Non-consensual sex

Fantasm

Abusive Ex

Marendallas Apartments, Gold Coast, Queensland.
The sun beat down on my shoulders as I jogged on the spot warming up my muscles. A young man sat on a recliner by the pool staring openly at my tanned legs.
“Can I help you?”
He looked up at me his grin faltered by my expression.
“Um nah.”
I stuck my Bluetooth device in my ear and began my jog down the tree-shrouded footpath to the outside of the hotel.
“You have 3 messages” the electronic voice buzzed in my ear.
“Message one received today at 7.20 am”
“Hi angel its your mother…”
I zoned out and concentrated on my breathing as I turned down the well-worn track towards the beach.
“Second message” The voice continued. “Received today at 7.05 am”
“Katie its Alex you have to call me right away Its James he’s escaped from home detention you need to get somewhere safe right now. Please Katie you know it’s you he’s after I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you. Please oh my god Katie just call me as soon as you get this.”
From the first words my heart had frozen in my chest and my legs locked me in place. People walking by gave me dirty looks as they tried to walk around me.
I struggled to breathe as my head tried to get around this information.
My ex fianc?ames Marshall had been in jail for the past 4 years before being released to the strictest home detention for what was supposed to be another 2 years. The reason for imprisonment? Sexual and physical domestic abuse.
“Third message” The voice continued. “Received today at 5.40 am”
A chill ran down my back as I recognized the voice on the end of the line.
“Katie pie.” The cold voice said. “You there baby? I’ve been thinking about you everyday. Every single day you had me rotting in that cell you were on my mind baby cakes. But don’t worry I’m out now and Ill see you very soon. In fact I just touched down at Brisbane airport.” His cold laugh ran through the phone and his voice changed. “Are you scared? You should be you little bitch cos when I get to you your guna wish you were never born”
I sagged against the wall as the message ended.
“Are you alright?” a stranger asked his face contorted with concern.
“Don’t touch me!” I shrieked batting away his outstretched hand.
“Fuck lady calm down”
But I was already gone running as fast as I could back towards the apartment.
“Alex its me I got your message I’m going back to the apartment to get some stuff then Ill come down to the station. Please call me back as soon as you get this. I’m scared.”
I pounded through reception and bashed my hand against the elevator button.
The elevator dinged and I jumped in. Shit shit shit why was this happening to me. I looked at myself in the mirror. My blue eyes stared back at me, frightened underneath my long dark messy hair. What was I going to do?
The elevator dinged again and I got out running silently down the hall. I paused at the door and put my ear to it.
I couldn’t hear anything so I carefully swiped the door key and tiptoed into the apartment.
I froze as there was a thud behind me and I turned slowly.
“Hey Katie Pie.” The voice from the message said as the owner stepped from the shadows in front of the door.
I whimpered and stumbled backwards over the coffee table.
He grinned at me, his eyes small mean slits in his tanned face as he approached me.
“How have you been baby? Me, I haven’t been so good. I’ve been hearing all sorts of shit while I was inside. Stuff like my girl getting with a cop. What’s all that about?”
His face suddenly turned hard as he leaned in and grabbed me by my singlet, wrenching me to his face.
“What the fuck is that about?”
“I’m not your girl.” I whispered wildly scrambling at his fingers.
His face contorted as he lifted me up and slammed me against the window, pinning me with his body.
“You are my girl you fucking bitch.”
Then he released his fingers and clenched my hands pinning them with one of his above my head.
“Please don’t James please can we just talk?” I asked uselessly, struggling under his weight.
“What makes you think I wana talk? 4 years and no visits can leave a man very lonely hon.” He sighed longingly and ran his other hand down over my breasts and stomach down between my legs. “Fuck Katie do you know how much I’ve been thinking about you… And your body?”
“Get the fuck off me!” I screamed flinching away from his intruding hands. “Don’t touch me you sick fuck!”
He bared his teeth angrily and shoved his mouth over mine ramming his tongue between my teeth while his other hand started pulling my shorts down my legs.
I screamed around his tongue and frantically tried to push him off me to no avail. My tiny 5’6” frame was no opponent to his 6 feet 3 inches of strong muscle.
He laughed around mouth and picked me up off the wall one had under my arse the other holding the back of my head.
“Where’s the bedroom baby?” he asked mockingly as he headed towards it.
“Let go of me you arsehole!” I shrieked bashing my fists against his head and chest “Help me! Help memfff-“
My mouth was suddenly covered with his big hand as he flung us onto the bed, me trapped underneath.
“Shut your mouth you stupid bitch.” He said uncaringly, pulling handcuffs out of his pocket.
“Fuck you, you fucking cunt your not going to get away with this the cops will be over here any minute.” I said triumphantly as he clicked the handcuffs around my wrists behind the bedpost.
He laughed and leaned forward. “Is that so? I sent some of my boys over to your pig boyfriend’s house. So Id be careful what you say to me.”
“No.” I said shaking my head fearfully.
“Yes.” He nodded gleefully. “Its just you and me Katie Pie all day long.”
“No!” I started to scream again but he covered my mouth in masking tape.
I shook my head at him as he loomed over me tears spilling from my eyes.
His face turned hard again.
“If your guna fuck a pig I’ll treat you like a dog.”
He suddenly flipped me over, my wrists twisting against the handcuffs as I was suddenly on my stomach.
His hands slowly pulled down my shorts and panties as I thrashed around before he lay on my legs to keep them down.
My breath quickened and my eyes misted with tears as I felt his tongue on my ass cheek slowly circling closer and closer to the hole.
“I remember you used to like this baby. You never let me do anything else though. Maybe we can try something new today.” I felt his warm tongue probing my arse hole and I tried uselessly to move away.
“Mmm it tastes just like I remember it.” He continued pushing his tongue in and out against my tight hole before lifting my stomach up with his hand and flicking my clit.
I flinched reflexively and moaned in fear.
“Yea you like that don’t you, you little bitch.” He snarled moving up to my ear.
He flipped me back over and ripped my singlet off exposing my boobs in their flimsy bra.
“Fuck yea there just as good as I remember too.” He said and lent his head down to suck on my nipple. He wet the first two fingers on his hand and ripped my legs apart before shoving them up inside me.
I arched my back and tried to get away from him but he started pumping them in and out of me his mouth back on my nipple.
