and rigid, straining upwards. He spat thickly onto his palm, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room, then slicked his length with a few rough strokes. Pre-come glistened at the swollen tip. He grabbed the base of her cock, not gently, and used it to roughly position her, angling her hips. The broad, slick head pressed against her tight, unprepared entrance.
Rara tensed, a fresh wave of panic tightening her throat. "It's too much... too soon... please!" Her plea was a desperate whisper.
"Take. It." His command was a whip-crack. He slammed her down.
She screamed. A guttural, animal sound of shock and agony as his impossible girth tore into her. The stretch was brutal, burning, splitting her open. He held her impaled, buried to the hilt, her ass cheeks resting on his powerful thighs, her back arched painfully over his arm. The air left her lungs in a harsh gasp. Tears streamed freely down her face, mingling with the sweat beading on her skin. Her healing nipples throbbed with each ragged breath.
"Daddy's here," Bram groaned, his voice thick with pleasure, his head thrown back. He shifted his grip, one large hand splayed possessively over her lower belly, pressing down, forcing his cock impossibly deeper, grinding the swollen head against her insides. The other hand snaked up, fingers roughly twisting her sensitive nipple, sending fresh jolts of sharp pain radiating through her chest. "Feel that? Feel how deep Daddy owns you? Fuck, your tight little asshole... clenching like a greedy fist."
The pain was blinding, a white-hot brand. Yet, beneath it, the familiar, treacherous heat began to unfurl. The overwhelming fullness, the addictive drag of his thick shaft against her inner walls. Her cock, soft a moment ago, twitched against his abdomen, then began to thicken, to harden, betraying her completely. A choked sob escaped her, but it was followed by an involuntary whimper of pleasure as he pulled her slightly up, then slammed her back down onto his rigid length.
"Fuck yes," he hissed, watching her body respond. "That's my good girl. Taking Daddy’s big cock like the desperate shemale slut you are. Ride it. Fuck yourself on me."
He released his hold slightly, forcing her to move. Trembling violently, every muscle protesting, Rara pushed herself up with weak thighs, the slide of his cock withdrawing pure, agonizing relief. But the emptiness was worse. She sank back down, crying out as his thickness stretched her anew, burying him deep. This time, the head nudged that spot inside her – the one that turned pain into liquid fire. Sparks exploded behind her eyes.
"Oh God!" The cry was startled, ecstatic. She moved again, faster this time, the rhythm less controlled, driven by the burgeoning need overriding the pain. Up, the sweet relief of withdrawal. Down, the brutal, blissful invasion hitting that deep, sensitive nerve. Her cock was fully hard now, slapping wetly against Bram's abdomen with each downward plunge, leaking pre-come onto his skin.
Bram's hands gripped her bruised hips, guiding her now, setting a punishing pace. He thrust up to meet her downward motion, his pelvis slapping against her ass with wet, meaty sounds that echoed in the luxurious room. The bed frame creaked and thudded against the wall. "Scream for me, whore!" he demanded, his voice ragged. "Scream how much you need Daddy's cock wrecking your ass!"
Rara obeyed, her cries a mixture of sobs and ragged moans. Her arms, which had been flailing, found purchase around his neck again. She clung to him, burying her face against his shoulder, biting the silk as wave after wave of dark, addictive pleasure crashed over her. The sharp ache in her nipples, the burning stretch of her ass – they were consumed, transformed by the sheer, overwhelming intensity of the sensation concentrated in her core. Bram’s scent – cologne, sweat, dominance – filled her nostrils. Her world narrowed to the brutal piston of his cock inside her and the frantic, dripping hardness of her own trapped against him.
"Gonna cum, Daddy!" she gasped, the tension coiling unbearably tight in her balls, her asshole spasming uncontrollably around his shaft. "Please... I need to cum!"
"Cum!" he roared, slamming her down hard, grinding his hips. "Cum all over Daddy, you filthy shemale bitch! Squirt that useless cock!"
His command, the relentless pounding against her prostate, the vise-like grip of his hands on her hips – it shattered her. Rara convulsed violently, her back arching like a bowstring. A raw, guttural scream tore from her throat, echoing off the penthouse walls as her cock jerked and pulsed. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across Bram's chest and stomach, some landing on her own heaving belly. Her ass clenched in fierce, rhythmic spasms, milking his cock deep inside her.
