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Walking After Dark (sugarplum and rekoj)

"Goood, you're learning to answer my questions directly, instead of trying to give me reasons as to why you can't do certain things. Good, this will save you much more pain in the future," he spoke with genuine happiness. He walked away from her and went back to his trunk of surprises, letting her hear the rustling as her imagination would be the only thing to tell her what he was grabbing. He pulled out a jockey's rider's crop, usually meant to deliver that sharp, quick smack to a horse to get it going. He had much more evil intentions for it, if she made him use it.

"You tell me you are a virgin, but I must know Katy, does that mean you are entirely unexperienced? Or are you aware of the things a woman can do to please a man? Are you aware of the many different places I could choose to give you pain or pleasure?" he questioned, as he brought his palm back to her slit, rubbing her very soothingly now, tender, soft strokes of the pads of his fingers to counter the hypersensitivity from the pain. He pulled his hand away, only teasing her with that light contact, letting her know he was capable of that softness when he wanted to be.

"Now... I may be nice to you here if you can keep your cool and fight through the pain... I might give you the option of pleasure again, but first... you have to sit through your punishment for not respecting me earlier. For thinking that I might break and give into your will, pity you. No, if you want pleasure as an option, you'll have to earn it," with that he took the crop and whipped her bottom once, smacking it across her. "Tell me you want it Katy, tell me you want pleasure." He brought his hand back to her slit, this time keeping it still, awaiting her response to determine if she gained pain or pleasure.
 
Her ears picked on on his movements, she could hear him shuffling for a fresh torture device (what else could it be?) and only remained tense, shifting, trying to find a posture that could cause her less pain with less effort so her energy wouldn't deplete completely. But if she asked herself, she wouldn't know why she was bothering to conserve energy at all... it would do her no good. It wasn't like she could run now, even if he undid her bindings and said 'Go ahead, go' (like that would ever happen..)

"You tell me you are a virgin, but I must know Katy, does that mean you are entirely unexperienced? Or are you aware of the things a woman can do to please a man? Are you aware of the many different places I could choose to give you pain or pleasure?"

"I... I... don't know.. anything." she sobbed, her voice was a little breathy from the pain as he asked his questions- when he was busy talking, there was less pain involved, so answering might just serve her well. "I... I.... wanted..." she choked a little on her words, speaking was getting harder and harder and she had to keep stopping to suck in a breath, her panic causing her to hyperventilate. This left her dizzy, and weaker... her words increasingly less coherent. "to wait.... ma...rri..age." she hadn't seen a naked man, touched one, hell- she hadn't even really touched herself!

Katy grew frustrated as she found she couldn't really talk anymore, and increasingly fearful that he'd punish her for it- what if he thought it was on purpose? He wasn't exactly sane, maybe he couldn't see the wear he was causing her, how exhausted and hurt she was. But she could smell her own blood, her sweat... and he could surely see it... the blood from her abused womanhood, the blood that had slowly started trickling down her forearms from the shackles rubbing and tearing her delicate wrists...

When he struck her with the crop, it hurt- but she was already in so much pain, that it didn't really even phase her. Oh, she still yelped, but it was such a small addition to what she was already feeling. It was gnawing at her, unable to help it she was breaking... she didn't want either, but he was forcing her to choose.

"I..." she sobbed again, because she couldn't speak- couldn't calm down enough to form the words, though they screamed in her mind- warning her if she didn't speak them, things would get worse. Katy was suffering now, she truly was, but what if this was nothing to what he could do? What if it actually could get worse?

"Pl...pl...pl.." she gasped, choking on the syllables then breaking down into sobs again. Her hair was damp with sweat, her entire body glistening and hot with it; she felt like she was burning all over, doused in fire. "...eas...urrrghhh.." and she couldn't be any more coherent than that...
 
It was coherent enough, he understood what she had said, hell, she'd even been a very good girl and she'd tried her best to keep her cool. But he wanted more from her, he wanted desperation, he wanted her to plead and cry with him to give her that pleasure. He kissed her cheek and stroked her shoulder once quickly, simultaneously playing the good cop and the bad cop with her as he whispered, "You're doing so good Katy, so good." The hand that had been between her legs even gave her a quick rub, slowly, back and forth.