I screamed and screamed underneath the tape but he didn’t stop.
“I know you like it baby you used to beg me to do this.”
His other hand swiftly ripped the tape off my mouth.
“Beg me to finger fuck you. Beg me you whore do it.”
“No” I cried “Please stop James please.”
His hand whipped up and slapped me across the face.
“Beg me you stupid bitch.”
“Please..”
His eyes wild he slapped me again.
“Do it!” He roared.
My eyes were filled with tears and my cheek stung from the blows.
“Please.,.”
“Call me baby Katie Pie.”
“Please baby… finger fuck me.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
“Yes sweetness Ill do more then that.”
He head moved down and his mouth was on my clit twirling in warm, wet circles while his fingers moved furiously in and out of me as I sobbed.
Then his head moved lower and he lifted my legs up as he ran his tongue up and up down over my arsehole, slit and clit.
“I want you to cum baby cakes.” He whispered his breath hot against my clit which was swollen from the attention.
“I cant.” I said my voice came out strangled.
He bit down on one of my lips causing me to cry out.
“Just fucking cum!” He snarled licking me out furiously.
“I cant!” I cried, “Please I can’t baby.” I added.
He sighed angrily and sat up.
“Fucking bitch cant even cum. How long was I in prison you stupid bitch? I’m guna make you cum for every day I was in there.”
I eyed him fearfully as he pulled down his pants exposing his erect, throbbing member.
“You hungry Katie?” He asked smiling crazily.
I shook my head. “No baby I don’t want- James please”
But he grabbed my chin and forced my head up, rubbing it against his dick and balls.
“Suck me Katie. I want to come all over your tits. Do it or Ill call my boys and you can say laters to the pig.”
“No!” I gasped and he shoved his dick into my mouth. I gagged around its length and tried in vain to pull away.
He grabbed my head and forced it down further. My eyes bulged and I started to bite down.
“This little piggy went to the market…” James began to sing as he started moving my head up and down his dick.
My heart sank in my chest and tears streamed from my eyes as I gave in letting him mouth fuck me with his dick.
“Uhh yea.” He groaned “Lick my balls Katie, taste them.”
He lifted his dick up and pushed my face into his balls. I gagged as I inhaled the musty sent and flicked my tongue up and down over them causing him to groan. I hated him so much but even more I hated myself. I should be stronger then this.
He moved my head back onto his dick and forced it down his throat. I concentrated on trying to breathe through my nose every time he pulled out a little. I knew he wouldn’t care if I choked to death.
As if sensing my thoughts he leaned forward and trapped my head between his pelvis and the bed frame, humping my face. I gagged on his dick and struggled to draw breath. Just when I thought I was going to pass out he pulled his dick out from my mouth and let me slump against the bed frame.
“Hey” he said slapping my face “Wake up sweet cheeks were just getting started.”
He flipped me over back onto my stomach making me shriek with pain as my wrists grated against the handcuffs.
“Shhh Katie or I’ll put something back in there to shut you up.”
“Please, I said groggily “I’ve got money you can have.”
“What the fuck!” He snarled wrapping one hand round my throat the other reaching down to pinch my clit. “I don’t want money you useless slut.”
I cried out with pain which only seemed to make him more angry.
“Shut the fuck up I’m sick of your whinging cant a man just fuck his girl for fuck sake?”
With one strong arm wrapped around my throat he heaved me up so that my body pressed against his and leant against me onto the bed frame. All the while his other hand rubbed my clit and fingered me roughly, rubbing my arsehole every now and then. I felt something push against my opening and tensed up automatically.
“A dick in your arse shouldn’t be too much for a dirty bitch like you.” He hissed.
“No!” I cried thrashing against him.
He laughed “Why, hasn’t your pig been in there yet?”
I began sobbing.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said wrapping the handcuffs around the bed frame.
I tried to stifle my sobs as he grabbed a pillow, shoving it under me.
I felt so exposed with my arse in the air. I felt his fingers on my ass and I automatically clenched up. He roughly squeezed my ass cheek causing me to cry out.
“Just relax.” He said before his tongue slowly licked over my puckered hole.
I felt his tongue stiffen up as he forced it inside me all the while rubbing my clit.
“Mmm you taste so sweet Katie.”
He straightened up and I felt his dick against my hole.
“Nooo Please, please, please,” I cried. “Please James. Please don’t you cant.”
“Ill do whatever the fuck I want Katie Pie.”
With that he pushed his dick slowly into my asshole. It felt so big and I knew it was going to hurt.
He suddenly pushed forward with all his weight slamming it into me. I screamed and screamed at the pain. It felt like nothing Id ever had before like I was literally ripped open. My mind was reeling and I couldn’t concentrate on anything except for the constant pressure and immense pain in my ass. He powered away grunting and moaning as he held onto my waist.
“Oh god Katie your so tight. I’m guna cum shit I’m guna cum.” He let out a slow moan and jerked around as he came in my ass.
I sobbed quietly as he collapsed on top of me.
“Phew that was great. How you feeling? Not very good I guess.” He snickered and rolled off me pulling his limp member from my ass.
“You should get cleaned up. I’ve got more planned with you.”
He clambered over me to the bedpost and turned the key in the lock of the handcuffs.
“Ill let you have a shower Katie Pie then we can try that again a bit later.”
I curled up into a ball clenching my ass cheeks. It felt like there was something still inside although I knew it wasn’t. It was just my arsehole being stretched so bad. The cum slowly drizzled out onto the bedspread.
“Come on.” He said, heaving me up.
The shower was one of those big open ones with no curtain just a hole in the floor. He set me down on the floor and began running water. It hit me cold at first then started to warm up.
“Come here baby.” He said pulling me to him. We sat on the floor and the warm water ran down our bodies as he held me close.
“I missed you so much.” He said and then his mouth was on mine, tounge forcing its way around my mouth. I tried to push him away but he grabbed one arm and trapped the other underneath me as he lay on top of me.
I jerked around trying to push him off me but he was too heavy.
His free hand moved down between my legs and roughly began pushing in and out of my pussy. The skin by my arse burned as his hand rubbed against it every time he moved inside of me.
Gathering my strength I heaved with all my might and he fell to the side on the cold tiles. I rolled onto my stomach and kicked him in the chest as hard as I could.
He let out a huge whoosh of air and clutched instinctively at his chest as I frantically crawled away.
