Big Girls Do Cry

[IntimateViolator]

This is a new story begun recently but as yet incomplete. I decided to go ahead with posting it to serve as a challenge to keep going on it.

Big Girls Do Cry
Part 1

It's that time of year again. That's what I first thought as I pedaled the stationary bike. I was watching two girls who had entered the cardio room at the gym. The New Years Resolvers. They made resolutions about loosing weight and/or getting in shape. They get signed up at the gym and start working out.

For the first two or three weeks every year the gym was crowded in the morning. Then the Resolvers get distracted. They start sleeping in again. That leaves Regulars, like me, to have the gym to ourselves.

But that was only part of what I noticed. This set were one of those pairings I've noticed since grade school. The somewhat attractive girl and her usually overweight friend. Not morbidly obese, just a bit heavy. The kind who have to shop the plus size racks. I noticed the overweight friend more than the other one. She was my kind of girl.

I liked the way her full bottom was displayed in the workout gear she wore. Her sweat shirt hid much of her upper body but that full bottom was a winner. The kind of bottom that I love to grab hold of and pound from behind. The kind that jiggles from the smack of my hand on her flesh. The kind that turns pink, then red.

Big girl delayed starting up her run on the stair-stepper by fiddling with her music player, getting her earphones on just right and positioning her towel and water bottle but was soon putting her body into motion. She zoned out for a time listening to whatever her player held.

I finished up my cardio time for the day and gathered up my gym bag. I put my Professional Salesman face despite being sweaty and ready to head to the showers. I pulled my business card case from the gym bag and paused by the stair step machines.

“Hi! I was noticing that you are both new here, or new at this time. Just thought I'd say hello!” I gave my name and handed them each a business card.

“You sell cell phones?”

“Yes, that's my full time job! I have the best prices in town for many of the major services! If you have been thinking about getting one of those new Android phones I can get you set up in no time!”

It was shooting fish in a barrel. No matter how long you've had a phone you start to see things better on another one. Everyone looks for a good deal rather than paying full price. I knew I had a better than fifty percent chance of seeing my curvy little target soon.

It was a few days later, on a Saturday and she walked into my store, this time without the friend. She was wearing jeans and a scoop-necked sweater that showed off her cleavage. She had very nice breasts. The kind you can grab and push together for a good tit fuck.

I didn't let her catch me looking at her that way. I made a point of smiling and keeping eye contact as I showed her the model phones. I could see the nervousness in her face. It wasn't just the nervousness of someone being sold something they don't really need. It was being so close to me.

I towered over her by more than a foot. The sleeves of the polo shirt were very snug around my upper arm. I worked out for strength, not exactly body building but the muscles are evident. She was feeling being with an older, stronger, larger male.
For her part she was doing a good job of giving signals. Fiddling with her hair, smiling and doing a little giggling when she felt awkward. I'm sure it worked for her with other men. Made them feel protective even while being amorous.

I was looking forward to seeing her big brown eyes leaking tears. To see her ears and cheeks and chest turn red with shame.

She took the hook and I reeled her in. The phone sale was nice, helping keep my account topped off at the bank. What I was really after, though, were the things she would be giving up. Full name, address, place of employment, family nearby.

It's amazing how things she wouldn't give me at a bar would be handed over to set up her new cell phone service. And I got paid for it!

By the time I let my eyes take in her full, firm backside exiting the store I knew where I could find her, when I could expect to find her and when I was likely to be able to get into her place when she wasn't home.

Sweet little Summer (Not her real name, but I'll use it here) would be getting a lot more screwing that the phone plan I just signed her up for normally provided.

One benefit of not having been on a steady, constant career is that I have picked up a lot of things. Coveralls and toolbox. Velcro over the breast pocket allowed me to be “Phil” or “John” and velcro on the back labeled me as being with the cable company, phone company or an electrician.

I have also picked up a very nice set of pass keys for various common locks. The kind they install by the dozen on apartment doors. Especially in the apartment complex that Summer resided in.

No one pays too much attention to a repairman, especially one who is able to go right into some place.

I was in Summer's apartment with a couple of hours to spare. When she came home I would be able to welcome her. I had everything I needed in my toolbox. Well, almost everything was in there.

I love the time right before an attack when I'm in the target's most intimate place. I can go through her clothing, her night stand, her toiletries and medicine cabinet. Once this exploration clued me in to my chosen target taking some anti-viral medication and I moved on. She never even knew what she missed. I benefited by not exposing myself to what she had.

Summer was a good girl. She had some lingerie that was a little daring but mostly it was pretty mundane. She did have a couple of vibrators in her night stand. I smiled and planned to revisit that development later.

I was waiting behind the door when she opened it. She was carrying groceries and kicked the door closed behind her as she made her way to the small kitchenette. I followed, moving up behind her just as she finished setting down her purse and groceries.

