I Love A Woman That Is A Slut When She Fucks
[center][big][c=#7700B2]The Favor[/c][/big][/center]
[b][Trigger Warning]
The following piece [u]may be offensive[/u] to some people because it contains [u]rape fantasy[/u], which is not real. [u][c=#BF0000]Real rape is wrong.[/c][/u] This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.[/b]
[big][c=#008099]//Purely Fiction[/c][/big]
The way Mila cried only made Sam harder. He loved it when they cried. He hadn’t pegged Mila for a crier and he was usually pretty good at figuring out which girls would cry and which would retreat into their own brains and try to hide out from the truth of what was happening to them. He liked that she was crying. It was an added bonus to how good her pussy felt as it clamped down on his cock. These stupid girls didn’t realize that their fight was what made him harder. The more Mila fought the more he enjoyed fucking her.
She screamed a lot at first but her screams had dissolved into quiet, self-reflective sobs. He knew she was in a state of shock and disbelief. He’d played the nice guy for a long time before he got to this point. He had made her trust him. He had given her the false hope that he was a good guy, a guy that would be there for her as a friend and maybe more.
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” she had confided in him. “I’m saving my virginity for marriage.” Sam’s eyebrows had raised in interest but he had played it cool.
“I respect that,” was what had come out of his mouth and he had struggled to keep a straight face. He tried his best to hold it together. He wanted Mila to trust him completely before he violated her trust. It made him cum harder that way.
“You aren’t like other guys,” she had wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. He stroked her hair the way a man who loved her would have. Sam didn’t love her. He wanted her to love him, though and his plan was working. Everything was going perfectly, just as it always did. He realized that what he was about to do to Mila was horrible. He knew he was a monster but he had come to terms with that about himself years ago. He knew what he was. He was a rapist.
Rapist. The sound of that word made his cock hard. The thoughts of the countless women he had raped flashed through his mind. Their smiles joined together in his mind as he flashed through the catalog of victims he had fucked against their will. Their smiles morphed into screams in his head, reverberating off of his skull and ringing in his ears. Their screams made him even harder and he knew it was time to show Mila his true colors.
“You’re not like other guys,” she purred like a kitten. She was sitting on his lap and his cock was hard, pressing up against her ass. She was a virgin and she didn’t even seem to notice this. He moved his cock against her bottom and he liked the way it felt. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Nothing. I’m just rubbing against you. Is that not allowed?” His cock was aching now and he knew he couldn’t last any longer. He always tried to hold out as long as he could. He enjoyed playing with his victims like a cat toys with a mouse before he kills her. Mila was his mouse. He was going to destroy her one stroke at a time.
“I think this is moving too fast…”
“You do?” He was holding her down on his lap and thrusting his very hard cock against her ass. Their clothes were still on but Mila didn’t like what he was doing and she started to protest.
“Sam! Stop!” she cried.
“What if I don’t want to stop?” he asked, tauntingly.
“Sam! Come on! Stop.”
“No.” He was really holding her down now. She couldn’t get away. His cock continued to rub up against her pussy through their clothes. He needed to get her naked. He needed inside of her. He couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. She made a noise of surprise.
“Sam! What are you doing?” He saw the flash of fear in her eyes and honestly, it turned him on. He liked that she was afraid of him. Her fear had him rock hard. He knew he was fucked up but he’d made peace with it years ago. He gave himself permission to use Mila. Her tight, virgin pussy was going to feel perfect on his cock. He imagined how it might feel and realized he shouldn’t think about it now. He didn’t want to cum too fast.
She was fighting him now. She’d seen the look on his face and she was afraid. This wasn’t the Sam that she knew. He had changed right before her eyes. She didn’t know who this other person was but she was afraid of the way he had rubbed his cock against her and how he had pulled her into his arms and was now throwing her down on the bed.
“SAM! STOP!”
“Fuck you, Mila!” he screamed at her and by then it was too late. That was the moment she realized what Sam’s true intentions were. That was the moment she became truly afraid. He saw the change in her, the way her eyes grew large and full of trepidation. His cock ached for her as he attacked her.
