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Revenge by any Means (Kyrth & Alexandria94)

As much as she didn't want to taste his massive cock, she knew it would hurt so much more if there was no lubrication at all. And even though the tears were still flowing freely down her cheeks, they began to slow slightly for now. Her mouth was dry anyway, but she gave a small moan, which was barely audible, but she knew he could still hear it.
 
Scott stands and moves higher up the bed, kneeling beside her head. He grasps her hair firmly and turns her head towards his crotch. His free hand guides the tip of his cock through the ring and into her mouth. He starts to buck his lips slightly as he works more of his shaft into her mouth. His hand slides down to her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her tits as he fucks her hot mouth.

"Sorry I'm not going to take the gag off, but you don't seem the eager, willing slut that your brother promised," he said idly as he pumped deeper into her mouth, the tip of his cock pushed into her throat lightly.
 
She watched in horror as he got closer and stuck his cock in her mouth. With it inside of her mouth she moved her tongue around it as much as he could because she knew that if she didn't it would hurt so much when he goes down there. What her brother said about her hurt and she knew he knew she was a Virgin and still gave her away to this stranger. She slowly stopped moving her tongue as he moved inside her mouth.
 
He thrust into her mouth for a few minutes, enjoying the heat of her mouth. But it was only an appetizer and he didn't want to blow his load just yet. He wanted to savor every moment. It had been three years since he was last with a woman after all. Once she stopped using her tongue he decided it was enough. He pulled out his cock, now slick with her saliva and he climbed over between her thighs.

He held his muscular body over hers, resting his elbows either side of her head. Gripping her hair so she looked into his eyes as he guided his cock to her virgin pussy. He slowly pushed into her core, groaning at the heat and tightness. He felt his head resting against her maidenhood and with a grunt he thrust through, his cock plunging into parts of her never touched before.
 
To her everything happened too fast, him getting on top of her, and when he pushed through her maidenhead, it hurt, a lot, and it caused her to scream as loudly as the gag would allow. Her hands wrapping tightly around the head rails, squeezing until her knuckles turned white, and still continued to grip even harder. At first she kept her eyes closed, but the tears still managed to slide through from underneath, but when she opened them she stared at the eyes looking back at her, and while she knew that she knew them from somewhere she just couldn't place it.
 
Scott groaned as he made her scream, her cunt squeezing his shaft so tightly. He started to pump his hips, slow to start, feeling her tight around him. He leaned close and bit her neck gently as he thrust into her core. He pressed his body into hers as he fucked her, slowly building pace and strength. He savored the way her cunt squeezed around his shaft and the heat of her body.
 
Even though she knew that he was trying to be slow and gentle with her, it hurt so badly and it felt like between her legs was on fire. He was so massive, probably to massive for her small body, and the only thing she could get herself to do was stare at the ceiling, with silent tears flowing out of her eyes. The more pace he picked up, the more the fiery pain built between between her thighs.
 
He lost himself in the moment, the sensations and feeling overwhelming his mind. His pace grew, no longer caring about her comfort or pain. He needed release and that was his sole objective. He thrust harder and faster, growing close to his peak. At the last moment he suddenly pulled out and erupted over her belly. Three years of pent up frustration, blasting in ropes from his throbbing cock. The hot, sticky seed marking trails over her skin.

As the pleasure ebbed, he sat back on his heels and admired his work. His thick cum in stark contrast to her bronze flesh. He smirked and slipped his finger through the gooey mess and reached up to put it into her mouth, rubbing his cum over her tongue.

"That was one of the better fucks I've ever had, I reckon I'm going to have a lot of fun with you," he grinned down at her, "I'm damn glad your brother squandered all that cash now, if he wasn't such a bastard I couldn't have had this fun after all."
 
Her tear streaked face looked horribly in pain, but she doubted that he cared, that he even acknowledged her discomfort. All the cum on her stomach when she looked down almost made her sick and she had to close her eyes to not think about it. But when he dipped his finger in it and rubbed it on her tongue she instantly moved her head to the side, causing the finger to jerk out of her mouth but she was still unable to close it. She listened very intently to what he said about her brother and she decided at that moment that she hated him, her brother was now dead to her, and this man, who ever he was, was also dead to her. Of course she had thrashed around while he had fucked her but mainly on the wrists and ankles, and she knew they were bleeding from the ropes that were still so tightly tied. All Morgan could get herself to do was stare at the wall as a whimper escaped her lips.
 
