ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇꜱ ♚ reverie. + verse [ on hold ]

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. B Y R O N C  O  L  S  T  A  D ​

❝ She gave him the sound he wanted when he fucked her harder, and then her pussy almost looked like it missed him when he unsheathed. It was wet, still, which he loved, it spoke to the duality of her own sexuality, something that had him convinced she didn't entirely hate this, or at all, if she looked deeper within herself. He could violate her however he wanted, but he did it like this because it made sense, because she wanted it too. Though, sometimes he was left wondering if he trained them to be addicted to it, or if it was within them to begin. In the end, it didn't matter. They had to please him. And he did feel rather pleased when she sat there, between his knees. Her eyes all but crossing to look up at his cock. From here, she looked dwarfed by the monstrous thing, and he thought he saw that little awe in her face, around those smudged eyes. While she paid it a frightened reverence, she looked more at peace now than when he was crushing her cervix. He was sure that wouldn't last. She didn't know that she'd agreed to something impossible. It showed her novice. And the rest of them knew that. Including Keenan who'd winched when she'd taken the deal. Byron clucked with his tongue when she looked down at her breasts, and was starting to realize the folly of her task. Like anyone on any dreadful precipice, Emily Norwood didn't believe it, didn't want to face her limitations, because that meant she'd have to face the consequences of them, too. He drummed his fingers against the back edge of the couch, over which his arms were laid, as he waited like a king for her to get to work. She had to press her torso up at him, and her poor tits did what they could for him, forced by her hands, but they only managed to caress the belly side of his dick. It was the problem with having natural assets - pretty and firm, but not enough surface. The boys behind her started laughing. Byron enjoyed her valiant attempt. It was friction, though not enough, but she smeared herself with her own juices, and mashed herself up against him. The image was humiliating for her, but he quite liked it. So he let her go on for quite a while. "Don't think that's gonna do it." he said but didn't stop her as he looked over her eager but fruitless bouncing. He eventually leaned down and cupped her cheek. "You're a bit daft, aren't you, Em?" he said with a mean pull of the corner of his lips. "I can see you're trying for you life so I'm not mad yet, but you don't wanna get me there either, so how about you get on my lap and get that wet pussy of yours a second round?" he collapsed back again. As casual as he looked, dick out, she'd learned the steep price of keeping Byron Colstad waiting. And to add threat to insult, the ring of boys were closing in on her. The giant limb waited sadistically, standing there, unmilked. ​

 

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❝ Emily knew already before she'd started her attempt to titfuck him that she wouldn't succeed. Not by a long shot. Her tits might be pretty to look at and nice to touch, but they were not meant for this. She realized now that Byron - and probably everyone laughing - had known this when he offered her the deal. She was doomed to fail. And doomed to face the consequences. But she didn't dare stop, not until he told her to. His cock slid easily up and down her bosom, marinading her skin with her juice. This was so fucked up, but at least her back was to the crowd. To Keenan, who she knew was still watching. Or maybe he'd left. . . It didn't really matter. If he hadn't helped her till now, chances were, he wouldn't help her at all. But when Byron eventually did stop her, her blood ran cold and she froze. For a few seconds, she just knelt there with his cock still between her boobs, looking up at him. He could probably see the fear in her eyes when he offended her, but when he suggested that she sat down on his lap to ride him, her eyes widened. She leaned back, releasing her tits from her hold before she turned her head around, as if to see if there was any chance of escaping if she tried to make a run for it - or if she crawled. But those other guys were blocking every path, so even if she managed to get up, someone would catch her before she made it far. Her eyes met Keenan's for a split second before she turned her head around to face Byron. She backed away a little, distancing herself from him, her knees scraping against the floor. "No," she whispered, holding his gaze. Emily would not get on his lap. His cock was not going back into her bruised pussy ever again. "That's not going to happen." Her voice was so low, as if she barely had the courage to say the words, but she had to. ​

 

