Chapter 3He grabbed her by her arms and was determined to not let her go. He was still bound at his ankles but before he’d force her to unlock him, he had something to do. He spun her around like she weighed nothing and pressed her face into the mattress, having her present her naked ass for him. He didn’t need to think twice about what he would do next. He rammed his cock into her drenched cunt and just came.
She screamed. Whether it was out of fear or surprise over how fast this turning of the table had happened, he didn’t know and more so he didn’t care. But he didn’t want to hear her. Thus, he decided to suffocate her scream by putting one of his hands over her mouth and nose. She likely couldn’t breath and therefore kept screaming into his hand, but her muffled groans and shouts weren’t able to disturb this moment of tranquility. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and simply focused on the only thing that mattered.
He had penetrated her balls deep with a single thrust and he came immediately. He didn’t even try to delay his orgasm. He knew that he wouldn’t grow soft after coming just once, not after all that teasing, no torture, and with that Viagra in his system. That first filling for her virgin cunt, that was just a desperately needed release of tension and lube for the real fucking that was about to follow. With the sound of her muffled screams in the background, he just focused on the sensations of his cock: how it kept pumping, how her vagina grabbed him, how the tip tingled as he spurt his cum inside her. Nothing else existed in this moment, he was in an almost meditative state in which neither he nor she existed, only his dick, her pussy and his cum flowing into her.
As his orgasm subsided, other sensations returned to his mind: The pain on his wrists and the feeling of his blood dripping from his arms. The pain he felt on his cock because of the tightness of her canal and the abuse he had to grow through earlier. Her hand clawing at his, begging him to let her breathe. He waited deliberately until his cock stopped twitching, then he let her breathe.
“You happy now?”
He asked her. She just gasped for air. His mind started to clear up and he was confident that he could endure the pain. He didn’t pull out of her. He wanted her to get used to the feeling and he liked how her vaginal walls clamped down on his cock. When she didn’t answer, he didn’t bother waiting any longer for a response.
“Where is the key for the cuffs on my ankles? And don’t fuck with me anymore.”
She was breathing heavily, but she didn’t seem completely broken yet.
“In my bag…”
She suddenly sounded so timid.
“Good. I’ll grab onto one of your ankles with my hand. You should be able to crawl to your bag like this and stay within reach of my hands. Don’t try anything funny.”
She nodded and then crawled off the bed to her bag while he stretched his arm as far as he could, giving her more reach like a dog on a leash. It worked as he had planned.
“Remove my cuffs.”
He spoke in an emotionless voice with her. She did as she was told. She seemed a bit shook from his initial assault and she knew that with his hands free, he would be able to free himself even without her help eventually. The key just made things easier.
He was finally completely free again and he didn’t waste a second. The moment that his legs were released, he slapped her face so hard that she fell onto the bed. She shrieked. He grabbed her legs, pulled her towards him and spread her legs wide. Before, he had cum inside her doggy style. Now he wanted to fuck her missionary as she wasn’t crying yet. Once she started crying - and he was sure she would - he didn’t want to see her face anymore. He saw that his cum was about to leak out of her. The perfect opportunity to use his cock to push it back into her.
He pushed his cock slowly into her. This time, he wanted her to feel it, slowly but surely, every single inch. He looked her in the eye as he pushed into her, facing no resistance at all from her drenched and cum filled cunt. She tried to put on a brave face, but he could see her flinch. Then, the real fucking began.
He started clapping her cheeks at full speed, no mercy for this first timer. He tried to read her face, but it was difficult.
“Is it like you imagined, you stupid cunt?”
She was still defiant.
“Ung… Yes…. Hmpf”
That was the only word she said between her pained moans. He couldn’t even hear a hint of pleasure from her voice. Good, he thought. He would mold her holes in the shape of his cock and teach her to never provoke somebody to rape her again. He was doing her a favor!
He had written so many stories about young girls like her, but when was the last time that he actually fucked one? He would savor this encounter until he felt that she had repayed him for all the pain he had to endure. He didn’t think that he could thrust into her any faster than he already did, but he kept accelerating. She was having a harder and harder time suppressing the pain she felt. He loved to see her squirm underneath him, how he held both her arms down over her head with just one hand. Too bad that her tits were so small. If they were even a little bigger, seeing them jump with every of his thrusts would have been a feast for the eyes.
“Anything you want to say, Caroline?”
He taunted her now. What was going through her head, he wondered. For how long he could keep going like this? He didn’t know himself. If he would use her other holes as well? Oh most definitely! If she could get pregnant? She must have been prepared for that possibility. None of it mattered to him for as long as her tight cunt kept grabbing him like this. But she was about to answer his question.
