She was a stumbling, groggy mess, as the wandered down the stairs. The party was rowdy and crowded, fueled by far too much alcohol. But he had kept his eyes on her all night, watching her down drink after drink. From sober, to tipsy, to completely wasted.
No one was going to miss one person, everyone else was far too gone themselves. And he had waited a long time for this opportunity. Rejected and rebuffed time and time again by her. His advances always laughed off and teased away. He wasn’t going to let this chance pass.
He approached her, half slumped against the deck railing. Her jerking, drunk movements spilling her drink over herself. Her tight skirt clung to her curves, accentuating her plump ass and wholesome waist. Her blouse was crooked, one-shoulder slipped off her shoulder exposing her large breasts. He could feel his cock twitch with excitement.
He found it easy to get her away. No one noticed him dragging her into a taxi. Her groaning out of incoherent slurred words simply lost in the rowdy crowd. She didn’t have a goddam clue. Drunk and helpless.
“Big night eh?” The taxi driver laughed over his shoulder as he pulled off the curb.
“For her it was! I’m just the baby sitter” He laughed back, causal and calm. Looking over at this nearly comatose girl, her shirt a ruffled mess, revealing her plump breasts.
“Where’s home then?”
“Ahhh head to…” He quickly flicked through her purse, finding her ID. “18 Burton Street”.
Her head was lolling back and forth across his chest as the taxi turned. He kept his arm firmly tucked around her, holding her steady. Not that he thought she was going anywhere, he was simply savouring every little bit of contact he could have. The warmth of her pressed against him, the glimpses of her breasts, her ass perfectly rounded against her skirt.
Then, the taxi stopped .
He easily managed to scoop her up and out of the taxi, even managing to yell a “Thanks a lot mate!” As he kicked the door shut. She slumped against him heavily, not even able to drag her own feet across the footpath as he brought her to the door of her flat.
She could barely stand, head rolling loosely around her shoulders as her chest sagged deeply against him. Her slurred words barely making any sense as he fumbled with her keys.
“Where… Are.. We?” She groaned uselessly, wobbling between him and the doorframe. “Who are y-you?”
“Fuck you really are wasted” He laughed, feeling his excitement growing. Knowing there was no turning back now as he pushed open the door to her flat.
He roughly guided her down the hallway to a bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. He didn’t waste any more time, knowing that despite being drunk, the pill he had slipped would wear off.
His hands greedily groped at her. Feeling up her full thighs, sliding his hands up to her ass. Her skirt hitched high, stretched tight against her cuvy form. His cock ached against his pants as he continued, squeezing her ass in his hands. She put up the first bit of resistance he’d had since dragging her into the taxi.
A pathetic “No!”, a swat of a limp hand against his, and an absent jerk of her legs. Barely worth registering a response from him, but he did find her feeble attempts amusing.
“You shouldn’t have drunk so much, huh? You little slut” He was practically spitting the last words out, tasting the anger and resentment on his tongue. He’d waited far too long for this.
“Can’t even control yourself… Just a useless, drunk whore”. His voice was loud and angry, his hands gripping at her harshly, not caring for the damage he could cause. He wanted her, and he was going to have her.
He snagged her skirt in his fingers, too tight to ever be modest, ripping it off her legs. All she managed in response was a misguided kick and a pathetic groan. He didn’t even care, far too fixed on her partly exposed body.
“Oh fuck, you really are begging for it” He sneered, staring at the bright pink G string she wore. Its thin slip of fabric clinging to her outer lips, and he could see the outline of her perfectly smooth cunt.
His hands greedily continued, snatching her blouse off her chest and dragging it over her head, popping off the delicate buttons as he went. Again, all she responded with was a hopeless, useless attempt at fighting, arms flailing aimlessly.
“Doonnttttt…” She slurred out, her arms drunkenly waving across her chest, like she was trying to cover herself.
Next, he snapped off her bra, fully exposing her large breasts. They bounced and jiggled as she squirmed in her groggy haze. Seeing her exposed, her soft pink nipples already hard, made his cock twitch in his pants and heart race.
He enjoyed the sight of her, nothing but a tiny scrap of fabric covering her mound. Her thick, juicy curves; the rounded hips, full ass and perfectly plump breasts. He felt his cock ache as he continued oggling her, ignoring her weak pleas.