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❝ He couldn't help but chuckle once in a while, at her useless task of trying to get him off. He pretty tits were pushed at him, but they couldn't envelop him. The scene of a the beautiful, small girl trying to please him to no avail, continuing despite obvious failure, at least had his cock ringing with pride and yes, pleasure. But even if she had been a fat titted sow, he had the kind of willpower from a lot of fucking that he'd be able to withhold his climax. "You having fun down there?" he asked and it made the others howl with malicious laughter. They were certainly enjoying the desperate show of a girl vs their leader's cock. What he said got through to her, and her initial stillness at the words was gorgeous. A silent but very loud defeat. He grunted like that alone had given him more pleasure than any of her her friction. She looked good when she sat back, crestfallen. His predatory instincts were tickled when she looked around. She was so expressive. And then she whispered her answer. Maybe she thought it was going to sound defiant, her choice of words were, but her tone gave away that he had all the power. He let her sit there for a while, so she could feel her own statement die in the music. "No?" he said. "Well, the lady said no." he told the boys and they Awwwwwed while still jerking their cocks. And then Byron exploded into motion. The punching kind of leap. He toppled toward her and grabbed her hair and pulled her to him suddenly. She'd find herself on the couch again, with knees in the cushions and cheek to them too, her ass in the air and pointed toward Byron. He kept her there with his hand on the head, and made her look out at the audience. Her brother looked at her with saddened fear. And then just fear at what he saw Byron doing. She'd feel it. The massive cock plunged back into her from this served-up angle. Pushing back to the length that she could accommodate and starting to fuck her again. Byron was over her, hips perpetually rolling in this sadistic pace, knocking on her cervix again and again. "You're a slow learner, aren't you, Emily?" he said and used his free hand to slap her ass. ​

 

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❝ Emily really didn't like the audience. The way the others laughed and cheered. . . as if this was a battle and she was getting her ass kicked. This whole scene was humiliating. And so fucked up. Her core throbbed with pain and her body ached as if he had beaten her. She knew he probably wouldn't take no for an answer, and when he mocked her and the others made fake aww's, she knew it was all an act. But she was not prepared for the next number. She didn't even see it coming. She cried out when he yanked her up by the hair and forced her to her knees on the couch. "Stop!" she cried as he pushed her forward, so she was face-down and ass up. She tried to push herself up, but it was useless. "Please stop!" she begged as she was forced to look at the crowd. Her weeping eyes found Keenan's, begging him. "Why don't you - aaaahh!" Her plea was cut short by an excruciating scream as Byron plunged into her already sore pussy from behind. She gasped for air while staining the cushions with her tears and smudged mascara. "Stop! Please. . . please stop.. I beg you, please!" The slap on her ass didn't really hurt, but it didn't have to - she cried out nonetheless. "Just stop!" she cried, choking on a painful cry. What had she done to deserve this? How had Keenan managed to get himself acquainted with this. . . monster? Her eyes were too watery to see her brother clearly, but she knew where he stood. "Stop it," she sobbed, her voice completely broken. This time her words were directed at him and not at Byron. "Make him stop. . . please. . . it hurts." ​

 

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❝ She did well in what he did to her. Her little voice fit right into the beat of the music. He got a good view of her raised ass when he took her to the couch, and it made his mouth water; that lewd split of her body between her rounds, giving away all her secrets and spilling all her boundaries. Her head was forced to take in the view, while the others watched, as well. He made a point out of putting more weight on the hand that oppressed her head, and curled his fingers to try the size of her skull against the width of his grip. He felt as though he could tear her cranium off if he wanted. The inked monster behind her, large and focused on her, waited until she had her bearings again, at least enough to try and once again enlist her brother to her side. Her screech was beautiful as he thrust himself in as deep as he could. Until her very limits as a woman stopped him. He thought she was able to take him just a little more, from this angle. So the smack to her ass was almost congratulatory. Her frame was folded just as he wanted as he was once again having at her at the pace he liked, and this position was rather user friendly, especially since he easily overcame the meager strength of her arms when they tried to raise her torso. Keenen looked at her, sad, but his eyes were full of life too. It was a hectic moment. And then the brother looked at the monster, the monster shook his head and the brother lowered his. "You know how you can end this, Em?" Byron asked down at his pretty toy, articulated just right to take his cock. He didn't stop the cruel fucking while she thought about it. "You can make me cum. You want me to cum? Then you beg me." He slapped her ass hard again and then let go of her head, but only to grab her wrists and pull them back like reins on a horse, lifting her torso off the couch to make her spine perpendicular to it as he continued to thrust, his powerful hips inexhaustible. ​