But then he'd pull back, leave her wondering in the dark, take away that compassionate side as he continued. "But you don't sound like you mean it, that's more of a defeated admission than a request Katy. You have to understand, I have no problem giving you pleasure... you just need to tell me, is that what you truly want? Me, giving you pleasure? Me, teaching you everything about men, me... showing you what an orgasm feels like? I'm not sure, you haven't touched yourself.. have you? Your cunt still feels especially tight, especially... ready for me."

Then, the bad cop came out, and he pressed the cold crop of the riding instrument straight against her slit, it was a reminder of what the alternative was. He idly ran the crop up and down her slit, teasing her with it as he wondered if she'd manage to be able to do it, to beg him for pleasure, "Tell me you want me to fuck you Katy, tell me you want me to kiss you, tease you... please you. Beg for it Katy, let's see how you beg." Unable to wait, he gave her slit the very lightest of taps with the crop, to encourage her as he bit his lip and awaited her reaction.
 
"I... really.... want it." she whimpered softly, though her words were much less coherent than she'd like them to be. "Feel.... good....... fr...om....you?" she tried to stick to one-syllable words, but even struggled with those, placing emphasis on the wrong part of the word and stretching it out longer than a mile as she tried to get a grip. "...please..." she whimpered, feeling the foreign feel of the crop as he pressed it against her slit, goosebumps springing on her white flesh.

This was really all she could muster, she fell completely silent... needing to fill her lungs back up with air as she hyperventilated rather pitifully on the horse. His touch was soothing, but it was not nearly enough to make things better for her- nor to make her truly accept her fate. But for now, she would be 'good' and try to do what he asked of her, but to the best of her ability she was still limited by her pain and fear- inexperience didn't help either, not really entirely sure what to say. While he was telling her outright many of the things, she was having a hard time focusing on listening to him- she tried, she really did, but it was hard to get more than snippets of what he said.

She felt so hot and dizzy, swaying in the shackles- which caused pain she couldn't help but feel, there was no way she could really still herself. Blood dribbled all the way down her arm and even began to slide down her back... just how much blood was she losing? Was it really that much, or was it just mixing with her sweat? Poor Katy wasn't sure...
 
She was exhausted, her mind wasn't able to process his request and he had two choices as to how he could respond to this. He could understand that she was trying, and that she wanted to want him, and that he needed to give her mind a break in order for her to listen properly. Or, he could be ruthless, and demand what he wanted to hear from her until she was sobbing and begging for him to stop. He pondered which one to choose, and after some time... he decided he'd try both. Maybe the saw horse was clogging her mind too much, maybe the shackles were too distracting.

Besides, at this point she was far too exhausted to try anything, so he put the crop down for the moment and decided to give the girl at least one break. He lifted a single one of her legs up and over the horse, picking up her body weight in his arms for a moment as if it was nothing at all to him. She was still hanging by the shackles, and he expertly took only a few seconds to set her free from those. He was not done with them though, and he left her leaning helplessly against the sawhorse for a second while he went and began to adjust some of the links in the chains... setting the chains free from one bolt in the ceiling, but putting them through another so they became anklets.

He took her by the shoulder and turned her over upon the horse, her chest facing down upon one of the surfaces of the triangular beam. He was careless as he did this, treating her as a ragdoll as he began to work the anklets. Everything all planned out, it was classic Finn. And within moments, he had her legs spread by the anklets pulling outwards, bent overtop of the horse that had just been used to cause her pain and discomfort. With her legs spread he decided it was time to continue his sick game of pain or pleasure, winding up a slap between her legs as he demanded again, his free hand tugging her blindfold off, "Come on Katy, pain or pleasure, which one do you want? If you don't answer, I'm going to choose for you, and I have a feeling that you wouldn't want that." To prove his point, after his slap, his finger and thumb began to search for her clit, finding it and he began to pinch the sensitive nub, hard. "Come on, let me hear you cry for pleasure, let me hear how much you want this to end and to feel good again?"
 
He was right, she was much too exhausted to try anything- she hardly even noticed what he was doing at first, and did not even make a twitch of struggle against him. Whether this was because she was trying to be obedient, or because she was just too tired was certainly a good question- because for the moment, Katy was certainly starting to break.