“Fuckin bitch.” He spluttered clawing at my feet. I kicked out again then staggered upwards and half limped- half ran as fast as my sore ass would let me towards the front of the apartment.
I heard a crash behind me and then the air was knocked out of me as he tackled me to the ground. I tried to crawl away again but he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me towards him.
“No!. “I screamed bucking wildly “Get the fuck off me!”
“You fucking Bitch!” He roared wildly trying to grab my slippery body from under him. His hand reached into my wet air and he staggered backwards pulling me with him. I shrieked with pain as I felt a huge clump be pulled out .
“Im guna fucking teach you a lesson.” He screamed as he dragged me onto the couch. He pulled me around and punched me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain and wheezed wildly. His hand suddenly slapped me in the face then he had both hands around by throat pushing me into the couch.
I could feel my face going red as I frantically hit at his arms. His face was contorted in rage as he pushed me deeper into the now wet leather. Just as my vision was starting to go dark he let go and pushed his half erect member into my mouth pumping wildly. I breathed erratically around it my body weak from exhaustion. I could feel it getting harder and harder in my mouth until he pulled it out and flipped me over so my boobs and head hung over the side of the couch. He twisted my nipples making me hoarsely cry out in pain.
“Yea that’s right you fucking slut I’m guna give you the hardest fuck you’ve ever had in your life.”
He pushed his dick into my pussy and thrusted as hard as he could. My body lifted up further up the couch so he leant on my back to keep me from moving. I sobbed and sobbed my voice wheezing from his weight and jerking each time he powered into me.
“Uhh.” He groaned his thrusts becoming harder still “Yea, yea, yea, fuck yea.”
Finally he came inside me and rolled off onto the floor.
“Phew that’s hard work. I think my boy needs a break.”
He stood up and dragged me back into the bedroom before handcuffing my hands behind my back at the foot of the bed. It was an awkward position. I couldn’t sit down because my wrists were tied too high but I wouldn’t be able to kneel for too long without my knees becoming sore.
He grabbed me roughly by the back of my head and pulled my face into his crotch. He pushed his limp, cum covered dick into my mouth.
“Lick it clean bitch.” He demanded. Too tired to fight I obediently licked his dick clean the he lifted it up and pushed my mouth onto his balls. I licked them clean too while he moaned then he roughly pushed me away.
“I’m going to sleep now but I’m going to tie up that pretty mouth of yours since its not good for anything else.”
He pulled one of my long summer scarfs from off the door handle and wrapped it round my head, across my mouth so I was effectively gagged.
He stood back and admired me.
“Ahh that’s better.”
He then flicked the light off and climbed into bed.
I cried silently and knew that once he awoke it would begin all over again and it would be worse then before.

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Revenge. Chapter 1.

Carmen Fox was sitting in her dark bedroom with the laptop’s glow the only source of light. Her hip-length, straight, jet black hair was splayed around her and she knew her light blue eyes reflected the laptop’s light. She hadn’t been busy doing anything since Ross broke up with her. Now she spent the majority of her days doing this. Surfing the internet and visiting websites like Google, Facebook, and other various things. She was currently on Facebook.
Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt anything to visit his page? He wouldn’t be able to tell she was visiting his page, and it could only be this once. She decided on clicking on his name and casually browsing his wall. He never deleted her as a friend, so it was nothing she hadn’t see-.
What the hell is this? She thought. Her eyes were not deceiving her. His page said in a relationship with Sage Adkins. She couldn’t help herself. She clicked on her name and was relieved when her profile wasn’t private.
From what she could tell, this Sage bitch was a curly headed blonde with fake boobs and a perky personality. Ross hadn’t even broken up with her two days ago; which means he either left her for this bitch, or he was having an affair and chose the new girl. God dammit, she was younger too. That’s such a cliché. Carmen wasn’t old. She was only in her early thirties, but Ross was older than her and this new slut of his was twenty-six. Oh look. The little trend-follower was bi-sexual too.
This called for revenge.
The next night, Carmen put on a black v-neck t-shirt, so she wouldn’t be seen in the night, and dark denim shorts that would allow her to move her legs around when she went over to his house. There was no need in abandoning all of her fashion sense, so she put on some black, peep toe heels too. She planned on destroying his black Escalade that he loves so much. Nothing he can complain about to insurance, but enough to piss him off as much as he did her.
As she pulled up to her ex’s house, the lights coming from inside told her she’d have to be quiet. So she grabbed her bottle of white nail polish and slowly approached his black escalade. She doodled signs like middle fingers and cocks on all the other windows and some the doors, then she saved the best for last as she wrote “Jerk-mobile” in big letters on the back window and then went around to climb on the hood so she could write, “I like sluts, not women” so big that it covered the entire front window.
She gracefully hoped off the hood and glanced in the window for safety and did a double take when she saw Ross on the white couch that he’d made out with her on so many times. He was in the same position, but this time it wasn’t her straddling him and kissing his lips. It was Sage.
She couldn’t help herself then. Curiosity pulled her to the window so she could look at the two of them better. She looked at him first out of longing. She could only see the back of him, but his brown hair was as soft and luscious as ever. She could tell just by looking at it. His muscular arms wrapped around her little, yellow sundress. She couldn’t make out specific features, but her blonde hair was curled and flowed down past her shoulders. She knew from Facebook that she had blue eyes and a foxy kind of face though.
She was sure now that he was having an affair. No one is slutty enough to fuck on the first date if they’re looking for a relationship. Not at her age, anyway.
When Sage took a breather, she glanced up casually and Carmen dashes behind the wall and out of sight. However, as their voices grew louder and muffled sounds came from inside the house, she realized she hadn’t moved fast enough, so she started to run to her car for safety.
Heels were a bad idea tonight. She felt Ross’s muscular arms wrap around her waist and lift her into the air. She started to kick and fight him when she realized he was carrying her back into the house with his new slut trailing behind them.
She was plopped on the white, soft couch they were just making out on and he looked into her eyes with that brown, intense stare he got when he was angry and said, “You fucking bitch.”
She crossed her arms and gave him a sly look.
“What were you thinking, doing that to my car?” He demanded.
She didn’t answer. She was too pissed, so she just stared at him and made him guess. He must have known she wouldn’t just sit by and mope while he got constant sex though.
