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Walking After Dark (sugarplum and rekoj)

She did her best not to listen to him, keeping her eyes closed tight as she.... well, she didn't even want to think about what she was doing. His orders cut through, slashed into her consciousness like a mortal would- for now, she obeyed them and let her tongue hesitantly brush along him as she kept bobbing her head-tried to suck him harder, just wanting it to be over quickly. As he spoke of how he looked forward to hurting her, she could feel him grow bigger in her mouth, making the bobbing motions even more difficult and uncomfortable since she was rather petite and her mouth was not large. It was possible, yes, but increasingly uncomfortable.

His fingers in her hair, shaking her, just left her dizzy- her vision starting to tilt-o-whirl if she ever made the mistake of opening her eyes. Clamping her bright blue eyes more tightly closed, she found herself thinking of other things- letting her mind find an escape for her, though her body remained behind to robotically follow his instructions, continuing to suck him, but she was nearly catatonic. This night would be burned into her memory forever, just these memories enough to scar her for life... and it seemed he hadn't even gotten started yet.
 
He loved the feeling of her mouth, it fight tightly around his length and he grinned as he knew it would be a loooong while before he would even be able to consider getting tired of this feeling. As her tongue began to get involved, he took his other hand and brought it down to her head as well. He let go of her hair so both of his hands could hold her head, and begin to pull it towards him, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth and starting to thrust with the actions. He couldn't help it, though he made sure to let go after a few thrusts, letting her do the motions for him again as he bit his lip and commanded, feeling his climax beginning to build within his body, "Faster Katy, get your head moving back and forth faster... come on, I'm getting close..."

Even now, getting close to his climax, knowing he was about to feel that sweet release... he was looking ahead in his mind. His eyes were closed, his hands were now at his sides, clenching fists into his own fists as the tension within his body continued to rise to that breaking point. He licked his lips as he opened his eyes and looked down at her, demanding quickly, so she would remember this moment, "Look up at me Katy. Open your eyes and look at me.. and don't you dare look away. I want you to be looking straight into my eyes as I cum, and I want you to suck it all down and tell me that you love it... if you can do that, your night is over. If you can't, well then.. it's only just begun." His jaded green eyes continued to look intensely down into hers, as he found his hips moving ever so slightly again, unable to stop the motion because of the sensation and the pleasure she was giving him, he knew he was right on the edge.
 
Her eyes opened as he ordered, so full of pain as she looked up at him- her vision was blurred with tears, which was a small blessing- she wasn't forced to see the cruelty of his expression. But even blurry vision wasn't enough to make looking at him easy, she still wanted more than anything to squeeze her eyes tight and pretend none of this was happening- that this was just a nightmare, and she'd wake up from it and wouldn't even remember- just wake up, thinking 'I must have had a bad dream, but it's over now.'

Even when tonight ended, it was far from over.

Her body automatically rocked with the motions necessary- her head bobbing faster, her tongue massaged his shaft- sure, it was robotic and a bit clumsy, but it seemed he was enjoying it nonetheless even if this moment was humiliating and painful for her- or maybe that was why he enjoyed it. He seemed sick enough.

When he came, she let out a startled noise and gagged a bit- so many emotions crossing her face in a jumble as incoherent as her thoughts as she tasted the salty fluid, much of it forced down her throat before she could even think of spitting thanks to how deep his cock was into her mouth, she could even feel a bit of it dribbling down the back of her throat as all she could do was choke it down with her tears pouring down her face. With her mouth still full of him, just to get the damn thing over with, she choked out 'I love it', before choking and sputtering as she withdrew his length from her lips, heaving and looking more than a little sick.

This was a taste she would never forget.
 
He groaned with his climax, smiling as he felt his load release in her mouth. He knew she had forced herself to tell him she loved it, but she would learn with time. Right now he could afford to be patient, right now he felt fucking fantastic. He let her withdraw from him, brushing her hair away from her forehead with a hint of loving affection.

