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I pulled my
softening cock slowly from her ravaged cunt-hole, savoring the sensation of her
soft, wet flesh against mine. Silently, I leaned over and pulled a couple
more items from my bag. Kneeling between her spread thighs, so firm, so
slender, so smooth, I looked down her body, her pussy red and swollen and wet
with a mixture of our cums, her stomach flat and sexy the way it quivered as
she cried, her waist narrow, her nipples hard and pink atop the smooth, creamy
mounds of her developing breasts, her beautiful face turned to the side, her
dark eyes red from crying, her lips full and pouty. I smiled. She
was such a delectable morsel, so fresh and innocent; I could understand why her
stepfather desired her so.
As she lay there,
her mind no doubt hoping for her torment to end, I wrapped a strap tightly
around her upper thigh and hooked a battery pack to it. Wires led from
the pack to a small egg-shaped vibrator, about half the size of my thumb, which
I placed gently over her clit, pushing aside her wet, swollen cunt-lips until
it nestled deeply in her slit. I quickly taped it down with medical tape,
forming an X directly over her clit.
Her hips jerked
and she whimpered when I turned it on, her thighs straining against her bonds
as she raised her hips before collapsing with another whimper, her thighs
clenching and unclenching as the vibrator tormented her over-sensitive love
bud. I was tempted to slide my fingers that wet hole again and bring the
girl to another orgasm, but I had something even better in mind.
Getting off the
bed I quickly undid the rope which bound her legs, leaving the cuffs on
them. I wasn't surprised when she left them spread: a girl so
young, especially a virgin, usually doesn't have the reserves of strength or
stubbornness or experience to quickly recover from the physical and
psychological torment I had subjected her to. Back on the bed, I leaning
over her, my body inches from hers, and untied her wrists from the headboard,
unhooking the cuffs from each other also. She had closed her eyes, and
was trying to stay absolutely still, her only motion the almost involuntary
clenching and unclenching of her thigh muscles in response to the vibrator
teasing her clit.
As I released her
arms, I watched her face closely, drinking in her youth and beauty. Her
lips were moving, barely, over and over again, as if she were speaking to
herself. I stilled, and listened, the sound of the vibrator loud in the
silence as I hovered over my fourteen year old victim. It was a whisper, almost
inaudible, the shaping of her lips guiding my ears as much as the sound itself.
"I am not a
slut."
"I am not a
slut."
"I am not a
slut."
I almost laughed
as I straddled her stomach on my knees and commanded,
"Turn over
slut. On your knees."
When she didn't
obey, just lay there, unmoving, I slapped her tit, hard, the sound of flesh
against flesh echoing through her room. The shock of the blow made her
whole body jerk, her knees coming up, her hands flailing in front of her, her
eyes snapping open to stare at my hooded face, her lips parted and damp.
"I said,
turn over and get on your hands and knees."
She just stared
at me, so I quickly slapped aside her hands and grabbed her by the throat,
leaning close, smelling her fear.
"Are you
going to be difficult, slut?"
"N..n..no.
Please."
She started to
twist her body to turn over, so I released her and waited as she turned over
beneath me. I moved to the side so she could get up on her hands and
knees, letting her kneel there, waiting, while I devoured her with my
eyes. For the next four hours this beautiful, sexy, teen-aged girl, this
young, quivering, piece of fuck-meat, was mine. I ran my hand down her
haunches, raising goosebumps on the smooth, firm flesh, feeling the quivering
of her muscles as she fought against the vibrator riding her clit. Her
small breasts hung beneath her body, stretched into cones by gravity, swaying
slightly as she knelt. Her brown hair shielded her face as her head hung
down. I couldn't tell if she was still telling herself she wasn't a slut,
but she wouldn't be able to do so for long.
"Face on the
bed, and grab your ankles."
I watched as she
moved to do so, her young, slender body hunching, her smooth, firm ass jutting
into the air as she pushed her face into the bed, a small shudder of her chest
telling me that she had started sobbing again. As soon as her hands were
wrapped around her ankles, just below the cuffs, I tied her ankle cuffs to the
wrist cuffs, and then, with a bit of prodding, made her spread her legs until
her stomach was about a foot off the bed.
At this point she
was nothing but a smooth, beautiful back with narrow shoulders and a narrower
waist and two firm globes of ass split by a dark crack, her small pink asshole
winking at me, her cunt, still swollen, still damp, a gash between those
perfect white thighs. I slowly ran my hands over her back and ass and
thighs, teasing her with my fingers, running my fingernails around her anus,
pressing on it, watching as she clenched her cheeks with every violation.
I loved the way she would jump and whimper when I pressed the vibrator harder
against her clit, watching her reactions to see how close she was to a third
orgasm.
