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Posted by Crystal_Eyes on Mon 5 Mar 07, 2:33 AM
Filth, filth, and just a bit more filth. Just in case the title left you in any doubt.Violence
“Bitch.”
The word pierces the atmosphere of what is already a nervous environment. Pinned to the wall by her throat, cunt soaked as her air supply is cut off, she writhes & struggles to free herself. He smirks as He holds he still with one hand. One calloused, large, dangerous hand.
“You love this. I know you want me, I can smell how much you need me.”
She flushes crimson at His demoralising words, knowing them to be true. She hates that He does this to her. Hates it and loves it.
“You're nothing but a little whore. What are you?”
She struggles to breathe, gasping in what little air she can; He must know she can't speak…
“I asked you a question…”
She says 'whore' but no sound comes out, only warm air. He releases His grip & she slumps to the floor, panting & crying.
“Stop snivelling, cunt. You knew it would be like this…you begged for it, remember…”
She wipes her eyes, indignation rising & motivating her to remain strong. She'd show him…she didn't care…
He grabs a fistful of hair and drags her to her feet. He loves it when she's angry. It means when He finally breaks her, she flies higher. He smiles cruelly and slaps her face. Hard. She winces, teeth still clenched. Tonight she won't break…won't cry…won't submit to Him. Tonight she will fight Him all the way until He gives up on her and…
CRACK
Her lip throbs immediately and she tastes blood in her mouth.
“Look at me, cunt.”
She keeps her eyes focused on the dresser over His shoulder, knowing that eye contact will empower Him. His voice lowers, His tone becomes dangerous.
“Look at me,” He repeats slowly. “I will not tell you again.”
Adamant, she glowers at the dresser. He can beat her, rape her, hurt her…but He will not take her mind. Not tonight. He sighs.
“Fine, girl. We'll play it your way.”
He yanks her hair so her hands fly up protectively; He takes the opportunity to kick at the back of her knees so she falls once more to the floor.
“Kneeling…like you should be. Good girl.”
She glowers as the first drops of blood travel down her chin and hit the oak floor. Staring ahead, she doesn't react. She is furious. She is determined. Bastard. He will NOT take her, not like this, not tonight.
God she's beautiful when she's angry; it's all He can do not to rape her right there. But not tonight. Tonight she will give herself to Him. She will beg, she will plead, she will bargain…she will break every protocol she has just to feel His cock inside her. He knows this, and revels in the fact that deep down, so does she. She looks stern, confident, resolute…unfortunately her cunt gives her away every time. He already knows she is soaking. But, just to make sure…
“Strip. I want to see that cunt of mine.”
She kneels motionless, refusing to help Him in any way tonight. If He wants her body they both know He is strong enough just to take it, but somehow she knows it's different tonight. A sharp slap as He back-hands her cheek quickly brings her back to the present. She grinds her teeth together and remains totally still, eyes still focused on the dresser.
“Okay,” He says brightly, with an eerie edge of calm to His voice.
He pauses, waits a moment. She is immediately unsettled. Fuck…what's He planning, what's He doing? Rustling…reaching to the table…she won't look up. She strains to hear Him, but He gives nothing away. Finally, without warning, He stoops down beside her. Strokes her face. Tenderly kisses her assaulted cheek. Smears the blood from her mouth away. Reaches His arms behind her and pulls her into Him for an embrace. Still she doesn't look.
Suddenly, she feels the unmistakable cool of the cuffs fasten simultaneously around each wrist. Bastard.
He smirks. He pulls her to her feet and moves her to the sofa. He pulls His penknife from His pocket & flashes the blade at her. That, she moved her eyes for. He had never used a knife before. Fear grips her, adrenaline, excitement; before she remembers that she's angry, and returns her glare to just over His shoulder. He laughs, and places the blade to her collar bone.
Gently, blade facing away from her, he cuts the straps of her top, then down one side. Effortlessly He pulls it away & repositions the blade on the join of her bra. She shivers audibly as the cold metal touches her skin.
“Should have done as I fucking told you then.”