“No! No! Stop! Stop!” her screams did little to deter him. She had no idea how much her fight turned him on. If she had known she would have done things differently but that was the beauty of the way Sam raped girls. They never saw it coming. They had little time to prepare or react.
“You ready to lose your virginity, you little slut?” The words cut through her like a knife. He knew her biggest fear was becoming a slut. It was against her religion. She had been saving herself for marriage. That made raping her that much sweeter for Sam. It was no fun to rape the willing. It was the most fun to rape girls who were saving themselves for marriage. He loved that he was taking something precious to her and he loved the way her mouth was open and afraid. He was going to fuck that mouth.
“Sam! No! Why are you doing this? You know I’m saving myself! Stop!” She was kicking and fighting and she got a couple of good blows in but they only served to piss Sam off. He grabbed her by the neck and climbed on top of her.
“I’m doing this because I want to show you what you are, Mila. You’re saving yourself? Whatever. You think you’re something special. You’re not. You’re just a set of holes and you’re about to see that.” He pulled her shirt off and then ripped her bra from her body, breaking the clasp in the process. He got up off of her enough to pull her pants and panties down. Her panties were huge. They weren’t sexy. They were the kind only a virgin would wear. He shook his head. “You need to learn how to be sexier for men, Mila. These panties are hideous.”
“Please, Sam! Please don’t rape me! Please!” She was crying now, her chest heaving. She looked so pathetic when she cried and it disgusted Sam. It only made him want to rape her more. He pulled his own clothes off, holding her down with one hand by the neck. She still struggled but he was so much stronger. It wasn’t a fair fight. “Sam no! Please!”
“Yes, Mila. Let it happen. If you fight it’ll be worse.” His cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and cruel. “This probably isn’t how you pictured losing your virginity is it?”
“No!” Her sobs were loud and intense now. She didn’t know how much her tears were turning him on or she wouldn’t have cried. He pushed his cock into her, sinking it as deep as he could with one hard stroke. He felt the tightness of her hole as it gripped his cock. Her pussy felt so good. He loved breaking in virgins, going where no man had gone before. Mila let out a series of shrieks that almost made him cum.
“You look so pretty when you’re getting fucked,” Sam laughed as he pounded her pussy as hard as he felt like fucking her. He did whatever felt good on his cock, all the while listening to Mila’s screams of pain and humiliation. He knew that he was taking something very precious to her and that made it feel even better. “I hope you like anal too.”
“Anal? No! Sam no!” she screamed. She was terrified and so he flipped her over and pushed his cock roughly into her ass. She made a sound that was part groan and part pain cry. He knew he was hurting her. He held her down and gripped her by the head. He used her asshole as if she hadn’t been a virgin. He brutalized it and he knew the wetness he felt wasn’t lube. He hadn’t bothered to use any. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy and he enjoyed it. He picked up the pace, fucking her asshole as hard and fast as he wanted to.
Her screams were deep and full of pain. She didn’t understand this turn of events. She had thought that Sam was a nice guy who respected her and now she was realizing that he wasn’t nice and he didn’t respect her at all. She sobbed as he raped her, sticking her thumb in her mouth and sucking it as if she was a small baby. She tried to drown out what was happening with her thoughts, focusing on the way it felt to suck her own thumb. She heard him grunting and growling like an animal as he fucked her asshole. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She sobbed.
“That’s it, suck your thumb bitch while I fuck your ass. My cock is going in your mouth next.” She said nothing, trying to block him out. Her body had gone limp and Sam knew that she had checked out. He liked when his victims did this. This meant he didn’t have to hold her down anymore. She had given up. Her eyes had gone glassy and vacant just like every girl’s eyes did when she finally succumbed to what was happening to her. This meant Sam could do anything he wanted to her. He pulled his cock from her ass and shifted his body until he had his dick in her mouth.