“Real mature, Carmen,” Ross said as he looked out the window to his precious car that probably meant more to him than both the girls in the room combined. “Sage is not a slut,” he claimed.
“Sure I am.”
They both turned their heads toward her in surprise. Sage smiled and walked in front of Carmen before she glared at her and said, “I knew he was in a relationship. I knew you were at work while he was fucking me. I’m a slut,” Sage leaned forward and put a hand on each of Carmen’s bare thighs and added, “And I can get real dirty.”
Pure wrath pulsed through Carmen and she slapped Sage across the face with as much force as she could possibly put into the blow.
Ross dashed behind the couch and held Carmen’s hands back, giving Sage full access. “What do you even miss about our relationship, huh?” she heard from behind her, “Working at different times? Living in different places? Having the same sex once every weekend?”
“I think it was the sex,” Sage chimed in. Sage moved forward and stuck her thumb in Carmen’s shorts and played with her lips. Sage giggled and said, “She’s already wet, just from me kneeling in front of her. Do you want to be pleasured, Carmen?”
Carmen kicked Sage in the chest and hesitated before saying, “Don’t say my name.” She was already wet from Ross touching her, not Sage. She needed sex bad.
Sage rubbed her chest with a disgruntled expression and said, “Ow, you kicked me with heels on! And that wasn’t a no.”
Carmen narrowed her eyes and said, “Sorry; wouldn’t want to pop one of your implants. And I’m not a lesbian.”
“Ladies, ladies,” Ross said slowly and calmly, “Maybe we can work something out here.” He sounded really suspicious when he said that. So when Sage smiled, Carmen squirmed out of Ross’s arms and stated, “I’ve worked out all I want.” This was getting out of control and she didn’t want to be involved in it any longer. “I fucked up your car and now I’m leaving.”
Of course, why she ever thought it would be that easy was a mystery. Ross grabbed her before she could even lift herself off the couch and he held her down on the soft white sofa so that she was lying down. “Speaking of my car,” Ross said with a malicious grin, “I think you owe me.”
Carmen rolled her eyes and argued, “It’s just nail-polish, it’ll wash off; I don’t have to pay you anything.”
“Look at this house,” Sage said, bringing herself back into the conversation, “The type of car you trashed,” Carmen thought she was being an idiot, stating obvious things, but as she took off her black heels and stared her in the eye, whispering, “He doesn’t want money,” she saw where this was going.
Ross was hovering over her and she could see a bulge in his dark jeans. Sage was kneeling between her legs. Yes, she knew exactly what was on their mind. She didn’t want any of it. She may be horny from no sex in the past few days, but she wasn’t about to release with her ex and her replacement.
Carmen lost it and was now fighting for freedom as she screamed, “No! I’m not fucking either of you.”
Ross put on a faint smile as he grabbed the hem of her black v-neck t-shirt and started to force it off her. Sage simultaneously undid the button and zipper on her shorts, but she figured Ross was a greater threat, so she closed her legs to hinder Sage, but slapped and fought Ross as much as she could… to no avail.
Soon, her light skin showed against the white couch and her red bra that covered her natural D-cupped breasts and her matching thong were the main attraction.
She started to panic a little, but Ross held her down again while Sage peeled off her little sundress and kicked off her yellow strappy heels. She quickly undid the clasp of her lacy, strapless bra supporting her D-cups and the slut didn’t even have to worry about underwear, because she wasn’t wearing any.
She was unwise to fight Ross, because she now weakened herself and Sage held her down easily enough while Ross stripped. The bitch knew what she was doing too. She held both of Carmen’s wrists in one hand, while grabbing the back of her hair with the other. She had to support herself on her elbows, so her bare breasts were pressed against Carmen’s. She used this to taunt Carmen. Since she was bi-sexual, she rubbed their breasts together and made little moaning noises while staring Carmen in her light blue eyes. Allowing Ross all the time he needed to strip off his clothes.
She’d seen Ross naked before, though. She knew his prominent six-pack and matching pecs. She knew his dark hair was all over his body, but there wasn’t enough to make him look hairy, she definitely recognized his stiff 7 inches of cock when she saw it.
Now that they were both naked, Sage moved down and forced her red thong away from her body while she had no choice but to lay there while Ross approached her and undid her bra. Now that her voluptuous tits and clean shaven pussy were out for the world to see, what would she do, even if she had the chance to get away? She can’t go anywhere public, which cancel every place her car would take her.
Ross grabbed Carmen’s hair and put his dick in front of her face. She refused to suck him unwillingly. She pursed her lips and turned her head, despite the pain it caused from her hair. However, as Sage’s tongue flicked her clit unexpectedly, she let out a gasp and Ross took his opportunity to shove all seven inches into her mouth.
She never enjoyed it, but she was always good at deep-throating. Then again, while she didn’t like what Ross was doing, she couldn’t help but love having Sage eat her out. She wasn’t the slightest bit homosexual, but it did feel amazing. Just like if it was a man eating her out. That was the method she decided on using so as to deal with what was happening to her; because she was currently being raped.
Fortunately, as Ross’s balls pressed against her chin with each inward thrust, she could feel they were tightened. He was about to cum. This would be over soon.
Suddenly, Ross pulled out of her mouth and Sage noticed and stopped licking. “Move over here, C.” Ross commanded.
Out of curiosity, she obeyed. Ross pulled her up and put her on her knees in front of the couch. Sage sat in front of Carmen and spread her legs wide, letting it be known what was going to happen next.
Ross grabbed the back of her head in one hand and pushed her forward. She really didn’t want this. She didn’t care how horny she was, this wasn’t going to get her the release she needed. It didn’t matter, though. Ross kept pushing until her lips were against Sage’s bare vag. She gave up, thinking it would get this over with sooner.
Suddenly Ross pulled on her hips so that she was still forced to eat out Sage, but her bum was in the air and she knew where Ross was going with this. The tip of his penis touching her lips only confirmed her belief.
Carmen stopped licking when Ross pushed inside of her and started thrusting because a loud moan escaped her lips. Ross was right about having the same sex. She was always only comfortable with missionary, but this position didn’t seem to be that bad. Save the vagina in her mouth, of course.
Ross pumped like that until she could tell all three of them were close to climax. Sage came first and Carmen grimaced at the pussy juice as it rested on her chin. She used her hand that was previously keeping her up to wipe it off.