I grabbed her brown hair in one hand and pressed the barrel of the snub nosed revolver to her head. She inhaled sharply.
“Screaming would be a very bad idea. Could be fatal.” I kept my voice low, steady. People who sound panicky engender panic. People who sound confident engender submission. “You be a good girl and it won't be so bad. It will all be over and I'll go away, you'll get around to making supper. You do want to live long enough to eat supper, don't you, Summer?”

Using her name was another tactic. She hadn't seen my face yet and probably hadn't really recognized my voice yet. But if I knew her name then I had control in more than one way. She gave a little nod. Her body was still tense all over but I had control of her head. She wasn't going to be able to do much until I let her.

“Let's go into the bedroom and we can get comfortable.” I uses my grip on her hair to force her to turn and march. She stumbled a little as I kept her head a little bent over.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” She started to get wound up as I made her move toward the bedroom. She wasn't so foolish as to not understand that implication. “Please. I haven't ever-”

“Now that we are here I think you should get comfortable. Start by taking off your clothes.” I let go of her hair. With only one door way out I was blocking any exit she could take. The gun was still in my hand when she turned. She saw it first, swallowing hard. Then she saw the rest of me.

“You! Why? How-?”

“Yes, me. Because I like the way your body looks and because I can. The how will be answered eventually but it won't start until after you take off those clothes.”

Her hands rose to the buttons on her blouse. She broke eye contact and hesitated to start.

“I- I haven't ever-”

“Virgin?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe we can strike a deal, but not until you learn to obey! Now, take off those clothes, Summer, you are pissing me off!” I let my voice raise only a little.

The fingers unbuttoned the blouse. Underneath a white bra protected her medium sized breasts. She hesitated to take off her jeans but those went down. White panties. Shoes and socks left her feet.

I had her step away from the clothes and then I snagged her jeans. The clip-on case holding fancy new cell phone was still on the waistband. I pulled it out seeing some serious possibilities.

“Keep going, girl. I have wanted to see you naked. Show me all of you!”

The tears she had fought shedding finally got permission, coursing down her cheeks in time to drop on her just released breasts. They rested on her slightly rounded tummy. I looked forward to feeling them, playing with them.

“Now the panties.”

Summer stifled a sob. The panties came down revealing a surprisingly sparse covering over her pussy. I moved closer and pulled out my handcuffs. “Turn around. Hands behind your back!”

She was shaking as she held her wrists behind her back. The ratcheting sound of the cuffs snapping around each wrist only further reduced her confidence. With her wrists cuffed I secured my revolver and reached around her body. My hands were finally on those soft breasts.

I have big hands and I squeezed both breasts, kneading them. I leaned down and kissed her naked shoulder where her bra strap had left a mark. The kiss turned into a lick, then a suck, then a nibble.

“No!” She said. She turned her face to the other side. “Don't! Don't make this like that!”

I laughed and grabbed both shoulders to force her to face me. She looked up at me with tears fighting to spill out of her eyes. I was grinning at her.

“You don't understand.” I said. Then I slapped her. She gave a short shriek more of surprise than pain.

“I get to choose, Summer. Not you. I get to decide everything I do to you, with you. I own you until I let you go!”

With no gun in sight she chanced it. She butted at me with her head. I'll admit it, she had more spunk than I had given her credit for. I fell half on the bed and she was past me, running naked for the front door.

With her arms handcuffed she was having a tough time grabbing the door and hadn't yet realized she would need to turn her back to the door to get proper leverage.

“NO!” She managed to yell before I put my hand over her mouth and dragged her back into the middle of her living room.

“I guess you are going to have to be convinced!” I growled into her ear. She stomped at my foot, trying to get my toes. Steel toed shoes complete the appearance of a working stiff and protect rapist's toes from victims who stomp.

“Wrong move!” I snaked a leg around Summer's leg and pulled it out from under her. This brought both of us down with me on top. As big as she was I had much more weight and cushioning my fall forced Summer's breath out.

Her face was on the carpet as I grabbed her hips. I lifted her up. She got her knees under her and tried to raise her head.

“No, little hellcat!” I grabbed her hair again and pushed her face to the carpet again. This had my body bent over hers, my hips pressed to her nice, full and now naked ass.

I think she felt it at the same time I did. The struggle had my cock rock hard. It was pressing at her through my coveralls. I chuckled as I heard her groan.

“Good work! Got my cock all worked up! It's going to rip that cherry away in no time at all!”

“Please! No! No! I- I can do- other stuff.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out her cell phone. I turned on the video portion of her camera. She couldn't see what I was doing.

“What do you mean? What is it you want to offer me that will be better than me fucking your tight little pussy?”

“I can- suck.”

“Suck what?”

“Your- thing.”

