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GANG RAPED AFTER WORK

TRIED TO FUCK MY EX, ENDED UP RAPING MY SISTER

RAPED BY EVERYONE SHE MET TONIGHT

STOCKHOLM SEX SYNDROME

BLACKMAIL BACKFIRED

CAMPGROUND CUMSLUT QUEEN

RAPING HIS SISTER IS HIS REWARD

RAPE ON THE OVERNIGHT EXPRESS

SUBJECT 48: THE RAPE OF THE SCHOLAR

RAPED SO MUCH I ALMOST FORGOT MY LIFE

RAPING THE GIRL WHO TURNED ME DOWN

BLACKMAIL TO RAPE: A PROSPEROUS PIPELINE

MIND CONTROL 1

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Mary turned the shower off and ran her hands through her hair, squeezing out excess water before opening the curtain. Stepping out onto the rug and grabbing her towel she did a light pat down of her body before twisting her hair up in the towel. Walking out of the bathroom she entered her bedroom and began grabbing clothes to put on. It had been a long day at work and she was excited to snack and watch some TV. She caught a glimpse of herself in the standing mirror and she paused as she always did. Overly critical, she sighed. Her stomach not as flat as she ever wanted though she went to the gym twice a week. Her thighs thicker than she liked, though her work toning them was coming along. Nothing to help that flat ass. But her breasts she was proud of. She absentmindedly reached up to hold one as she stared. Firm and just smaller than her hand could hold they looked great on her. She’d never wanted kids and one of the benefits of that was nothing to distort her tits. Looking at just her chest, someone might not guess that she was in her early 30s. She gently touched the nipple of the breast she was holding and felt a slight twinge below. “Not now,” she said to herself. “But definitely later.”

After putting on a comfy shirt and a pair of sleep pants she headed out of her bedroom. She lived alone in a small house, but it was enough space for her. She had recently started talking to someone but she wasn’t getting the feeling it would work out. Which she was a little relieved about, the house would feel cramped with another person in here and she didn’t want to move. Heading to the fridge she opened it to find the cherries she’d been craving. Pulling out the bowl, she stood and stepped back, bumping into something. Before she could close the fridge door or turn around to see what it was a gloved hand closed over her mouth.

Mary dropped the glass container the cherries were stored in and heard it shatter on the floor as she began struggling against the hand. An arm wrapped around her waist and began pulling her away from the fridge. She tried swinging her elbows into the stranger’s sides and kicking backwards, but the person didn’t seem to mind the elbows and was twisting her back and forth just enough so she couldn’t get purchase with her feet. The stranger pulled her toward the couch in the living room, but stopped behind it. She had a small desk that she used as a table there and she heard everything on it being knocked onto the floor. She was lifted up and laid on the table on her back, her butt barely resting on the edge of one end and the other end stopped at her neck, so her head rolled back off the desk. The hand was still on her mouth as she looked up at who had grabbed her. It was a man, in dark clothes and a ski mask, only his eyes and mouth visible. He was smiling big, with yellow teeth showing. His hand still rested on her mouth bug his other hand was reaching for something else. He pulled a knife out of a sheath hanging at his side and held it to her skin.

“You scream, I cut you. You move, I cut you. Understand?” His gravelly voice said simply. Mary nodded, swallowing hard. The man looked up away from her and nodded. She struggled to see what he was looking at when a second pair of hands grabbed her knees. She felt her blood go cold. There was more than one person? She tried to get a glimpse of the other person but couldn’t lift her head much with Gravel Voice holding the knife against her. The other person’s hands felt up her legs, squeezing her firm thighs.

A whiny, nasally voice quipped, “Oh yeah, this is gonna be nice. Let’s see how those look.” He grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled them down quickly, sliding under her ass almost hanging off the desk. Mary had not put panties on after her shower and Whiny Voice wasn’t expected that. “Oh shit! Look at that pussy. If I wasn’t already hard, that’d do it.” He finished pulling her pants off completely. Lowering his head he sniffed her freshly trimmed mound. Mary clenched her thighs, trying to squeeze her legs shut. The man punched her in one leg and she yelped. “Don’t try that shit, baby. This is gonna be fun, just relax.”

Whiny Man reached down to undo his pants, pulling his as-mentioned already hard dick out. Spitting on his hand he began stroking himself, staring at her naked lower half. Leaning down again, he used his other hand to part her pussy lips and tasted her. “So clean. Mmmm. Watching you in the shower really got me going. Lets see about getting me finished.” He stood up, positioning his cock and pushing hard into her.

Mary cried out and Gravel Voice had to give her a warning again. She began crying as she was penetrated. The man grabbed her legs and held them up against his chest as he fucked her. He kissed her legs as she cried and he laughed. “God you’re tight. Not getting any? We’ll fix you up baby.” He pumped himself back and forth into her, her pussy wet despite her cries.

Mary had closed her eyes tight as he spoke to her. Therefore she couldn’t see Gravel Voice undoing his pants and pulling out his own cock. He ran his free hand along his own cock, watching Mary getting fucked, and soon he was hard as well. He tapped the tip of his dick against her lips and she opened her eyes to look up at him, horrified. He pointed at her with the knife. “No biting. We don’t have to leave your body unscarred.” He put the knife away into the sheath and used a thumb to open her mouth. “Lick your lips.” She closed her eyes again, but did as she was told. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, before retreating back into her mouth.

Gravel Voice held his cock, rubbing his knob along her lips gently before slipping inside. He was gentle, slowly moving his hips and moaning lightly as his dick brushed the sides of her mouth. With one of his outward motions, Mary’s lip raised up and his cock dragged against a tooth. He pulled out quickly and smacked her hard on the side of the face. “No teeth!” Her tears flowed freely now and she tried not to cry out in pain. He shoved his dick back in her mouth, less gentle this time. “Use your tongue,” he commanded. She obeyed, using her tongue to swirl around the tip of his cock as he fucked her mouth.

Whiny Man was enjoying the show, laughing out loud when she got slapped. “Oh baby, you don’t know how good of an opportunity this is.” He used both hands to open her pussy lips wide as he fucked her. “God damn that’s hot.” He reached one thumb and found her clit buried in her folds. Rolling it around, Mary’s hips squirmed and rose off the desk. “Ohhhh, right there, huh?” His engorged cock was beating her like a drum and he increased tempo while he smashed her button.

Mary had no control. They were using her and her body was responding. She didn’t want this but her body wasn’t listening. As he played with her clit the heat was rising in her body and her pussy was gushing with juice. A moan escaped her mouth, still muffled by the cock filling her lips. Her body shook, as an orgasm rippled through her body from her pussy. Gravel Voice pushed himself deeper into her mouth as she came, his dick trying to push into her throat, nearly choking her. Whiny Man held her legs again as she bucked against him. He began pounding her pussy in beat with her movements, “Oh god baby, just like that!” He called out and with a final thrust began shooting his seed inside her, gripping her tight as he came.