“Hmpf…. Ahhh… When…. When does it… start to feel good?”
For a moment, he was baffled. Then he felt motivated to keep fucking her like never before. He let her feel the entire weight of his body on hers as kept plowing her. He whispered the answer to her question directly into her ear.
“You really think we’re in one of my stories, don’t you? Well sweety, I’ve got some bad news for you. We’re in one of Claire’s stories. And in Claire’s stories, virgin cunts like yourself don’t get to enjoy it when big cocks rip their untouched pussy apart.”
As he sped up his thrusts one last time for the sprint before the finish line, he was convinced that Caroline finally admitted to herself that she had made a mistake.
“Please..., it really hurts!”
There it was, the simple truth dawned on her.
“Good, but don’t worry. I’ll come soon and then your pussy will get a break. But you won’t know what pain is until I fuck your ass!”
She was so desperately trying to endure the abuse of her cunt now. When he saw her bite down on her lower lip and close her eyes in pain, she sent him over the edge.
“AAAHH!! Mmmhhhmmm….”
Moaning in unimaginable pleasure, he flooded her teenage cunt for the second time with his seed.
Looking at her naked body, his cock impaling her between her legs, the cum flowing out of her between her lips and his shaft, he could only wonder: How did so much cock and cum actually fit into such a small delicate body? As he withdrew from her battered hole, he could see blood on his cock. Virgin or not, she had been so wet that under normal circumstances there wouldn’t have been any blood. He had simply fucked her so hard that she got hurt. And he could feel the pain on his own cock too. He was determined to fuck her ass, but he and his cock needed a short rest.
She began to sob. For the first time, she might have fully understood what she had asked for. But he was determined to not let it affect him. He didn’t look at her and leaned back into a comfortable position.
“Get here and lick my cock clean. I don’t want it lubed up with your juices later when I fuck your ass.”
She didn’t move at all as if his command hadn’t registered with her brain. He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her face to his crotch.
“Start licking. You’re not getting anywhere without getting the full rape treatment that you’ve ordered. So start licking.”
She hesitated briefly, then she started licking. Earlier, when she had been in control, her licking had been playful. Now she looked like she was completing an arduous task. Maybe it was licking up her own blood from his cock that disgusted her, maybe it was the lingering pain in her crotch that distracted her, either way, he didn’t know. Far from finished, she stopped and looked him in the eye, tears streaming down her face.
“Please, I’m so sorry. I get it now. I’ll never do it again! This isn’t fun!”
Dismissively, he clucked his tongue once. That licking was taking too long anyway and he could feel those tears tug at his heartstrings. So, he grabbed her by her hair and pushed her face down his cock.
“No girl, I’m not playing that game. If I let you go now and a few days from now your cunt stops hurting, you might lie awake one night and come to the fucked up conclusion: ‘
Hey, it didn’t feel as good as I thought, but maybe it feels nicer up my ass!’ You’re deranged enough to believe that kind of shit. I don’t want another visit from you two weeks from now. So I’ll fuck this bullshit out of you once and for all! And now clean up that cock, I don’t have all day!”
He watched her clean his cock. The girl didn’t have any experience giving a good blow job, but it was enough to get him hard again. As he looked at her head rocking up and down between his legs guided by his hand on her head, he finally had the idea for a new story. He would be in court accused of rape by Caroline. Everything would happen in the story just like it had in the real world. And then, during his hearing, they’d go through all the evidence, all the graphic details of their encounter, his and her testimony, photos, video recordings, maybe he’d add a few witnesses into the mix to spice things up. Basically, tell the story of her rape as a nice court room drama with very detailed retellings of the events. And the story would end with him convincing the jury that raping Caroline was self defense, setting a legal precedent that would change rape court cases forever. Perfect, what a delight.
His cock was both clean and hard by now. He let his free hand feel up her tiny tits and pinch her nipples, just as a reminder of what she had done to him.
“Alright, stop. Don’t look at me, I don’t want to see your face, and lie down on your stomach.”
She did as she was told, but she was shaking like a leaf. She must have had an idea what was about to happen next. He positioned himself behind her and spread her legs once more, stroking his cock while doing so. There was still cum trickling out of her cunt. Well, he had fired two big loads into her before the first one had even begun to flow out of her. So, her leaking for a while was to be expected.
“Spread your cheeks for me.”
Again, she followed his order, understanding the position she was in, but she tried to plead with him once more.
“My… my pussy still hurts. I don’t want to hurt more. I can finish you with my mouth, please!”