"FUCKING TAKE IT!" Bram bellowed, his own control snapping. He held her impaled, slamming upwards with brutal, short strokes as he erupted. Rara felt the hot, liquid flood fill her, the powerful pulsing throb of his release deep in her bowels. He groaned, a sound of pure animal satisfaction, grinding his cock against her spasming walls, emptying himself completely.
They collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and labored breathing. Bram softened inside her with a wet, sucking sound as he finally pulled her off, letting her slump sideways onto the ruined silk sheets. She was a mess: tear-streaked face, breasts flushed and heaving, nipples painfully erect and bruised, cum drying on her belly and thighs, her own cock softening against her hip, leaking weakly. His seed seeped from her gaping, abused asshole onto the expensive fabric. The sharp tang of sex overpowered the lingering perfume.
Bram took a few deep breaths, then casually pushed himself off the bed. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable, his own chest and stomach streaked with her release. He wiped himself clean with a corner of the sheet, then pulled up his pajama bottoms. "See?" he said, his voice back to that deceptively calm murmur. "Daddy makes the nightmares go away." He walked towards the en-suite bathroom, pausing at the door. "Clean yourself up. Hali called while you were screaming. Sounded worried." He disappeared inside, leaving the door ajar.
Rara lay trembling, the aftershocks of orgasm and trauma vibrating through her. The phantom pain in her nipples was real again, a dull throb. But deeper, the familiar, insistent ache in her ass, the echo of his possession, pulsed like a second heartbeat. Hali. Guilt, sharp and cold, sliced through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. She heard the shower turn on. Her gaze drifted to the nightstand where her phone lay, the screen dark. Silence, then a faint buzz. Hali’s name flashed. Rara closed her eyes, a fresh tear tracing a path through the drying salt on her cheek. Her hand remained limp at her side, sticky and trembling. The phone buzzed again, insistent.
The phone buzzed again, insistent. Hali’s face illuminated the screen, a beacon of soft concern in the dim luxury. Rara squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head away on the damp silk pillowcase, the ghost of Bram’s cologne and her own terror thick in her nostrils. Her ass throbbed, a raw, open ache where his monstrous cock had just been, his seed cooling as it leaked onto the sheets beneath her. She couldn’t face Hali’s voice, not now, not with Bram’s scent still clinging to her skin and the phantom stretch of him inside her making her clench involuntarily. The buzzing stopped. Silence. Then, almost immediately, it started again. She let it ring.
The shower shut off. Bram emerged from the steamy bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips, water slicking the grey hair on his chest. He didn’t look at her. He walked to the nightstand, picked up her still-vibrating phone, glanced at Hali’s name, and tossed it dismissively onto the bed beside her hip. It landed face down, muffling the buzz against the silk.
"Persistent little wife," he remarked, his voice flat. He grabbed her ankle, his grip like iron, and yanked her towards the foot of the bed. Rara cried out as her tender body slid across the damp fabric, the sudden movement jolting her abused nipples and making her gaping asshole pulse. "Get up. You reek of sex and fear. Clean yourself." He released her, jerking his head towards the bathroom. "And clean me."
Trembling, Rara pushed herself upright, every muscle protesting. Cum dripped down her inner thigh. She shuffled towards the en-suite, the cool marble floor jarring against her bare feet. Bram followed, leaning against the doorframe, watching her with detached scrutiny as she turned on the shower spray. Steam began to billow. She stepped under the hot water, wincing as it hit her sensitive skin, trying to scrub away the sticky evidence of him, the scent of his dominance.
"Not yourself first, slut," Bram growled. He stepped into the large shower stall, crowding her back against the cold, tiled wall. Water plastered his hair to his skull, streaming over the hard planes of his torso, washing streaks of her dried cum down his abdomen. "Knees. Now. Clean Daddy properly."