Mary cringed to herself. This was horrible, no matter how her body was acting. Whiny Man pulled out and stepped back. “Woo!” He shouted, pumping an arm in victory. Gravel Voice pulled himself out of her mouth and walked to the other end of the table. Mary reached up to wipe the tears from her face. She thought to herself, Ok, just need him to finish and we’ll be done. Then I just have to promise them anything they want to not kill me.

Gravel Voice wasted no time. He grabbed both her ankle, holding them up and out so her legs made a V. His cock stood straight out and he pushed himself against her. He easily slid inside between her pussy juices and her saliva coating his dick. She felt him enter, deeper than Whiny Man. She did nothing to warrant any more hits or slaps, she just wanted to get through this now.

As he pumped against her a set of hands lifted her shirt, exposing her breasts. A tongue licked against her nipple and began roughly sucking on it. Ugh, I figured Whiny Man was done. Come on, hurry up! A hand massaged her other breast while the mouth sucked. It found the nipple and squeezed hard. Pain exploded and she barely caught herself from screaming. Instead she raised her head to see him. If she could see what he was doing, the pain wouldn’t be a surprise and she could control it better. She saw him and he turned to look at her in the eyes, smiling, enjoying her pain. She tried to keep a straight face, but then she heard it. Whiny Man’s voice from across the room in the kitchen, “Oh shit, she’s got the fancy stuff in here! Vegan eh? I guess she don’t like meat boys!” He laughed to himself. But the man who was staring into her eyes did not. Not until her eyes grew large as she realized. There’s three of them?! When he saw it in her eyes, then he started to laugh. A deep roar.

He returned to her breasts, pawing, twisting, sucking, biting. She was right that watching helped a little. But pain was coursing through her body and it wasn’t ending. On top of that, Gravel Voice had moved from rhythmic thrusts, to pounding her pussy with force. His dick was slamming into her cervix with every thrust and it hurt as well. The tears were flowing again as they desecrated her body to their own desires.

The third man rose from abusing her tits and made his way up to her face. He lifted his hand and pushed her head back down to hang backwards off the desk. He undid his pants and the monster he pulled out made her audibly gasp. His cock was thick, about as round as her wrist. He was hard already and it stood staring at her in the eye. He laughed again at her gasp, reaching down with one hand and wrapping his hand around it, fingers barely touching each other around the girth. He swung it and smacked her in the side of the face, hitting her eye. She sobbed. Big Dick grabbed her head with one hand to hold it in place and began smashing his cock into the side of her face over and over again. He took his dick and wiped it through her tears, wetting it. “Open,” he commanded in his deep voice. She opened her mouth as she was told. “Wider.” The one word commands were making her afraid, but she tried to obey. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. She was not prepared as his massive member was stuffed inside. He filled her completely, her lips stretching as much as they were able without ripping. Big Dick grabbed her neck with both hands, only lightly squeezing but holding her in place as he began thrusting.

The feeling was breaking her. She had thought she was almost through it, that she had made it through the worst. She was wrong. The pain in her jaw was immense as her mouth was forced open more by his thrusts. His engorged cock was too big, but luckily it wasn’t too long. Her teeth had to be scraping him, but she could do nothing about it and he didn’t seem to mind. He grunted as he thrust, releasing her neck with one hand and reaching back for her breasts. He smacked her tit harder than she’d been hit yet, causing a choking cough from her filled mouth. Then he went back to groping and pinching.

The massive sensory overload coming from her front end, had dulled her to what was happening on her back end. Gravel Voice has pulled out, his dick absolutely soaked in her juices. He took one hand and was wiping the absolute river from her cunt downward, his thumb pressing into her asshole lubing it up. He didn’t spend much time trying to prep her though. He grabbed her legs again and pushed them down against her torso, tilting her pelvis up and exposing her now wet sphincter. Pressing his dick against her he pushed hard. Mary screamed around the dick filling her mouth, the loudest sound she’d made yet despite the muffling.

Big Dick pulled out of her mouth and began wailing on her face with his member again. “Quiet,” he growled roughly. She could not stop the crying this time. She sobbed worse than she ever had, her body wracked in pain. Gravel Voice did not stop. He gripped her legs tightly as he held them against her. Mary’s ass was clenched fully tight, but he pushed through anyway. But worse, he wasn’t just thrusting in her ass. He would pull out between thrusts, then fully burst through again each time.

Bid Dick knelt down, putting his face in hers. As Mary’s wracking sobs poured from her, accentuated with pain every time Gravel Voice pierced her, Big Dick laughed. Licking the tears from her face, he stroked himself watching he writhe. Suddenly he spit in her face, mostly in her eye as he stood, grabbing her head and forcing his cock back into her mouth. Grabbing her tits with both hands he squeezed hard, jamming with powerful thrusts against her face. Mary’s lips began to rip with his lustful strength, blood started to trickle from the skin at the corners of her mouth. Her neck was being pushed backwards too far painfully.

Gravel Voice called out as he pounded against her. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” his movements slowed as he erupted into her ass. She felt the wet of his cum filling her ass as he pushed deep one last time and held himself inside her. She couldn’t clench her asshole anymore, the muscles were bruised and torn. As Gravel Voice pulled out he exclaimed, “Oh fuck, I got her bleeding. Where’s a towel?”

Big Dick pulled himself out of her mouth and the pain she felt started diminishing, replaced with a numb feeling over her whole body. Will I ever be able to feel again? He bent over and grabbed the towel that had held her hair but had fallen off at some point and tossed it to Gravel Voice. He then stood starting at her naked, bleeding, used body laying on the desk. She stared back at him, pleading with her eyes. While two were now done, she’s not sure she could make it through the third. Her body felt like it was shutting down. What could she offer them, or offer him, to be done and leave her. She had nothing. Big Dick reached both arms out and pushed her sideways off the desk.

Mary crashed to the floor, unable to react enough to try to cushion her fall. Her hip and chin both hit the floor roughly. It almost didn’t hurt, she was so numb. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, at the base of her skull. He dragged her across the floor by her hair, around to the front of the couch. She wanted to cry, but no tears came. He sat down with a relaxing grunt, his massive dick still rock hard, maintained by her pain. Pulling her body on top of him, he positioned her to be sitting up facing him. He felt down to her pussy, two fingers parting her lips to feel inside. Unsatisfied, he spit on his hand and rubbed it in. Spitting again to coat himself, he lined her up on top of him and brought her down, pushing inside, stretching her cunt around his member.

She howled in pain anew as her walls were flared outward. “Ride,” he commanded. She slowly reached out to put her hands on his shoulder to brace herself. And she tried. She tried moving herself up and down. But whether he was too big, or she was too dry, or she had lost control of parts of herself, she couldn’t make any headway. Big Dick would not be deterred though. Grabbing her waist with both hands he shoved her downward. She slammed into his pelvis and felt herself tear. She screamed bloody murder for a moment before his hand covered her mouth. Gravel Voice was there, knife in hand, but Big Dick waved him away. “No.” He smiled at her. “She need to remember this.”