Scott climbed off the bed and just as she thought it may be over he grabs her hair in his fist. He smirks as he slips his cock, still stained in her virgin blood through the ring gag. As her eyes open in shock he gives her a cruel smile.

"Clean me up and I'll let you have a shower," he tells her.

He can see the hatred burning in her eyes. All three were broken now, all had something irreplaceable stolen. Morgan had her virginity taken, Scott lost three years of his life and now Derrick lost his sister. Perhaps it was cruel to involve Morgan this way, but for the moment Scott didn't care. He had taken a measure of revenge. He could release her now, she wouldn't trust Derrick ever again and she didn't know who he was.

Or he could keep her, have some more fun with her beautiful body and maybe convert her to his side...
 
As he slipped his cock into her mouth that at she was unable to close, she was sort of okay with the cum on his cock but the virgin blood mixed with it made her want to throw up, and her natural instinct was to bite down on it, but she couldn't because her teeth were behind the gag ring. She didn't move her tongue or anything just stared with horrible hatred at the man in front of her. She would not give him what he so badly wanted, and even though she didn't want hurt anymore and she wanted to take a shower, he had already taken what she treasured most and on top of that she was so royally pissed off. Morgan could feel the cum and blood sliding into the back of her throat and it took all of her willpower not to do anything, her only reaction was the tightening of her grip on the bars over her head.
 
He was disappointed but not surprised at her lack of reaction. While he was expecting it he couldn't let the disrespect slide. He pulled his cock out of the ring and slapped her hard. He moved down and untied her ankles, her skin was raw and bloody from her struggles. Knowing she would be weak from her efforts he didn't worry too much as he unlocked the cuffs, but he was prepared in case she fought back. The ankle cuff remained and he left her to remove the gag herself, he'd collect it later.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her off the bed, tossing her towards the bathroom door. He gathered up his and her clothing and the sheets taking them all out of the room. He closed the door but didn't bolt it just yet, he gathered up a spare sheet for the bed and returned to the room.
 
Morgan felt so disgusted at the man in front of her. She hurt all over, quite badly actually and when he tossed her to the door like a rag doll, like she couldn't feel anything, she felt her back scrape against the floor causing many bloody scratches to appear there. Her muscles hurt from being tied up for so long and when she went to unhook the gag from behind her head she whimpered at the pain in her arms. After a few tedious minutes of trying she got the gag out of her mouth and her jaw popped from being held open for so long.
She wanted to disappear, and she watched the man as she slowly sat up against the wall next to the bathroom door and watched as the man came back into her room with clean sheets, telling herself that she would shower once he left and she heard him lock the door behind him.
 
Scott set the new sheets on the bed and walked over, picking up the discarded gag. He stood and watched her for a moment, she had curled herself into a ball by the bathroom door. He was tempted to drag her into the bathroom but decided she needed a little time.

He went back out into the main area and shut the door, sliding the bolt across. He went over to his bathroom and ran the water for a shower. Afterwards he dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist, he dropped down on his couch and glanced over the security monitor.
 
Morgan listened for the bolt once he had left and after she heard it, it took her a while but eventually she slowly and achingly got herself to stand up to lean against the door frame. Looking down the the cursed shackle still on her ankle she moved into the bathroom, thankful to find a shower waiting for her, although there was no shower curtain she decided to that a shower would hopefully take away some of her soreness. Since she was already naked she turned the shower on for as hot as it would go without scalding her skin and then stepped in. It took all of her energy to wash her hair and her body and after she had done that she felt around for anymore damage that might have been done to her. So far she found that her ankles and wrists were so red, there was a welted slap mark on her face, her vagina of course hurt so badly.
All her energy was gone from standing there and eventually she just slid down the wall, sitting underneath the spray of the hot water, that eventually ran into cold water, ice cold water, but her body was so numb that she couldn't feel it, and even if she did she knew she couldn't get sick from it.
 
Scott would glance over at the screen every few minutes but she didn't reappear in the room. He understood her need to be clean, but the hot water wouldn't last this long surely. She had supplies available in the bathroom and he wondered for a moment if she had found a way to end her suffering. He had planned to give her time but now the worry ran through his mind. He pulled on a pair of shorts and went to the door.