The command was absolute. Rara sank to her knees on the wet tile, the hard surface biting into her flesh. The hot water cascaded over Bram’s hips and thighs, dripping onto her face. His cock, already thickening again despite its recent brutal use, hung heavy and thick between his legs, the flushed head level with her lips. He grabbed a fistful of her wet hair, forcing her face towards it. "Lick it clean, you filthy shemale whore. Every drop you spilled on me."
His grip was punishing. Rara opened her mouth, her tongue hesitantly touching the base of his shaft. The taste of her own cum mixed with his musky skin was sharp, primal. He jerked her head forward. "Suck it. Deep." She took the swollen head into her mouth, gagging slightly at the sudden intrusion, the sheer girth straining her jaws. He shoved deeper, forcing himself past her teeth until the thick length hit the back of her throat. Water ran down her face, mingling with involuntary tears as she choked.
"Use your fucking tongue," he commanded, grinding his hips, fucking her mouth with short, brutal thrusts. "Clean your mess off Daddy's cock." She hollowed her cheeks, swirling her tongue desperately over the veined shaft, under the heavy ridge of his cockhead, tasting salt and sex and dominance. Her own cock, nestled between her thighs on the wet tile, began to stiffen traitorously against the cold marble. He watched it, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Look at that. Kneeling in the shower choking on cock, and your useless prick still gets hard. Truly a born slut." He pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, glistening and fully erect again, impossibly large. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread those cheeks. Show me that fucked-out hole."
Shaking, Rara obeyed, turning to face the slick tiles, bracing her hands against the wall. She arched her back, presenting her ass, the hot water streaming down her spine. Her asshole, still puffy and stretched from his earlier invasion, pulsed visibly. She felt utterly exposed, degraded. Bram spat onto his fingers, then roughly rubbed the saliva over his rigid cock and her tight, resisting entrance. The cold shock made her gasp. He didn’t warn her. He just lined up the broad, slick head and slammed forward.
"AGHHH!" Rara screamed, the sound echoing off the tiles, swallowed by the drumming water. The stretch was agony, immediate and savage, tearing through the lingering soreness. He wasn't gentle, wasn't slow. He buried himself to the hilt in one vicious thrust, his balls slapping wetly against her cunt. Her fingers scrabbled against the slippery wall, finding no purchase. "Fuck! Daddy! It hurts! Too big!"
"Shut up and take it," Bram snarled, grabbing her hips with bruising force, pinning her in place. He pulled back almost all the way, the drag a searing burn, then hammered forward again, impaling her brutally on his thickness. "Your hole's mine. Bought and paid for. You’ll take it whenever and however I want." He set a punishing rhythm, short, jackhammer thrusts that offered no relief, only relentless, brutal penetration. His cockhead battered her prostate with each inward drive, a confusing storm of sharp pain and electric pleasure that made her vision blur.
Her phone buzzed again, faint but distinct beneath the shower's roar, vibrating against the silk sheets in the other room. Hali. Calling. Again. Rara choked back another scream, biting her lip until she tasted blood. Bram’s thrusts grew harder, faster, driving her hips against the cold tile with each slam. Her cock, trapped between her belly and the wall, was rock-hard again, leaking pre-come that washed away instantly in the downpour. The dual assault – the brutal invasion of her ass and the desperate ache in her own cock – was overwhelming. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter beneath the pain, a terrifying vortex threatening to pull her under.
"You love this, don’t you, you twisted shemale bitch?" Bram grunted, his breath hot and ragged against her wet shoulder. He reached around, his thick fingers finding her hard cock, squeezing the shaft roughly. "Daddy ruining your ass while your little cock drips? Cum. Cum for me while I wreck your hole." He twisted her nipple with his other hand, the sharp pain arcing through her.
The command, the relentless pounding, the rough grip on her cock – it detonated her. Rara came violently, bucking against his hold, a guttural sob tearing from her throat as her cock jerked, spurting thick ropes of cum against the shower wall, instantly washed away. Her asshole clenched in fierce, rhythmic spasms around Bram’s invading shaft, milking him.