Leaving one hand over her mouth he wrapped his other arm around her waist for more control. He began lifting her and slamming her back down. The screams continued, muffled by his hand. His laughter increased, helping drown out her noise. Faster and faster he smashed her, the skin around her pussy lips torn and bleeding, acting as lube to keep him moving. Louder and louder he laughed, the sound a crescendo, reverberating in the room. That was all her body was able to take and she fell unconscious, Big Dick holding her body upright as he fucked her. Finally the pitch of his laughter changed as his hands slowed their movements. She couldn’t feel, but his cock was pouring into her. Stream after stream erupted into her pussy. He came for half a minute before stopping. He stood, holding her body against him still.

Pulling her off of his cock, pools of cum and blood gushed out of her to the floor. He tossed her onto the couch and went to get the towel himself. Cleaning himself up, they helped themselves to some food from the fridge, before leaving the house. Mary lay unconscious on the couch, in a pool of blood, sweat, and cum. Her breathing was ragged. She was alive. But would she want to be when she woke up?

I got out of the car, and grabbed my bags before heading inside. Home for fall break from college. My parents were excited I was home, but were just getting ready to leave. My little brother was on the high school freshmen football team and they had a game tonight. They asked if I wanted to come, but I declined. I didn’t want to spend my first break from college back to doing high school things. I told them I’d just chill for the night, and do family stuff tomorrow.

As they left I opened the fridge to grab some food. I heard a voice behind me, “Don’t eat everything, John!” My sister Julia was there. “Hey brat, mom and dad just went out to the car. Better catch em!”

She sneered, “Ew, no. I’m not going to the game.” I closed the fridge and began making a sandwich. Julia was a senior now. We were only a year apart, and had been sometimes close, sometimes contentious throughout our lives. But she was 18 now, so I guess I should stop treating her like a kid. “Whatever. I’m not going either.”

“Well, you’ll have to hang our in your room. Erica’s coming over and you’re not going to bother us.” Erica was Julia’s best friend, and had been for years. Everyone mistook them for sisters, and it was easy to see why. Erica was 5’6”, just an inch taller than Julia. Both had the same shoulder length blonde hair, slim build, though Erica’s chest was a little fuller than Julia’s. Julia came up beside me and put her finger in my face. “Look, I didn’t know you were going to be here when I invited her to stay the night. She has a boyfriend now. Don’t fuck her. Understood?”

I smiled and Julia punched me in the arm. Erica and I had a history of entanglements, but I hadn’t seen her in months now. “Sure, sure. I won’t start anything.”

“That’s not what I said. Don’t fuck her.”

I put my arms up in surrender. She sighed and turned away to leave the room. My gaze dropped to her ass barely hanging below the edge of her shorts. Very much like sisters indeed. That was almost perfectly Erica’s ass. It had been difficult living with Julia and fucking Erica as they were so alike. The thoughts would creep in sometimes and I pushed them away.

I followed Julia to the living room and sat to eat my sandwich while she flipped through the tv. An hour later the door opened and Erica walked in. She put her stuff down as she walked in the living room and saw me. Her mouth dropped open. Julia piped up, “Yeah, John’s home. But he’s going to leave us alone.” I stood up and collected my plate. “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna jump in the shower and then hang in my room I guess.” As I walked by Erica I reached out one arm for a side hug. She tentatively embraced me. I heard her breath in through her nose and sigh.

“John!” Julia’s voice called. Erica pulled away, saying, “Yeah, a shower’s a good idea. College boy reeks!”

I smiled. “Good to see you too.” I left them alone then. Showering and getting set up in my room again. It’d only been a few months, but the room felt gigantic compared to the dorms. I turned on my tv and started scrolling through my phone, seeing what people were up to.

A couple hours later my door opened without warning. I opened my mouth to admonish Julia about entering without knocking, but stopped when I saw Erica in the doorway. I smiled. “Hey. Shower’s done so you shouldn’t smell me reeking throughout the house.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, steadying herself. Her piercing gaze grabbed me as she opened them again. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind herself. She smiled back at me. I missed that smile. I missed those eyes looking up at me with my cock in her mouth. She crossed the room to my bed, in one quick move grabbing the hair tie from her wrist and pulling her hair up into a ponytail. “Your sister thinks I’m in the bathroom, I don’t have a long time.” With that she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head.

As her breasts fell out I felt myself spring to attention. Those glorious orbs still filled my dreams. Though they were definitely larger since last time we had fucked. Probably entering a D cup about now. Her nipples were already erect as she reached me. I had been laying shirtless in just my boxers, but those were gone in a second. She stared at my cock, fully erect now, as if mesmerized. Her soft voice whispered, “I missed you so much.” Was she talking to me or my dick? Hard to tell. And no time to ask as her mouth engulfed me completely. She was immediately to the base, not gagging at all. Her tongue swirled along my shaft as I closed me eyes. No kissing, no talking, no foreplay. She was hungry with desire and was going to sate herself. She pulled off and was licking the tip as her hands stroked my member. “God yes,” she whispered some more. Earnestly she continued, using her hands, tongue, lips, and throat as if she couldn’t get enough. This was different than before. Erica before had been eager, expressive, willing. But this Erica was lust incarnate. I guess she was missing me even more than I was missing her.

My cock was suddenly free, waving in the air, covered in saliva. Erica pulled her bottoms off to reveal no panties underneath. Her shaven pussy glistened already as she reached her right hand down and inserted two fingers into herself. Pulling them out they were drenched. She rolled onto me, straddling my chest. Her breasts bounced as she stopped herself on top of me. She wiped her hand across my face, marking me with her scent and her excitement. I breathed in deeply, as animal urges fought their way to the surface. She giggled and reached behind her, grabbing my cock. She shifted backwards and slid me inside of her hot, wet pussy. She was on fire. I felt myself throbbing as her insides held me. She leaned down, bring her face to mine. I lifted my head to kiss her, but she put her hand over my mouth and pushed my head down into the pillows. Her nostrils flared as she smelled me. Or rather, smelled herself across my face. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she drank herself in.

Then her hips began to move. She pushed herself back up to tower over me as she rode. Fierce, wild, and free she gyrated. Her hands on my chest, she held herself as she bucked. She moaned loud. I quickly reached up to cover her mouth. I sat up, repositioning slightly so she could continue. “Quiet.” I commanded. She pulled my hand away and moved it to her breasts. I gripped both as she moaned again. That ignited the fire deeper inside me. That was it. My right hand grabbed her throat, my left continued cupping her breast, the nipple rolling between my fingers. My mouth found her soft skin as I bit down on her tit above my hand. My right hand squeezed as I bit and she gasped, still in delight. She was grinding hard, my cock deep inside her.

I shifted suddenly, grabbing her sides with my hands and flipping her to her back. Above her now, I took control. I pulled my cock out to position her. She whimpered, “Please...more...” I reached up and slapped her, gripping her throat again. I pressed myself back inside her, pushing hard and reaching her back wall. I began pumping furiously. Her tits flew with each thrust, as I pushed into her. Deeper, Harder, Wetter, Faster. I was overcome, growling in a deep biological yearning. I heard her call my name. “John...”

