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| AshUK |
You'd been something of a plain girl growing up. Not ugly, just a little... plain. You'd been bullied a bit, by some of the more unpleasant girls in your school, and while it hadn't been particularly vicious, it had been enough. Enough to dent your confidence, and turn you into a quiet, shy girl. You'd avoided the company of others, and stuck to your books instead.
In the evenings, after you'd finished your studies, your Mother would sit with you, softly brushing your hair and telling you – over and over – that it didn't matter. That you were pretty on the inside, and that was what all that counted.
That had been years ago, and while you still couldn't be considered a great beauty, you'd blossomed more than had been expected. You had a good figure, and a nice enough face. Your hair was good too, long and dark, curling down to around your shoulders.
But the one thing that hadn't come back was your confidence. You were still shy, still quiet and uncomfortable around other people.
That was probably why you'd been so surprised when he'd started talking to you at the party. You'd been standing in the kitchen, your back against the wall, nursing a glass of wine – when he'd come over and started talking to you. He was tall, dark-haired, and intense-looking. Handsome in his own way, you'd thought. He could have had his pick of half the girls there; and yet, he'd started talking to you.
He'd asked you out the day afterwards, and you'd been with him ever since. Six months now; your first proper boyfriend. At first it was wonderful, the happiest you'd ever been. But then he'd started making strange requests: telling her what to wear, what to do, how to behave. You'd been content to do whatever he'd asked. Anything to make him happy.
You'd asked him once if he thought you were pretty. He'd just smiled, and reached up to touch your cheek. " Of course, baby. You're beautiful. "
Whether it was true or not, it didn't matter. He was the first person to tell her she was beautiful. And for that, she loved him.
And that was how you'd found yourself here – naked except for a pair of black opaque hold ups, kneeling on his living room floor. The position he liked you in.
But nothing had improved his mood tonight. You'd tried everything. You'd dressed up for him, just the way he liked. You'd kept your voice quiet as he'd fixed himself a drink, only speaking when spoken to. You'd offered to make him dinner, give him a massage, suck his cock – anything he wanted. He'd said no to all of them.
He sat in his chair, glowering at you. You kept your head bowed.
Finally he spoke. “ I can't do this any more. “
Shocked, you lifted your head. “ What do you mean ? “
“ With you. I don't want you any more. “
You crawled towards him on your hands and knees. “ No, don't end it... I'll do whatever I have to do. Is there something I can do to make you happy ? “
He looked over at you, and that was the first time you saw him smile. “ You can let me beat you. “
A shiver ran down your spine. He'd never hit you, not once. The idea of pain, of being hit made you sick to your stomach. But the thought of being alone was even worse.
Dumbly, you nodded. That was the second time you saw him smile.
The first punch caught you squarely in the stomach, knocking the breath from your body. Gasping, you fell to the floor. As you tried to sit up, he punched you harder, in the stomach again. Weakly you curled up in a ball, trying to stop the blows he rained down on you. Fists to the stomach, the breasts and thighs, until you lay in a bruised and battered heap upon the carpet.
He stood over you, his breathing fitful and excited. There was something in his eyes, as if he wasn't even aware of what he was doing.
“ Please.... please sir...” you whimpered, desperate for him to stop. But he seemed to be looking right through you. He slapped you hard across the face, sending you spinning across the floor. You screamed.
The sound only spurred him on. With a smile on his face, he kicked you hard in the cunt. The pain almost made you pass out.
Slowly he reached into his pocket; pulling out something hard and shiny. A set of brass knuckles. Your breath seized up inside your chest as he pulled them over his fingers.
Surely he wasn't actually going to use them on you ?
The first punch caught you in the ribs; it felt like it was splitting you in half. You tried to scream, but you had no breath. A strangled cry came from your mouth.
He set about you like a maniac. The punches came down like rain, each blow with the brass knuckles filling you with a pain unlike anything you'd ever felt.