While she was definitely a strong girl, her inexperience left her all the more vulnerable to his attacks... she didn't know what to expect to brace herself for them. She hadn't been lying when she said she didn't know anything about sex- she really didn't. So far, she never ever wanted to have sex- it just seemed so horrible the way she was experiencing it now, that she couldn't picture ever enjoying it. People do this willingly?

Though the pain didn't disappear, as he shifted her position he did give her some relief. Her newly-free hands didn't move at all from where he'd dropped them, just hanging limply whereas she'd normally have been trying to use them to claw his face off. The relief helped her focus a bit more, the pain less distracting though it still bled into her tone and her breathing was still sharp and ragged with yelps still barking from her lips when he pinched at her.

With a voice lighter than a snowflake, she begged him. "Please, please..." pausing for air, "I want.... you.." this was what he wanted right. Not just, 'make me feel good', but for him to be included in her desire- 'to..." her whole body shuddered, but with so many possible causes she wasn't sure what caused it."give me plea..sure."

But at this point, Katy seriously doubted she could feel pleasure even if he tried his best.
 
"That's a good girl Katy, that's what I want to hear," he said with a smile as he let his hand roam from her outer thigh over the curve of her bottom and up to the slight of her back before bringing it back down to feel her ass once more. He smiled as he brought his hand to the other side of her thigh now, stroking his fingers slowly up and down the softest part of her inner thigh. He walked around the bench she was bent over then, pulling his hand away and bringing it to the fly of his jeans. "I wonder... Katy, have you ever seen a cock before?" was his straightforward question as he stood in front of her crumpled form.

He had her entirely where he wanted her now, she was listening, she was beaten, she was his for the taking. He unzipped his fly and began to drop his pants, his thumbs sliding underneath both his boxers and his jeans as he stepped out of them all in one motion. He was hard as a rock, all of this torture and seeing the pain in her eyes had given him great pleasure. He stepped closer to the bench, taking a hand and clenching a fist in her red locks to lift her head up with. The peak of the triangular bench rested beneath her breasts, leaving them hanging over as well as everything above them. He smiled as he took his other hand and cupped each of her breasts once, lifting it and playing with it softly. He kept his grip tight in her hair, so she wouldn't be able to look away.

Matter of factly, he began to state, "You will experience this cock inside of you in so many different ways, and you will learn to love every way. There are going to be moments of pain, however.. you're a strong girl Katy, I'm sure you can handle it. Now tell me you want this inside of you, tell me that you want me to fuck you." He smiled having her so helpless, knowing at any moment he could walk around the bench and she'd be stuck there, legs spread, leaning against the bench to stay upright. Her legs would be spread wide for him, and it would be up to him for deliver pain or pleasure. Everything had gone so much better than he expected, and he was running out of things to do in his plan.

He had planned this moment, he had planned everything up until a certain point, the point where he finally thrusted his length into her. He had thought about everything up until then, deciding to leave that part of the plan up to improvisation. He was so close to finalizing his plan, he just needed to hear the words come from her mouth. He just needed to hear her tell him to fuck her, then he'd be free from his planning, free from following the schedule he had imprinted in his mind. And he'd be able to finally show Katy why it is that she'd learn to love him.
 
"N...no...." she answered, she had never seen a man before, outside of health textbook diagrams. It was nothing to the real thing. "I have never... seen one..." her hazy blue eyes focused briefly on the hand resting on his fly before dropping rather shyly- she didn't want to see. But it seemed he was giving her no choice, as he gripped her hair and forced her to lift her gaze- that, she didn't like and whimpered softly. Limp as a rag doll, the weight of her head was being entirely supported by his hand... which felt painful, but taught her quick to look where he wanted her to.

Fresh tears welled up in her eyes, but he might assume that it was because he was causing her pain... not the psychological scars this rape was causing her. Forcing her to ask him was overly cruel. Why couldn't he just get it over with? Why did he have to torture her to make her pretend she wanted it? It was rape, how could she want it on any level? All she wanted was for it to stop hurting. Everything hurt so bad right now...

