Isn't It Sexy!

He holds me still so I can't move, his face close to mine. With his other hand he holds his gun. He holds the cold metal to my face running it down my cheek. 'Can you feel it, isn't it sexy'. He says as he slowly carresses me with his gun. He runs it down my chest, slowly down my belly, zig zagging along the way. Down towards my privates. I feel the cold metal pushed between my legs, and then inside me, pushing it all around and in and out. All the while he was sounding so turned on, like he wanted it so bad. 'You wanna cum don't you? You want me to fuck you with my gun! you want it so bad! '. I don't remember how old I was but I know that I was young. I can't feel the fear and terror but I know that it was there. I didn't even know if it was loaded, this could have been how I was going to die. But it wasn't.