“Taste your ass you little slut!” She said nothing but she opened her mouth for him and he pushed his cock into it. He saw a flash of disgust cross her features as she tasted herself. He fucked her throat, choking and gagging her. She had stopped fighting. She was taking it now, her mind curled back into itself where he couldn’t hurt her mentally anymore. Now he could do anything to her body and she would take it. They all reached this state eventually. When they were done fighting and they realized resistance was futile. The thought of her surrender made him cum and he saw the disgust cross her features again as she tasted his semen for the first time.
He stroked her hair lovingly, the way someone that actually loved her might touch her. She shivered and tiny goosebumps of response rose up on her arms and legs. He was weak from his orgasm and so he got down on the bed next to her and pulled her to him. He cuddled her tightly.
“It’s okay, Mila. It’s okay,” he whispered lovingly. He found that comforting his victims in between only made raping them the next time even better. Women hated it when he was solely a dick to him. It confused the shit out of them when he was simultaneously the biggest asshole who had raped them but he was also the nicest guy, cuddling and holding them afterward. He could tell Mila wanted to hate him and she wanted to push him away but she didn’t. She let him hold her and she began to quietly cry.
“Why?” was all she could think of to say.
“Because, baby girl. You needed to learn about sex. I’m just trying to help you. You believe me, right?” She bristled. “Say you believe me,” he said more forcefully.
“I believe you,” she said weakly.
“You want me to rape you again, don’t you?”
“No.” Her voice was tiny.
“No?” he slapped the shit out of her. “Try again, Mila. You want me to rape you again, don’t you?” he asked more forcefully.
“Yes?” she said, but it came out as a question.
“I knew you were a slut,” he laughed. He stuck a few fingers into her pussy only to find that she was ridiculously wet. “Just as I thought. You’re wet, Mila. Why is that? Do you like being raped?”
“No!” she cried.
“Liar!” He was hard again and he climbed on top of her. “Which hole this time, Mila?”
“None of them!”
“Dumb choice, bitch! I guess I have to do everything for you since you can’t even make a simple choice!” He slapped the shit out of her as he plunged his cock back into her pussy. She let out a series of wild screams, but by the time he’d found a good rhythm she was already retreating back into her own mind. He laughed as he fucked her pussy. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She would probably thank him someday. He was doing her a favor by fucking her and one of these days she would see that.
[b][Trigger Warning]
The following piece [u]may be offensive[/u] to some people because it contains [u]rape fantasy[/u], which is not real. [u][c=#BF0000]Real rape is wrong.[/c][/u] This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.[/b]
[big][c=#008099]//Purely Fiction[/c][/big]
The way Mila cried only made Sam harder. He loved it when they cried. He hadn’t pegged Mila for a crier and he was usually pretty good at figuring out which girls would cry and which would retreat into their own brains and try to hide out from the truth of what was happening to them. He liked that she was crying. It was an added bonus to how good her pussy felt as it clamped down on his cock. These stupid girls didn’t realize that their fight was what made him harder. The more Mila fought the more he enjoyed fucking her.
She screamed a lot at first but her screams had dissolved into quiet, self-reflective sobs. He knew she was in a state of shock and disbelief. He’d played the nice guy for a long time before he got to this point. He had made her trust him. He had given her the false hope that he was a good guy, a guy that would be there for her as a friend and maybe more.
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” she had confided in him. “I’m saving my virginity for marriage.” Sam’s eyebrows had raised in interest but he had played it cool.
“I respect that,” was what had come out of his mouth and he had struggled to keep a straight face. He tried his best to hold it together. He wanted Mila to trust him completely before he violated her trust. It made him cum harder that way.
“You aren’t like other guys,” she had wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. He stroked her hair the way a man who loved her would have. Sam didn’t love her. He wanted her to love him, though and his plan was working. Everything was going perfectly, just as it always did. He realized that what he was about to do to Mila was horrible. He knew he was a monster but he had come to terms with that about himself years ago. He knew what he was. He was a rapist.
Rapist. The sound of that word made his cock hard. The thoughts of the countless women he had raped flashed through his mind. Their smiles joined together in his mind as he flashed through the catalog of victims he had fucked against their will. Their smiles morphed into screams in his head, reverberating off of his skull and ringing in his ears. Their screams made him even harder and he knew it was time to show Mila his true colors.