“No….Stop itttt…” She slurred out, kicking her legs against him as he leant between her legs. The glancing blows did nothing to hinder him, and she barely managed to flutter her eyes open for a moment.
“If you didn’t want it, why did you dress like such a whore?” He sneered down to her, his hands moving to tightly grip her each side of her waist.
“You’re such a fucking tease” He spat out, his voice thick with anger and lust. He could feel his hard cock pressing against his pants and his heart beating heavily in his chest. He fucking wanted her, and he was going to have her.
He gripped her thighs tightly, enough to leave bruises, and pushed her legs open further. Spreading her wide enough so he could kneel between them. Exposing her barely covered cunt, the pink fabric slipping in between her smooth lips.
“Doonttt, stop it” She groaned again, her legs weakly trying to close against his. An arm swatting down across him did nothing as he continued to hold her. He knew he needed to not delay, the taxi drive had taken longer than he anticipated.
He moved one of his hands to her sex, pushing the thin fabric aside to expose her cunt. Then, he slid along the length of her opening, feeling her smooth lips spread slightly for him. He couldn’t help but groan, his cock aching for release.
“Uhh fuck… You are perfect” He moaned as he pressed two fingers into her opening. Her cunt was tight against him as he pressed slowly into her, feeling her move slightly beneath him.
“Stop! No! Stop!” She squealed loudly, like a switch had been flicked on into her brain. Her hands hit heavily against his chest and her legs trying to buck him off.
“You’re such a fucking bitch. You deserve this!” He snarled down to her, meeting her terrified eyes with his. A scowl across his face as he used his body weight to keep her pinned beneath him. His two finger still buried inside her cunt as she fought.
“Fucking stop!” She cried out again, her legs kicking beneath him, made contact, hard, as she tried to jerk free. The kick sent him reeling back, instinctively withdrawing off her as he doubled in pain. She didn’t hesitate, quickly leaping off the bed as soon as his body shifted off her. He glanced her stunning out of the room, still have drunk and drugged.
Not that she got far.
Within a few seconds, he was behind her again. A strong arm wrapping around her waist, dragging her into him. He cut off her scream as his hand gripped her throat, squeezing tightly. He felt her nails dig into his arms, scratching and snagging at him, but he didn’t let go.
He hauled her the few metres back into the room, roughly shoving her down onto the floor. She hit the ground hard enough to wind herself, and the few seconds she sat dazed was more than enough time to regain his position of power.
Quickly, he grabbed a fist full of her long hair, yanking her off the floor harshly. She squealed out in pain, tears now flowing down her face, smudging her makeup.
“P-p-please stop!” She wailed, her voice stuttering and broken with sobs.
“What you don’t like being treated like a whore?” He sneered back, jerking his wrist to face her head upwards towards him. He was enjoying this, and wanted her to see him do so.
“Answer me!” He snarled again, bringing his free hand to strike her hard across the face. He wasn’t satisfied with her pathetic sobs.
“No! Please!” She squealed out, hands uselessly clawing away at his legs. Her eyes were wide and terrified staring up at him. The red, raw welt already appearing across her cheek.
‘Smack!’ Again, he hit her.
“What was that? You like being a slut?” He growled, still holding her head upright by the hair.
“P-p-please!!” She wailed
‘Smack!’ Another hit
“You like being treated like a slut, don’t you?” He snarled, his voice was brutal and loud. He was going to make her pay for rejecting him.
“I l-like… Being treated like a s-slut” She cried, her voice muffled with her tears and gasping breaths.
“That’s it you cockslut. You fucking wanted this” He sneered, watching the tears roll down her face as she whimpered and squirmed beneath him. His hand tangled in her hair kept her still as he groped roughly at her G string, snapping the fragile fabric off her.
“No! No! Please!” She cried out, kicking her legs out again, trying to push him off her. Although her pathetic attempts to escape were amusing, he was growing quickly tired of it.
“That’s enough!” He yelled down at her, both of his hands moving to find her shoulders. “Is this what you want me to do, huh?” He growled, jerking her upper body upwards off the floor, only to slam her down again. Her head thudding hard against the ground as he did so, causing her to cry out.
“Huh? Is this what you fucking want? For me to hurt you?” He snarled again, picking her up a second time, only to shove her back down. His fingers digging heavily into her pale skin, leaving marks as he slammed her into the floor.