Then Ross pulled out unexpectedly and she looked back to see what was wrong. Something was very wrong. He only pulled out so he could line his dick up with her ass.
“Ross, stop!” she cried. She’d lick Sage’s pussy all night to avoid that. He didn’t listen though. He just pushed against her ass like it was as flexible as her vag, which it was proving not to be. She’d never had anal sex with anyone in her life. Until now.
Ross pushed inside and she felt a pop when he officially entered her. She screamed at the stinging pain as tears welled in her eyes. “Ross, please stop. Ow,” she was whimpering and begging now rather than demanding.
Apparently her agony was enough to make his horny ass listen because he pulled out of her and subtly rubbed her ass as if trying to relieve the pain.
“Hold her, will you, Babe?” Ross said before running upstairs naked. Sage didn’t hesitate to dominate her by holding her head back against her vag. Now that Ross couldn’t protect her, Carmen decided to fight. Naked or not, she was getting out of here.
Carmen bit down on Sage’s clit, causing her to scream and release her hold. She knew Sage’s scream would call Ross to come down faster, so she sprinted to the door so fast her legs burned.
Ross appeared at the bottom of the stairs right in front of Carmen and she bumped into his naked, muscular body. After that, she noticed the bottle of lube in his hand.

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Titcage (Chapter 42)

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Julie is walking home from school when she’s grabbed on the street by a gang of men…now they can use her however they like

Fantasm

My Lover, My Master, My Vampire

I was laying there on my bed. I glanced over at the clock; 3 AM. I rolled over on my back and sighed. Some nightmare I couldn’t even remember had freaked me out and woke me up. I over on my side, adjusting my night shirt over my braless, panties body, so that I was more comfortable.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps in my room. I rolled over. Seeing nothing I thought to myself ‘Must just be the dog’ who I knew had a tendency to sleep in my closet. I rolled back over and started to fall back to sleep when I felt a hand clamp over my mouth. I widened my eyes and tried to remove it from my mouth when I felt a voice right next to me. It growled,
“If you remain calm, this will hurt a lot less. If you struggle than you will get hurt. Do you understand?” I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I knew if I tried fighting back, it would only get worse. So I kept my mouth shut. Hoping this wouldn’t take long and he would either kill me quickly or steal my stuff and leave. I felt his hand brush my hair back and he whispered
“Yes, you will make a fine specimen for The Master.” He rolled me onto my stomach, pulling my hands and binding them with some rope. He then bound my ankles. I took in a breath to scream but before I could a strip of duct tape was placed over my mouth.
“I told you not to struggle, bitch.” I watched him pull a rag and a small bottle of chloroform out and he poured some into the rag.
“Lights out, slut.” He clamped the rag over my nose and I lost consciousness.
I awoke later. When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t sure if I had been blindfolded. I could hear an engine running and I figured I was in a car. And judging by how cramped I was, I must’ve been in the trunk. I was about to panic when the car took one more turn and then stopped. I tried to remain calm while inside I panicked. The trunk opened and I could not see anything so I knew I was blindfolded. My attacker scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. I hear doors opening and I was soon dumped on my ass. I was removed of my blindfold and duct tape. I once again felt his breath on my ear as he spoke.
“Keep your head down and your mouth shut.” I muttered under my breath,
“Bastard.”, hoping he wouldn’t hear. Unfortunately he did and he hit me upside my head. I heard a set of double doors open and a voiced announced,
“Presenting Master Drake!” I wanted so bad to look up at the sick bastard who ordered my capture but I couldn’t. I quickly glanced my eyes up enough to see his clothes and his hands. He wore some kind of black button down shirt and red tie with black pants and black boots. I could hear his footsteps as he strode over to me. He soon stood in front of me. I held his breath, waiting for his reaction to me. He placed his hand under my chin and pulled up, forcing me to look into his magnificent eyes. They were a blue-grey; the color of a sea after a storm. I could see his perfectly chiseled cheeks and jaw line. A few of his short dark curls hung in front of his eyes. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I swallowed the lump in my throat and held my breath, waiting. He saw my nervousness and smirked. He stood up and spoke to the man behind me.
“This gentile flower is surely the most beautiful girl.” hearing those words, I blushed. I had never felt like the most beautiful girl. I had tended to feel ugly a lot of my life. You see I had always been more on the heavy side. I was bullied constantly in school. And being only 17, my self esteem was practically non-existent. I once again felt Master Drake’s hands on me. Only this time he was reaching behind me and untying my hands and ankles. He helped me stand up and kept me from falling as I was still a little weak. He held me in his well firmed in arms and I felt even weaker in the knees. He spoke to me, gently.
“I’m giving you a choice, you know. You don’t have to stay here. Say the word now and my attendants will bring you home and you can forget all about this. Or you can stay here, with me, forever.” I thought for a moment. Thought about my life back home. I was constantly bullied, my mother ignored me, and my dad had died in combat. I had never felt the touch of a man. Let alone someone so beautiful and oozing of sexuality. I took a deep breath and reluctantly spoke,
“I will stay.” A smile spread across his face. He caressed one cheek with his hand and whispered to me,
“Forget the life you once knew. I am now your future, your present, and the master of your fate. You will speak only when spoken too. And you will call me ‘Master’. Do you understand?” I did not respond. I learned fast
“Respond.” Permission to speak. I replied, barely audible,
“Yes” I stammered on this last word,
“M…Master.” He chuckled.
“That’s my girl. Now the only mystery that remains is what do the angels call you?”
“Rachel.”
“Rachel, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He grabbed my wrist and began pulling me along.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” He led me down many hallways and told me the history of the house and his family.
“This house has been in my family for centuries. My great, great grandfather purchased the land in 1812. My parents died when I was 18 and I live a kind of lonely life. Part of that is having no family. The other part; well, I’ll explain the other part later. Ah, here we are.” We stood outside a door.
“This is the bathing area. You clean yourself up while I find you something to wear.” He opened the door and gently shoved me inside. The door closed behind me and I heard it lock. ‘Crap’ I thought to myself. ‘How the hell am I going to get out of here?’ I walked over to one of the showers and turned on the hot water. Letting the scalding water wash over my body seemed to help relax me. I started to lather up my body with a bar of soap.
“What am I going to do?” I muttered to myself.