Being fucked in
the ass, even for the first time, doesn't have to be overly unpleasant.
As long as you use a lot of lube, the first time is usually a bit painful,
followed by uncomfortable, then by not-so-bad. Of course, if no lube is
used, then being ass fucked starts out as agonizing, followed by agonizing and
bloody, followed by even more agonizing and bloodier. I've done
both. This time, though, I wanted my victim to cum with my cock in her
ass, to know, deep in her soul, that, even as she was being raped like a beast,
like something not even human, she had been unable to suppress her
pleasure. More than anything, this would break her.
She started to
squirm a bit, her breathing becoming erratic, as I lathered her asshole with
lube, sliding a single finger into that dank fuck-hole, pushing more lube into
her, wiggling my finger around inside her, watching her ass dance as she
whimpered and cried. I slapped her ass a couple of times, just because I
could, her flesh rebounding with each blow, a sharp cry of pain and surprise
torn from her lips. She had to know what was coming, but didn't beg, and
didn't fight.
I pressed against
the X covering her clit, grinding the vibrator into her clit, and started
slapping her ass with my other hand, mixing pleasure and pain in her young
mind, her hips gyrating to escape the assault. Hard, I stopped playing
and knelt behind her, pressing my cock against the small ring of her anus,
listening to her sobs start up again as she tensed against me. I slowly
pressed into her, my cock bending as her ass slowly gave way. She groaned
in pain as my cock slid past her anus into her chute, the lube making it a
smooth glide as I slowly slid my cock into her teen-aged ass until my hips were
pressed against her ass and my balls tickled her spread cunt.
I held still
there for a minute, letting her adjust to the penetration, my hands firm on her
hips, buried to the hilt in the tightest, hottest piece of meat I had ever
experienced. I flexed my cock inside her, luxuriating in the incredible
sensations pulsing through my cock. Then I started fucking her with long,
slow strokes, my hands holding her quivering hips in place. It was
delicious, this tight, fourteen year old virgin ass; I was relieved to have
already cum in her pussy, because now I could just enjoy--not have to worry
about cumming to soon. Enjoy I did, staring down at her spread cheeks, my
cock sliding in and out of her virgin ass, staring at those muscular twin
globes to either side, quivering and shaking even as I debauched her. I
let my eyes wander down her smooth, supple back, to her straight brown hair
hiding her face, elating in my ownership of her body.
And her asshole
was unbelievable: I could feel everything. Every hidden, suppressed
sob seemed to tremble through her body, teasing my prick, sending chills up my
spine; every shiver and shudder as the vibrator continued to assault her abused
clit sent pleasure coursing through my body; every involuntary tightening and
loosening of her ass making me shudder whenever I slapped her sweet ass.
This fourteen year old girl, this beautiful, lithe, sexy piece of meat, was one
of the best fucks I'd ever had, and I was going to take my time taking my
pleasure.
During, I lost
track of time as I abused her ass, keeping track of her own progress by the
small movements and tremblings of her hips and thighs, slapping her ass when
she got to close to her own orgasm, distracting her with a harder thrust, or a
thrust at a different angle. She was going to cum, there was no doubt
about that, but I was going to make it as good for myself as I possibly could,
and that was going to be really, really good. When I felt the buzzing
pleasure start deep in my loins, I let it lurk there, intensifying, playing
with it, pushing it down, letting it get stronger and stronger.
I leaned over
her, pushing her hips down, almost into the mattress, my body covering hers, my
hand reaching awkwardly underneath her, my fingers pressing against the
vibrator, rotating it, round and round, against her clit, making her gasp,
making her breathing speed up, her ass tremble beneath me, her thighs start to
shake.
"Cum for me
slut. I know you want to. Cum." I commanded, feeling her
control slipping.
She cried out, a
cry of pleasure and despair, as her body tensed and shook, her fingers and toes
curling, the tendons on her neck straining as an unwelcome orgasm washed over
her. Her asshole tensed, trapping me inside her, and I waited, still
rubbing her clit through the vibrator, my own orgasm near, every motion of her
trembling body seemingly transferred into her asschute, massaging me, pulling
my cum from my body. She cried out a second time, and sobbed, as a second
orgasm wracked her young body, and I came, pumping my cum deep into her bowls
through gritted teeth, my vision blurring, my head light.
When it was over
I quickly turned off the vibrator, leaving it in place while I lay heavily on
top of her, my cock slowly softening in her ass. I brushed aside the hair
covering her face, her beautiful eyes closed and wet with tears, her delectable
lips slightly parted as her breathing slowed, her delicate nose flaring with
each breath.
