extreme rape

I lean back against my desk – the computer still showing the rape video I’d set up – and light up a cigarette. Inhale slowly. Look casually down at you, kneeling half-naked before me, sperm dripping from your pretty face onto your heaving chest. Smiling, I reach out and idly smear semen across your face & nose with a couple of fingers. Slathering my fingers with semen, I push them into your mouth, waiting patiently until you’ve sucked them clean. But you balk when I gesture at my dwindling erection and tell you, “Clean me off, bitch.”

“Uncuff my hands,” you respond hopefully, “so I can.”

I just laugh. “Stupid girl! Clean me with your mouth…” When your face wrinkles in distaste, I simply tell you, almost as if it didn’t matter “Oh, okay – so you want to be slapped around a little more? That’s fine. I enjoy smacking around pretty young things like you, Lacy.” But then my voice turns harsh again. “I can hit you as long as it takes, you stupid cunt. Maybe you still haven’t got this figured out, yet: you don’t get to choose. Your status has gone from ‘cute little miss cocktease’ to nothing more rapemeat. You’re going to do any fucking thing I tell you to do, girl – the only real question is, do you want to recognize yourself when you look in the mirror when this is all over, or not? Because I’m happy to just beat the shit out of you until you do as your told.”

Shocked at my words, you dutifully lean forward and clean my cock with your mouth. A few minutes later, you look rock back and look up at me hopefully. “Are you going to let me go, now?” To your credit, some of your cockteaser arrogance is returning. You think I’ve gotten what I wanted – to get off.

What a fucking dumbshit!

“We’re just getting started, Lacy, my sweet. Just getting started…” I pick up your discarded top, use it to wipe your face into at least a semblance of being clean. Dig one hand into your soft hair and yank you to your feet. I push you forward, bending you face down across my desk, bare tits pressed against the shiny wood surface. You’re struggling, but I tie each wrist to one corner of the desk. Managing to deftly dodge your kicking legs, I tug your denim shorts down over your firm rump, revealing a lovely pink thong. Once I have your pants off I tie your ankles to the desk, legs spread wide, each ankle tied to an opposing desk corner. Your face is only inches away from my computer screen, still replaying the rape video…still showing a teenager like yourself running through the woods…screaming…pursued by three men…

You know, suddenly, what I mean to do, and start pleading with me. “Please…don’t do it to me…I’ll come over every day after school and give you a blowjob…just… don’t…please…I’m a virgin…”

Maybe this tactic has worked for you in the past, when things have threatened to go too far. But it only serves to enrage me. The truth or falsehood of your claim, oddly, is almost irrelevant. If you’re lying, it’s just another weapon in the cockteaser arsenal. If you’re telling the truth, if you really are still a virgin, it makes you the second worst sort of cocktease – one who truly doesn’t understand what passions she’s playing with. No, it’s the fact that you decide to try this tactic at all, trying to play on my sympathies, that infuriates me.

You can hear me unfastening my belt buckle, pulling my thick leather belt out through my belt loops. “You think I care whether you’re a virgin or not, bitch-girl? You really think it matters to me whether this sweet little pussy I’m looking at has gotten any cock up it? It’s going to get some today, regardless…” I step forward, run my fingers over your pussy, spreading your labia open a little. Discovering the moistness there, I run my fingers over your pussy until they’re sticky with your growing damp. “I think little Lacy likes this,” I say, holding my glistening fingers under your nose. “What do you know? Little Lacy’s getting kind of juicy…” Chuckling as you actually blush.

Naively, even now, you think you’re winning. Boys – and, by extension, men – will do anything for pussy, right? Only when the belt comes down across your ass in a sharp, savage blow do you realize how wrong you’ve been. Thwack! “Auugggh!” I keep going, keep raining blows of my belt down on your helpless buttocks. “One for each year of your miserable little cocktease life!” I announce. Each blow harder than the one before – or so it seems – your ass-cheeks flattening and rebounding with the force of each blow, growing redder and redder. You’re shrieking with pain and indignation. “Stop it! STOP IT!” Begging me, over & over, to no avail…

Finally I’m done. It feels like your ass in on fire. “Why?! Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because a cocktease needs to learn that every action has its consequences…” You can feel your thong being cut in two with a pair of scissors, feel me pull it form your body. When you feel my strong fingers pry apart your inflamed buttocks, fell a gobbet of spittle land directly on your exposed flesh, you realize there are more consequences to come. But, before you can think about this, you feel my swollen cockhead stretching open your anus. Then, with one quick, deep thrust my thick cock rips through your puckered hole and deep inside you. You scream even louder than you did when getting beaten with my belt. The pain’s horrendous! It feels like my cock is ripping you open as I start to saw my meat in & out of your asshole. Reaching forward to grab a handful of your hair to use as a handle to pull myself into you, stretching your head & neck back uncomfortably.