“I need to get out of here. This guy, handsome as he is, is a psycho.” I finished rinsing off and turned off the water. I noticed a towel waiting for me. I dried myself off and then walked over to the door. I knocked on the door
“Master, are you there?” I heard the lock click and the door opened slightly. He reached his arm in holding a hanger that had a simple black dress on it. I grabbed the dress, expecting a bra and panties next but then I heard him speak
“As long as you live here, you are forbidden from wearing a bra or panties.” I pulled the dress on over my head. Without a bra or panties I felt exposed. Next he handed in a pair of ballet flats. I slipped those on and gave a sigh.
“Are you dressed?”
“Yes, Master.” He opened the door, a slight smirk on his face. I looked away trying to avoid his gaze. He stroked his hand under my chin and forced me to look at him. His eyes were so hypnotic. I felt safe and secure.
“You are beautiful.” He brought his lips to mine. I moved my hands to his chest to refuse him but he probed his tongue into my mouth and I relented to him. All I wanted was his body on mine. He pulled away smiling.
“I knew you would be mine eventually.” He grabbed my hand.
“Come on.” He led me into some sort of parlor room. He gestured to a couch.
“Have a seat.” I followed his orders. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine. Pouring two glasses. He brought them over and handed one to me. I took it, my hands trembling. I had never tasted alcohol. I took a small sip. It was sweet with a slight tang to it. He set his glass down on the table. His hand moved to my leg. I felt so exposed, embarrassed. And my human instincts of survival kicked in. I began to cry and I asked him
“Master, please. Why me? You could have any girl you wished, why would you choose an ugly girl like me?” Through my tears I saw his expression become aggravated.
I stammered out an apology.
“I’m sorry master. I spoke out of turn.”
He raised his hand and I flinched waiting for the strike, but it never came. I looked over at his face and he still appeared agitated but his eyes were softer.
“That was a warning. I do not want to hurt you but if you disobey my orders, the consequences will be severe.” I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“The reason I chose you is because I saw the loneliness in your soul. I wanted to help you, make you feel loved. And remember, I gave you a choice. You chose to stay here with me.” I swallowed the rest of my wine and nodded.
“You may speak.”
“I know I chose to stay with you. And I don’t regret that. I just don’t understand your motives.”
“Come with me.” He led me through the mansion and down some stairs until we came to another door.
“This room will explain everything.” he placed his hand upon the door and spoke in a language I couldn’t understand. The door seemed to open like magic and he led me inside. What I said made me gasp.
There was a giant stone altar in the middle of the room. On that altar lay a black coffin. The only other thing in the room was a painting of a girl on the wall. This painting made me nearly faint. The girl in the painting, she looked exactly like me. I looked to Master with a confused expression on my face.
“Allow me to explain.” He opened his mouth and two fangs shot out of his gums. I stepped back. Partly in fear and partly in shock.
“I am a vampire. I have been alive for 681 years. I was turned when I was 21 in order to save me from the plague. And then in the 1800s when I lived in London I met the most beautiful women I had ever seen. But upon revealing my nature to her, she fled in horror at what I was. But when one of my attendants found you, I knew I had to make you mine. I want you to join me, become my mate for all eternity.” I had to let this all sink in. This man, whoever he was, was a bloodsucking creature of the night. And now he wanted me to be his mate, for all life. I felt like the room was spinning. I backed away from him against a wall.
“No… You…you’re insane! The kidnapping, the sex slavery, I could handle that. But if you think I’m going to believe you’re a vampire, you’re sick.” Out of nowhere I felt his hand strike against my face, knocking me to the floor. I could taste blood in my mouth. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
“Listen, bitch! Until this time I have been kind. But that’s over now. You will be mine for eternity whether you like it or not. Until such time you become grateful for what I have given you, you will be treated like an animal.” he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffed my hands behind my back. He jerked me up and began shoving me along. The tears were streaming down my face.
“Let’s go.” He forced me to walk until we came to his bed chambers. He dragged me in and threw me on the bed. He went to a bedside table grabbing a shackle and chaining my ankle to one of the bed posts.
“Let me go, you bastard! I’m not your mate and I’m not your whore!” I was answered with another slap to my face.
“SILENCE!” I shut my mouth.
“If you won’t accept your situation then I will treat you like a whore.” He ripped my dress from my body.
He then ripped his own clothes from his body. Revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. And an 8 inch cock that look nearly 3 inches thick. A moan of appreciation escaped my lips. He smiled at my reaction.
He then lay his body on top of mine. Our eyes met and he spoke to me in a low growl.
“I had planned to make our first time together gentile, romantic. But if you wish to be treated like a common whore, then I will.” I opened my mouth to protest but before I could he rammed his tongue in my mouth. He probed around in my mouth. Exploring every little bit of it. He ran his cock up and down the entrance to my cunt. He pulled his mouth away and I let up a slight whimper. He poised himself at my entrance and started pushing himself in. I cried out in agonizing pain. It was too much.
“Ma…master, it’s…its too big. Ah! Please, please stop!!” My pleas fell upon deaf ears. He continued to push into me until he hit that precious barrier.
“No! Please don’t!”
“Shut up! Not only do I intend to take your sweet virginity, I plan on making you mine forever. Whether you like it or not.” I began to cry once again. Begging him not to do this. But my worst fears were come true when he gave a hard thrust into me; tearing my hymen. The pain only lasted a second. Drake began thrusting in and out again. I began to thrash about. Trying to fight him even more. He grabbed my face.
“Look at me.” he growled. My eyes were forcibly transfixed on his hypnotic gaze.
“If you continue to fight me, I will be forced to punish you even more. If you relent yourself to me, I can open up a whole new life for you. Full of passion, romance, and pleasure.” I tried to calm myself down. Relax my breathing until my sobs became soft whimpers. A smile spread across his face.
“That’s my girl.” He continued pushing into me until I felt his whole 8 inches in me. He then began thrusting in and out. Starting slow but picking up speed. I kept trying to resist him but my body soon began to betray me. The pain and hate I felt was replaced by pleasure.
“God Rachel! You’re so tight!” His member was so large I felt like I was going to be split in two. He moved his hands up my waist to my breasts. He gently pinched the nipples, causing me to gasp.
“Master! I’m going to cuuuuuuuum!” I could feel my orgasm building up in me. He continued his relentless pound until finally the climax came. I cried out his name, despite my orders.