"I want..." she choked for a moment, her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and her throat constricted. "you....in.....me." and then dissolved back into tears and incoherent sobbing again- unable to help it. This was her virginity he was taking, and even when he had promised it was going to be brutal in here- she had had no idea what she was getting into. Katy sorely wished she'd chosen the bed. He hadn't shown the least pity or restraint when he most certainly should have...
 
"Now that you've said it, I'm going to make you mean it," he spoke with a grin. He walked behind her and dropped to his knees, bringing his face close to her abused pussy. It was time to stop the hurt, she'd hurt enough, now she truly wanted something else... now she was done fighting, at least for a while. He brought his lips up to her slit and kissed it once, softly before kissing it again a little more aggressively. His tongue trickled past his lips and began to flick her clit, smiling as he spoke to it, "Hello there little clit, don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you anymore."

He smiled as he thrust one of his fingers deep into her, before slowly pulling it out and speaking to her clit again, "That is, so long as Katy keeps being a good girl. Then there won't be any more pain for you. Just pleasure." With that, he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking on it sharply as he took a 2nd finger and pushed it into her, pulling back very slowly before he decided he'd had enough teasing and his thrusts were no longer slow and daunting. He was very rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out of her body, instead, going as fast as he could while he continued to tease her clit.

Eventually he pulled back his lips, keeping his fingers going as he demanded, taking his free hand and giving her bottom a pat of encouragement to go with his orders, "Take your hands and play with your breasts, take your fingers and pinch and play with your nipples. Come on, it's time to get you into the moment."
 
A whimper escaped her lips as he started touching her abused core- the only wetness apparent was a little blood, and her sweat-glazed skin... then, his saliva as he started using his tongue, hot breath washing over her...

Now he's talking to my body parts... he really is a psychopath. Katy thought as he moved behind her- she was torn between wanting to keep an eye on him, and not wanting to move at all. Then, a finger entered her and she yelped in surprise, a fresh sob escaping her lips as a round of shudders shot through her body.

Katy certainly wasn't ready for any of this, he was forcing her to be. She'd never been penetrated, yet here he was shoving his dirty fingers into her as casual as can be- it gave her no pleasure because her fear, pain and surprise were preventing her at first. Her core muscles squeezed and spasmed around his fingers, her muscles were fatigued but reflex still kicked in and she was very naturally quite tight.

Everything he did was edged with pain- her core wasn't used to any sort of stretch, and her body was still aching and bruised from the prior abuse- touching without any pain at all was impossible. All she could hope for was that the pain would become overwhelmed by pleasure (though what she really hoped was that he'd stop altogether.)

Now he demanded her to 'get into' the moment, though Katy knew it wasn't possible- she'd have to fake it, lifting her aching arms up so her clammy hands cupped her breasts, the blood from her wrists smearing on her alabaster pale skin. While she was not arguing or struggling, the frightened sobbing and tears were all too apparent. Her submission was fear-based, and being so helpless and scared did not suit her at all. This was more than she'd cried in years, and yet he was unmoved.
 
He took his other hand and gave her bottom a quick smack, nothing much, but something to urge her, something to re-strike that fear racing through her body, "Come on Katy, let me hear you moan, let me hear you feel the pleasure through your body. Don't deny it, it feels good, it'll make you forget about the pain... but you have to give in to the pleasure." He pulled back his finger, and brought his tongue forward again, sending it deep into her body with a thrust.

His tongue continued to thrust in and out, lick up and down, side to side, and all around her entrance. He licked like a man on a mission, only pulling back to catch his breath before going back to stimulating her wounded womanhood. He took his time with her, he was ready to wait as long as it took to have the tension leave her body so she would be free to enjoy this.

He would make her ride this fear-train all of the way to the docking station, he would keep her tense, keep her on that edge as long as he could before sending her toppling over it. But it all started slowly, as he built up that momentum, his lips parting with her nether lips as he caught his breath, before pushing his tongue back into her. He kept his hand upon her ass, tapping his fingers in rhythm as he kept her fresh with that reminder of what he could easily do with those fingers, taking one off of her derrière to bring it to her clit, gently rubbing it in circles. "Pinch those nipples, give them a tug, be rough with them and tell me it feels good. And you'd better make me believe it."
 