“Fuck, yeah, you little bitch! This is what a cunt like you really needs! Fucking little cockteasing whore, take it up your ass, gonna rip you wide open, slut, just like you deserve…” In spite of my lust, I hear it when you start crying again. The pain, the humiliation, having to listen to me curse at you, all too much – the tears start to flow… This only spurs me on, my hips a blur now as I rape your tight asshole, tearing your rectum as I shove myself into you.

Only when I feel myself approaching orgasm do I pay any attention to your pussy at all. Much as I like ripping your sweet asshole open, I’m determined to cum inside your pussy – especially if you’re a virgin. When I pull my cock out of your ass, it’s streaked brown with a thin sheen of shit. The knowledge that I’m going to shit-fuck your virgin little cunt delights me. As my glans slips between your labia, I can’t help noticing you snatch is actually pretty wet. “Just as I thought!” I crow. “Deep inside the cocktease, there’s just a fucking slut waiting to get out and spread her legs…” I’m in you deep enough that I can feel the barrier, now, feel your hymen. Without hesitating I thrust deep inside you, tearing your hymen, raping you, my balls slapping against your cuntlips, shit from your ass smearing the inside of your tight juicy fuckhole. I can hear you grunt like a rutting pig each time I thrust all the way in you, cockhead bruising your cervix. I dig my thumbs into your rectum, using them to gape your ass open wide. Wide enough that I see watch my cock thrust into you, see the way the walls of your rectum distend as my cock fills you…

It isn’t long before I loose my second load of the afternoon in you, all the way up your snug little pussy, sperm splashing against deep inside you, splattering against the entrance to your womb. With any luck I will have knocked up my little cockteasing housecleaner…. As my prick begins to soften, I pull out until I’m at the entrance to your cunt, rubbing the purple glans across your distended clit, pressing that sweet button of flesh. I’m rewarded with your body shuddering and shaking, an involuntary cry escaping your lips as your body arches into an orgasm

In that instant, I know I own you. I know you’ll never report me. Because your own body has betrayed you, your orgasm forever branding you as a slut – a slut who can cum from being raped, a slut who enjoyed getting savaged. Even though part of you hated it, the stronger, deeper part of you loved every second of what happened to you. Every time you think of this afternoon, you’ll remember your orgasm…with shame, but with a secret pleasure, too…deep in your heart, you’ll dream of this, yearn for it.

I thrust back inside you, slowly, savoring the spasms of your cunt muscles as I slide deeper. A more leisurely fuck this time, and a longer one, too. I’ve already cum twice – it takes a while for the third. Eyes closed, lost inside myself as I rock back & forth, I barely notice you beneath me on the desk…in many ways, you’ve become nothing more than a piece of warm, compliant meat for me to jack myself off with…I’m hardly aware of you as a person at all.

For the sake of completion, I pull out of your pussy at the last minute and thrust deep inside your ass once more, my sperm flooding into your bowels…

Later, at my front door, it’s obvious you feel humiliated. You’ve been forced to put your cum-stained top back on, forced to go without any underwear beneath your skimpy shorts. I haven’t allowed you to clean up, and you can feel my cum seeping from both your holes. You’re worried that semen will go dribbling down your legs as you walk down the street.

I’m thoroughly enjoying your humiliation. It’s one of the things a cockteasing little bitch like you deserves. Before I close the door, I hand you a two twenty dollar bills – even though we’d only agreed on $20 as my ‘donation’ for your house-cleaning duties. Puzzled, you look at me. “I had a good time,” I inform you.

Your cheeks flush bright red. It isn’t bad enough I’ve raped you. It isn’t bad enough that you know you won’t dare report me.

I’ve just turned you into a whore…

My door shuts in your face, leaving you alone in the neighborhood.