Yes. That’s me. “John....” Again, the fire spread. “John!” Wait. Erica’s lips hadn’t moved. I looked at the door and saw Julia standing there, her face red with anger. I slowed, but didn’t stop. Could I stop? The fire smoldered. “WHAT?!” I yelled. “John stop! What are you doing?” I looked down at Erica, crying beneath me now. I let go of her neck and she pushed me off of her. She rolled off the bed and ran from the room.

I fell onto my back, interrupted and angry, closing my eyes. Julia stormed across the room at me. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK HER!”

“I said I wouldn’t start anything and I didn’t! This was all her!” There was no response and I opened my eyes. Julia was there, hands on hips, her face still angry, but her eyes were stuck on my cock. Still erect, throbbing, and wet with Erica’s juices.

“What?” I demanded.

Julia broke her gaze, “Don’t ‘What?’ me! It was a simple order, and you couldn’t stop yourself.” Her eyes flickered again to my cock, and it twitched when she did. That’s when I really looked at her. She was in a silk night shirt that ended at her belly button and a matching pair of silky panties. Her breasts pushed against the fabric, not quite as large as Erica’s, but her nipples poked obviously through the material.

She turned to leave and her ass hung exposed, the panties only covering the crack. The fire within me blazed. The animal growl came to my lips. “No!” I leapt off the bed and slammed the door in front of her, pushing her against it. I pressed in behind her, her blond hair draping down behind her ear covering her neck. My throbbing dick pressed against her exposed ass, Erica’s juices coating her.

I held her arms against her sides to keep her from reaching for the door knob. My mouth sat next to her ear as I snarled, “You don’t order me to do anything. You don’t come in my room when I’m busy. You don’t tell me who I can or cannot fuck. And you don’t get to stare at my cock with those eyes and walk away. Do you want to see it? Do you want to see what your friend can’t help but be obsessed with?” I spun her around, one hand to her chest, pushing her back against the door. My other hand locked onto her shoulder and forced her to her knees. My dick stood glorious, still erect from the fire burning within me, dripping with a mixture of Erica and precum. Her eyes were closed in fright. I’d never been this mean to her before. “Open your eyes!” I commanded. She whimpered and I slapped her face. Her eyes opened and stared at my engorged member.

“Can you see it better now?” I said condescendingly. “Is this what you’ve been hoping to see? You wear those shorts around the house with your ass hanging out hoping I’ll get hard and fuck you, don’t you? DON’T YOU?!”

She stuttered, “N....no.”

“Bitch, admit it. This is why you didn’t want me to fuck her. So that I’d fuck you!”

Still stammering, “N....nooo.” She begin to cry.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her to her feet as she yelled in pain. I spun her back around, face to the door. Pulling her hair back to expose her neck I held it with my left hand as my right  found her panties and ripped them aside, fabric tearing off her body. I grabbed my cock and guided it under her ass to her sweet hole. She wasn’t wet, but I was still wet enough from Erica that once the tip parted her lips I glided inside of her pussy.

“NO!” She cried out and I squeezed her neck to silence her. The fire raged inside me, the lust built as I felt inside my sister for the first time. I moved slow this time, not out of compassion, but out of the pure pleasure filling me. She whimpered more and I pressed deeper. She gasped. I reached my right hand inside her silk shirt and found her breast, nipples still hard despite her struggle. I mauled at her chest, squeezing, pinching, and slapping her tit.

Julia sobbed as I fucked her pussy with slow, deep strokes, pressing her body against the door where she had no escape. I brought my face close to her again, biting her neck, and licking the side of her face. Humiliating her that she couldn’t stop me. I could take whatever I wanted from her. “John, I’m your sister. Please stop.” she begged. Despite her protesting, she was wet now, her body acting against her wishes. She was so warm, and wet, and much tighter than Erica.

I pulled my thick cock from her pussy and heard her sobs soften. “John...” she started, but I didn’t let her finish. “How about I give you something I didn’t give Erica? That ass is beautiful sis, and it’s mine.” She tried to squirm away, but I was still enraged, an animal with captured prey that wouldn’t let it go. I kept her face pushed against the door, as I guided my cock toward her ass. Pushing against her, she resisted, clenching. I reached underneath and braced her pelvis as I thrust hard against her. The tip of my shaft, dripping wet with her juices now, broke the surface of her sphincter and she cried out. “No John! Please! Don’t!” I barely heard her. Her asshole was so tight, it strangled my dick. But i was a steel pole, unstoppable at this point. I slipped further into her ass. She cried out in pain. “It hurts! It hurts! I’ll let you do anything, just please stop!” She begged. She pleaded. She offered every sexual fantasy I could think of. But it wasn’t enough. The fire consumed me. I was fully deep in her ass and thrusting like a machine. She screamed and clawed at the door with her fingernails. I roared with pleasure as she shrieked in pain.

The fire burnt up every last shred of my willpower and I fucked her like a primal force. With a final raging thrust I exploded, deep inside her ass. My body shook with electricity as an orgasm like I’d never experienced wracked my whole self. I pumped load after load within her, every jolt of joy spreading more of my seed inside her. White cum leaked out around my dick and dripped to the floor. I pulled out, staggering back. Julia collapsed to the floor, a sobbing, writhing mess. I sat on the side of my bed, waiting for my head to clear, breathing ragged. This had been amazing. I never knew how it felt, taking what I wanted instead of asking. It was glorious.

Julia was stirring, her sobs slowing down. “I hope we have an understanding now, sis. You don’t get to tell me what to do. That is your punishment if you do. If you choose to wear those skimpy shorts around the house, this is what you will get. It’s your choice to make.”

I walked to where she was starting to sit up. I grabbed her arm and helped her stand. She looked me in the eye for a second and then lowered her gaze. “Do you understand?” She slowly nodded her head, her face a teary, snotty mess. “Good girl.” My mind was clear now, like coming down from a first high, thinking of ways to replicate that feeling. I guided her to my bed, and helped her sit down. “Rest here for a bit.” She laid down, her legs clamped together, trying to soothe herself. I smiled, partly watching her recover from my passion, and partly for the thought that had just popped into my head.

“I need to go find where Erica ran off to.” My dick twitched at the thought. I crossed the room to the door, nearly fully erect by the time I reached it. Looking back, Julia had opened her eyes, watching me leave. “Don’t try to stop me this time,” I told her as I opened the door, off to find the girl who drew this out of me.

Sarah felt the rough brick scraping her palms as he pinned her wrists against the wall, her tears leaving dark trails in her mascara. The bass from the club thumped dully in the background, almost drowning out her whimpers. Her black cocktail dress had ridden up around her waist, the fabric bunched and twisted.

"Please..." she sobbed, trying to twist away from him. "I trusted you..."

The man grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place. The alley reeked of stale beer and garbage, steam rising from a nearby vent casting an eerie glow in the darkness. His breath was hot and heavy against her neck, making her skin crawl.

"Shut up," he growled. "You wanted this, coming out here alone with me."

Sarah's legs trembled as she struggled to stay upright, mascara-stained tears dripping onto her exposed pale chest. The night had started so normally – drinks, dancing, flirting with this seemingly charming stranger. Now here she was, trapped between his muscled body and the filthy alley wall, her stockings torn and hanging in tatters.