“If you don't even know what to call it how can you do a good job? I should just go ahead and see how far I can fit into you now!” I let her hear my coverall zipper. The zipper was a two-way, unzipping from the bottom for easy access.

“Your cock. I can suck your cock!” She was starting to get panicky.

“Convince me you want to suck my cock!” I started her cell phone's video mode.

“Please. Let me suck it. Let me suck your cock! I really want to suck it!”

I stopped the recording and smiled.

“Let's see if your talents as a cock sucker are enough to satisfy me! If not, well, your cunt will get twice the workout!” I pocketed the cell phone again.

I let go of her hair and pushed up to a standing position. I then reached for her hair again and forced her to kneel up. She tried to get one leg underneath her to finish standing and I slapped her again.

“Uh-uh! You want to prove you are a good cocksucker! You begged to suck my cock!” I held onto her hair and then got my hard cock freed of the coveralls.

I'm no freak of nature. Instead I'm a huge guy. All over. What is proportional to my body is on the large end of normal. I wasn't built to be a porn star but it was enough to make my little virgin prey shiver.

“You might be thinking about using your teeth.” I stated. I rubbed the tip of my cock over her cheeks, smearing pre-cum on her tear stains. “That would be a mistake.” I showed her the revolver again. I then let her actually start trying to follow through with our compromise.

She was inexperienced but trying to please. She was also crying. Tears on her cheeks as she licked at my shaft. She didn't seem to notice as the phone came back out and once more the camera was activated. I shot photos of her with her tongue touching my shaft. I was impressed. I had sold her a pretty damned good phone.

I wasn't so impressed with her oral skills. “That's enough licking. It's called cock sucking for a reason!” Open wide and start trying to suck my cum!”

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took in a couple of inches. That was about all she could take before my glans was brushing her teeth.

Little Summer may have been a big girl but she was small in some ways. Probably why I was really hot for her. Small wrists, small facial structure. She was a rounded petite girl.

Summer was a little doll and I was going to treat her like one. A living fuckdoll.

I held the camera, aiming down. She had been avoiding looking at my face while she performed her shameful act.

“Look at me, you little cocksucker!” The name stung her, sending red shame to her ears and cheeks even as she looked up and recognized the back of her phone. The camera lens. Those teary eyes widened as she realized I had been taking pictures of her doing this.

“You are very photogenic, Summer! Such a sexy little cockslurping cum-craving slut!”

She tried to pull back, to argue, to protest, to beg. I pulled on her hair, pushing in as deep as I could into that small mouth.

“Careful! I haven't cum yet! You stop sucking and I'll have to ram this hard cock into some other hole!” I shot more images of her as frustration, fright, anger, shame and disgust all tried to express themselves at the same time.

I put the phone away, both hands now in her hair. I fucked her lips for a bit. She was smart enough to realize that I couldn't actually force into her throat and that I was working toward getting off.

“You like being face fucked? Do you like having me use your mouth as a cunt?” She wouldn't look up but I could see the blush spreading to her chest. She sobbed as more tears spattered onto her naked breasts.

I pulled out of her mouth and cock-slapped her. “You aren't being very good as a cocksucker, Summer! Someone would think you didn't WANT me to cum!”

“I- it's my first time! I'm trying!” She sobbed. “Just go away! Leave me alone!”

“Maybe I should!” I snarled. I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her onto her feet. I hurried her into her bedroom and pushed her down on the bed, on her belly. I straddled her hips with my bod and then got the key out for the handcuffs. I unlocked her wrists.

Fear was giving way to hope that I was, indeed, going to leave her alone. I rose up only enough to force her to turn onto her back. Then I pinned her again and pulled one wrist up to the corner of the bed. I pulled out the rope I had tied there earlier and pulled the loop tight around her wrist. She was still pulling at that wrist when I did the same on the other side.

“What are you going to do?” She was shaking.

“I'm going to leave you alone! You asked for that, didn't you?” I rose up off of her. “Can't leave you able to run to the cops immediately after I leave.”

This seemed to relax her a little. Enough for me to get out some short stretch wrap and wind it around her head. A few layers quickly hid her eyes. It clings better than a simple scarf and cuts off light effectively.

I picked up her discarded panties. She started to worry when she felt me putting them over her feet but when she felt them sliding up she figured I was re-dressing her for some odd reason. I was, but not for any of the odd reasons she would have thought of.

She cooperated, lifting her hips as I pulled the snug, white panties up. All perfect. She was so relaxed she didn't fight when I spread her legs, two more loops holding her legs apart.

I turned on the TV, putting it to a music video channel and turning the volume up. I leaned close so she could hear me. “I'll call 911 when I'm safely away. The TV will make sure you don't make enough noise to be heard.” Then I stuffed one of her own thongs into her mouth. She was working at pushing it out with her tongue when I got a length of short stretch wrap over her mouth to hold it in.