She did as he told her- knowing that if she didn't, he probably would and Katy probably wouldn't like it... she didn't like doing it to herself, either.... hating that she felt like an active participant in her own rape- but that fear kept her submissive for now, even if her hands shook as her slender white fingers rolled the sensitive rose-colored nubs, pinching and pulling- more gently than he would have, but enough that it twinged with pain as well as pleasure.

Her eyes cracked open a bit, her gaze clouded and glazed with a faraway look- the edge of her vision was rather smokey and dark, the possibility of fainting quite apparent. Her stomach churned and the back of her throat as burning with acid, she probably would have vomited already if not for the fact that she hadn't had a chance to make dinner yet, he'd caught her before she could eat anything. Not that she was hungry now, her appetite was long gone. His wet, hot tongue... bothered her emotionally, even though it made her body start to grow flushed hot with color as pleasure began to make it's way into her pain-shocked system.

Her body was giving in, while her mind would not. But, she echoed what he wished of her- told him 'it feels good' though her voice was faint and shaky, improving a bit with her words to please him- so he'd see she was trying, anyway, which she was. "Please make me feel good... I want you to make me feel good..." yet even when she couldn't truly mean those words, Katy felt dirty saying them. Now she was beginning to hope for the oblivion that unconsciousness could provide, so she could be gone to the loss of her virginity underneath his cruel form. She doubted he'd wait, even if she wasn't really there- there was a certain gleam of madness in his eyes that spoke of his obsession and his desire.
 
He was having second thoughts on this evening, maybe it wasn't time... at least, not quite yet, the night was young. He could taste her beginning to grow moist finally, and that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to remember this night, all five senses, and right now there was one in particular he wanted her to learn. "Since this will be your first time, it will be an opportunity to learn for you. Tell me Katy," he spoke as he stood up and reached for her free wrist, grasping it gingerly and beginning to bring it down to her own wounded core.

Finn sometimes moved so fast it was unsettling, he could go from one position to the next without it seeming like he moved at all. His lips were at her ear, his hand clenching her fist. "I want you to taste yourself, then I'm going to want you to taste me." He bit at her ear, planting soft but juust firm enough bites up and down the edge of it before nipping at her earlobe and holding on for a second. He brought both of his hands up to her shoulders, and began to massage her, his fingers going into her shoulders to ease the tension.

"I've decided since it's your first, that you've got one last shot, you've got one last chance at pleasure. But you gotta ease up, and you gotta stop crying. If I hear more crying out of you, it's just going to be pain... do you understand me? You gotta be strong Katy, or else you will find out just how sadistic I can truly get," his massage was genuinely one of loving care. He had loved her, since he saw her. It was like he crossed her mind once, and he couldn't get her out. He stopped his kisses, focusing only the movements of his strong hands, pressing his thumb into her tight spots. "Now, start by tasting yourself, take a finger and find out what you taste like... then tell me you like it."

His hands moved from her back to her breasts, being gentle with them as he cupped them and took his thumbs to roll her nipples in circles.
 
He was asking far too much of her- expecting her not to cry, for one? The only reason that was even remotely possible was because she was running out of tears and sobbing was taking more and more effort for the exhausted little thing. Expecting her to calm down, expecting her to enjoy this... it just wasn't going to happen how he wanted it, and she'd already been putting an honest effort into satisfying him! Yet it seemed laughable, in a sick way, to even try to point this out to him. Telling a psychotic rapist that he was being unrealistic? Yeah, he'd totally understand that.

Her sobs did stop- though more accurately, they transformed into hyperventilating instead. That was the best she could do, but it didn't happen immediately, and squeaks still escaped as she tried to keep the crying noises in- keeping in those sounds, where did they go? She felt like the screams she wanted to utter but couldn't were filling up her entire body, inflating her like a balloon- and what would happen when she popped? The new task made it even harder to listen to him and focus on the task her wanted... asking her, no, telling her.... not to cry, was taking a lot of concentration.