He slid back the bolt and entered, walking through to the bathroom where he found her sitting under the cold spray. He turned off the water and grabbed one of the large towels, wrapping it around her cold form. He lifted her out of the shower and carried her to the bed, being careful not to trip on the chain. He set her down gently and started to rub her skin with the towel, drying her off. He was very gentle with her wrists and ankles. He had no idea what to do with all of her wet hair however.
 
She was so numb after being in the cold shower that it didn't register in her mind when he picked her up and brought her back to the bed, she had scrubbed and scrubbed her skin but yet still she felt so dirty. Slowly as everything started to come too she noticed that the masked man was in front of her again, and afraid he was going to rape her again she screamed and violently moved away from him, as she was finally breaking through. She could only move about a foot away because of the wall the bed was next to, but she needed more space and her breathing started to get heavier.
 
As she came out of her numb shell she panicked and darted away, moving to the wall. He wasn't intending anything just yet so he simply stood, leaving the towels for her on the bed. He opened one of the drawers and took out a brush, leaving it on the bed before he left. Once more the door closed and bolted closed, leaving her alone.

He made them a meal for supper, leaving hers on the dresser as he ate alone. He would keep glancing at the monitor all evening. But lest there be a problem he had no intention of disturbing her again tonight.
 
After he left she simply dried her hair as much as the towel would allow and then brushed through it, the tangles making her head hurt but eventually she got through it all. She was hungry, quite hungry, but she wouldn't trust the food the man gave to her. She allowed time for her hair to dry and once it was she achingly got into the bed and just layed there, she didn't sleep she just thought about the man. She wanted to know who he was so badly and she could only come up with one way to get her some answers and she hoped it worked otherwise, she might die in the process.
 
Come morning he brought her in some breakfast, replacing the cold dinner with a few pieces of buttered toast.

"Starving yourself won't help anyone, I have no reason to tamper with your food. I'm stronger than you already, so I don't need you weak. And a dead body is so hard to explain," He commented casually as he left.

He went out looking for work and managed to earn a few hundred quid loading and unloading trucks at a warehouse. They offered him a few more days work but said they didn't have anything permanent. He took what he could get. Returning home he glanced at the screen before having a shower. He hadn't expected to be gone all day so he cooked up some dinner before he went to see her.
 
She nibbled on one of the pieces of toast, not really eating anything major, but she felt so sick to her stomach because of the situation that she couldn't eat anymore of the food if she had tried. She had the blanket off of her bed wrapped around her so that she didn't feel as naked, as vulnerable. But as the day progressed and she hadn't seen any sign of the man she allowed herself to relax, and once relaxation had settled in she began to feel sleepy and when she laid her head down on the pillow she moaned at how good it felt and allowed herself to actually peacefully fall asleep just moments before he had arrived back home.
 
Scott glanced at the screen and noticed she was sleeping. He decided against waking her, letting her get a bit of rest. He covered her food and put it in the microwave. He wasted some time watching TV, the news was still playing reports of Madison being missing and Derrick being in hospital. No reports yet of anything about him, he wasn't sure if the police would connect the dots. But they would eventually.

Later that evening he noted she started to stir and warmed up her meal. Sliding the bolt he entered the room and replaced the plate with her meal.
 
When Morgan stirred that night it was because of the smell of food as soon as it entered the room she was in. She woke up with a moan because her stomach was growling so fiercely. When she turned to see the food being carried in and then being sat down it wasn't the food she was staring at, it was the man, she wanted to badly to know just who he was. It was eating at her. "Show me your face." She whispered slowly, unsure of her words, but she wanted to, had to know. She just hoped that he would show her.
 
Scott looks at her and considers for a moment then shakes his head, "Afraid not, I still intend to release you, I just got out of jail, I don't want to give you the chance to put me right back."

He wasn't aware if she even knew that Derrick had gotten him sent to jail. If she knew that she might put the pieces together, but he wasn't going to confirm it for her. He left her for now, he intended to visit her later, but he was going to eat first.
 
She had already lost her nerve to ask anymore questions and watched silently as he walked out the door. But she felt slightly happy that he intended to let her go. She tried so hard to think of who her brother had a bad past with and she couldn't think of anyone. The only person he ever let in was Scott, but he was always so nice to her except when he moved away. She was sad because she had always enjoyed hanging with him, he had made her laugh, she had met him when she was only 12 and he had watched her grow up. She smiled, remembering the times when it had just been all three of them, she missed those times, not being here with this lunatic. Morgan let her mind slip into the memories and paid no attention to the time around her. Her face was blank and you could tell she was thinking.
 
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