I then put a nasty plan into action. I opened her nightstand and pulled out her two vibrators. She began to squirm quite nicely when I pulled the crotch of her panties aside. The slender little vibe I wedged in to stimulate her bottom hole. Not inserted, just to stimulate. The big rechargeable massager I positioned over her clit and turned both on. With the panties holding the two vibes in place she was fully wired up.

It was damned amusing to watch and I think she all but forgot I had been there. She was shaking her head, wailing into the panty-gag and wiggling her hips.

Summer fought to try and wiggle the toys away, working up quite a nice sheen of perspiration and then she fell back to the bed, panting hard through her nose.

The TV covered any small incidental noises I might make, including operating the camera on her phone for more pictures. After she stopped fighting it I prepared the phone and waited.

My sweet little Summer, the naughty virgin, let out a moan. She arched her hips, rolling them into the vibrations she had fought. I wasn't sure if the little microphone on the cell phone would capture the sound that escaped her gagged mouth but there was no mistaking the sensual thrusting her hips made. Then made again.

I was recording her enjoying the attentions of her own vibrators, tied up on her bed. The maximum file size for the video file was reached and the recording stopped.

I managed a few more snaps of her, especially when the darker wet spot appeared between her legs. The cell phone's storage was soon maxed out.

Lucky I knew someone who sold cell phones and so I had more storage cards. I reloaded and filmed a few more of her enthusiastic gyrations. Summer's nipples were hard and she was moaning faster. She was getting closer and closer. I even moved in for some close-up shots of how wet she had gotten.

She was making cute little mewling noises when I suddenly shut off the TV. She was too far gone to notice the lack of sound. She continued to make those noises until I yanked her panties down and stole her vibrators.

She went frantic, yanking hard at the ropes, crying into the panties.

“Such wet panties! You are a dirty girl, Summer!” I said to her. I stroked her slit through the wet spot on her panties.

She shook her head, blushing hot.

“Oh, I was supposed to go away, wasn't I? To tell the truth you looked so good humping your little sex toys that I just couldn't leave. Quite a performance! Do you play with your cunt very much?”

She growled at me. Gun or no gun she wanted to punch me. She tried to call me dirty names through the panties stuffed in her mouth.

“Such language! Do you suck cock with that mouth? Oh, yes, but not very well.”

More thrashing. I returned to toying with her slit. “Maybe I should swap out the panties in your mouth for this pair you are wearing. The ones in your mouth probably aren't this wet!”

My little virgin target was wet, true enough. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and tested inside with my finger, verifying that, yes, she was very much a virgin.

“You saved yourself. For me.”

Summer shook her head.

“What? The bargain? You were supposed to make me cum with your mouth! Did you manage it?”

She froze.

“I warned you that you'd pay the price for failure. You must have wanted me to go ahead and rape your pussy or you would have insisted on sucking the cum right out of my balls!” I took out some bandage shears and snipped the sides of her panties. I pulled them away from her wet slit, the outer lips swollen now. She smelled so good. Needy, horny. I slide my tongue along her inner thigh, starting at her right knee and moving up, up, up toward her slit.

I stopped before my tongue could actually contact her pussy lips. I started over on the left side. Again I stopped short.

I pursed my lips and blew a steady stream of air onto her wet slit and watched her shiver in response. She choked back a vocalization that was certainly a moan.

“I wonder if I am any better at the oral skills. Not cocksucking. Not my game. I prefer to lick pussy. Especially the pussies of dirty, horny, wet girls!”

My tongue brushed the edges of her outer labia. She tasted good. I was going to enjoy eating her against her will.

Summer had other opinions. She tried to tell me about them. I ignored her and proceeded to enjoy a form of “torture” that I had spent considerable time at learning.

I didn't rush. I took my time and teased Summer's sweet center. This wasn't going to become torment right away. Right now Summer was pissed at me. She wanted me to not be doing this. I could well be the first person to ever be this intimate to her.

I smiled and kept my slow progress. I paid lots of attention to her outer lips, licking, sucking on them, even nibbling. Not biting. Nibbling.

I could smell it before I tasted it. The sweeter, sharper scent that came with her wetness. The swelling of her outer lips. The unfolding of her tight little orchid.

When I slid my tongue between her inner lips her juices trickled out. I smiled and lapped up the offering. I heard my former good girl giving a whimper and felt her full hips roll against my invading tongue.

“You like this, don't you? You are a horny, wet girl! You are juicing all over my tongue!” I resumed using my tongue inside her. I tongue-fucked her and heard her whimpering increase in frequency and pitch.

“Summer is a dirty, horny girl! Loving having her cunt eaten! You are so going to love having my cock raping your wet little hole!”

The reference to her impending violation made her squeal, shaking her head. She tried to close her legs for a moment. I slid my tongue over her now hard clit. The squeal took on a whole new meaning at that contact.