But his hand guided hers, doing some of the work for her, and let her fingers drag along her wet slit, taking some of their wetness. Moving her arms hurt really bad after the shackles, but also encouraged her to do the deed quickly and brought her arms back in front of her, and brought her fingers to her trembling lips. The taste... was strange, but not unpleasant. She was not really sure how to describe it... it was a little sweet, actually. "I... I... li..like...it." she said, still hyperventilating like crazy. It was a miracle she hadn't fainted, but perhaps the adrenaline of her fear was preventing the black out.

Hopefully tasting him wouldn't be a horrible thing, but she knew it probably would be. All she could really hope for was that it wouldn't be too painful.
 
His palm ran up and down the center of her spine comfortingly, as he began to walk around the side of her body he leaned in. His lips right beside her ear in a whisper, "You're doing good Katy, you're doing so good," and he walked in front of her to give her a smile. He leaned in and kissed her lips quickly, once, running his tongue that still contained her taste over her lips for a moment before pulling back. With his hands, he went back to her nipples to give them a quick, rough pinch, before letting go quickly and pressing his face up into her breasts. He kissed her nipples once each, before kissing between her breasts and up to her neck.

Again, he spoke when his face was so close to hers, when he projected this intimacy onto her. "You're going to have to do more than taste me Katy, I want you to pleasure me with your lips. If you can get me to cum, without crying... then you can make it out of the night pain free, or as a virgin, your choice. If you can't get me to cum without crying, then see... then it's my choice, and my choice very well be both." He reached down and undid her ankle shackle, going over to the other one and undoing it as well. Once they were undone he decided to leave her be for a moment. He abruptly, without explanation left the room.

He was only gone for no more than 30 seconds, the sound of a tap ran while he was in the other room. He returned with a pillow and a glass of water, tossing the pillow onto the floor and offering her the water while still pointing to the pillow. "This is for you, this is your last chance. You can have a few sips but then you need on your knees and suck me off. There's just one last thing though." As he handed her the water to free his hand, he turned and walked to his nearly demonic trunk of goodies and returned with a pair of handcuffs.

"You're going to have to do it with your hands tied behind your back," and with that he walked up to her, very quickly taking the hand she wasn't using to drink the water and bringing it behind her, enclosing it in one handcuff as he waited for her to drink the water. It was apparent by the pillow and the water that he was going to truly give her a shot at this, it was time to see if she was ready.
 
Katy was not ready- it was only their first night together and she was a fighter... for now, she was going through the motions of being submissive, but it wasn't going to last long at any rate. "I've never..." she choked a little, the hyperventilating getting even worse as the panic continued to seize at her. Her mouth was dry and thick with the taste of fear and the cold water felt good and cleansed the awful taste a bit... only to sharpen her taste of him, which she certainly didn't want, but the water was all-too necessary for her parched lips.

When she'd had her few sips, she found herself with her hands back behind her back.... looking up at him pitifully from her pillow with her large blue eyes aching with tears she was struggling to hold back- an ocean of tears. She was going to cry before this was through, there was just no avoiding it. "How..?" she choked a little on that word, her words quavering and weak... still, she didn't sob yet, just breathed harder and harder, in sharp, short bursts. No doubt, she looked quite pitiful and small on her knees before him like that- her first experience with oral sex, and she was already limited and unable to use her hands?

But to show she was not arguing... even though she wanted to... and not crying.... though she wanted to... she leaned in a little closer to him, her hot, shaky breath washing over his large length- swollen from the pleasure of causing her pain...

(sorry it's short.)
 
He could tell she was a fighter, that was part of why he wanted to make this humiliating for her. He wanted to knock her down a step, he wanted her to feel that shame, and remember it when she looked in his eyes. Eventually she would learn to trust these eyes, it wasn't supposed to take hours, it was supposed to take days, weeks, months... years. As he looked in her eyes he began to understand that she was too tired for him to properly take her tonight, he'd have to take her properly in the morning.

However, that did not mean her night was done, already his mind was running with ideas on how to give the night a proper finale. After all, it was a celebration, and it should be remembered. He stepped forward, bringing his hardened shaft so close to her lips, his arousal evident as he took a fistful of her hair and kept her head lifted with it. "It's easy... first you start by kissing it, tenderly... then you bring out your tongue and see how much of it you can taste." He brought his member even closer to her lips, smiling as he stood above her.