He cuts, and with one swift, confident movement she is left exposed and vulnerable. He places the knife onto her nipple – she inhales sharply but remains totally still, terrified to move. He holds it there for just a moment before moving it down to her short skirt. He slices at the fabric, again away from her trembling flesh, until her cotton underwear are the only thing protecting her. In one motion, those too are gone.
He trails the blade over her breasts, tracing over her nipple. She trembles internally, remaining so, so still on the outside. Her cunt is on fire.
As if to prove this point, he lays the knife down across the chasm of her cleavage and snakes His hand down to her freshly shaved mound. He cups it, enjoying the sensation of smooth skin under His hand, before going further down and parting her lips with a gentle finger.
“Oh my god, I knew you were a slut, but…wow!”
He is beside Himself – she has never been so wet. He delights in it, breathing in her sweet aroma as well as the painfully beautiful sight of a girl so humiliated by the betrayal of her own body that tears have formed in the corner of her eyes.
“Not so fucking tough now, are you?”
He drives two fingers into her cunt, causing an involuntary gasp as she pushes against the invasion. Bastard. He removes them and smears her moisture across her face.
“Fucking whore.”
She is empty, she needs Him inside, oh god she needs Him. But stubbornness won't allow her to beg forgiveness and plead with Him. She is torn, her eyes remaining loyal to her and staring past Him, her cunt open and aching, moving up to try and find more of Him. He laughs at her thrusting at thin air.
“Beg for it, cunt.”
Anger returns, she will not. He smiles, and returns His fingers to her. He rubs her juices around her clit in rhythmic little circles, and just as she begins to react He thrusts the fingers of His other hand inside her. Three this time, with no resistance whatsoever. She bucks beneath Him and has to physically bite her tongue to stop her from crying out. His assault is relentless, building up speed on her clit and pumping His fingers in and out of her until her eyes begin to glaze over, that familiar feeling starting to rise in the pit of stomach.
Then, nothing. A whimper escapes her lips before she can suck it back in. Her cunt is thrust in the air, partly because of her bound hands positioned under her ass and partly because she needs Him there so badly…
“Beg for it, cunt” He repeats, His words now sounding more like a challenge.
No, she won't, she can't…her breathing begins to slow as she regains control, although her eyes have just a little less conviction than mere moments ago. He moves forward and breathes a slow, hot breath onto her aching cunt…it's all she can do not to cum right there and then. She moans…writhes her hips up towards Him, wordlessly pleading…
“Beg. Beg me to finish you off, like the slut you are. I know you need it – look at you…”
Oh god, she needs Him…but she won't, not tonight, not by choice; not just because He…
Soft breath on her cunt – no touching, just breath. So close. So fucking close.
No…no…
“Beg,” He growls, His breath hitting her once more. Fingers tease her entrance, not entering her but making a silent promise…
No. Not this time. Oh god, oh fuck, his tongue touched her clit…oh fuck, she needs to cum…she's so close she can't even see the dresser any more…
“BEG.”
The vibration of His voice tickles her clit, His fingers still poised at her cunt but refusing to enter until He hears the words. Her words. Her submission. She won't, no; she is stronger than this…she can control herself.
He suddenly sucks her clit into his mouth and wiggles His fingers provocatively. Then stops. Nothingness embraces her – she can't bear it, oh fuck, she's so close…
“Oh god i'm sorry, please…please…oh god please fuck me…please, let me cum..god I need to, I'm so fucking close…”
Her tears start to fall freely as she loses her battle, aware in that moment that she really is His possession, and that He can make her say or do anything He wants. Still, there is nothing on her cunt. Just breath. Hot, beautiful breath. Why won't He touch her? He must want more...
“I need to, please, oh god please…I'm yours, your whore, your slut, please…oh fuck PLEASE, your slut needs to cum….”
He pauses, revelling in her verbal onslaught and savouring the sobs between pleas. He exhales a single word directly onto her hot, wet cunt…
“No.”
He stands up and sneers down at her fragile body racked with tears. She looks up at Him with sheer bewilderment and begs, pleads…He undoes His flies and begins to masturbate over her trembling body.
“No. You are mine, and I don't think you really DESERVE an orgasm, do you?”
Her eyes leak tears of regret, tears of hate, tears of anger. He really isn't going to let her cum; she hates herself for bending so easily and degrading herself to begging. He spits in her face.