“You are my dirty little girl from now on, Summer. Dirty, wet, horny girl!”

My words were playing against my actions. The actions distracted, made her shudder and shiver. The words humiliated her, belittled her, degraded her.

I wanted her ashamed. I wanted her horny. I wanted her to be ashamed she was horny.

Maybe if I had kept going I could have made her cum. Maybe. Or maybe not. It wasn't the goal. Not for me this night.

“Your cunt is so wet I don't even need to lube. I'm going to rip right into your virgin cunt and make you mine!” I was crawling up her body. My chin and lips smelled of her. I kissed her over the gag, listening to her inhaling. I felt her flinch from the recognition of what she was catching the scent of. Her eyes were wide open when I peeled away the stretch wrap that covered them. She blinked at the return of light, then she looked up at me. Down at the position of my body atop hers. She realized what I had planned.

“Oh, yes. Smell your wet cunt, dirty girl! Smell how wet and horny you got for your first fuck. Your first...”

My cock was hard and pressing into her now opened pussy. I thrust and speared into her, feeling the resistance of her hymen.

“RAPE!”

Summer fought. She tightened down. I loved it. She was trying to fight against my raping her even with her pussy now well lubricated by her own horny, happy honey. I watched it all pass across her eyes. Defiance. Anger. Denial.

She pulled at the ropes. She screamed into the gag. The eyes begged. They cried. Summer's eyes widened more.

“Yes! Fight me, dirty slut! Try to make me stop! Try to keep from being used like the wet fucktoy you really are!”

She was a game little vixen. I had to make five attempts to gain further traction. Each one left my cock all that much harder. It was her eyes that did it. Seeing the fear. The shame. The terror. She was going to lose.

I was laughing as I finally ripped through. “Gotcha now, little virgin! Got my cock through your cherry! You are MINE forever now!”

Summer continued to fight but she was tiring. Too soft, too lazy for too long. Not all big girls wear out so soon but everyone wears out at some point. The muscles get overtired. Oxygen gets short when someone is gagged.

She did not give up though. She yelled things into the gag. She screamed into the gag. She kept trying to make me pull out. I watched her eyes as she felt me fucking her. Raping her. My cock was in her cunt but in a way it was also in her eyes. I watched every thrust drag her deeper and deeper.

She didn't just give up. Not even when I told her that I was near the end.

“Feel that, dirty whore? Feel my cock swelling? Getting even bigger? Harder? That's because I'm ready to dump a big, hot, fresh load of cum deep inside you. You aren't on the pill, are you?”

Summer realized at that moment the horrible possibility. Such delicious terror.

I slammed in and ground my hips to hers as my cock finally let loose, spewing inside her raped pussy. She was crying hard, body exhausted.

She hadn't cum. I didn't care. That would happen another time, another place.

She was wet and full of my hot cum. Deep inside her.

Summer panted through her nose. I pulled the short-stretch wrap down to expose her mouth and nose. I found part of the panties outside her mouth and put it aside.

At first she just gasped for air. I could feel her feeling with her muscles to see if I were still in her. My cock had only softened a little so she could feel me still deep inside her.
“You did it. Now go!” Summer said.

I did rise up, my cock slipping from her now cum-flooded channel. I rose up and went to her kitchen. I found some bottled water in the fridge and took the cap off.

Standing over her, still tied to the bed, I drank deep of the water. She watched me and I saw her licking at her dry lips with her dry tongue. Summer needed water.

Filling my mouth and cheeks with water I looked into her eyes. I lowered my head to hers. My pursed lips over her mouth. I put my lips to hers and let water trickle into her mouth.

Summer might have rejected it. The water had been in my mouth. It was in the mouth of her rapist.

But she accepted it. She let the water trickle in. I heard her swallow and I let more water trickle in. I was giving Summer water in a very intimate way, forcing her to depend upon me for this essential need.

[captdsulu]

great job

+rep

[jwham]

Well written, easy to read & VERY hot.

[IntimateViolator]

Thank you both for the feedback!

[justmetoo]

Very nice. I love it when people us proper punctuation and don't put the story in one long paragraph. I like it concept too and am looking forward to the next part.

[IntimateViolator]

Summer accepted all the water I offered from the first mouthful. I refilled my mouth and then gave her more. I lifted my lips from hers, watching her face. She was good. She managed to catch me off guard.

Summer spat a good, solid squirt of lukewarm water right in my face.

I don't know if she thought it would make me leave. I don't know if she even cared if it made me hit her. I did catch the glint of satisfaction in her eyes as I wiped the water from my face.


For my part I was wondering what to do, too. While I was amused and enchanted by continuing to resist me, to fight back, I also couldn't let her get away with it. Summer had to be punished.