“You’re not like other guys,” she purred like a kitten. She was sitting on his lap and his cock was hard, pressing up against her ass. She was a virgin and she didn’t even seem to notice this. He moved his cock against her bottom and he liked the way it felt. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Nothing. I’m just rubbing against you. Is that not allowed?” His cock was aching now and he knew he couldn’t last any longer. He always tried to hold out as long as he could. He enjoyed playing with his victims like a cat toys with a mouse before he kills her. Mila was his mouse. He was going to destroy her one stroke at a time.
“I think this is moving too fast…”
“You do?” He was holding her down on his lap and thrusting his very hard cock against her ass. Their clothes were still on but Mila didn’t like what he was doing and she started to protest.
“Sam! Stop!” she cried.
“What if I don’t want to stop?” he asked, tauntingly.
“Sam! Come on! Stop.”
“No.” He was really holding her down now. She couldn’t get away. His cock continued to rub up against her pussy through their clothes. He needed to get her naked. He needed inside of her. He couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. She made a noise of surprise.
“Sam! What are you doing?” He saw the flash of fear in her eyes and honestly, it turned him on. He liked that she was afraid of him. Her fear had him rock hard. He knew he was fucked up but he’d made peace with it years ago. He gave himself permission to use Mila. Her tight, virgin pussy was going to feel perfect on his cock. He imagined how it might feel and realized he shouldn’t think about it now. He didn’t want to cum too fast.
She was fighting him now. She’d seen the look on his face and she was afraid. This wasn’t the Sam that she knew. He had changed right before her eyes. She didn’t know who this other person was but she was afraid of the way he had rubbed his cock against her and how he had pulled her into his arms and was now throwing her down on the bed.
“SAM! STOP!”
“Fuck you, Mila!” he screamed at her and by then it was too late. That was the moment she realized what Sam’s true intentions were. That was the moment she became truly afraid. He saw the change in her, the way her eyes grew large and full of trepidation. His cock ached for her as he attacked her.
“No! No! Stop! Stop!” her screams did little to deter him. She had no idea how much her fight turned him on. If she had known she would have done things differently but that was the beauty of the way Sam raped girls. They never saw it coming. They had little time to prepare or react.
“You ready to lose your virginity, you little slut?” The words cut through her like a knife. He knew her biggest fear was becoming a slut. It was against her religion. She had been saving herself for marriage. That made raping her that much sweeter for Sam. It was no fun to rape the willing. It was the most fun to rape girls who were saving themselves for marriage. He loved that he was taking something precious to her and he loved the way her mouth was open and afraid. He was going to fuck that mouth.
“Sam! No! Why are you doing this? You know I’m saving myself! Stop!” She was kicking and fighting and she got a couple of good blows in but they only served to piss Sam off. He grabbed her by the neck and climbed on top of her.
“I’m doing this because I want to show you what you are, Mila. You’re saving yourself? Whatever. You think you’re something special. You’re not. You’re just a set of holes and you’re about to see that.” He pulled her shirt off and then ripped her bra from her body, breaking the clasp in the process. He got up off of her enough to pull her pants and panties down. Her panties were huge. They weren’t sexy. They were the kind only a virgin would wear. He shook his head. “You need to learn how to be sexier for men, Mila. These panties are hideous.”
“Please, Sam! Please don’t rape me! Please!” She was crying now, her chest heaving. She looked so pathetic when she cried and it disgusted Sam. It only made him want to rape her more. He pulled his own clothes off, holding her down with one hand by the neck. She still struggled but he was so much stronger. It wasn’t a fair fight. “Sam no! Please!”
“Yes, Mila. Let it happen. If you fight it’ll be worse.” His cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and cruel. “This probably isn’t how you pictured losing your virginity is it?”
“No!” Her sobs were loud and intense now. She didn’t know how much her tears were turning him on or she wouldn’t have cried. He pushed his cock into her, sinking it as deep as he could with one hard stroke. He felt the tightness of her hole as it gripped his cock. Her pussy felt so good. He loved breaking in virgins, going where no man had gone before. Mila let out a series of shrieks that almost made him cum.