 

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❝ Emily continued to cry as he fucked her from behind, his cock venturing even deeper from that angle. It felt like he was tearing her insides apart, rearranging her organs. And then the grip he had on her skull . . . she wasn't lying if she said she was afraid those fingers would dig holes in her cranium any second. She didn't see much through her tears, but whenever she opened her eyes, all she could see was the crowd. Guys stroking their own cocks, cheering or observing. Keenan was one of them silently watching. Should she be grateful that he didn't seem to enjoy the view? No. He didn't help her, so he was an accomplice just like the others. And she hated him for it. Hated him for not helping, for not even trying. All it would take was one push, one pull or perhaps just a few spoken words, but no. He just stood there watching his little sister get raped by a monster. When he spoke behind her, she was almost certain that he was going to let her off the hook. That whatever it was he wanted her to do would be something manageable, but she was so incredibly wrong. A new wave of dread filled her when he announced what she had to do to stop it. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but all that came out was a new scream as he pulled her up by grabbing her wrist. Not only did it hurt to have her arms and back angled like that, but somehow it gave him more leverage on her frail body. His thrusts seemed to be even harder now - deeper too, if that was even possible - as he forced her body to meet them. "Stop!" she cried. "Please, please stop!" She didn't know why she continued to beg him to stop, because he didn't seem to listen. Or care. But then, as if she hadn't really understood his words before, she choked on a sob. "Cum, please.. please, just cum!" she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. If he wasn't going to stop before he had cummed, then she would beg him to get to it. The faster, the better. ​

 

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❝ Her head fit pretty well within his grip and she acted every bit the toy he wanted her to be. She had ever since he'd seen her. Even when she'd been opposing this, it had only worked to whet his appetite for her. Keenen's broken heart when staring as his sister got skewered made it all sweeter. Byron shivered and grunted with delight when she screamed again, at the taking of her arms. It was easier to have her push back at him now. The strength in her arms and what little she could generate with her thighs was negligible, and the unwelcome squeeze from her sopping cunt was even more pleasurable. He all but pulled her arms out of their shoulder sockets. He groaned with inspiration when she ordered him to stop in her breaking voice again, but she learned what would work better. He huffed at the ceiling, like some victorious animal, when she begged him for his seed. Desperate like that, it sounded like she thought it'd come with her salvation. "Oh yeah?" he asked and continued to fuck her, moving her by her wrists onto his cock, and his hips pushing into her backward motion to make the impact against her inner more critical. "You want it that bad, baby?" The others laughed as though queued. A moment of higher frequency to his pumps was followed by a rather demeaning dismissal of her, tossing her side against the back of the couch. The throw dislodge his cock and would have her laying on her side on the cushions. He came over to her, cock still glistening with her pussy juices as he jerked the base over her, his feet on the floor and his free hand on the back of the couch. Soon there was an inhuman amount cum, thick, hitting her face and hair from above, his hips lowered and back bent to make sure his cock was waving as closely over her as possible. "There you go." he said with some panting excitement after, standing up with the finally softening cock hanging. It was odd how such a sensitive organ on display, still made the male look formidable and menacing, when added to his muscular gait. He made a wave and that prompted the other boys to close in on her. She was soon the attention of their seed too, though even their donations to her face, neck and tits adding up, didn't seem to rival their leader's amount. She was splattered in unwanted appreciation as she laid there. Byron looked down at the ruined girl, slathered with traces of their lust and crossed his arms. He had tucked himself in. "Hey, Keenen, this was pretty generous of you. Thanks, man." he said with another volley of booming laughter. Keenen, on his knees, received a slap on his shoulder as Byron and the others passed him. The brother could finally crawl over to his sister. "Emily?" Keenen asked and was worried about the state he'd see her in when looking down. ​

 