I didn't want to just slap her and punching isn't something I enjoy. If I don't enjoy it then why do it? Just to hurt her? What's the point in hurting her if I don't enjoy it?

I didn't get any further in my quandary. Summer's cell phone started playing its ring tone. From my pocket came the sound of “Phantom of the Opera”. I pulled out the phone and checked it, careful not to hit any of the buttons that would answer the phone.

The screen showed “Mom” and a phone number. I held onto the phone and after four rings the call went to voice mail.

“You had better clear out.” Summer said.

“Why is that?”

“If that was my mother then she's going to worry. Last time I didn't hear her calling she showed up on my doorstep within the hour!” Summer wore a small smile. To her it was apparent that my little games were over.

It could well be so. I wasn't prepared to try and tackle her mother. Summer was the one I wanted to play with. Mom wasn't on the playlist.

“Well, you sure seem to have it all figured out.”

“You cut me free right now and get out and I'll not call the cops.” Summer raised her voice.

“Oh. Calling someone. Yeah.”

“What do you mean?” Summer said. “You have to get out. Now!”

“Not before I send your mom a little something.” I still held Summer's cell phone and I changed the memory card. I put the video of her begging to suck cock on and showed it to her.

Summer's eyes went wide. Then her ears got red. Then she looked away.

“Maybe when she gets this little gem she'll understand that you couldn't, ah, come... to the phone.”

If Summer hadn't been tied to the bed she would have been doing her damnedest to do me great bodily harm.

“You will NOT send that to my mother!”

“Oh, that's the beauty of your new phone. Not only can I send it to your mother but I can actually send it to multiple contacts from your address book all at once! Every number in your cell phone could be watching you beg to suck cock within ten minutes!”

“No, no, no, no!”

“No? Well, maybe if you help out and tell mom everything is fine then maybe these videos won't be all over YouTube by the time you go to work tomorrow.”

The realization that she could find herself spread further than Paris Hilton was new a shock to Summer.

“You can't do that!”

“Shall we see? Under Options choose VideoMail and then mark the contacts in your address book...”

“STOP!”

“Then you'll talk to mom and relieve her fears? Make sure she doesn't show up or send in the cavalry?”

“Yes! Yes! Just.. don't send that to anyone.”

I smiled and crawled atop my prize, still bound to her bed, still vulnerable. I looked down into her eyes and watched the emotions she tried to mask play in the muscles of her face.

I pulled out my knife and rotated the blade out via the thumb stud. At the half-way point I gave a little flick of my wrist and the blade locked to its full length with a loud “snap”.

“I'm going to dial your mom and keep things on speaker phone. That way I hear both sides of the conversation.”

I brought the curved blade down to touch Summer's pale cleavage as she held her breath.

“If anything should be said that makes mom suspicious, well...” I let the needle sharp tip touch her flesh over her heart. “Your call might be cut short.”

I did not place the call right away. Instead I let myself play with Summer a bit more. I could see that the blade was frightening and rightly so. The inches of cold, curved steel teased against her flesh with the potential to bite deep.

I ran the edge over her tender flesh near the arm pit, watching goose pimples rise. I traced a large letter “S” on the flesh of her left breast with just enough pressure to leave the white outline of my tracing to linger for a few moments.

Summer shivered beneath me and I felt my cock rising again. The stuttering, shallow breaths she drew in were similar to those a woman riding to arousal on the most intimate of touches.

Summers eyes were closed until she heard the sound of the phone dialing her mother.

“Hello? Summer?”

“Yes, mom. It's me.” My knife slid through lazy curves that I traced down Summer's tummy, moving down, down, down.

“Are you alright, dear? You sound out of breath.”

“Yeah, uh, I ah, just had a workout.” The fine point drew slowly up Summer's inner thigh from her knee, creeping up her right thigh toward her recently raped pussy.

“That's good! You sit too much at that job. You need to get some exercise! You have me on speakerphone. You know I don't like it.”

“I, ah, I have to. My hair is wet. Don't want to get my new phone wet.” I knew I was being cruel but I was enjoying it. The knife blade teased at her outer labia. I traced the apex of her slit with the point of the blade. Summer tensed like a bow string in her bondage.

“Now you sound like you are shivering! You had better go get a hot shower! I was just checking up on you, making sure you are safe and sound!”

“Okay, I will!” Summer's voice rose in pitch as she felt me thrust. It was only after a moment or two that she realized that it was my finger that had pushed inside her pussy, not the knife.

“Bye-bye, dear!”

The call ended and pumped the finger in and out of Summer's pussy.

“My, my. Someone is very wet!”

“Fuck you!”

“You already did. And that's going to cost you!”

I pulled my finger from inside her and picked up the knife again. She raised her head, able to see that I held my dangerous toy again.

“What are you going to do with that!”

Sometimes it's better to let actions do the talking. Using one hand to stabilize her flesh I used my knife on her. I shaved off part of her pubic hair.