“You look so pretty when you’re getting fucked,” Sam laughed as he pounded her pussy as hard as he felt like fucking her. He did whatever felt good on his cock, all the while listening to Mila’s screams of pain and humiliation. He knew that he was taking something very precious to her and that made it feel even better. “I hope you like anal too.”
“Anal? No! Sam no!” she screamed. She was terrified and so he flipped her over and pushed his cock roughly into her ass. She made a sound that was part groan and part pain cry. He knew he was hurting her. He held her down and gripped her by the head. He used her asshole as if she hadn’t been a virgin. He brutalized it and he knew the wetness he felt wasn’t lube. He hadn’t bothered to use any. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy and he enjoyed it. He picked up the pace, fucking her asshole as hard and fast as he wanted to.
Her screams were deep and full of pain. She didn’t understand this turn of events. She had thought that Sam was a nice guy who respected her and now she was realizing that he wasn’t nice and he didn’t respect her at all. She sobbed as he raped her, sticking her thumb in her mouth and sucking it as if she was a small baby. She tried to drown out what was happening with her thoughts, focusing on the way it felt to suck her own thumb. She heard him grunting and growling like an animal as he fucked her asshole. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She sobbed.
“That’s it, suck your thumb bitch while I fuck your ass. My cock is going in your mouth next.” She said nothing, trying to block him out. Her body had gone limp and Sam knew that she had checked out. He liked when his victims did this. This meant he didn’t have to hold her down anymore. She had given up. Her eyes had gone glassy and vacant just like every girl’s eyes did when she finally succumbed to what was happening to her. This meant Sam could do anything he wanted to her. He pulled his cock from her ass and shifted his body until he had his dick in her mouth.
“Taste your ass you little slut!” She said nothing but she opened her mouth for him and he pushed his cock into it. He saw a flash of disgust cross her features as she tasted herself. He fucked her throat, choking and gagging her. She had stopped fighting. She was taking it now, her mind curled back into itself where he couldn’t hurt her mentally anymore. Now he could do anything to her body and she would take it. They all reached this state eventually. When they were done fighting and they realized resistance was futile. The thought of her surrender made him cum and he saw the disgust cross her features again as she tasted his semen for the first time.
He stroked her hair lovingly, the way someone that actually loved her might touch her. She shivered and tiny goosebumps of response rose up on her arms and legs. He was weak from his orgasm and so he got down on the bed next to her and pulled her to him. He cuddled her tightly.
“It’s okay, Mila. It’s okay,” he whispered lovingly. He found that comforting his victims in between only made raping them the next time even better. Women hated it when he was solely a dick to him. It confused the shit out of them when he was simultaneously the biggest asshole who had raped them but he was also the nicest guy, cuddling and holding them afterward. He could tell Mila wanted to hate him and she wanted to push him away but she didn’t. She let him hold her and she began to quietly cry.
“Why?” was all she could think of to say.
“Because, baby girl. You needed to learn about sex. I’m just trying to help you. You believe me, right?” She bristled. “Say you believe me,” he said more forcefully.
“I believe you,” she said weakly.
“You want me to rape you again, don’t you?”
“No.” Her voice was tiny.
“No?” he slapped the shit out of her. “Try again, Mila. You want me to rape you again, don’t you?” he asked more forcefully.
“Yes?” she said, but it came out as a question.
“I knew you were a slut,” he laughed. He stuck a few fingers into her pussy only to find that she was ridiculously wet. “Just as I thought. You’re wet, Mila. Why is that? Do you like being raped?”
“No!” she cried.
“Liar!” He was hard again and he climbed on top of her. “Which hole this time, Mila?”
“None of them!”
“Dumb choice, bitch! I guess I have to do everything for you since you can’t even make a simple choice!” He slapped the shit out of her as he plunged his cock back into her pussy. She let out a series of wild screams, but by the time he’d found a good rhythm she was already retreating back into her own mind. He laughed as he fucked her pussy. She wasn’t a virgin anymore. She would probably thank him someday. He was doing her a favor by fucking her and one of these days she would see that.