His thrusts grew more aggressive as she squirmed and fought, her muffled screams echoing off the brick walls. The music from the club provided perfect cover, ensuring no one would hear her desperate cries for help. Her shoulders scraped painfully against the rough brick as he used her body for his pleasure.

"God you’re such a little slut," the man panted, his grip tightening painfully on her hip. His cock slammed into her faster and harder as his excitement built. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying for it to be over soon.

The throbbing bass continued to pulse through the wall behind them, providing a twisted rhythm to match his brutal pace. Her legs had gone numb, held up only by his crushing grip on her body. She had stopped fighting now, knowing it was useless to resist. All she could do was endure until he finished using her.

The man continued his vicious assault, his movements becoming more erratic. Sarah had gone nearly limp against the wall, her throat raw from crying. She felt him tensing, his breathing becoming more ragged. At the last moment, he yanked himself out of her, letting her crumple to the filthy ground. He shot his load against the brick she had just been standing against.

He fixed his clothes quickly, not even looking at her as she lay there sobbing. The heavy metal door to the club slammed behind him as he disappeared back inside, leaving her alone in the dark alley.

Sarah didn't know how long she lay there before she heard familiar voices calling her name. Her best friend Jessica's gasp cut through the night air as they found her.

"Oh my god, Sarah! What happened? Who did this?"

Through her tears, Sarah managed to describe the man to her friends as they helped her to her feet, trying to straighten her torn dress. Jessica immediately called 911, but the dispatcher's tone was dismissive almost immediately.

"Ma'am, if you've been injured, you should go to the hospital," the dispatcher said flatly. "We can take a report, but without any immediate danger or serious injuries..."

Jessica's face twisted in fury as she hung up. "Fucking useless," she spat, wrapping her jacket around Sarah's shoulders. "Come on honey, we're going to the ER ourselves."

Sarah could barely walk, her legs still shaking as her friends supported her weight between them. The neon signs from the club cast harsh shadows across their faces as they made their way to Jessica's car, leaving the pulsing music and uncaring crowd behind them.

The fluorescent lights of the exam room hummed overhead as Sarah sat shivering on the paper-covered table. Dr. Mitchell entered, his silver hair and practiced smile doing little to mask the predatory gleam in his eyes. After reviewing her chart, he dismissed Jessica to the waiting room despite Sarah's pleading look.

The nurse who came in was methodical and professional as she collected evidence, documenting Sarah's injuries with clinical detachment. Once finished, she left with the rape kit samples, the door clicking shut behind her.

Dr. Mitchell's demeanor changed instantly. The lock engaged with a metallic snap that made Sarah's blood run cold. His white coat rustled as he approached the exam table, blocking her path to the door.

"Now then," he said, voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "It will take a little while to get your test results back. You’ll be able to go home to wait for them. But first..." His hands gripped her shoulders, pushing her back against the cold table. "You're going to be very quiet, aren't you?"

Sarah's eyes darted desperately to the call button, now just out of reach. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as the exam paper crinkled beneath her. Her earlier trauma left her too weak to fight.

Dr. Mitchell towered over Sarah as she lay vulnerable on the exam table. Her black hair spilled across the paper, a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. The bright lights caught the glint of her nose ring and the row of studs along her ear. Intricate tattoo sleeves wrapped both arms, blooming roses and thorny vines disappearing beneath her thin hospital gown.

He yanked the gown open, revealing her full breasts adorned with silver barbells through each nipple. More tattoos decorated her rib cage – delicate script and geometric patterns that drew his hungry gaze. His fingers traced along the black lines decorating her skin as she trembled.

"Open," he demanded, gripping her jaw with one hand, as the other unzipped his pants and freed his cock from its confines. Her dark-painted lips parted reluctantly as tears welled in her eyes. He forced himself past her tongue piercing, groaning as he gripped her hair to control her movements. His other hand explored her body, trailing over the small crystal in her navel, down to where a small tattoo marked her hip.

"Please..." she whispered when he briefly pulled out, now fully erect. "Don't do this..."

He ignored her pleas, climbing onto the exam table. The paper tore beneath them as he positioned himself between her legs. Sarah's fingers clutched desperately at the thin mattress, her body shaking as he pushed inside her. Tears continued spilling down her cheeks as he began thrusting, the metal exam table creaking rhythmically.

His pace grew more frenzied, one hand clamping over her mouth to muffle her sobs. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his face as he used her, his other hand held hard onto her hip. Sarah kept her eyes squeezed shut, silently praying for it to end.

When he finally finished, he pulled out and spilled onto her stomach with a grunt. He cleaned himself with an exam room towel, tossing it carelessly onto her trembling form before straightening his clothes.

"Someone will call you at home when those test results are ready," he said coldly, unlocking the door and stepping out into the sterile hallway, leaving Sarah broken and alone once again.

Jessica's footsteps and movements echoed from the upstairs bathroom as Sarah sat outside trying to find some peace in the cool night air. Her hands still trembled as she pulled a cigarette from her pack, the lighter flame dancing in the darkness. The patio chair felt foreign beneath her, like everything else tonight – disconnected and surreal.

Her black hair hung limp around her face, the silver rings in her nose and ears catching faint glints from the security light. The intricate tattoos adorning her arms seemed to writhe in the shadows as she hugged herself against the chill. Her chest rose and fell with shaky breaths beneath her borrowed t-shirt, the metal barbells in her nipples sensitive against the fabric.

Inside, Jessica called out that she was hopping in the shower, her voice muffled through the walls. Sarah barely registered the words, lost in the fog of trauma that clouded her mind. She hadn't told Jessica about what the doctor had done – couldn't form the words to describe yet another violation. The thought made bile rise in her throat.

The cigarette burned forgotten between her fingers as she stared vacantly into the darkness, her mind replaying the horrors of the night against her will. The sound of running water from Jessica's shower provided a steady backdrop to her spiraling thoughts. She hadn't heard the phone call Jessica made ordering pizza before getting in, didn't register that food was on its way.

She was still lost in that dissociative haze when headlights swept across the yard, announcing the arrival of the delivery driver. But in her fractured state, those approaching footsteps might as well have been coming from another world entirely. The crunch of gravel under tires drew closer as the delivery driver pulled up. Sarah barely registered the sound through her mental fog, still lost in the trauma of the night. His footsteps approached the patio, pizza box held out in front of him.

"Twenty-eight fifty," he repeated impatiently, looking down at Sarah's huddled form. Her vacant eyes finally lifted to meet his, confusion evident on her tear-stained face. The security light cast harsh shadows across her features, glinting off her various piercings.

"I... don't understand..." she mumbled, her tattooed fingers trembling as she tried to process what was happening. The cigarette ash finally fell, scattering across her borrowed t-shirt.

His expression darkened as he set the pizza down on the patio table. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as he stepped closer, misinterpreting her trauma-induced confusion for an attempt to get free food. The shower could still be heard running inside as he reached for her arm.

