| �Am I weird? I wanted to do something to her, while she was helpless like that. Is there something wrong with me?� I glanced over at my friend. �No, not wrong�it�s weird though. Do it to me instead� I offered, stripping. �What? You�re not serious�� I nodded. �I can�t. It makes me sick to think about doing those things.� Was he kidding? �But you want it, don�t you?� I asked. �No!� He responded. �I can�t do those things to anyone! I won�t!� he cried.�Damnit Alex�just fucking take me!� He looked at me with big sorrowful eyes. �I can�t.� he whispered softly, staring at me. �can�t or won�t?� I asked, egging him on into a stupor. �I was raped, I can�t! I don�t want to do those things!� He cried out, pain evident, haunting me. �Jesus! Yes you can! You do want it! You do need it! Look at yourself! You�re shaking! Take me!� Another soulful look, one of indecision and longing. �You want it! Just admit you want it!� �NO!� He cried out, roughly seizing me, raping my mouth with his in a fair imitation of desire. It silenced my demands. We parted. �I don�t want to do this.� He whispered, his lips inches from mine. �Need then. You need to.� I replied, smirking. He kissed me again, this time drawing blood as my lower lip split by the force of the kiss. �No, it makes me sick!� He cried, pulling away from me, lapping up my blood upon his lips. He absently reached forward and licked up the rest. �But it makes you feel good, doesn�t it? You want it even as it makes you sick�you want to do those things to me, what�s in your head. You want to take me and make me just as helpless as you felt. I know you Alex. I know you want to do this. I�m offering myself to you. Take me!� With a cry he kisses me again, removing his clothing until he was as bare as I. His cock pressed my leg stiffly as he growled. �fuck you for this Lauren!� He kissed me, aggravating the wound on my lip and making me moan in pain. The feel of this bestial desire was delicious. His lust was one on the most basic of levels. Want, take, have. And he was now gonna take what he wanted and have it. It didn�t even feel right to moan. He massaged my breast roughly, painfully. His mouth found what it desired, and he bit in cruelly, making me groan in pain. Pain was another of the basic emotions closely linked to lust. He slammed me into the wall, raping my mouth again as a hand found my moist slit. He jammed three fingers into me, not bothering to make sure I could take the invasion. I lacked the moisture but he moved in and out of me anyway, the moisture slowly forming to ease the pain he was giving. I moaned quietly as he still bit and teased my nipples. �fuck you� he snarled. And he threw me to the bed and turned me over, hiding my face and exposing everything else. He didn�t want to see me as he raped me. He slammed his cock into my pussy, making me cry out, as quickly as it was in, it was out and in my ass. I couldn't help but scream in pain, burying my face in the mattress. Tears became inevitable as he slammed in and out of me again and again. I felt ripping as blood coated his cock, some lubrication one way or another. With a savage cry he pulled himself out of me, slamming back into my pussy. The tears streamed down without my wanting them to. �No! Don�t go soft on me!� He couldn�t believe that I was asking to be violated like this. Deep in his heart he wanted to go back, he wanted to violate me like this. He was doing to me what he�d dreamt of doing all along. He wanted to do more, see what he could come up with. He brought my hips up, slamming back into my ass as three fingers fucked my pussy. I cried out as the sheer size of him violated my ass. The pain was like fire running through my blood. It coated my ass and body in a pain too intense to ignore. He moaned, drawing rapture from this savage embrace. He fucked me with his hand, forcing it deeper and deeper inside me, ignoring the pain I'd feel. I didn�t even notice. I wondered if I was dying and wanted him to use me further. I was satisfying my needs now as well, though he didn�t know that. I�d been raped too, made helpless for the first time in my life and ever since then I had craved the sensation. Now, here it was, horrifying me and thrilling me to my core. �Oh, fuck me Alex.� I moaned, surprised the sound was on of pleasure, not pain. He fucked me harder, slamming himself all the way into my ass, his hand long since occupying my pussy fully. He moved it back and forth, hitting my cervix rapidly and repeatedly. I screamed again as he hit new places within me. He was disgusted with this, with me, with himself, but mostly he was disgusted by the fact he couldn�t stop. He fisted my poor pussy, making that bleed too and riding my ass, making it the main object of his abuse. I moaned, the pain transporting me to another place, converting into perverse pleasure. I shuddered, coming hard onto his hand, though it only diluted the blood. He felt it, his stomach turning, almost making him vomit right then and there. I was in pain he didn�t even want to think about and I was enjoying it! I came from of it! Deep down inside he justified that he was getting off on it too. I had been right and this orgasm was phenomenal in building, he didn�t want to know what it would be like when he released it. A primeval cry escaped him and he plunged all the way into me one last time, spasming and shaking down to the depths of his soul. The moaning didn�t subside as the orgasm washed into his very soul and throughout his body, seeming to go on forever. His seed was blasted into the manipulated cavity, burning the cuts and tears inside. I panted and moaned and groaned my pain and pleasure. My name was dragged from his lips over and over again by the sensation in his soul. The orgasm still hadn�t died down and he trembled. He�d never felt anything like this. He took his hand off my ass and noticed the bruises there. His hand withdrew from my pussy, getting a pathetic whimper from me. His heart wrenched in his chest. Then he looked down and saw the blood and my juices. With an audible moan of quiet terror, he withdrew his painfully sensitive cock from my ass. It too, was covered in blood and blood was trickling down my ass and my legs. With a strangled cry he gagged, running to the bathroom. He looked at himself, at the man he was, coated in her blood and couldn�t believe it. He vomited again, and again, dry heaving when he was done. He washed himself from top to bottom, and went back into his room. My hair was matted with sweat, my face stained with tears. I was lying in a pool of my own blood, unable to move. I made no sound, not even a whimper as he moved me. Something wasn�t right. He flipped me over, exposing the front of me. My chest didn�t move. A whole new wave of terror surrounded him and he started heaving again. I was dead, he has killed me. And, the most sickening thought of all, he�d enjoyed it! |
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