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❝ She didn't want any of this, but he didn't seem to care. No one seemed to give a shit about the fact that he was raping her - not even Keenan, although she'd seen the look on his face. But he was not the one screaming. She was screaming and the others laughed, as if they were watching a comedy - or a bad horror movie. It was a nightmare, there was no denying that. It hurt so bad she choked on air several times, her moans loud but not from pleasure. Her insides burned and her core throbbed and she couldn't wait for him to finish. At this point, she just wanted him to cum, so she could get a break. A chance to breathe. To cry in peace, without an audience. And then, all of a sudden, he let her go. Her body landed sideways on the cushions and she barely had time to register what was happening before she squeezed her eyes shut just in time to avoid getting cum in them. She could feel it running down her face and chin, and it was probably in her hair too. Emily had to wipe some away before she could open her eyes and she made sure to keep her mouth shut. Her breaths were so heavy - her body too - so while she wanted to get up, she remained there. Something she regretted as soon as the others started shooting their cum on her as well. She could feel it on her face, neck, chest and tits, some of it already trailing down towards the cushions. Emily didn't move until the cum stopped hitting her and the boys seemed to occupy themselves with other things. She was curled up into a ball, shaking. A quiet sob escaped her lips when she heard Byron thank her brother. As if she had been a gift. How could her brother let this happen? Her fingers desperately tried to wipe away cum from her eyes and mouth. She wanted to get the fuck out of there, but she couldn't do that blind. When she heard Keenan's voice, another sob escaped her. "Fuck you" she whispered, avoiding looking at him. She didn't know if it was because she was too ashamed or because she didn't want to see the brother who had betrayed her in every way possible. ​

 

[Verse]

. K E E N A N N  O  R  W  O  O  D ​

❝ Keenen had seen it. He hated it because it was his baby sister, that he had protected from all other things. But here she was, because of him. The sounds she made when the other man lanced her repeatedly, invading her body that turned out to be too shallow for their leader, which meant every impact hurt her. But he understood them. So help him, Keenen Norwood understood the feeling of being your own master, and ruling the moment. It broke his heart but he'd been there, with other brothers's sisters. This was just a sin that tasted badly because it was too close to him. It was blood. So when she was blasted with the leavings of other men, he just watched. The affirmation from their leader was enough. It made it all worth it. It had to. But when he knelt there by his destroyed sibling, and she was coated in the humiliating seed that the other had left, and she tried to crawl into hersel, he was broken too. He knew he deserved nothing else. But he stayed with her as the partied raged on. The Coal Boys drank their liquor and messed with their furniture. And somehow he'd get her into her room after kicking out others, so she could use her bath. He'd use his strength to get her there, even if she'd had her share of force already. He'd tell her through the bathroom door that she better not leave the apartment until he told her. Her room was left alone and the next day the apartment would be trashed, but at least she'd be alone. ​

 

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❝ Emily spent most of the following day in bed, trying to get the pictures of yesterday out of her head. But the pictures weren't really what haunted her the most. It was the memories of it all- reliving it every time she closed her eyes. Not to mention her sore pussy. She only left the bed when she had to pee or when she got too hungry and had to grab something. But Emily didn't really feel like eating either. She didn't feel like doing anything, and if she saw Keenan today, it would be too soon. If she saw any of those assholes again, it would be too soon. Her brother had told her not to leave the apartment, but she had no plans of doing that. Where would she go? Keenan had helped her yesterday, and although she remembered everything he'd done for her, it still didn't make up for what he'd done. He had let his monster of a friend - if she could even call him a friend - rape her in front of an audience. On their fucking couch. Tears welled up in her eyes just thinking about it. He had held her down. He had watched. He might not have been the one raping her, but he was no better than Byron - at least not by much. But Keenan had made sure that the apartment was empty when she woke up the next morning. The place was a fucking mess, but at least she was alone. And being alone was exactly what she wanted - what she needed. She texted Keenan later that day to tell him to stay away. Or it read 'Don't come home'. On the third morning, the apartment was clean - no evidence of what had happened. And for some reason, Emily couldn't make up her mind whether it was a good or a bad thing. Her eyes lingered on the couch, images of the incident flashing before her eyes, before she made her way to the kitchen to get some breakfast from the fridge Keenan had filled up yesterday. She was reaching for the juice when she heard approaching footsteps. "I still don't want to talk to you," she announced loudly. Assuming it was her brother, she had absolutely nothing to say to him. She'd already said her fair share of fuck you and leave me alone. Surely, he could take a hint. ​

 