I keep my knife razor sharp and razors are made for shaving. The blade scraped across her skin with each pass of my blade. For each pass summer lost pussy hair.

I shaved her pussy down to just a little fringe of hair at the most sensitive edge of her slit. I then gathered up the discarded hair and dumped it in her bedroom wastebasket.

I was rather proud of my work as a barber and took another cell phone photo of Summer's pussy.

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“What do you think?” I asked Summer, showing her the image. “I think it's a good look for you.”

She turned her face away from the cell phone. “Why are you doing this to me? You've … done it to me! Why won't you let me alone?”

Since I was hard I decided to do something about it. My cock sank back into Summer's wetness. I enjoyed the sounds she made as she felt me going back in for another round. I'd been rough and she was sore. She was still sore as I started using her again.

“Because I wanted you, Summer. I wanted to do this to you.”

“Why me?”

“Because I see something in you, girl. I see someone I can enjoy. Thoroughly.”

“No!”

“You are wetter, Summer. What does that mean? That you hate me? That you don't like this?”

“It's just... from the friction!”

“You keep lying to yourself. I feel how you are clasping at me. I feel your hips rolling to meet mine!”

Summer shook her head, over and over. “No! No! I'm not like that!”

“You might not cum, but you are getting off on this in a whole different level! I can recognize someone who enjoys being a victim. My victim. And now my victim is going to get another load of my cum deep inside her wet, wet, horny pussy!”

“Take it out!”

“Take my cum, girl! Take it!” I ground myself inside her as my second orgasm hit. In a way it was better. I had told her about it. Why I wanted to be inside her, not someone else.

Summer was crying. My cock was soaking inside our mingled juices inside her and she was crying beneath me. If I hadn't just cum for the second time that afternoon I would have gotten hard right away.

I leaned down and kissed Summer on the forehead. Summer did quite a good head butt considering the angle.

I got up and got some ice for my cut bottom lip.

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“What do you think?” I asked Summer, showing her the image. “I think it's a good look for you.”

She turned her face away from the cell phone. “Why are you doing this to me? You've … done it to me! Why won't you let me alone?”

Since I was hard I decided to do something about it. My cock sank back into Summer's wetness. I enjoyed the sounds she made as she felt me going back in for another round. I'd been rough and she was sore. She was still sore as I started using her again.

“Because I wanted you, Summer. I wanted to do this to you.”

“Why me?”

“Because I see something in you, girl. I see someone I can enjoy. Thoroughly.”

“No!”

“You are wetter, Summer. What does that mean? That you hate me? That you don't like this?”

“It's just... from the friction!”

“You keep lying to yourself. I feel how you are clasping at me. I feel your hips rolling to meet mine!”

Summer shook her head, over and over. “No! No! I'm not like that!”

“You might not cum, but you are getting off on this in a whole different level! I can recognize someone who enjoys being a victim. My victim. And now my victim is going to get another load of my cum deep inside her wet, wet, horny pussy!”

“Take it out!”

“Take my cum, girl! Take it!” I ground myself inside her as my second orgasm hit. In a way it was better. I had told her about it. Why I wanted to be inside her, not someone else.

Summer was crying. My cock was soaking inside our mingled juices inside her and she was crying beneath me. If I hadn't just cum for the second time that afternoon I would have gotten hard right away.

I leaned down and kissed Summer on the forehead. Summer did quite a good head butt considering the angle.

I got up and got some ice for my cut bottom lip.



The smirk on Summer's face was really something to see. “Enjoying being the victim?” She asked airily.

Holding one of her ice cubes to my swelling lip I just let her comment hang. She was still tied to her own bed. Two loads of my cum coated the inside of her pussy with a bit of excess oozing out. I decided that would make another good photo. Her phone did the job.

The smirk was looking a little forced as her eyes followed that phone. She knew a little about what I had captured on the memory card. It was enough to worry her.

I had plans for the data on those memory cards. Plans she hadn't even begun to fear, yet.

That would develop in due time. For now it was essential that I teach her respect for me in other ways.

I sat on the bed and took the ice cube from my lip. I let the melting ice drip onto her chest between her breasts. Summer jumped at the chilly nibble.

The sun outside had been warm and her bedroom was even warmer. I brought the cold ice down and ran it from the first drip of melting ice toward her left nipple.

“Fucking stop it! Stop this shit!”

I looked into her face, the anger she was forcing out. “Do you suck cock with that mouth? Oh, yes, you do!” I smiled and slapped her across the face with my open hand.

It wasn't a hard slap. Just a sting to show her that I wasn't very amused.

“You've had your fun. Why are you doing this to me? Why don't you just leave?”

“I want you, Summer. I told you that already. Weren't you listening?” I brought the ice cube over her nipple which was hardening under the cold. It looked so good like that so I skimmed the ice over her right nipple.