"Think you can just get this for nothing?" he growled, yanking her to her feet. Her legs were unsteady as he dragged her toward Jessica’s car, her black hair falling in her face as she stumbled. He pinned her against the cold metal of the passenger door, her pale skin glowing in the security light, and yanked the borrowed t-shirt up and off in one fluid motion. Sarah's massive breasts swung free in the harsh light, her silver barbells catching the glow as tears streamed down her face. “Jesus Christ those are amazing!” the man exclaimed, immediately moving to fondle them. “I bet you pay for a lot of things this way.” His head moved closer as he began to lick around the pierced nipples and her large areola. He let out satisfactory moans as he sucked them, hefting their weight with his hands as he played.

He spun her around and moved down, to push her against the hood of the car, the cold metal pressing against her tattoo-covered stomach. “Lucky for you, I love working things out this way," he growled, keeping her pinned as she trembled. Her hair fell around her face, partially hiding her expression as she squeezed her eyes shut. He unzipped his pants, pulling free his erect dick, then ripped her pants down as well. He stroked himself as he reached under to rub her pussy as well, working a finger in once her unwanted wetness started appearing.

He pushed his cock in roughly, stretching her lips out as he stuffed himself in. “Bitches like you are why I haven’t quit this job yet. God I love this.” He was fucking her hard now, pounding against her ass. He lifted her body off the car hood and made her hold herself up on her elbows so he could touch and watch her tits while he smashed her. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her with each brutal thrust, the piercings glinting rhythmically in the artificial light.

The sound of running water from Jessica's shower continued to mask Sarah's quiet sobs. Her ringed fingers scrabbled uselessly against the car's hood as he used her, adding another violation to her traumatic night. When he finally finished with a grunt, Sarah felt the warm evidence of his release dripping down her thighs.

He stepped back, leaving her collapsed against the car. Scooping up her discarded shirt from the ground, he tucked it into his delivery bag with a smirk. "Thanks for the tip," he called over his shoulder as he walked away toward his own car, leaving Sarah naked and shaking in the night air.

The pizza sat forgotten on the patio table as Sarah struggled to process what had just happened, wondering how she would explain her missing shirt to Jessica.

Sarah stumbled through the patio door, her arms crossed over her exposed breasts, wetness streamed down her face. The security light cast harsh shadows through the window behind her as she collapsed against the wall. Her black hair clung to her tear-stained cheeks, her pale skin covered in goosebumps from the chill.

Jessica emerged from the hallway wrapped in a towel, steam still rising from her shower-fresh skin. Her concerned expression quickly shifted as she took in Sarah's state – topless, shaking, fresh bruises forming.

"Again?" Jessica's voice held an edge Sarah had never heard before. "Even when you're broken and crying, they still want you, don't they?" She stepped closer, reaching out to trace a finger along one of Sarah's arm tattoos. "Is it all this ink? The metal in your skin?"

Her hand moved up to cup one of Sarah's heavy breasts, thumb brushing over the silver barbell. "Or is it these? These massive tits that make every man lose his mind?" Jessica's touch wasn't gentle anymore, fingers digging into the soft flesh as Sarah whimpered.

"Please," Sarah whispered, trying to pull away. "I didn't want-"

"Didn't want what?" Jessica cut her off, pressing closer. "Didn't want him to fill you up?" Jessica's fingers dug roughly into Sarah's sensitive flesh as she pushed her to the floor.

Jessica pinned Sarah's wrists above her head with one hand while her other hand explored Sarah's trembling body. Sarah's round breasts heaved with each shaky breath, her piercings shining in the kitchen light as Jessica roughly squeezed and twisted them.

"Let's see what our delivery boy left for me," Jessica purred, her fingers probing between Sarah's thighs. She scooped up the evidence of his visit, bringing her fingers to her mouth with a moan. "Mmm, still warm. But we're not done yet..."

Sarah sobbed as Jessica's skilled fingers worked her sensitive flesh, her body betraying her despite the trauma. Jessica's touch alternated between cruel and tender, building waves of unwanted pleasure. Sarah's back arched involuntarily as Jessica found all her most responsive spots.

"That's it, let it happen," Jessica commanded, increasing her pace. Sarah's tits bounced with each movement, her whole body trembling. "Show me how your body responds to everyone who wants you."

When Sarah finally shattered, her scream echoed through the kitchen. Her body convulsed with waves of forced pleasure as Jessica continued her assault. But she wasn't finished – she crawled up Sarah's sweat-slicked body and straddled her face.

"My turn now," she growled, gripping Sarah's hair painfully. She ground herself against Sarah's mouth, forcing her to use her tongue. "Make me cum like all those boys do for you."

Sarah had no choice but to comply, her tears mixing with Jessica's wetness as she was made to pleasure her attacker. Jessica rode her face roughly until she too found her release, crying out in ecstasy as she flooded Sarah's mouth.

They collapsed in a heap on the kitchen floor, both women panting heavily. Sarah curled into herself, wrapping her arms around her exposed breasts as fresh tears fell. The night's violations seemed endless, each one breaking her spirit further.

Jessica stood on shaky legs, looking down at Sarah's broken form with a mix of satisfaction and contempt. "Now you’re learning know how it feels to be used, instead of giving yourself to everybody all the time" she spat, before heading back toward her bedroom, leaving Sarah alone with her shame and trauma on the cold kitchen floor.

Sarah lay trembling on the kitchen floor, still processing Jessica's assault when the doorbell chimed. Jessica emerged from her room, now dressed, and opened the door to find Mike standing there. His muscular frame filled the doorway as he stepped inside.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked, noticing Sarah's crumpled form.

Jessica waved dismissively. "Oh, she's just worn out from all her fun tonight. You know Sarah – can't keep her hands off anyone." She pressed against Mike seductively. "Speaking of hands..."

Sarah watched through tear-stained vision as Jessica sank to her knees, unfastening Mike's jeans. She unleashed his thick cock and used both hands to start working him into an erection. “Look at her body Mike, isn’t it nice? Those huge pale tits, they just ripple and bounce as you fuck her.” Mike was appreciating the sight and the attention, his cock becoming engorged. “Oh and she’s very good with her tongue also. Almost as good as me.” She took Mike into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his big knob. Jessica made a show of pleasuring him, making sure Sarah could see every moment. Her head bobbed rhythmically as she prepared him, her eyes locked on Sarah's broken expression.

"Want to have some fun with her too?" Jessica purred between strokes. "She's already had quite a few tonight – what's one more?"

Mike's eyes darkened with lust as he continued examining Sarah's exposed body. Jessica guided him toward her roommate's prone form, throbbing hard from her attention. Sarah could only whimper as he approached, knowing there was more trauma to come.

Jessica settled in to watch, a cruel smile playing across her lips as Mike towered over her former friend. He pulled Sarah up into a sitting position and squatted to rub the head of his dick against her mouth. “Show me what she means,” he said in a commanding voice. Sarah was beyond reacting, or screaming,  or fighting. Her mouth opened as she stared at him with dead eyes. Mike squeezed himself inside her small mouth with his thickness. Her tongue was lazily licking anything it could reach, with no effort to make it a good blowjob. Mike began thrusting against into her mouth as well, but shortly stopped. Aside to Jessica he said, “No, you’re wrong. Nowhere near as good as you, and her mouth is too dry. Let’s move somewhere wetter.”