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. B Y R O N C  O  L  S  T  A  D ​

❝ Byron had quite the high to come off after he'd had the Norwood sister. He teased Ken about it, but he came along soon enough, as soon as his sibling was out of sight. Yeah. Ken liked the powders. They tore the place up and then they went outside. Fought a little, and might have set a cop car on fire. The patrolling officer had his gun up until he saw it was the Coal boys silhouette backlit by the flames by ill places dunks of gasoline and a flicked zippo. Must be someone in the know because he lowered it again and looked away. Sometimes that kind of shit disappointed Bryon. But he distracted himself soon. Between all that, and some other dalliance that tasted like contraband and smelled like blood, the days went by. He expelled his violence and laughed when it impacted against others. A wild thing under the Yareli night. He filled it with smoke when he exhaled upward. Some of his boys howled but he just screamed. There was an orchestra of weapons inside him, out of tune and angry, always. It was fun to feed it but it always wanted more. During one of his stupors he thought of her. Didn't even know what time of day it was, but it was a fond fucking memory. Had Ken drive him and wait outside. He barely recognized the apartment when he stepped back in. He had a sweater on, all torn to shit, but at least the jeans were whole, today. And the boots were new. Some designer shit off someone in a coat that happened to wear his size. His hair was wild and to one side. He heard her talking and he swore he could smell her wet pussy how it had been, when he'd destroyed it on her couch. She looked cute, all in her home clothes. A little bird in her cage. He pulled at the fridge door and challenged the hinges, so she'd see him. He smiled when she did and shouldered her out of the way so he could have a look too, at the food. He pulled out a pack of sandwich meat, and stuffed one of the slices into his mouth as he hunched to get to her eyelevel again. Her tattooed tormentor. "Hey, Emily." he said and pushed forward so she'd have to back up. "You sure you don't wanna chitchat? I kinda feel like we had a connection, last time. And this big place gotta be so lonely all by yourself." He swallowed. "How are ya? Sore?" he asked and chuckled as he stood straight again, looking down at her. ​

 

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❝ Emily didn't realize it wasn't her brother before Byron practically pushed her away from the fridge. She'd just grabbed the milk and was about to make herself a bowl of cereal. It was the only thing she felt like eating. But when her eyes landed on Byron, fear flicked in her eyes and she almost dropped the carton. She turned her head, half expecting to see Keenan somewhere, because how else did he get in? Emily was one hundred percent sure she had locked that door. Despite the fact that Byron had already seen every inch of her a couple of nights ago, she suddenly felt very exposed in her oversized t-shirt and cozy socks. The shirt covered half her naked thighs, and her cute white panties with tiny hearts on wasn't even visible. When she met his gaze again, she tried to look calm. He had no right to invade their home or her privacy. "Where's Keenan?" she asked as if the answer to that question would make everything else make sense. She completely ignored everything else he'd said, because she wasn't about to tell him that her pussy still hurt and that his face haunted her dreams. She would make sure he never got a chance to rape her, ever again. Experiencing it over and over in her dreams was bad enough.​

 

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❝ She was rather pleasant for the small instance before she recognized who he was. Then she blossomed into all the hard and cold defenses she could scramble for. He enjoyed getting into her head like this, and wanted to see how far he could push her, what he could maker her into. The slices he ate were salty, and he bunched a few of them up in his mouth while she found her bearings. He wasn't welcome here. He moved the food to one cheek and licked the tip of his upper lip quickly. A predator with rows of teeth. He looked her up and down. He could do a lot with that outfit, if he wanted to. He stood up straight and swiped a bottle of soda from a shelf and then finally closed the fridge. He came toward her as he chewed and twisted the cap off the drink. As always, he kept eye contact while he drank the meat down with the fizzy liquid, his throat pumping. "Keenan's running for me today." She may or may not know that meant her brother was delivering or retrieving drugs. He sighed when he swallowed the last of the food and finally lowered the bottle. She sure looked adorable, like this. "Is this all you got?" he asked and gestured back with the bottle at the fridge. "I'm hungry, go make me something." he ordered and nodded to the stove. Though Bryon Colstad's voice was never really amicable, his current tone was lighter than when he was outright threatening her. She could take a gamble and push back, but he'd not really given her reason to think he'd be nice if she did. After all, if she got to choose between the memories they'd made with each other so far, and some culinary slavery, it'd be easy to pick, he'd reckon. ​