He put one hand on her neck while the other guided his cock to her asshole. Without even considering her offer, he started to push into her, engaging in a battle with her defiant sphincter.
“I wouldn’t take you up on that offer even if you knew how to give a decent blowjob.”
There was an unmistakable strain in his voice as he tried to force his way into her bowls. Then, the tip slipped in. He groaned in relief and she screamed in pain. He could see from her hands alone how much she was hurting. She kept following his order to spread her cheeks for him, but her fingers were digging into her own butt as she was trying to endure the pain.
Her ass was so tight and so unwilling that it hurt his cock. Especially after she had tortured his cock this much, this level of tightness and friction wasn’t fun. But he wasn’t fucking her for the physical sensation, at least not only for that. No, he wanted revenge and he wanted to teach her a lesson. The pleasure he got from that compensated him more than enough for the struggles that came with penetrating her ass.
He started moving inside of her, but this time it was impossible to start immediately at full speed. No, he had to properly stake that ass on his cock before he could pick up the pace. And so he did. The girl started to scream. He was sure that she was crying buckets of tears by now, but he made sure that he didn’t have to see her face as he fucked her from behind. Moving inside of her became easier and easier as her ass submitted to his cock.
“Keep those cheeks spread until I come, Caroline. Be a good girl and help me rape your ass!”
The girl was struggling hard, muffling her own screams by biting into a pillow. She pressed her hips into the mattress in a desperate attempt to escape the invading cock, but to no avail, his cock just followed her hips without ever coming close to slipping out of her abused ass. With every thrust, he entered her with his full length, his balls slapping against her pussy. And all the while, she kept those cheeks spread for him like a good little girl, just wanting it to be over.
He wanted to spank that ass so bad while fucking her, but he restraint himself. He’d spank her later. Now he was focused on the increasing pleasure as it became easier and easier to fuck her. He could have drawn out his orgasm further, but why bother? Instead, he wanted to know how fast he could thrust into her and tried to increase his pace as much as she could.
“HMMM! Hmpf!…. AAHHH!”
Even her muffled screams were now clearly audible in the room, drowning out the sound of her cheeks getting clapped. He neither could nor wanted to delay the inevitable any longer and let his third load of the day spurt into her bowels.
They were both breathing heavily as he slowly pulled out of her.
“Stay here. You’ll regret it if you try to run.”
He left the crying girl sobbing on his bed as he went into the living room to get himself a whiskey glass. When he returned, she was still lying where he had left her, but she had stopped crying. He grabbed the whiskey bottle and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Get over her and lie down over my lap.”
She lifted herself up slowly, just enough so that she could crawl over his lap. She was clearly out of energy. He thought about making her drink some whiskey like she had made him do it. But he didn’t want the alcohol to numb the experience for her.
“You will get spanked now and then you can go. But you have to prove to me that you know what you’re getting spanked for. So tell me, why do I have to spank you?”
Then his hand struck her bottom for the first time.
“I… I’ve been a bad girl…”
He started spanking her with slow but constant rhythm.
“Yes, go on.”
These first few slaps were easy for her to endure.
“I drugged and kidnapped you…”
The sound of his hand making contact with her butt cheeks reverberated throughout the room.
“I bound you to your bed…”
He used his free hand to open the whiskey bottle while keeping up his slaps.
“I hurt your penis and squeezed your balls…”
Then he poured himself a glass between two slaps.
“I bit your nipples…”
He took a sip from his whiskey while admiring how red her cheeks had become.
“Ah… sniffle… I wasted your precious whiskey…”
As his hands connected with her slowly bruising ass over and over again, he got another erection.
“AH,… hmpf,… I threatened to rape you with a dildo…”
He could feel his cock press against her stomach.
“HHMmm, ungh… Ah! … I forced you to rape me…”
He kept spanking her further as she completed the list of her wrongdoings. Then it was time to ask her some questions.
“Good, do you still think getting raped is fun or romantic?”
It was getting harder and harder for her to speak as the slaps became more and more painful.
“AHHH!! Hnnngg… No,… there is nothing fun about getting raped…”
He nodded approvingly, but he wasn’t done yet.
“What do we say if we’ve wronged someone?”
With every further slap, she made a little jump on his lap.
“I’m… AAAHHH!…. sorry!”
Her cheeks had turned from white, to red, to crimson and were now starting to shift to blue.
“And what do we say if somebody taught us a valuable lesson?”
As he felt his cock trying to lift her body from his lap, he wanted to fuck her just one more time.