“Slut. Look at you, naked, wet, and begging…DON'T look away from me, whore. I want you to watch me as I cum looking at my little bitch and her drenched cunt. Oh god, you'd do anything to have your pussy played with right now, wouldn't you…”
She maintains eye contact this time. Tears still fall at the realisation that he's right. He walks over to the arm of the sofa, positioning Himself between her legs.
“Oh god yes, please, please…fuck me…”
“No” He grunts as he begins to cum, spraying her sodden cunt with spurt after spurt of hot semen. The feeling of His well aimed warmth splashing against her pussy and pummelling against her clit is too much, it sends her over the edge. She bucks, moans, begs to be touched through her orgasm but He refuses. If she's going to cum, she can do it by herself. She sobs in frustrated orgasm, more a release than a climax. He empties the last of Himself onto her before slapping her delicate lips harshly.
“You won't disobey in future, will you, cunt?”
“No, Sir” she sobs, racked with frustration and utter desperation.
He smiles. Of course she won't.
That was to be the last time His hold over her was doubted. Ever. Edited Wed 19 Nov 08, 11:34 PM by Crystal_Eyes
Replies
5 Mar 07, 2:46 AM
Dr_Merciless
UK(PO), 3 yrs
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As usual, a lovely piece of work Crystal. I love the fucking with her head.
Gah, now I need to go off and, erm, 'visualise' what I just read.  Why does the Air Force need expensive new bombers? Have the people we've been bombing over the years been complaining? - George Wallace
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5 Mar 07, 3:02 AM
jukejointjezabel
UK(SO), 3 yrs
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Really good, C  Loved it!
You are NOT deleting it tomorrow either, it's too good for the cyber-bin
xxxx He said:
"I'll just say: "we clicked." And if you could have heard it, it would have deafened you."
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5 Mar 07, 6:27 AM
Whipkick
UK(CB), 7 yrs
Y!
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Nice series of visual images to start work with on Monday morning.
I'll be going in grinning like an idiot. They'll ask why I'll just have to smile.
Nice piece of work. People have believed for hundreds of years that newts in a well mean that the water's fresh and drinkable, and *in all that time* never asked themselves whether the newts got out to go to the lavatory.
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5 Mar 07, 8:10 AM
GeeeGeee
3 yrs |
Hehe. Nothing like a bit of mind-fuck porn to start the day with. What is food to one is to others bitter poison.
"...and the links of her chains sang against one another."
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5 Mar 07, 9:31 AM
MarcusStrapp
UK(CB), 5 yrs
Y!
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It's just terrible that women should behave this way. But there it is, Crystal clear I should say. The simple truth is that in that state, a girl just has to be handled. Perhaps even Stapped.
Conventional wisdom is often more about convention than wisdom.
-- Marcus Strapp
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5 Mar 07, 1:57 PM
Romola
UK, 5 yrs
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Crystal, you dirty pr0n queen! Slamming the wasps from the pure apple of truth.
Petition to stop the 'violent porn' proposals
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5 Mar 07, 2:28 PM
Crystal_Eyes
UK(SA), 3 yrs
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Romola wrote:
Crystal, you dirty pr0n queen!
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*smiles*
*takes bow*
Why thank you
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"Oh bother," said the borg. "We've assimilated Pooh..."
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5 Mar 07, 6:24 PM
MisterBear
UK(WA), 6 yrs
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Damn, another one doing horny stories. No wonder me house work never gets done.
Cool story, keep it up. Furry on the outside, Fluffy on the inside.
ARMADILLOS,
Bad Taste Bears, Liverpool Munch
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5 Mar 07, 6:24 PM
candle_in_the_wind
UK, 3 yrs
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If I read this one more time my dinner will be burnt beyond recognition and I'll just have to go to bed early 
Very tempted.The Gene Pool could use a little Chlorine
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5 Mar 07, 8:11 PM
Master_Chocolatier
UK(B), 3 yrs
Y!
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Right time for a shower- better make it a cold one "I'm not jealous- just bitter and twisted "
"Stercus, stercus, stercus moriturus sum!"
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