 

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❝ Emily wanted him gone. Not only out of her face, but out of the apartment. She had still not forgiven Keenan, but she didn't want him anywhere near Byron either. Perhaps it was a good thing he wasn't there. But then he said that her brother was running for him today, and although she didn't know exactly what that meant - she had a feeling it wasn't anything good. She didn't want Keenan to do anything for him. This dude was obviously a bad influence. "Why don't you leave my brother alone, huh? He doesn't want this," she told him. But to be completely honest, Emily wasn't sure what her brother wanted. But she refused to believe that he had wanted his little sister to be raped. She took a step back, leaving the bowl of cereal on the counter, but still clutching the bottle of milk. "What?" She looked puzzled for a moment as if she hadn't heard what he'd said. "What do you mean? What am I supposed to make?" She tried to remember if they even had anything she could make. "You want cereal?" She waved a hand towards the bowl she had prepared for herself. "There's more in the box," she offered carefully. Emily didn't know what he wanted. "Or do you want me to order something? I can do that. And then you can pick it up on your way home perhaps?" She was probably pushing her luck with this, but she hoped he wasn't planning on sticking around for much longer.​

 

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. B Y R O N C  O  L  S  T  A  D ​

❝ He looked at her with some kind of disbelieving interest when she talked about her brother and what he wanted, like she was stupid. He snorted at the thought. Byron had been killing himself to join the Coal Boys and Emily could deny that if she wanted to, but the expression on the inked man in her kitchen should perfectly express how wrong she was. He didn't say anything on that, though, because it didn't really matter now. It wasn't like she was going to spread her legs just because that'd help her older brother. At least no yet. But who knew? She was trainable, same as the other girls. He listened patiently to her play dumb again, and panned from the bottle of milk in her hand to her face. His eyebrow, the one overlined with ink, asked her 'really?' with its lift. Her offer to order was downright insulting. He clucked his tongue at that, and held his hand out for the bottle. "Comon now, Em." he said with an insistent but also tired tone. He found it worked well on girls who weren't sure what to do. His fingers waved her in, so she'd deposit the bottle on them. But, if she reacted in an unbecoming way, whether it be flinging an insult, the bottle itself, or failing to give him that bottle, or even if she did submit and hand it over, Emily Norwood would receive a slap from his free hand. "No I don't want no fucking cereal or takeout, bitch." he'd say, calmly. "What I want is for you to cook up something for me. You're like the girl next door type. I expect you can whip up something homely. It's either you play chef, or I cock-stomp your ovaries into your tonsils." And even though that was anatomically impossible, there was a dry conviction in him that may show at least he believed it. And the belief of bad men can be the reality of young, pretty girls. ​

 

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❝ Emily didn't know how to make him leave when suggesting takeout didn't work. Not that she thought it would - he probably wasn't there to chit-chat in the first place. But she was not in the mood to deal with him right now. In fact, she was not in the mood to deal with anyone. If it was Keenan who had walked in, she still would have made him leave. So when Byron reached his hand out she stared at it first, as if contemplating what to do. It was obvious what he wanted from her, and eventually, she gave in. Emily handed him the bottle, only to receive a slap to the cheek shortly after. A startled cry escaped her lips and her now free hand shot up to cool down the stinging pain. She glared at him. There was no way he was raping her again. His cock was not going anywhere near her pussy. Or her mouth for that matter. "What the fuck do you want then? An omelet? Pizza? A toast?" She threw her arms out to indicate that there weren't many options in this kitchen at the moment. "It's not like I've been shopping lately," she added. He knew why. Emily hadn't left the apartment since that day he'd raped her at that fucked-up party. "So please - tell me what you want and I'll make it for you." She didn't tell him that after he'd eaten, he'd better get the fuck out. But he would, one way or another. ​

 

