The creature. And it wants your mouth

You can't help but shudder when you see the tentacle faced mask again, then whimper when you see the thick tool hanging between his legs. God, it looks even bigger than you remember, half wondering if you can survive another round of that thing inside you.

"Hi," you smile, doing your best to display your charms. "I'm so glad you came back! I had so much fun!"

He makes no reply, just steps forward and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back and rubbing his meat over your face. You know what he wants but you decide to tease him by resisting, pressing your lips together and shaking your head. You fully intend to surrender, but you want to make this horny frat boy suffer a bit before he gets to enjoy you.

When he slaps you hard across the face you squeal in shock and anger. Before you can say anything he crams his cock into your mouth, then grasps your throat with one hand, squeezing you firmly as he starts to fuck your mouth. You try to push him away with your bound hands, but he slaps you again, making you sob with rising panic, then reaches down and squeezes and twists one of your pierced nipples, making you howl before he rams his meat into your again. Like before he grabs your throat, squeezing it as he face fucks you, shaking his monstrous head at you in rebuke.

The message couldn't be clearer. Resist and you will feel pain. And though you acknowledge the sudden flow of your nectar at his ****, the forbidden feeling of pleasure at being slapped and choked horrifies your almost as much as it excites you. You purr around his meat, your tongue swirling, wanting him harder, wanting this beast of a cock pummeling your tight cunt again.