Mike hoisted Sarah's limp form from the floor, positioning her on the couch. He knelt and placed his mouth against her pussy, using his tongue to open her up and taste her insides. Hey body responded like it had all night, despite her wishes that it wouldn’t. Her juices were flowing and her pussy was inviting. Mike knelt down onto the couch and lined himself up with her. He looked at Jessica who was in a nearby chair, clothes off again, watching with lust. He kept his eyes locked on Jessica as his thick shaft pressed against Sarah and he entered forcefully, making her gasp. Sarah's heavy breasts bounced with each powerful thrust as he gripped her hips, using his strength to control her completely.

Jessica watched hungrily from her chair, fingers working between her legs. "Show her what a real man feels like," she purred, spreading herself wider. Her eyes locked with Sarah's tear-filled ones as Mike used her roommate's body for his satisfaction.

Mike’s rough voice said, “Baby, you’re right about those tits. Look at how they move. They are so nice.” His hands reached for them, squeezing them together, thumbs rubbing her pierced nipples that had grown hard. He stopped suddenly. “Ugh, this is uncomfortable.”

Mike manhandled Sarah to the kitchen counter, bending her over the cold surface. Her pierced nipples scraped against the granite as he pushed her down. He grabbed his cock and fit himself back inside of her, his thickness spreading her wide again. He began pounding against her ass grunting in satisfaction as he hammered her.

"Get up here," he growled at Jessica. She eagerly climbed onto the counter, positioning herself over Sarah's head. Mike buried his face between Jessica's thighs while continuing to ravage Sarah below. His jackhammer thrusts shook Sarah's whole body as Jessica ground against his eager tongue.

Sarah's breasts bounced violently beneath her as Mike's rigid length stretched her again and again. Jessica's moans of pleasure mixed with Sarah's whimpers as Mike worked them both mercilessly, his stamina seemingly endless.

His muscular body pressed her down harder onto the cold counter as he increased his pace. Jessica climbed down to watch more closely, fingering herself as Mike's thick shaft stretched Sarah over and over. Sarah's quiet sobs mixed with the slapping sounds of skin on skin.

"Fill her up baby," Jessica purred. "I want to taste you inside her." As she said this she reached her own orgasm and yelled out   as her legs squeezed together, leaning against the counter with eyes closed, reveling in her pleasure.

Mike's thrusts became erratic as he approached his peak. With a final brutal slam, he erupted deep inside Sarah's trembling body. He grunted as he shot thick loads into her pussy, her body unreacting to yet another betrayal. As soon as he pulled out, Jessica dove between Sarah's legs, hungrily lapping up their mixed fluids as they dripped from her.

Sarah lay limp and broken on the counter as Jessica thoroughly cleaned her with her tongue. Finally satisfied, Jessica stood and took Mike's hand. “Can we do this again?” Mike asked.

“Oh, you know Sarah, I’m sure she’ll call tomorrow begging for it again.” They left together without a backwards glance, leaving Sarah alone and violated on the kitchen counter, her body used and discarded.

I slam on my brakes harder than necessary as I pull into the dusty gravel parking lot of Joe's Gas & Snacks. The sun is setting behind me, casting long shadows across the weathered building. The ancient price sign is missing half its numbers. Perfect end to a perfectly shit day.

My hands are still shaking with rage as I jam the nozzle into my truck's tank. Fifteen years. Fifteen goddamn years I gave that company, and what do I get? A cardboard box and a "sorry, but we're restructuring" speech. First Karen takes half of everything in the divorce, now this.

The pump clicks off at $47.23. Great. Can't even get a clean number anymore. I glance through the grimy windows of the station. One employee visible behind the counter – young thing, probably fresh out of college. Her white polo shirt strains against generous curves, dark hair pulled back in a messy bun. Pretty face, but wearing an irritated expression that only deepens when she sees me heading for the door.

"We're closing in five minutes," she announces sharply as the bell chimes my entrance. I ignore her, stalking down the snack aisle. My dinner tonight, I suppose. Living the dream.

"Sir, we close at 9pm sharp. You need to make your selection now." Her voice has an edge that scrapes against my already raw nerves.

I take my time, deliberately scanning each shelf. Who is she to rush me? I'm the customer here.

"Sir! I said we're CLOSING." She's practically spitting the words now. "You don't get to just ignore our hours because you think you're special!"

Something snaps inside me. All the helplessness, all the rage of the past year crystallizes into a single burning point. I whirl toward her, closing the distance in three long strides. Her eyes widen as I reach the counter.

"You want to talk about who's in charge here?" I growl, vaulting over the counter as she stumbles backward. "Let me show you exactly who's in control."

I grab her wrist as she tries to flee toward the back room. She screams, but out here on this empty highway, no one's around to hear. I'm going to teach this mouthy little bitch a lesson she'll never forget.

I drag her toward the storage room, my grip tightening as she struggles. Time to take back some control in my life, one way or another.

Shoving her through the storage room door, I slam it behind us, immediately pulling her back against me. Her body is wonderfully soft, my hands sinking into her plush curves. Her mouth opens in protest but those full, pouty lips only make me harder. I grab her thick thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh as I press myself against her back.

"You like being a bossy little bitch?" I growl in her ear, one hand sliding up to squeeze her heavy breast through her shirt. "Let's see how mouthy you are now."

I tear open her shirt, sending buttons flying. Her massive tits spill out, barely contained by a straining black bra. Yanking that aside, I'm rewarded with the sight of large pink nipples topping those perfect globes. Her stomach is deliciously soft as I run my hands over it.

She struggles but I push her forward, bending her over a stack of boxes. Her thick ass nearly splits the seams of her tight work pants. I yank them down roughly, exposing a pair of cotton panties that disappear between those gorgeous cheeks.

"Please," she whimpers, but I'm beyond listening. Kneeling with my face against her thick ass, I spread her wide with my hands, panties pulled loose, my tongue exploring her crack. From her pussy, across her asshole and up the rest of the skin I taste her. Standing back up, I unzip my pants, pulling my dick free. I press against her, grinding my hardness into her cushioned backside while my hands roam her body possessively. Her flesh yields beautifully under my grip as I explore every lush curve.

I pull her panties aside and thrust into her welcoming heat. Her body shakes with each impact, those magnificent breasts swaying. I reach around to grab them, using them as handles while I take what I want. Her thick thighs quiver as I pound into her mercilessly.

She's so wet now, accepting my dominance completely. I pull her up against my chest, one hand wrapped in her hair while the other mauls her tits. My hips slam forward faster and faster until finally I erupt deep inside her with a triumphant roar.

Spent, I release her and she slumps against the boxes. I pull back from her trembling body, my seed leaking down her thick thighs. Reality crashes over me like ice water – I can't just leave her here. I'll be caught within hours. Yanking her up by her arm, I growl "You're coming with me."