"My
slut-girl loves being raped in the ass, raped like a worthless bitch. She
came twice, didn't she? Most girls don't cum twice when they're being made
love to, much less raped by a complete stranger, but sluts do. All sluts
care about is getting a hard cock in one of their greedy little holes so they
can cum and cum and cum. It doesn't matter if they're raped or fucked and
it doesn't matter if the cock is attached to an old guy or a young guy--all
they care about is cock and more cock. Isn't that right, my little
cum-girl?"
She whimpered at
my words and started crying again, silent tears running down her face as I
continued teasing her, making her worthless in her own mind, good for nothing
but to be used as a sexual thing. She might not ever consciously believe
it, but there would always be doubt, doubt about the core of who and what she
was, enough doubt to make her easy prey for the debauched and perverted.
When my cock had
softened completely, pleasure-sore from the two orgasms I had had, I slid it
easily from her ass and climbed off of her prone body. I undid her
restraints but quickly rebound her wrists behind her back before gripping her
hair and pulling her to her knees on the bed. I stared into her eyes, red
and swollen with tears, dulled with shock and psychological pain, and smiled at
her as I quickly removed the tape holding the vibrator in place, putting it
back in my bag even as I held her kneeling there before me, her legs still
spread, a beautiful prize, this fourteen year old girl with the big eyes and
lithe, supple body, with her spend coating her firm, gorgeous thighs, mixed
with my own cum, proof of her debasement.
I stroked and
squeezed those perfect breasts for a moment, slick with sweat, savoring her
utter defeat. She had been easy prey: young, innocent, too
responsive for her own good. If I didn't have more time, I could have
ended there, but I had more time, and felt like playing.
Grabbing her by
her upper arm, I guided her off the bed and down the hall of her home, looking
for the master bedroom. When I found it I led her into the bathroom and
was delighted to find that they had a very modern shower, with multiple shower
heads, a glass door, and two wooden benches around two edges of the
shower. Leading her into the shower, I adjusted the water until it was
just right and started to clean both of us, not worrying if my mask became
wet. When I get the chance, showering with my victim afterwards is simply
wonderful: the warm, relaxing water sluicing over my body, the feel of
soft, supple, yielding female flesh under my hands, against my body, the small
jerkings and tremblings of her body as I clean out her most private places,
removing all outward signs of her violation. It was a time for me to
relax, to let the adrenaline filter from my body.
When I had
cleaned poor Emily, and enjoyed myself with the feel of her slight, teen-aged
flesh, I sat down on the wooden bench, letting the water cover me, soaking into
my mask, slapping into my eyes, and pulled her on top of me, her back toward
me, her head against my shoulder, her legs spread to either side of mine.
I locked her ankles with mine and spread her legs still further, causing her to
whimper and dip her head and close her eyes. She felt wonderful in my
lap, and I reached between her legs and began to gently rub her slit, my other
hand playing over the breasts and nipples, the water making everything slick.
I dipped my
fingers into her honey-pot and slid them across her clit, teasing her abused
nub remorselessly, gently squeezing and releasing her breasts, my fingers
running across her hardened nipples. Within minutes she was trembling,
her breathing ragged, her hips gyrating deliciously against my groin.
"You cum so
easily," I teased, continuing her torment, "I knew you were special
the first time I saw you, a true slut. Cum for me slut, cum for your
rapist, cum for your rapist."
I repeated it over
and over, telling her to cum for her rapist, my fingers speeding up, her hips
gyrating more and more, my cock starting to harden as her ass danced lustfully
over it. She started to whimper, and then she gasped as she came against
my fingers before going limp in my lap.
"That's a
good slut," I said, letting her rest beneath the spray a bit before
lifting her from my lap, turning off the shower, and drying both of us
off. She stood, unresisting, as I dried her, her head down, afraid to
meet my eyes.
I still had about
an hour, and had one more game to play with young Emily.
Leaving her arms
bound behind her back, I walked her back into her parents' room, where I had
noticed a full length mirror. I had her kneel down facing the mirror,
nudging her legs apart with my feet. As soon as I was satisfied
with her positioning, I slid my body beneath hers, my head almost touching the
mirror, the hardwood floor cold on my back and buttocks, holding my cock,
hardened by the rubbing of her slick ass-cheeks, jutting toward her recently
deflowered cunt.
"Time to
show what an obedient little slut you are," I said. "Now slide
that greedy little hole of yours down onto my cock."
She whimpered a
bit, but started to lower herself, inching her knees apart, lowering her ass,
while I positioned my cock. She whimpered again when her swollen slit met
my cock-head; I smiled.
"Look in the
mirror, slut. Look at the horny little slut in the mirror."
