“Please? Please what? ‘Please rape my asshole the way I deserve to have it abused?’” He shook me with a cruel hand in my hair and I yelped, lifting to alleviate the pain.
“No, wait- oh, no!”
Every single time. He had been conditioned to love these twisted games and somewhere along the way I had been conditioned to protest and struggle like a good violence playmate, so the words just escaped me even if I thought about how I couldn’t say them. He knew it too and it always gave him twisted amusement. “Oh, that’s right! I promised to leather your ass until you couldn’t fight me anymore. I’m glad you reminded me. It will make your assfucking hurt all the more after the belt, but let’s get rid of this shirt first. Hold still unless you want to get cut.”
I froze when he lifted a pair of scissors from a bag to the side, then pant in terror when he trailed them down my throat, his eyes glittering with dark intent. My blood raced and I went dead still. His game up until that point had just been that effective to my terror rush, so it was almost in a weird state of overdrive, jumping me at the slightest provocation. He only chuckled wickedly at my obvious dread and started cutting through my shirt, down the middle and then across the sleeves so that the tattered remnant was easily shoved away. He snorted in disdain at the sight of my bra, cutting through the straps in derision. “Fucking really? You just came so hard that it was the most obscene thing I’ve ever seen and it was from being abused like a toy. Why the fuck would you bother with a bra and not be the worthless little slut you know you are?”
I whimpered and I was really good at getting myself to cry for these games. He hadn’t been the only one to be conditioned. I had a part to play and I was really good at it after so many playtimes, too. I shook my head, sniffling, and he slapped my face, then grabbed my chin brutally, yanking off the broken bra. “I asked you a fucking question.”
“I don’t know!”
“I don’t know either. Just for making me cut through it, actually, you deserve to have these tits punished.” I pushed at his arms and struggled, whimpering, but it was pathetic when my hands were taped and he shoved them out of the way disdainfully, slapping my breasts and cinching the nipples, baring his teeth with his blatant contempt. “You can’t even be a slut correctly.”
“I’m sorry! Please stop hurting my tits!”
“That eager to move on to having your ass leathered? Alright, we can do that.” I moaned at the reminder of the pain coming to me and then yelped when he squeezed my breasts. “Tell me you’re a worthless rape toy and apologize for wearing a bra first.” And then he followed it up with one of our phrases for the second part of our games. “Someone needs to teach you your fucking place anyway.”
Thrill shot through me, eager dread and desire in equal parts. “No, please don’t make me say that, ple-!” I cut off with a shriek when he viciously twisted my nipples. “Please stop!” He cinched again and I shuddered. “No, I- No!” Again, and this time it was followed by my tits being slapped. “I’m a worthless rape toy and I’m sorry I covered my tits!” I shouted it, sobbing miserably in dirty humiliation so that he smiled in evil satisfaction.
“Much better.” I sobbed in fear when he undid his belt and doubled it over.
“Please don’t hurt me, please I’m scared! W-what are you going to do to me?” My begging rose to fearful shouts when he grasped me by my throat and leaned over me, slicing his belt downward so that it left a hot trail of wide pain down one asscheek.
“I told you. I’m belting you until you take my cock up your ass.”
I scrabbled uselessly at his wrist, only to have him swiftly release my throat to slap my hands away again right as he brought the belt down in a series of stinging rapid strikes across my ass. I made soft crying sounds, the kind he liked most, and managed to ask the rest. “But w-what about after that?”
He smacked the belt harder while I yelped in hot pleas, so that I was started to break like a good, trembling little victim. His voice was soft when he replied, with some quiet emotion that the victim I played wasn’t supposed to recognize when he answered. “Don’t think about that.” He said the words like they were supposed to be sinister words, but they were never ever a sinister emotion with this game.
I had to hide my smile against his arm even while the belt made my ass feel like it was on fire, had to take a second to get back to the game, which was really easy when he cracked the belt down even harder. The fear rose back up to encompass everything and I clasped his hand. “Please, I’m scared! I can’t take anymore! Please stop hurting me, please don’t fuck my ass, please… please use my pussy again instead.”
He snorted derisively. “Why would I do that after you came so hard from it before, when I’d rather hear you crying in pain? Your cunt wouldn’t even feel good anymore after being gaped like a fucking cavern. Tell me what I want to hear if you want to make the belt stop.”
My asscheeks were singing with the sweetest torture and I had to make myself think through a haze. “But I’m scared! What are you g-going to do after you’re done fucking me?”