Her soft curves press against me as I force her through the back door to my truck, one hand clamped over those full lips. The darkness works in my favor as I bundle her naked form into the passenger seat. Her plush ass bounces slightly as she lands.

The drive home is tense. My hand never leaving her mouth, I drag her inside quickly and down to my unfinished basement. A forgotten pair of Karen's old handcuffs find a new purpose, clicking shut around one of her thick wrists and a sturdy pipe. Her large breasts heave with frightened breaths as I step back to admire my handiwork, before leaving her to herself.

Upstairs, I pace my kitchen trying to think. But all I can focus on is how good she felt, how perfectly her body yielded to me. My cock stirs again as I remember the way those heavy tits swayed with each thrust. The way her thick thighs trembled. To hell with it. I head back downstairs, already hard.

Coming down the basement stairs, I see her soft curves in the dim light, handcuffed to the pipe. Her chubby body trembles as I approach, tears streaming down her plump cheeks. "Please let me go," she begs, those full lips quivering. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."

I grab a fistful of her dark hair, yanking her head back. "Open that pretty mouth," I command. When she resists, I squeeze her jaw until she complies. I thrust between those thick lips, groaning at their pillowy softness. Her tears flow faster as I use her mouth roughly, my other hand kneading her soft breast.

Those hypnotizing tits deserve attention. I pull back, straddling her chest. Her huge breasts provide the perfect channel as I thrust between them, squeezing them together around my shaft. Each forceful movement makes her whole body quiver, flesh rippling beautifully. Her belly jiggles with each impact.

"Stop, please," she sobs between thrusts, but I only speed up, watching her lush curves shake.

Standing, I haul her up by her cuffed wrist. Her thick thighs and ass press against the cold pipe as I lift one of her legs, opening her to me. I slam into her roughly, making her whole body bounce. Her massive tits sway hypnotically with each thrust, tears still streaming down her face.

The basement fills with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, her soft whimpers, and my grunts of pleasure. Her curves ripple like waves with every impact. I grab her plump ass, fingers sinking into the abundant flesh as I pound into her harder.

Finally, I erupt inside her again, holding her shaking body against the pipe as I empty myself. Her sobs have quieted to sniffles, as I stay within her warm hole. Having missed the feeling of closeness since Karen left I revel in the skin contact even kissing her lightly on her soft flesh. Eventually my shrinking member falls out of her and I head upstairs to get some things.

I drag an old twin mattress down the basement steps, letting it thump against each stair. Her eyes follow me fearfully as I position it near the pipe she's cuffed to. I toss down some of Karen's old clothes – a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants that stretch tight across her curves. Finally, I add some blankets. “Make yourself comfortable, it doesn’t get too cold down here.”

After getting her situated with the mattress and spare clothes, I head back upstairs. My hands are still trembling from the earlier excitement as I rummage through my kitchen. Nothing but frozen dinners since Karen left. I pop one in the microwave, listening to it hum while my mind drifts to the curvy captive downstairs.

The shower helps clear my head somewhat. Hot water sluices over my tired muscles as I try to process the magnitude of what I've done. But every time I close my eyes, I see those massive tits bouncing, feel those thick thighs wrapped around me.

I crawl into bed around 11, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of losing my job and... everything else. Sleep comes quickly but doesn't last. At 2 AM I snap awake, cock already rigid and aching. Without thinking, my hand slides down to grip myself, starting a familiar rhythm. My mind fills with remembered sensations – those soft lips, the way her flesh yielded under my grip, her tearful begging...

Mid-stroke I bolt upright, heart racing. Holy shit. She's still down there. Right now. Those incredible curves, that plush body, just waiting in my basement. My cock throbs almost painfully as I throw off the covers. I practically run down the basement stairs, my erection leading the way like a divining rod.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I spot her curled up on the mattress, Karen's old t-shirt riding up to expose her soft belly. The sight makes my cock twitch eagerly. Her eyes flutter open as I approach, widening with fear when she sees my naked arousal.

"No, please," she whimpers as I drop onto the mattress beside her. My weight makes her plush body bounce slightly. I grab her thick thighs, spreading them wide as I position myself over her. Her breasts strain against the thin shirt as she tries to squirm away.

I hold her body down with one hand, using the other to push her shirt up. Those magnificent tits spill free, swaying with her struggles. I lower my face to hers, drinking in her fearful gasps.

"You feel what you do to me?" I growl, grinding my hardness against her. "Woke up thinking about these curves." I thrust into her roughly, making her whole body ripple. Her flesh bounces beautifully with each impact as I establish a slow, forceful rhythm.

I release her body to reach out and maul her tits, squeezing them as they shake. Her thick thighs tremble as I claim her again and again, her lush body providing the perfect cushion for my aggressive pace.

My rhythm speeds up, her thick body bouncing beneath me. I pull out and stand quickly over her, my hand working my cock coated with her juices. "Look at me," I growl, stroking myself over her magnificent breasts. Tears streak down her face as I coat her heavy tits and flushed cheeks with rope after rope of hot cum.

Satisfied for now, I head back upstairs to sleep. Morning brings new hunger. I carry down a plate of eggs and toast. Her free hand shakes as she brings food to those full lips.

"Such perfect tits," I tell her, eyes roaming her curvy form. "And that pussy... so tight and wet for me." She flinches at my words, turning away. Anger flares inside me.

"Fine. Let's try something new." I storm upstairs, grabbing lube from my nightstand. Her eyes widen fearfully when she sees the bottle. I tear my clothes off quickly, my dick already starting to rise to attention. I yank her hair back, forcing those pouty lips open. "Gonna make you take all of me today."

I thrust deep into her mouth, making her gag around my length. Her breasts heave as she struggles to breathe. I pull back only to slam in again, using her throat roughly while tears stream down her face.

When I'm fully hard, I flip her onto her hands and knees on the mattress. Her thick thighs quiver as I push them apart, admiring how her flesh ripples with each movement. I slam into her pussy without warning, making her whole body bounce.

I pound into her pussy harder, making her tits fly with each thrust. Her chubby body provides the perfect cushion as I establish a brutal pace. Reaching for the lube, I drizzle it between her plump cheeks.

"No, please! Not there!" she begs as my slick fingers probe her tight hole. Her whole body trembles as I work the lube inside, stretching her slowly. She tries to squirm away but I pin her down with my weight.

Positioning myself, I push against her asshole. Her screams echo off the basement walls as I breach her tight ring. Tears stream down her face while I slide deeper, her thick curves shaking. Her fingernails scrape desperately at the mattress.

"Please stop! It hurts!" she sobs, but I'm consumed by primal need. I grab her hips roughly, pulling her back onto my shaft. Her entire body quakes as I establish a steady rhythm, stretching her wider with each thrust.

I reach around to maul her swaying tits as I pound her ass harder. The basement fills with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh and her pained cries. Her abundant curves ripple beautifully as I claim her most intimate hole.

With a final brutal thrust, I empty myself deep in her ass, growling as her thick body shudders beneath me. I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak from her abused hole. Her plump curves tremble as she tries to curl away from me.