"Then you wrap your lips around it, and you begin to move your head forward and back..." he continued with the instructions, looking down at her as he slowly and carefully explained exactly what you should do. "You should expect me to thrust a bit with your motions... and be ready to gag in case I'm not able to control myself and I begin to use your mouth to satisfy myself. But the harder you suck, and the faster you move, the faster this whole thing will be over." He smiled as he leaned his head back and prepared to enjoy the feeling of Katy's first time trying to use her mouth to love him. "And oh, since you tried to kick them earlier, while you're down there.. just to apologize to them, you should give my balls a kiss... or two."
 
Everything he asked of her... well, she couldn't even think about bringing herself to do it! It was just so disgusting- bile built up in the back of her throat again, paired with her hyperventilating she was now starting to dry heave... oh, if only she'd eaten something earlier- puking on him would be a small shred of revenge he could hardly call 'on purpose' considering he was holding her there by her hair.

Biting him... biting him crossed her mind too, but what would he do if she did? And her own helplessly exhausted state made the idea of biting and trying to run away downright ridiculous. There really was no choice, no way around it- only revenge she could later work to attain. Perhaps after tricking him into believing she would be good and submissive and earning more freedom. Katy closed her mind and thought of revenge before she plunged in to follow her orders, letting her lips brush against the tip of his shaft in a kiss, chanting I'll bite it off later, over and over and over again in her mind as she fought back tears, knowing it was a battle she was going to lose- but perhaps an honest effort would make his own choice of how to handle her gentler.
 
"Come on, try to pretend like you actually enjoy it," he encouraged as he pushed his member forward against her tender lips. "Try to pretend I'm actually somebody you love, and that you'll enjoy pleasing me. That way, you might actually find you like it, and that way, I won't be forced to do something I don't want to have to do." He stepped forward, his toes stepping on the pillow she was resting her knees upon. His foot was placed between her legs, and he brought his foot up to give her tender slit a little pat with his foot. His tap was especially light, knowing that he didn't need to do much to cause her pain. His tap was merely a reminder as to what he was capable of.

"Now, if you don't want me to hurt you, I'd try listening. Close your eyes, let a moan escape past your lips and remember the pleasure you're about to give me. Lick me, suck me, please me Katy. Show me what you're capable of, show me how much you enjoy to please me," he continued as he licked his lips with eager excitement.

He leaned his head back and bit down on his lower lip a little, ignoring all of his other senses. There was only one that excited him now and that was how it would feel to have her lips and tongue pleasure him. This wasn't part of his original plan, but Finn was quickly learning to enjoy improvisation.
 
Katy was more than happy to close her eyes, not wanting to have to look at him while she struggled through this. His cruelty seemed to know no bounds, because he kept placing upon her expectations that she would be incapable of meeting- telling her not to cry was impossible enough, taking all her concentration... now he wanted her to pretend to like it, too? It really felt to her that he was setting her up to fail, wanting an excuse to harm her more than he already had- the poor virgin couldn't take it!

When he tapped her aching slit with her foot, she yelped in pain and lurched forward a bit, causing the tip of his cock to enter past her startled lips, wetting the head with her tongue as she started to sob uncontrollably- turning her head and getting him out of her mouth, starting to dry heave and panic because she knew he was going to hurt her even worse now because she had started crying- naturally the idea of being tortured more left her hysterical.

"I can't do it! Don't hurt me, don't hurt me!" she cried, though it was rather incoherent through her cries- her entire body rigid and braced for pain.
 
"You must do it, or else you will understand no other world other than pain," he coldly explained as he mercilessly pulled his foot back and drove his foot into her defenseless slit, ramming the sensitive flesh hard up into her body. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face callously towards the ground. He turned and began to walk behind her where he gave her bottom a hard spank. He leaned down and grabbed her hair and tugged her head up, leanind down to hiss into her ear, "This is your final chance, either you suck me off or I tie your legs spread and ensure you will NEVER be able to comprehend pleasure again."
 