“Thank… HMM!… you…”
His last slap landed on her butt and his hand came to a rest. He was now gently caressing her beaten ass.
“Good girl.”
For a moment, he just enjoyed feeling of her ass on his hand. She was a beautiful woman after all. A little girlish for his taste, but he couldn’t deny that she had a nice firm ass.
“Can… Can I go now?”
She sounded somewhat hopeful as she asked the question.
“No, your spanking isn’t over yet.”
He heard her whimper a little.
“Don’t cry, it’s almost over. Stand up!”
She got off his lap. Looking at his erect cock with worry in her eyes, she got on her wobbly feet. She rubbed her hurting bum.
“But you said I…”
He shook his head.
“I know what I said and you can go after your spanking is over. Now go over there, turn your back to me and face the wall.”
Defeated, she did as she was told.
“Spread your legs and bent over. Use one of your hands to spread your ass cheeks and your cunt’s lips. Spank yourself with the other. And make sure that each slap produces a nice sound or I’ll help you!”
She was close to panicking, but she bent over as she was told. As she got ready, she asked.
“For… for how long… do I have to do this?”
He smirked a little.
“Until all of my remaining cum has dripped out of your pussy and ass. Please say you’re sorry after each slap. Oh, and the harder you slap yourself, the quicker my juice will ooze out of you.”
He had no idea whether that last part was actually true. But if it worked for ketchup bottles, then why not for women?
He leaned back on the bed and poured himself another glass of whiskey. Then, he just enjoyed the show. What a view. A beautiful young girl bent over in front of him, spreading her pussy and ass for him. She spanks herself, apologizing for her misbehavior with each slap. Every now and then, one of her slaps squeezes some of his cum out of her abused holes and he watches it drip to the floor or run down her thighs. How could he not masturbate to this? Stroking his cock with one hand, he drank his favorite whiskey with the other.
He probably watched her spank herself longer than necessary. But how was he supposed to know if there was still cum inside of her or not?
“Okay, you can stop. Stand upright but don’t move.”
He emptied the glass, then he got up from the bed and moved behind her. She flinched when she felt his hand on her ass.
“Don’t worry, I’m just here to check.”
He let one finger first slide into her ass, then he wandered a little further and checked her pussy for cum. To be honest, he was about to let her go no matter how much cum he’d find on his finger after checking her holes. He just wanted to feel one more time how her pussy’s lips parted for his invading finger. She simply endured the humiliation. What was slowly getting penetrated by one finger against what she had experienced earlier?
“You can get dressed now, but do as I tell you. Start with your bra and your top.”
She didn’t seem to care in which order she put her clothes back on. She only wanted to get out of this place. The top half of her body was covered by clothes again.
“Good, now continue with your panties and then with your hot pants.”
She walked like a lifeless shell to her clothes. She put her panties back on and then stepped into her hot pants. Suddenly, he sprinted towards her as if somebody had fired the starting pistol for a 100m dash. He grabbed her and pushed her delicate body against the wall. Her ass pressed into his crotch and the hot pants around her ankles restricted the movement of her legs.
“What… what are you doing?”
Standing behind her, he pulled her panties to the side and plunged his cock into her cunt. He had one last thing to do.
“Here, for you.”
He thrusted into her with maximum force. He wouldn’t last long after masturbating to her spanking herself earlier, and he didn’t mean to.
“For your way home!”
He repeated her earlier words to her and as he finished inside her, he said:
“It’s on me.”
And he felt finally satisfied.
“Now we’re even, you can go now. And first thing tomorrow, you’ll send me those panties via mail.”
He pulled out of her and readjusted her panties. When his cum would drip out of her on her way home, he wanted it to leak into her panties and stick to her pussy’s lips, just as a memento of their time together.
She was crying now and he no longer looked away from her tears. He felt sorry for her. But she never would have stopped. She needed to learn this the hard way. He let go of her. Sobbing, she pulled up her hot pants. She walked towards the door of his bedroom and the last thing she had to say was:
“I’m… sorry… sniffle… Thank you….”
He watched after her to make sure that she actually left the house. She looked the same as this morning when she had brought him his first coffee, a bit more disheveled maybe. She was his newest obsession. A petite woman, 18, 19, maybe 20 years old, short black hair, pale skin, freckles, wearing a blue strapless top and hot pants today, nice perky ass, but no tits to speak of. The cuteness of a girl blessed with only a hint of adult femininity. And now she leaked his cum as she walked.
He smirked. It was time to start writing. He sat down in front of his PC, poured himself another whiskey and opened up a new document for his new story. Title: The Courtroom.
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