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❝ She obeyed. It was a bit hard for her, but she eventually did. Slow learner, Ms. Norwood. It was lovely to see her hand the bottle over when some of her expressions suggested that she thought she wouldn't. The sound her cheek made, at same time as her mouth made one too, when he slapped her was beautiful. "You do that like such a woman." he said directly after, honestly impressed with how perfectly she received his abuse. There was no way this soft thing would understand what a compliment he thought that was. He was an expert on the subject, wasn't he? She was pissed. It fit her. But he liked more when she was given up and wailing while he fucked her. He thought about the menu as she gave it, and had three swallows of milk as he deliberated. His lips unlocked from the bottle with a satisfied sigh. It had been a long time since he'd had milk. He put the bottle down and gestured for the stove. "Omelet and toast." he said. He was actually excited about the food. He even took a step back so that she could reach the fridge for the ingredients. But, as she passed him, he'd make sure she heard what he wanted next. "But you wear an apron. Only an apron." he said with hard eyes on her, though his lips were drawn in a smirk. ​

 

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❝ She kept holding her palm against her cheek while she watched him drink her milk. Or, technically, it was Keenan's milk, but that wasn't the point. The point was that he was getting too comfortable in their apartment and Emily didn't like it. She glared at him, her eyes glowing with hatred. And maybe, if he looked close enough, he'd see some fear there too. "Omelet and toast," she repeated. That shouldn't be too hard. The faster she got to it, the faster he'd get the hell out. But she should have known it was a catch. So, when she walked past him to get to the fridge again,, and heard his next words, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her breath hitched, and she didn't answer him right away. Her hand found the handle and she just stood there, staring at the door she had yet to open. There was no way she was getting naked for him again - she was already underdressed. "No," she said quietly, not turning around. She opened the fridge and reached for the eggs. "But if you find one, feel free to use it." She tried to sound amusing, but really, her tone was stone-cold. She closed the fridge with her hip and met his gaze, holding two eggs in one hand, while the other was still clutching her red cheek. "I'm sure you'd look smashing in it," she added dryly - sarcastically. If Keenan had an apron, she had no idea where he would keep it. He didn't exactly strike her as someone who would use one, let alone own one. ​

 

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❝ Emily always tried. She had still been talking shit when he was balls deep in her infront of a crowd, but nobody believed it. She had taught herself that it was important she didn't give in, but what had being brave done for her? He thought about it as he looked back her while drinking the cold milk. He smiled when he lowered the bottle and she gave in. So much for her bravado. Really, it was just a game, then. She presented her protests knowing full well they would be trampled and ignored. At least there was some part of her that accepted it, the part of her that shivered with fear, her voice giving it away in minute, compromised tones. He grinned a beastly arc on his teeth when she stopped at hearing another condition. She didn't want to play. She just wanted to nurse her cheek and do what she needed to appease him. She thought she wanted him out, but she truly just wanted to be on his good side, didn't she? She made her decision when she continued on her way. He would change that decision. She looked rather homely with the eggs in her hand. "I take at least four." he said and then raised his eyebrows, waiting. He took a single step closer. "Hey, I think you want to listen to me, Emily." he said, friendly tone, almost. But that shifted with his next words. "You're fun right now. But what if I was holding back before, when people were looking? What if they find you tomorrow, full of cum and out of blood?" the low of his voice betrayed no clue as to this being a joke to him. He looked at her like he wanted her, but more like a meal than a woman. "If there's no apron, you do it without." he offered and shrugged. He nodded to her cheek. "I already taught you once, today, but you don't seem to be learning..." ​

 

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❝ Emily tried to back away when he stepped closer, but there wasn't really anywhere for her to go. She stared up at him, her eyes wide with terror as she tried her best to keep her expression calm. It wouldn't surprise her if he could hear her heartbeats or sense her pulse. If he wanted four eggs, she'd give him four eggs - but the eggs were the least of her worries right now. He was up in her face again, intimidating her. The fear in her eyes only grew as he continued talking, threatening to end her life if she didn't obey. A part of her wanted to believe he was bluffing, that he was only trying to scare her. . . But she knew there was a chance he might be telling the truth. She held her breath for a few moments, trying to decide how to respond. Thankfully - or maybe not - he made the decision for her. She drew in a sharp breath at his next words. It wasn't a threat, just a simple command. You do it without. It simply meant she'd cook naked. And Emily was already half naked, showing off her lean legs and bare arms. The memories of him raping her popped up in her mind. There was no way she wanted to experience that again. Ever. And her cheek? It still burned, so if she could avoid that as well. . . "I do this," she began, her voice low and somewhat shaky. "And you'll leave." It wasn't a question. She placed the eggs on the counter, making sure they wouldn't roll off of it before she grabbed the hem of her oversized shirt. She pulled it over her head to reveal her slim waist, two perky breasts, and a cute white pantie with tiny black hearts on. He'd already seen all of her before, but that didn't change anything at all. Emily threw the shirt at him and covered up her breasts with her arms. "Happy?" She sounded confident, but based on her body language and the look in her eyes it was obvious that she was wasn't.​