“Is this some sort of psychotic love thing? You are crazy!”

“I may be, but I'm not the one tied up.” I put the dwindling cube in my mouth and put it in my cheek. My tongue and lips were warmer than the ice as I sucked at her hard left nipple. I let the cube slip down to impact her nipple tip, a contrast between warm flesh and cold ice. I heard Summer gasp, felt her back arch before she could stop it.

“I don't want this! I don't like this!” She said as I treated her right nipple to my mouth as the sliver of ice finally melted. I sucked hard on her right nipple, letting her feel my teeth.

“I didn't ask what you wanted. I want you. I intend to have you on my terms. I'm going to have you. The sooner you learn that lesson the sooner you will begin to enjoy being owned.”

“You will NEVER own me!”

“I already do.” I put my right palm over her mons and rubbed it. “I took your virginity. You will remember me for life. You will remember what I did today for the rest of your life. You could forget an old boyfriend, but I'm not just a boyfriend. I'm your first lover.”

“Lover? You are a fucking rapist!”

“Don't be redundant, little Summer. Of course I'm fucking if I'm raping you.”

The stream of profanity that she spouted at that gave me reason enough to smirk. I did, but I also tightened my hand, still resting on her mons. My fingers closed and gripped, grasping her pussy lips and mons into my big hand. She cut off as she felt me tighten even harder.

I knew that it wasn't equivalent to grasping a man by his testes but it was enough to get her attention.

“It's not just this,” I squeezed harder, “that I want. I want to own you.”

“Never!”

I picked up something with my free hand and relaxed my grip on her pussy. I saw the tension easing in her face as I eased up my grip. She was still staring daggers at me. I brought my free hand toward her face as I raised my hand from her mons. I slapped down hard on her mons and then brought my other hand over her mouth as she opened her mouth to cry out. The panties I'd cut off her hips earlier were stuffed into her mouth as she tried to yell out the pain and shock of having her pussy spanked.

The short stretch wrap was still around her neck and I pulled it up to hold the panties in place. For the next part of my time with Summer I had the feeling that she would be making a lot of noise. Best to muffle it.

“Hope you like the flavor on those panties. They came from my favorite little spot.” I reached down and rubs my hand over her recently spanked pussy to illustrate. I'm sure that most of what she tried to say consisted of even more profanity.

“Tsk, tsk. Such a mouth! I shall show you that I am to be feared, if not respected.”

I have read accounts of the acts of other rapists. Those who use fists and other weapons to harm their victims. Instead of being aroused I am always consumed by one emotion when I read of these acts.

Contempt. Contempt for such uncreative, stupid and wasteful acts.

Why cause any permanent harm to the flesh? The mind is often a much softer target. Sheer brutality usually ends in sensory overload, shutting down the mind.

I opened my “tool box” and took out some implements. Summer watched, falling silent as she started to grasp what was coming next.

Her nipples had begun to relax so I began to suck and nibble at the left one. Even without the ice I coaxed my little treasure's nipple to swollen stiffness. I looked into her eyes as I brought the clothespin to her nipple.

She was repeating “No, no, no!” through the gag, eyes focused on the wooden jaws. I lined the clothespin up and then let it bite down slow. The smooth wooden jaws bit down harder than my teeth had bringing a muffled wail from Summer. Her back arched and she twisted, thrashing in her bondage.

Had she held still the pain would have peaked fast and started to go numb. By shaking she forced the pin to wiggle, keeping the pain going. I slid my fingers into her pussy and pumped them in and out while she cried and writhed.

She stopped, sobbing, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. I don't know if she opened them again as I started sucking her right nipple to hardness. I only know they were wide open, begging me to stop as I brought the second clothespin into line. She tried to shake her body to prevent it but my hand grasped and squeezed her breast. I lined up the pin and let it bite in slow, also.

She was possibly too exhausted to repeat her shake and shimmy. Or she had figured out that it prolonged her torment. She lay there and let the pain burn in for the second one. My fingers still plunged in and out.

I felt her squeezing at my fingers. I felt her responding. A new, keening wail emerged as she realized what she had begun to do. She had begun to focus on the pleasure I was forcing upon her.

“Good girl. Go on. Enjoy what my fingers are doing. Let the pain in your nipples raise your pleasure! Ride the pain!”

I was pumping two fingers in and out and I began to stroke her clit with each inward thrust by lining up my thumb. Her clit was stiffening.

“Do you begin to feel it? Feel my power? Feel how you are here for what I want? Feel the pleasure of being owned?”

Summer rode the fingers. She didn't really have a choice. I had practiced this with others.

I felt Summer building toward the peak. I could feel her pussy spasming, clasping. She was near and couldn't stop.

I had the power, the control. I could say whether she would cum or not. I kept fingering my little slut.