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Story: Penance
She’s sobbing now, her breath pulling in in deep, hollow gasps, her flesh sucking in along her throat as she fights for every scrap of oxygen. The tears slide down her cheeks in deep, raging rivers, slipping down the line of her jaw and gathering in the hollow of her throat.
I cock my head, studying her, watching the fear transform her into something even more beautiful. It’s intoxicating.
Yet, at the same time, I feel nothing.
No pity.
No remorse.
Only a cold, unfeeling emptiness.
I’ve broken her, shattered her illusions of safety and control. Now, it’s time to remake her, to mold her into something new.
Something mine.
I’m already rock hard as I reach down and unbutton my pants. She doesn’t panic until she hears the scream of the zipper, but then she’s thrashing, twisting and pulling as she fights to get away from me.
Has she forgotten that I have a knife to her throat?
Maybe she just doesn’t care, her determination to stay pure fighting against any survival instincts she has left.
“No!” she screams, her voice ripping from her throat and echoing around the empty apartment. “Don’t! Don’t hurt me! DON’T!”
I strike like a cobra, the back of my hand whipping across her face and silencing her in one rough slap. She whines, but then falls quiet. I can see a line of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and now I’m angry.
I didn’t want to hurt her. Not like that.
Goddamn her.
She fuckingmademe do this.
God.
Fucking.
Damn her.
“I said be quiet,” I spit. My back teeth grind together so hard I worry I’ll crack them off at the gums.
Reaching down, I push her long skirt up until it bunches around her waist, leaving her tights and her panties exposed. I pluck at her tights and tear them open, giving me access to what I want.
Pulling her panties to the side breaks down the final barrier, and with one hard buck of my hips, I’m inside her.
She whimpers, turning her face away from me and closing her eyes. Her bound wrists push against me as she tries to force me away. I push against her, forcing her open with the head of my cock, carving my name into her pussy as I push harder.
She can fight me all she wants.
She’s not strong enough to fight me off.
Finally, I’m sunk to the hilt, and I sigh as she wraps around me. She’s so fucking tight.
So fuckingmine.
I’ve fucked a lot of girls, trying to get my mind off of her, but none of them felt as good as she does.
None of them felt right, like she does.
None of them felt like they were made for me like she does.
I cock my head, studying her, watching the fear transform her into something even more beautiful. It’s intoxicating.
Yet, at the same time, I feel nothing.
No pity.
No remorse.
Only a cold, unfeeling emptiness.
I’ve broken her, shattered her illusions of safety and control. Now, it’s time to remake her, to mold her into something new.
Something mine.
I’m already rock hard as I reach down and unbutton my pants. She doesn’t panic until she hears the scream of the zipper, but then she’s thrashing, twisting and pulling as she fights to get away from me.
Has she forgotten that I have a knife to her throat?
Maybe she just doesn’t care, her determination to stay pure fighting against any survival instincts she has left.
“No!” she screams, her voice ripping from her throat and echoing around the empty apartment. “Don’t! Don’t hurt me! DON’T!”
I strike like a cobra, the back of my hand whipping across her face and silencing her in one rough slap. She whines, but then falls quiet. I can see a line of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and now I’m angry.
I didn’t want to hurt her. Not like that.
Goddamn her.
She fuckingmademe do this.
God.
Fucking.
Damn her.
“I said be quiet,” I spit. My back teeth grind together so hard I worry I’ll crack them off at the gums.
Reaching down, I push her long skirt up until it bunches around her waist, leaving her tights and her panties exposed. I pluck at her tights and tear them open, giving me access to what I want.
Pulling her panties to the side breaks down the final barrier, and with one hard buck of my hips, I’m inside her.
She whimpers, turning her face away from me and closing her eyes. Her bound wrists push against me as she tries to force me away. I push against her, forcing her open with the head of my cock, carving my name into her pussy as I push harder.
She can fight me all she wants.
She’s not strong enough to fight me off.
Finally, I’m sunk to the hilt, and I sigh as she wraps around me. She’s so fucking tight.
So fuckingmine.
I’ve fucked a lot of girls, trying to get my mind off of her, but none of them felt as good as she does.
None of them felt right, like she does.
None of them felt like they were made for me like she does.
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