She screamed in pain as he instantly turned on her, cruelly causing her more pain than she had already been in- leaving her sobbing and shaking like a leaf, knowing that the 'choice' he gave her in the first place had never really been a choice at all. Now even if she did do it, which she most certainly didn't want to, he'd probably inflict more pain on her anyway. But if she didn't, it would probably be much worse and the poor girl hardly could take what had already been dealt! She didn't care if what he did didn't feel good, she just wanted it to be over- and for it to stop hurting. Katy by no means was in pursuit of pleasure.

"Okay, okay," she sobbed incoherently- she'd do it, but the idea of it made more bile burn her throat and made her sobs all the more hysterical, so many tears that left unattended she could very well drown in them. This definitely was against any fantasy she'd ever had about her first experiences, this was something even her worst nightmares wouldn't be able to cook up! How could he justify what he was doing to her, and feel no remorse for her suffering?
 
He took his fingers and gently brushed the hair away from her forehead behind her ears so he could look down into her terrified eyes, and smile into them. "Shh shh Katy, you'll be fine... you'll do fine. There won't be any more pain if you do it right, you can make it out of this evening with no more hurting... no more bruising.. and I'm sure you can do it. I know you can do it, you know that too right, don't you? Just wrap your lips around my cock..." he started with his instructions, taking a fistful of her hair and bringing her face closer to his hardened length.

"And suck hard, as you bob forward and back. If you don't listen though Katy..." he started before looking up and away from her head, at the ceiling as he got lost in his own mind with the sick demented fantasies of what he would do to her. "Maybe I'd tie you up to that horse again, tie your arms up so you're dangling from the ceiling right on your already bruised pussy... leave you in here overnight with the lights off. Just leave you dangling there in pain, or maybe I'd bring out my electrical toys of punishment... you wouldn't believe how easy it is to get your hands on a tazer nowadays..." He continued to wonder aloud, his length only growing harder at the thought of punishing her, as he grinned cruelly and kept his fist clenched in her red locks. "Or, if you do well.. I could let you sleep in tomorrow on that wonderful comfy bed I bought for you. Maybe cook you a good breakfast, just remember the choice is yours Katy.. if you can be strong enough, I can be quite kind."
 
If he had sought to calm her down, he had failed miserably- bringing up more ways he could torture her was far from relaxing. If his goal was to scare her... well, he'd long succeeded at that. This was overkill.

At this point she was too terrified to even really think- her thoughts were running in together so fast, they were as incoherent as her sobs. But, he was getting what he wanted- her lips parted to accept him into her mouth, wrapping around his hot flesh- it made her feel so very sick to taste the salt of his skin, but there was no escaping and she knew that now. All she could do was give in, and hope someone saved her soon- and that she came out of it alright.

She choked a little, unable to help but keep sobbing, slowly starting to bob her head as he instructed. Her entire body was shaking like crazy, pale as moonlight. It was awkward with her arms behind her back... it seemed even for a first time he wasn't really going to cut her any breaks. This man was beyond cruel, she knew his hardness was brought on by the idea of hurting her more- she made no mistake in thinking he wouldn't leave her on the horse all night, or electrocute her- possibly kill her by accident in the process. No, this man did not think logically.... so all she could do was stay on her knees and suck him, feeling like a disgusting whore...
 
"Mmmm, harder," He demanded in a quick curt voice, shaking her head a little by her hair as he did. He looked down at her, his new prize, his new most treasured possession. Today was the first of many days where she would learn to be his, and for now, he had expected this bitter hatred and this fear. But slowly, as time began to erode at her walls of defense, when he told her to moan in pleasure she would, and it would truly be pleasure. He would break her, body, mind and soul, and then he would be the only person available to save her as well.

He was both the shining knight and the terrible demonic monster, at the same time, and he could be one or the other at the flip of a switch. But right now, there was no sign of that knight, that was only the monster that used this woman as his toy. He continued to shake her, as he kept her petrified with his idea of fun, continuing to wonder aloud, "Oh, so many toys I bought for you... just for you Katy, no other girl in your school was hot enough. And I looked them all in the eyes... I saw weakness. You, you've got strength, I may have sapped you of it now... but I know you will fight again. And I'll love it. Mmm, don't be afraid to use a little tongue dear, get that involved... you're going to have to learn to get good at sucking me, it will be a daily part of your new reality."
 
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