"FUCK YES!" Bram roared, slamming into her with final, brutal thrusts. He buried himself deep, grinding against her spasming walls as he erupted. Rara felt the hot, liquid flood fill her bowels, the powerful pulsing throb of his release. He held her impaled, his cock pulsing inside her, his seed flooding her depths, mixing with the shower water running down her thighs. He groaned, a sound of deep, possessive satisfaction. After a moment, he pulled out with a wet, sucking sound. Rara slumped forward, her forehead pressed against the cold tiles, trembling uncontrollably, her abused asshole gaping, leaking his semen into the swirling water at her feet.
Bram turned off the shower. The sudden silence was deafening. He stepped out, grabbing a towel and roughly drying himself. He tossed another towel onto the wet floor beside her. "Clean yourself up properly this time. And answer your wife." He pulled on his robe, his expression impassive. "I have a meeting. Don't leave until the cleaner arrives." He walked out of the bathroom without a backward glance. The bedroom door clicked shut. Silence, except for the drip of water from the showerhead. Her phone, somewhere in the ruins of the bed, began to buzz again. Hali’s call. Rara remained on her knees on the wet tile, shivering, staring at the swirling water carrying traces of blood, semen, and degradation down the drain. The buzzing stopped. Then started again.
The buzzing phone felt like electric ants crawling up her thigh. Rara flinched, her cheek pressed to the cold, wet shower tile. Hali. Calling again. Always Hali. But the water swirling pink and milky down the drain held her gaze, the diluted evidence of Bram’s possession. Her ass throbbed, a deep, hollow ache radiating outwards, the ghost of his monstrous cock still stretching her insides. A shudder ran through her, part revulsion, part terrible craving. She reached a trembling hand towards the towel Bram had thrown.
He slammed back into the bathroom before her fingers touched terrycloth. "Meeting's cancelled," he announced, his voice flat, final. Water droplets still clung to his chest hair above the dark silk robe. He looked at her, kneeling naked and dripping on the tiles, then at the buzzing phone on the sodden bed visible through the doorway. His expression wasn't angry. It was calculating. Hungry. "Get out here."
Rara obeyed, wrapping the towel awkwardly around herself, the coarse fabric scraping her tender nipples. She shuffled into the bedroom, the thick carpet spongy under her abused feet. The air smelled of sex, sweat, and Bram’s expensive, cloying cologne. Hali’s call ended. Silence for a breath. Then the buzzing started again, insistent, vibrating the silk sheets near her discarded negligee.
Bram didn’t glance at the phone. He unbelted his robe, letting it fall open, revealing his thick cock already half-hard again, glistening slightly. He pointed towards the massive, velvet-draped window overlooking the glittering Jakarta skyline. "Hands on the glass. Ass out. Now."
"Bram... Daddy... please," Rara whispered, her voice raw. "I'm sore... Hali..." The buzzing phone seemed to underscore her plea.
He was on her in two strides, grabbing a fistful of her wet hair, yanking her head back hard. "I said now, you ungrateful shemale cunt!" he snarled, his breath hot and sour against her ear. "You think that pathetic wife phone call matters? Your only purpose is this ass and this mouth." He shoved her violently towards the window. Rara stumbled, the towel falling away, catching herself with splayed palms against the cool, smudged glass. The city sprawled dizzyingly below. "Spread your fucking legs!" His hand cracked hard against her ass cheek, the sharp sting making her cry out and instinctively widen her stance, presenting her swollen, reddened hole to him. "Wider!" Another brutal slap landed on her other cheek. She gasped, tears springing to her eyes, pushing her feet further apart on the plush carpet. The phone buzzed again, muffled now against the bed.
He didn’t bother with spit. His rough fingers, smelling faintly of cigar smoke, probed her tight entrance, pushing past the sore, resistant ring of muscle. She whimpered, her forehead pressed to the cool glass. "Oh God, Daddy... it hurts..." He ignored her, shoving two thick digits knuckle-deep, scissoring them brutally inside her tender channel. A ragged sob tore from her throat as he stretched her abused flesh. "Fucking tight again already," he grunted, almost admiringly. He withdrew his fingers, slick with her reluctant slickness and his previous spend. She heard the wet sound as he smeared it over his rigid cock. The broad, flushed head pressed against her vulnerable opening, a terrible pressure promising only pain.
The phone buzzed. Stopped. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Hali wasn't giving up.
"Shut that fucking thing off!" Bram roared, his patience snapping.