She was stunned into a moment of silence, no doubt dazed from the two heavy hits. Her eyes glazed over, but tears still falling. Her hands helplessly holding against him, as if she was trying to push him away.
He took his chance, flicking his belt off. He stayed knelt between her legs, forcing them to remain open. Then, he grabbed her wrists. Still dazed, she only put up a useless struggle. He quickly tied them through the belt, latching the buckle tightly. The belt was cutting into her skin, but he was not paying attention to her pained sobs.
“Please don’t do this!” She whined through panting, shaking breaths as he then looped her bound hands through the foot of the bed. He didn’t bother responding to her, concentrating to tie her tightly so she couldn’t escape again.
He sat back to admire his handiwork. His legs forcing her legs wide open, her bound wrists above her head, tied onto the foot of the bed. Her once perfect face was now red and flushed, large welts growing on her cheeks, her makeup a smeared mess. His eyes lingered over her perfectly plump breasts rising and falling with her shakey breathing. Then down her waist, to her exposed sex, those sweet pink lips.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” He laughed, his greedy eyes meeting her teary one’s. He couldn’t wait any longer, his cock aching for release.
Kneeling between her splayed legs, he pulled his pants down exposing his thick, hard length. She whimpered and squirmed in response, hips bucking uselessly against him. Her struggle only made him more excited.
Leaning forward across her, his hand guided his hard cock across her wet opening. The other reached up to her throat, forcing her to look at him. He gripped her tightly under the jaw, squeezing as hard as she could. Feeling her splutter and cough as she gasped for air. A few pathetic gasps “S-stop!”, “N-no!” Was all she managed
“That’s it, beg you fucking slut!” He snarled down, enjoying the power he had over her. He watched her face turn red as she squirmed beneath him, his hand never leaving her throat. Squeezing the air out of her, her pathetic attempts to free herself became weaker and weaker. Watching her eyes rolled back, feeling her choking whimpers stop and her body go limp beneath him.
“That’s better” He laughed to himself, releasing his hand from her throat. A large bruise was already blooming across her neck. Her chest rose and fell steadily, but she was out cold.
Kneeling between her legs, he rubbed his hard cock back and forth across her opening. Enjoying the feeling of her puffy pink outer lips clinging to him slightly, already becoming slick with her wetness.
“Mmm fuck, even when you’re being raped you can’t help yourself” He groaned. He pushed his hips forward slightly, his hand guiding his wet tip into her opening. Slowly pressing his thick length inside her, inch by inch.
“Uh fuck! You’re so tight for a whore” He moaned out, pressing his full length deep into her cunt until his balls rested against her ass. He bent forward, pressing his hips deep into her cunt as he leant over her body. Knowing if she woke up now, she wouldn’t be able to fight against his whole weight on top of her. He smirked at the thought, his face hovering above hers.
Then, he brought his face down to her plump breasts, catching one of her nipples in his teeth. His pinched and sucked the nipple, while one of his hands kneaded her other breast roughly. Squeezing and twisting the soft flesh harshly. Knowing, and enjoying, the fact he would leave marks, while his cock remained buried inside her.
But he had waited long enough for this, for her. He pulled up from her chest, teeth grazing on her nipples as he withdrew, the soft pink flesh bruised and raw. His placed his arms each side of her waist, propping himself up to enjoy the view of her helpless body.
“Mmm fuck, now you’re really mine” He growled, withdrawing his hips. He slowly edged his cock out of her, now slick with her wetness, until only his tip remained inside her.
“That’s it take it like a good whore” He grunted, as he slammed his hips back into her, burying his cock. He didn’t care for how rough he was, or how much she would hurt.
“You fucking slut!” He snarled between his moans as he began working his hips rhythmically. He slammed his thick cock inside her, the force making her whole body shake and breasts bounce. Then withdrew, only to thrust deep and hard into her again. Over and over, pumping hard, deep and rough. Her perfectly curved body flinching and bouncing as he raped her.
“Uh that’s it, take it like a whore” He grunted out between panting breaths. Watching her blank, unconscious face, her bruised breasts bouncing with every pump of his hips. The wetness she couldn’t control slicking his cock, white and frothy as he fucked her, raped her, hard.
He could feel his orgasm quickly growing, the tightness in his stomach almost burning. He kept fucking her hard, slamming his hips into her, over and over. Thrusting himself deep until his balls rested against her thick ass, only to withdraw again. His throbbing cock was coated in her sweet, white juices, and the noise of her wetness mixed with his moans.