“Drake!!” I felt his hot seed gush in me and my juices exploded around his cock. He rolled off of me and my body continued to quiver with echoes of the orgasm. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. Pure bliss. His hand continued to kneed my best. I bit my lip in pleasure. I rolled over to look at him.
“I’m sorry master. I didn’t mean to call you by your name. I’ll understand if you need to punish me.” And I realized then, I was totally in his control. He realized that too. He moved to the bedpost and released my ankle from the shackle.
“Because you realize your mistake, I will let it slide.” He moved me into a spooning position and pulled me close to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Soon, you will come to accept your true fate. But for now, rest my love.” The tears began to well in my eyes but I slowly relented to sleep.

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Fantasm

Workplace Bitch Gets What She Deserves Part 1

My situation was not so different from many others I had heard over the years. I worked for a prominent company and held a respectable position. I had been employed for over 10 years with this company and had worked hard to build a good reputation. Everything was great until Robyn arrived and took over as director of our group.
Our group had its issues, but on the whole we completed our work efficiently and accurately. Robyn did not feel the same though. She was relatively young for the role she had been placed in, she was 33. She was the typical woman on the rise and saw an opportunity to make her mark for future elevation. She was also a control freak micro manager.
Each of us had always reported our updates to executive management directly. She immediately put a halt to that and insisted that we provide her with reports and presentations that she would use to report to the executive staff. Many times she would omit key information and when things went wrong she would sacrifice the responsible team member’s reputation. One thing that quickly became apparent was that the women of our group received better treatment than any of the men. She also protected those of that agreed with her every move and did not argue with her.
As you can probably tell I was one of those that fell on the wrong side of her every turn. I was recently divorced and had acquired a reputation as a player. I had dated a couple of ladies in other units of the business. I was not looking for anything beyond a good time with any of them; they on the other hand wanted a relationship. When I got first hint of a lady maneuvering toward a more committed relationship I would break it off promptly and then the accusations would start.
One of the ladies I had dated was a close friend to Robyn. After I had broke off our relationship Robyn’s actions made it clear to me that she was going to make me pay. In her mind I had taken advantage of her friend and on top of that I would not conform to the way she wanted things to operate. She sat out to undermine everything I did. I quickly found my high profile projects being taken and given to Robyn’s favorites. The executives that used to greet me in passing now avoided eye contact with me. The damage had been done and I saw no alternative but to look for employment elsewhere.
I was lucky enough to find employment, but the pay and benefits was not as great, plus I had lost all that time vested. Like anyone else would be I was pissed off. I could never get what Robyn had done out of my mind. The more I dwelt on it the more I wanted to get even with the little cunt. I promised myself that if I was ever presented an opportunity to make her pay I would.
Fast forward 2 months. One evening after work I stopped by a TGI Fridays to relax and have a drink. I sat in a booth away from the bar, as the bar area gets really loud and annoying at times. I already had a couple of drinks when I looked up to see Robyn and a couple of ladies from my old job enter. I could just see their heads over the divider between my booth and the one on the opposite side of me. I watched as the hostess brought them to the booth opposite of mine. Due to the divider they could not see me sitting just on the other side. They ordered a round of drinks and settled in with small talk about the office.
I overheard Robyn mention that her husband would be out of town and that she was looking forward to the weekend alone. I thought to myself her husband probably felt the same. I laughed and imagined what a bitch she would have to be to live with. I wondered if she was as much a control freak in bed as she was in life. I had really never been attracted to Robyn she was a short woman with small breasts, freckles, and a wider than normal ass. She was more about business than looks and therefore usually dressed in conservative business suits. As I sat there a devilish idea formed in my mind.
Robyn was a ball busting feminist bitch and if anyone deserved to be treated like a sex toy it was her. I found myself walking through the possibilities and ways of breaking her will; how rewarding it would feel to see her naked, vulnerable, and humiliated. I had never before thought of treating a woman in this manner and was shocked to feel my cock was hard as a rock. All I could think about was tearing her clothes off and making her be my little fuck toy, to treat her with no respect, to make her do things I know she had always refused to do. My mind was made up; I was going to rape Robyn and knock that little chip she had on her shoulder off.
I paid my bill and quickly made it out of the bar while making sure none of them saw me leave. I waited outside in my car for them to exit. An hour went by and I started to second guess thoughts. I was about to drive off when they all came out and I watched as Robyn got in her car. Since I did not know where she lived I needed to follow her to. As I followed her my heart started to race. I could not believe I was actually following her, but I drove on. Luckily she did not live in a gated community. I drove by her house as she got out of her car and walked to the door. I saw her keys in hand and knew it was hers and that she had not stopped by friends. I drove down and turned around; on my way out I slowly drove by her house I saw a light on the top floor. I thought to myself that must e be her bedroom.
I drove home thinking of how I was going to pull this off. I started to get worried about many factors; did she have a dog, does she have an alarm system and if so does she activate it, will the neighbors hear her if she screams? I knew I had a lot of things to figure out. I got home and put my plan together. I would get a glass cutter so I could get in a door downstairs. If the alarm did not sound once I entered I would find the key pad and see if it was activated. If the alarm was on and set on silent I would haul ass, if not I would proceed. I had remembered a conversation one time I had with her about dogs and how much she hated them, so I did not give that a second thought.
I would wait until about 1 or 2 am and enter the house. I figured all the neighbors and well as she would be in bed asleep at that time. If I made it by the alarm I would head to her bedroom, quickly subdue her, tie her up, and blindfold her. Then I would do whatever came to my mind.
I made my way over to her house, and just as I thought every house was dark and quite. I parked my car a couple of streets over in an overflow parking spot. Got my bag of goodies I brought with me and headed to her house. I walked around back and paused for a couple of minutes to let my eyes adjust to the dim light and to listen to the surroundings. Everything was nice a quite. I took out the glass cutter and slowly cut a hole in the small window of the back door. It made a perfect circle that my hand slipped in. I turned the deadbolt and the doorknob, no alarm yet. As I pushed the door open every nerve in my body was screaming, I just knew the alarm was going to sound, but to my relief nothing happened. I quickly and quietly looked around for one of the alarm control pads. I located one in the kitchen and realized the stupid bitch had not activated it.