She lifted her
head, her dull eyes lighting on the mirror, her body moving as if on its own,
her cunt slowly engulfing my cock, her slick sheath sliding down my hardness
with delicious slowness. She stilled when our hips met, still looking
dully at the mirror as commanded.
"Now start
fucking, slut. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
She had no idea
what she was doing, but her hips were moving and my cock was sliding in and out
of that tight cunt. I put my hands on her hips and subtly began guiding
her movements, making them slower and longer, making her hips slide and twist
against mine on her down-thrust, teaching her body how to move to pleasure
me. For twenty long minutes she fucked herself on her rapist, sweat
sheening her body as she moved mechanically at my slight direction, before the
dullness left her eyes to be replaced by something like horror.
I had felt it
before she had, noticed the change in her movements, how my hands went from
subtly guiding her to merely resting on her narrow hips, which had started to
thrust and gyrate with an unwelcome urgency, her breathing slowly quickening as
a blush had started to spread over her face and breasts. She stopped dead
still, horrified at what she was feeling, starting at herself in the mirror
with wide eyes.
I don't know what
she saw there, but I saw a glistening teen-aged sex-goddess, hair wet and
tousled, lips parted and moist, breasts heaving, nipples hard with lust, her
legs spread to either side of a man, her cunt engulfing his cock, devouring
it. I grabbed her around the waist and began moving her again, making
sure to keep my hips still, until she started moving on her own again.
This time it only
took a few minutes before I felt her body give in, to start demanding the
release it knew was there for the taking. I had started to play with her
nipples, gently caressing them as she moved atop me. My crotch was wet
with our sweat and her growing arousal, her eyes locked on the mirror.
For the next half-hour she fought it, changing her motions whenever they became
too relaxed, too natural, too stimulating. I stayed silent, letting her
battle her own growing need, letting her justify giving in and letting the
pleasure take her.
I could tell when
she gave in, her hips grinding urgently against mine, smashing and rolling her
clit between us, her upper body thrusting her breasts into my hands, her small,
pink tongue darting out to moisten her lips as she started to pant with
lust. My cock, buried in her slender body, rode with her as her cunt
squeezed and released, massaging me closer and closer to orgasm. Her eyes
had lost focus, were turned inward, her slender thighs clutching urgently at my
body, her groin smashed against mine. She gave a cry of despair, her
movements becoming jerky, uncoordinated, her breathing harsh, as wetness flooded
my groin with her orgasm.
I quickly pulled
out and stood before her, one hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back
until she gazed at the ceiling, her mouth pulled wide, her mind still dazed by
what she had done. She had fucked herself to orgasm on her rapist--I
hadn't done anything, just lie there, while she had raped herself. If
what I had done to her, and her reactions, had not destroyed her before, this
should.
I placed my
cock-head against her open mouth and slid my hand up and down my shaft, quickly
finishing myself off, letting out a long breath of pleasure as I came, my semen
sliding down her tongue until it hit the back of her throat and she was forced
to swallow, her first taste of cum.
It was getting
late, so I lifted her to her feet and led her back into the bathroom. I
removed her wrist restraints and pushed her into the shower, turning on the
nozzles and telling her to clean herself up. When I shut the door to the
shower I warned her that, if I heard the door to the shower open, I would take
her with me. I smiled when I said it, and she cowered.
In fifteen
minutes, I had stripped her bed and put the sheets in the washing machine, put
new sheets on the bed, and cleaned up the wet spots on the floor in her
parents' bedroom with some bleach. Before I left, I stopped by the shower
where she was sitting, head hanging, sobbing, water streaking over her gorgeous
body.
"Too bad you
didn't open the door. I would have enjoyed taking you with me, you're
such a hot little slut. I've got to go now, your parents are bound to be
home anytime. Remember me, slut."
With that, I was
gone.
I called my
client back for the follow-up (most of my clients want an after-action report)
and gave him an in-depth report of everything I had done to his stepdaughter,
and her reactions. When I was done, I could hear him panting with lust,
and wouldn't have been surprised if he had been masturbating. I suggested
that, based on my experience, that if he handled things both forcefully and
gently, she would be easy prey, a suggestion that he took great heart in.
That was the end
of the job.
Usually I have no
idea what happens to my victims after I finish with them, and Emily was no
exception, although I did get a follow-up e-mail from her stepfather, which
simply said, "Thank you," so I assume that he was satisfied, and that
Emily was now his sweet little teen-aged fuck toy.
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I would like to
make this story a serial, but I only have two stories in my head, that of Emily
and Jennifer. I would appreciate reader suggestions of other requests
clients might make of my professional rapist. I would need a packet of
information: a name of the victim, relationship to the victim, a
description, a reason for the job, and what results are desired.
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