You fell back on the floor again. Furiously, he pulled your thighs wide, his fingers fumbling with his trousers. He pulled his cock free, and forced it into your cunt. Mewling like a kitten, you tried to reach up, tried to embrace him. He just slapped you across the face until the room spun and then continued to rape you.
It's ok, you said to yourself, in between his thrusts. I'm doing this for him. I'm doing it for us. It wasn't enough to block out the force of his blows, but at least it was something.
You tried to sit up; to open your eyes. Smiling, he punched you hard in the face. Your lip split, and you tasted blood and metal. Then he punched you again, and you lost consciousness.
When eventually you came round, you were laying on the floor. You tried to open your eyes, but one felt sore and puffy; it wouldn't open properly. You coughed; it hurt your chest. You could feel his cum running down the inside of your thighs.
He was sitting in his chair, a strange expression on his face. He still had the brass knuckles on his right hand; they were spattered with blood.
“ Please... “ you crawled towards him. “ Have I done what you wanted ? Am I still your girlfriend ? “
Wordlessly, he walked over to the table. Reached into your bag for the compact mirror you carried.
Kneeling down he held it up to your face.
Through your one good eye, you could see the ruin he'd made of you. One eye was puffed up and closed; there was a big gaping cut over it. Your cheekbone was swollen, maybe even broken. Your lips were cut and bleeding, and a tooth was missing.
" You did well, baby, " he said, running his fingers over your face. " We'll get you healed up, and then we'll see how you look. "
" Am I... still yours ? " It hurt to get the words out.
" Yes, for now. " He bent closer; kissed her on the forehead. It was the only part of her face that didn't ache. " As long as you let me hurt you, you can stay. "
" What if... " she tried to sit up, but she felt too dizzy. " What if I'm no longer attractive ? "
He shrugged. " Doesn't bother me. " Gently, he turned her over; started unfastening his trousers again. Her face felt raw against the carpet. " You're pretty on the inside, baby, and that's all that counts.. "
Edited Wed 16 Nov 11, 3:44 PM by AshUK
| 16 Nov 11, 4:15 PM mia  UK(M), 4 yrs        |
It's wrong that i like this, isn't it? Oh dear. x Quick Lynn, run, they're sex people | ||
| 16 Nov 11, 4:17 PM AshUK UK(EN), 7 yrs £ |
I'm just responding to yours and popi's request for more violence.... " Pow ! Right in the kisser ! " | ||
| 16 Nov 11, 4:18 PM mia UK(M), 4 yrs |
It was all her. I don't like this sort of thing really, i can't, surely. x Quick Lynn, run, they're sex people | ||
| 16 Nov 11, 4:18 PM Dochka 4 yrs |
This is ouch - hard to read. But I like it. Kinda. | ||
| 16 Nov 11, 4:29 PM kinky_kitty UK(LE), 5 yrs |
Fuuuucckkk. What a bastard. Liked it though. Open up your eyes. You keep on crying baby, I'll bleed you dry. | ||
| 16 Nov 11, 5:03 PM xxxpumpkinxxx UK(CF), 2 yrs |
made my stomach turn on how bad she ended up bt secretly wishing i was her very strange | ||
| 16 Nov 11, 5:20 PM Monkey_Wench UK(B), 20 mths    |
Ohhh. Mean. Clever, but mean!
Constructed almost entirely of filth. | ||
| 16 Nov 11, 5:54 PM twilightsilence UK(ME), 16 mths |
I must be very sick and twisted little bunny  Take me on a journey and keep me safe on our travels.... | ||
| 16 Nov 11, 6:06 PM popi UK(M), 7 yrs |
Thanks! I was worried, I suspected abandonment at the beginning, but no you definitely pulled this one back! Yummy!!!! xxx
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| 16 Nov 11, 7:09 PM flamesdesire UK(OX), 4 yrs |
pure evil but oh my..... jxx "Take me from this earth an endless night- this, the end of life. From the dark I feel your lips and taste your bloody kiss." |