 

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❝ He recognized her scent, how it changed when she was filled up with fear. A bit tarter than her sweet, female notes. He liked that. She didn't run. Good. She wasn't that much of an idiot. He was working himself up about this and that was always bad news for the girls he wanted. He saw that the thought and words were settling in her beautiful but empty head. She was still full of notions of the world outside, still confused about what it meant when he was in the room. When he was in her life. But she'd understand soon enough. She was improving already, in fact. She complied. He saw it in her and it shifted his posture just a little bit; slightly less ready to pounce, and just a little more lounging on his legs. She came along with his decision, and he even listened to her when she thought she could make counter demands. He was transfixed on her when the sweater went, gradually revealing her tiny shape, and again those pretty, small tits. He laughed, delight, quietly, when he saw her panties, and saw inward flashes of what that cotton tried to hide, the very thing he'd messed up last time they'd met. He was happy, but not entirely satisfied. So he shrugged with one shoulder. His arm came out and his finger drew horizontal circles. "Panties too, Em." he said like she was stupid, or trying to rip him off. He came closer as he took hold of her sweater by its shoulders. Without any effort, her pulled it apart and tossed it to either side, as a show of his strength. "And I am actually getting hungry. Do you wanna see me when I'm hangry?" ​

 

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❝ She narrowed her eyes at him when he motioned with his finger that she had to take off her panties too. That was the last thing she wanted to do. Showing a fair bit of skin was bad enough, but if she removed her panties, he'd have easy access to her pussy - which was stealing healing from the last time he was there. She lowered her arms and grabbed the hem of her panties, trying not to think too much about the view she was already giving him. "Fine," she eventually said, taking a deep breath. "But no touching - just looking." They both knew she was in no position to make demands. In a swift motion, she pulled the pantie down to her knees. It fell to the floor after that and she stepped out of it, before she kicked it slightly to the side. She tried her best to angle herself towards the counter, so all he saw was her side. "Grab two more eggs from the fridge then, and I'll make you that damn omelet." He was right - she did not want to see him hangry. He was already giving her a hard time. She grabbed a bowl from the cupboard above her head and placed the frying pan on the stove. The faster she could make this, the better. She didn't want Byron near her a second longer than she needed to. If he would stay until he'd had lunch, then so be it. She would make him lunch, and then make him leave. "And give me the milk, if you want that in your omelet too," she said, cracking the two eggs she'd already taken out. Emily continued to stand way too close to the counter as if she were afraid his hand would reach out any second to grab her between her legs. ​

 

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❝ She understood. She always did. She just played dumb to buy time. Though, was she really playing when she was going through the motion over and over, to the same result? College girl or not, she was too hopeful when it came to her own body. He was entertained by the view of her breasts, though, when she bent over to give him what he wanted. "Just looking." he said with poorly contained laughter. Telling Emily Norwood what to do was fun, and best enjoyed in her own home. He popped his lip with some disappointment at her turn, giving him only her hip to look at, and her tits from the side, which was a good consolation prize. She got the eggs and the milk. He of course did not keep his hands to himself when she started attending to the cooking at the stove, and lingered behind her, very close. There was no time wasted until he casually placed a hand on her ass, which had him bow considerably behind her, head hovering close to the side of hers, his other hand on her hip and sliding up front, to the low of her stomach. "Aren't you hungry, Emmy?" he asked as his tattooed fingers lingered below her belly button. They stayed there for a moment before they dropped lower on her body, two fingers curling around her cunt, pressing against her labia lips. "Or maybe you're feeling empty here, rather?" ​