“Uh fuck you’re so good!” He groaned, his hips working harder and faster.
A twitch on her face, a slight groan. Then, the fluttering of her eyelids as she stirred. Like a switch had been flicked, she was conscious again. Eyes wide with fear, mouth agape in a silent scream.
“There you are, you fucking slut!” He laughed, voice thick and heavy. He didn’t stop fucking her, brutally raping her cunt.
“No!” She squealed, arms helplessly thrashing against her ties. Her hips pathetically bucked against his as he slammed his cock into her again.
“What? You don’t like being treated like the whore you are?” He sneered, adjusting himself on top of her. He leant forward, placing the weight of his chest over hers, his face inches away.
“Please! Please stop!” She wailed, legs kicking out beneath him.
He brought one hand up to her mouth, covering it roughly. The other, grasped her waist tightly, digging into her soft flesh. His whole weight on top of her as his chest pressed into her breasts and his cock buried in her cunt.
“Shut up you fucking slut” He snarled, squeezing his hand tightly around her mouth. Her whimpers of pain muffled and dull, tears streaking her cheeks.
He began raping her again. Drawing his hips away, keeping his eyes locked on hers, then slamming back into her. Her body shuddered under him, her eyes flinched shut. Then again, he withdrew his thick, wet cock from her tight hole, only to brutally thrust deep inside.
He fucked her hard and fast. His hips pumping his throbbing length into her wet cunt over and over. One and still grasping around her mouth, muffling her pathetic squeals.
“That’s it, take your rapiststs cock!” He groaned, feeling his orgasm quickly coming. His balls ached and his heart raced. His hips slamming his cock into her cunt over and over, her juices soaking him. Every thrust of cock drove him closer and closer, his groans becoming louder and more desperate.
“I’m gonna fucking claim you! I’m gonna fucking cum inside that cunt of yours!” He groaned loudly, on the edge of orgasm. His voice was thick and desperate. His hips pumping hard and fast, slamming into her again and again. Her tight, wet cunt gripping his thickness, and her body shuddering with each thrust. Small, pathetic whines escaped her covered mouth.
“Uh uh fuck you whore!” Hr growled, driving himself over the edge of his climax. His eyes fixed on hers, wide and pleading with tears. He roughly thrust his length inside her again burying himself, balls deep, as he felt his cock twitch and throb. His heart was pounding, and his groans were loud and desperate.
“Uh fuck! Fucking take it!” He snarled loudly, feeling his balls ache and cock erupt inside her tight cunt. He pumped his length in harsh, jerky thrusts as he came, working his seed deep inside her. His cock twitching and throbbing as he came hard.
His breathing was laboured and heavy as he withdrew from her tight hole. Releasing her mouth, he propped himself up, enjoying the view as he pulled himself out of her. His thick cock was dripping wet, covered in her juices and his cum. He didn’t pay attention to her tearful sobs, her squirming attempts to move.
“Fuck, you’re such a bad girl” He sneered to her, pulling his cock out of her cunt completely. He spread her legs further, watching his cum leak from her sex. Her smooth lips were red and puffy from abuse.
Cleaning himself on her bedsheets, he moved across her. His hand gripped her face as he leant in close. Sneering down at the sobbing, pathetic mess on the floor. Her make up ruined with tears, large welts on her cheeks from where he’d hit her, the purple bruising around her throat.
“Tell anyone, and I’ll fucking ruin you” He growled, squeezing her tight until she whimpered in pain. She didn’t dare meet his eyes.
“Did you hear me? You fucking slut!” He snarled, his hand bringing her head off the flood slightly, only to slam it back down. A gasp of pain escaped her as she instinctively tried to pull her arms to protect herself.
“Y-yes… I won’t t-tell” She mumbled through her tears, almost spluttering the words out.
“Good…Our little secret” He chuckled as he released her face. Then shifting he took his belt off from her wrists. Standing he straightened his clothes, and smirked down to the helpless mess of a woman beneath him. Enjoying his handiwork for one last time. Her once perfectly pale legs covered in bruises, her cunt red and raw, the bite marks on her breasts. His eyes lingered over the bruising around her throat, her smeared makeup and tearing eyes.
“Until next time” He smirked down at her, then turned, walking out the door.