I took a few moments to relax and calm down. I knew my next step would be the no turning back point of my plan. I cleared my head and calmed my nerves and headed upstairs. I found her bedroom door slightly a jar and looked in. She was in the bed fast asleep. I slowly entered the room and closed on the bed. She was laying on her side with her back to me, only a sheet over her body. I quietly sat my bag down and pulled a pair of handcuffs from my pocket. I grabbed one of her arms a quickly rolled her on her stomach. I slapped the cuffs on her arm and before she could react I had grabbed the other arm, pulled it along with the other one behind her back and cuffed it as well. I pulled the blindfold over her eyes and duct taped it to her. I did not want her to know who I was.
She was now fully awake and starting to make noise. I grabbed her and put my hand over her mouth with one hand and reached into my bag and produced a knife in the other. I placed the knife blade to her throat and whispered into her ear to shut the fuck up or I would cut her wide open. She shut up and I removed my hand. She started telling me that the cops would be there soon that she had a silent alarm. I laughed and whispered to her again that I know for a fact that she did not activate the system. She then started to tell me that her husband would be home soon; again I laughed and let her know that I knew he was gone for the weekend.
I let her know that she was at my mercy and that I had all weekend to do what I wanted. I could hear her start to cry, my cock immediately sprang to life. The bitch was afraid and I loved it. I turned on the light to see her fear. She had rolled to her side and curled up shaking uncontrollably. She started to plead for me not to hurt her that I could take anything in the house.
I laughed again and whispered to her that everything I wanted was right there in her bed. She gulped and fully realized what was about to happen. She started to beg in earnest at that point. I removed a ball gag from my bag and placed it in her mouth and rolled her over on her back. She started kicking wildly with her legs. I placed the knife back to her throat and she immediately calmed down. I slowly moved the knife from her neck and traced it along her left breast. For the first time I had noticed she had on an over sized T-shirt with no bra. Her little breasts poking through the material. I moved the blade over her nipple, watching her twitch to the feeling.
While I enjoyed watching her fear I really wanted to rip the shirt from her. I sat the knife down and with both hands grabbed the collar of her shirt. In one swift move I ripped it wide open, she screamed into the gag and start thrashing once again. I looked down at her and was rewarded with the fact that she had nothing on underneath the shirt.
She was now fully exposed and vulnerable, just as I had fantasized. Her breasts were small as were her nipples. Her cunt was shaved smooth with a nice looking clit and hood. I must say she was more sexually appealing naked than clothed. She still had wide hips, but they looked made for fucking.
Her fear was getting the best of her. She was screaming into the gag, thrashing about the bed, kicking into the air. It was time to get serious and break the bitch. I slapped her hard across the face repeatedly until she stopped kicking and thrashing. Once calm, I stepped back and quickly removed my clothes. I explained to her that she was going to take my cock like a good little whore; I told her that if she was good and did as I said I would do it easy and gentle. If she wanted to continue to be a bitch then I would not be so easy on her. I asked if she understood, she shook her head that she did.
I reached down and touched her inner thigh, she flinched and pulled away. I told her that was her one and only freebie, that if she pulled away from me again that I would hurt her. I reached down again and was rewarded to her leg staying where it was. I rubbed up her thigh slowly. She was trembling in fear and anger. This only drove my lust ever higher. I continued up until I felt her pussy lips. She slightly pulled away but quickly stopped. I grinned knowing I had her. I told her to open her legs wider, which she did. This slightly opened her lips allowing my finger full access to her inner regions. I shoved my middle finger up her cunt. She gasped and rolled her head back, sobbing and shaking. I explored deep in her cunt.
I knew I was being rough but did not care. I pulled that finger out and quickly returned it along with the finger next to it. I worked my two fingers in and out of her cunt for a few minutes, enjoying the sounds coming from her. She had no idea what laid in store for her, these two fingers would prove to be the easiest part of the night.
My cock was aching at this point. I had to have it shoved in her wet cunt. I rolled her over and un-cuffed one of her hands. She laid there crying rubbing her sore wrists, after a few minutes I grabbed her arms and pulled her up to the head board. Her bed had rails on the head board and cuffed her to them. She pleaded with me to let her go.
I forced her legs open and crawled up on the bed. She started to cry uncontrollably at that point, for she knew what was coming next. I warned her once again to be good and make sure I enjoyed myself or things would turn to the worse. I placed her legs over my shoulders and leaned into her. Once she felt my cock push against her cunt she started to kick and buck wildly. I slapped her repeatedly until she calmed down. I told that she had fucked up and would regret do that. I reached in my and pulled out a set of ankle cuffs. I placed the cuff over her left ankle and pulled it up, and then I pulled her right leg up and put the cuff through the head board and on her right ankle.
She was now fully subdued and legs spread. I told that I was originally going to gentle with her, but she had ruined that. I explained to her that she would remain tied like an animal and take whatever I decided to do to her. She started to cry and plead once again. I crawled between her legs and moved over her.
My cock head pushed into her open cunt and I thrust with all my might. I heard her gasp as I slammed all 9” into her. I could tell that I had forced more cock into her than she had ever felt before; her cunt was grasping it and quivering with the intrusion. She was laboring for air, her nose was full with tears and the gag had buried deep in her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. I told her that I would remove the gag, but she had to be good and not scream. If she screamed I would knocked all her teeth out and put the gag back in. She nodded compliance and I remove the gag from her mouth
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I pitched it to the side and started thrusting my cock in and out of her. With the gag gone she started to grunt loudly each time I would bury my cock into her. I told how good her cunt felt around my cock. I ask her if she had ever had a cock as big as mine, she replied no and that it hurt. That made me slam into her even harder. My mind was in a rush. I had never treated a woman with such brutality and lack of care. She was my fuck toy and I was determined to fuck the hell out her.
I told her how hard she was going to make me cum, she started to beg me not to cum in her. I laughed and picked up my pace. I was drilling her with everything I had. She must have felt the massive load of cum enter the shaft of my cock, as she started to sob and repeatedly say no please don’t. I could not hold back any longer and with one final drive, shoved my cock as deep into her pulsating cunt as I could. I exploded into her with the force of a shot gun. She cried out as she felt my seed dump in her. I pushed into her until every drop was deposited in her cunt.
Once I regained control, I climbed off of her. She was crying uncontrollably. It felt great to see her in this condition for all the frustration and aggravation she had caused me. But we had just begun; I had a lot more plans for her before this night was complete.

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