He growled in frustration and grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look up into his eyes. “I’m not going to fucking hurt you. Are you happy? Now, say what I told you to.”
I whimpered, then broke and whispered, “Please fuck my asshole. I’ll be good.”
He acted like he was setting the strap down, only to smile cruelly and grab me to slice it down two more abrupt strikes that made me shriek and beg. I was cowering when he did set it down, enough so that I fell forward and then was shoved farther down when he pressed my head to the floor. “Then be good and lift your ass up.”
I sniffled a little bit, but obediently lifted, whispering soft pleas under my breath. “Please don’t hurt too bad, please don’t hurt me, please…” I yelped in surprise when he shoved into my pussy first, then moaned in fear when he just as quickly withdrew and pressed into my asshole.
He laughed behind me. “You’re a liar about this too. You’re dripping so much cream that I think you like the thought of having this asshole gaped even more than you liked it with your cunt.”
“No! No, I don’t- Oh, please!” I shrieked when he forced inside of me, a hard, vicious press that made my asshole squeeze around him with my panic and alarm. He did it slowly enough to make the pain last, but not slow enough for me to get used to the sensation. It was just the right pace for maximum pain, so that I quivered underneath him and couldn’t keep from making these small little writhing motions.
“Stop struggling. Do we need to go back to the belt?”
“No! No, please, I’m sorry! It just hurt.”
He slapped my sore ass so that I cried out. “It’s an assfucking. It’s supposed to hurt, but you’re such a slut that I bet you love it to hurt.”
“No! No, I don’t like it.”
He laughed. “Let’s find out together.” I couldn’t keep from crying out when he worked inside of me, an abrupt, brutal pace. I clasped my hands in their tape in desperation and bit my wrist with how fierce it felt. It was too painful to be pleasure but too pleasurable to be anything less than exquisite. I closed my eyes, mouth opening a little, and it took me longer to reach the orgasm that time.
But not overly long. My back bowed lower under the sudden sunburst of bliss, every bit as violent as the actions that had caused it. I felt him still inside of me while I pulsed on him, heard him whisper a harsh curse of shocked desire under his breath, and I couldn’t fully come back to. I lay still when he went back to fucking me, unable to fight anymore when my body was so stunned.
He lifted me with a hand in my hair while I shivered and took his assault in a form of dazed submission. I whimpered when he grasped my throat, laying my head back on his shoulder while he worked like a piston inside of me. “So you’re an experienced little slut who can orgasm from a dick in your ass, too.” All I could manage was a low, begging whine and he squeezed my breast so that I shuddered. “Lying little bitch.” But his voice had changed because this was how our game went when I couldn’t keep up the struggle and fell to my submissive tendencies. He pinched my nipple, fucking me so hard that it felt like he should wound me. As it was, my asshole felt like it should be humiliatingly stretch for days when he was done with me. It was the kind of sex that just felt like my hole shouldn’t be able to recover from that level of brutal, quick, persistent fucking. “Come here. Turn your fucking head.” He lifted his hand from my throat to my cheek and forced my head to turn to his, pressing his lips to mine so that I moaned into his mouth with fearful surprise.
He made his kiss violent, as if it was a punishment for my lying and I whimpered eagerly for how good it felt to have his tongue lashing mine while he rode my ass. When he pulled away, he stroked his forefinger along one jaw. “Tell me the truth. Tell me you’re a filthy slut who loves my cock in your holes.”
I stared into his eyes and somehow, now that his theatrical face paint was messed up in places, he looked all the more fearsome with his intensity. I shivered around him, then gasped with a shock of pleasure, pulsing around his cock in something like a mini orgasm. “I’m a filthy slut who loves your cock in my holes,” I whispered obediently.
He stroked my face, eyes sparking with this fire and amusement, and he finally slowed his pace down to something that didn’t feel like it might kill me. “Good girl. Doesn’t that feel better to admit it? Now you can moan as loud as you like for how much you love it and you don’t have to pretend to protest at all. You want to be a good rape toy and cum for me nice and hard? If you admit that you want it, I’ll give it to you.”
I sniffled, crying a little for him, but then nodded. “Yes, please, I want to be a g-good rape toy and cum hard.”
“Good girl.” He cooed the words in condescending approval, then slapped his hand on my pussy so that I shrieked in a wild sound of my need. “Now, I want you to show me you mean it by coming from a pussy spanking while your ass is fucked.”
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