He wasted no time in walking over to her and lifting her over his shoulder. He began to carry her out of the concrete room, through the doorway where he walked to the bed where he placed her. As he laid her down, she wouldn't notice or know, but he had bought an especially comfortable bed for her. It was luxuriously soft on the top, while being firm at just the right depth to offer optimal comfort. He would care for her, as she learned more and more to be with him and to love being with him. He would give her her break now, the one she so evidently needed.

He turned away from her and walked to the other door, pulling it open to reveal the other rooms he had set aside for her. "There's fresh fruit in the fridge, as well as cereal and a few other simple meals. The freezer has ice cream and ice in it if you need to nurse your wounds. In the bathroom you'll find a fresh toothbrush, still in the package as well as a few different types of toothpaste because I'm not sure what you like." He stepped inside and grabbed something off of the kitchen counter, tossing it to her explaining, "These are birth control pills. Start taking these daily, I will keep tabs on how many pills are gone and if you attempt to flush them or something and end up getting pregnant... then, only then will you get to meet my true cruel side. This last while has been me being nice compared to what I'd do then. You did good today though, and if you keep doing well you'll get to see the nicer side of me."

He finished explaining with a smile, leaning forward and giving her breast a quick feel, as if she was his, groping it before leaning in and kissing her neck, whispering in her ear, "Do you want waffles for breakfast... or french toast?" And as he stood up and looked in her eyes it was evident he was entirely serious about her breakfast preference.
 
Katy cringed when his hand brushed her hair out of her face, she did not want to be touched in any shape or form. She felt dirty, disgusting, and full of self-loathing that she had bent to his will so easily. She was a fighter- but it seemed exhaustion, fear and pain had been enough to break her tonight.

At least she'd seemed to go through the night with her virginity in tact, but wasn't hopeful that she'd still have it tomorrow, and she was in so much pain down there he almost might as well have fucked her. He didn't need to convince her to take the birth control pills, the last thing she wanted was to have his children. Those children would be horned, since this man was surely a demon in disguise. No man could be so evil- who threatened to hurt a pregnant woman? Especially in a way worse than this night had already been? It made her blood feel chilled...

Listening him talk about the room, what was there for her, what she wanted for breakfast... it was so weird, she felt like she was in the fucking Twilight Zone. Did he really think she was going to respond to him, and act like this was all normal. When he tossed the pills to her, she let them hit her and then roll away from her- not really noticing. When he asked what she wanted for breakfast, she just stared at him blankly with her wet, pain-stricken expression- just laid where he left her on the bed, she hadn't even moved an inch.

She didn't want to eat, what made him think she'd have an appetite? Katy would rather just starve to death, rather than let him have her forever. All she wanted was to get away from him. And while now she was not really inclined to seek the 'cowardly way out', it wouldn't take much more of this before she seriously considered that route. Her current state was not healthy, physically or emotionally- he probably didn't realize just how much this had hurt her.
 
"Ahem," he repeated, with an edge of a growl at the end of it, staring at her intensely, the light in his eyes beginning to change. "I asked you a question Katy, I'm making breakfast for you tomorrow morning, I'll let you sleep in for a good while but when you want to eat do you want blueberry pancakes? French toast with icing sugar and syrup and bananas if you like? You need to answer the question Katy, you don't want me to have to pick you up and take you back to that other room to get an answer out of you."

He knew there was humour in the moment, but he was feeling none. He was taking her silence as a sign of disrespect, he was trying to open up to her now and she stayed silent. "Tomorrow's going to be a big day for you, you might be able to earn back the right to wear some clothes. Breakfast is important, I want to know what you'd prefer. I've got a lot of options, I just need to know what you like." He stood there, tapping his foot impatiently by the door that led to the only actual exits in this home as well as his bedroom and living quarters.
 
She choked a little- his tone seemed to grab her attention, more fear lighting her bright blue eyes as she regarded him. The threat to take her back to 'the other room' definitely got a response from her!

"I... like..." she choked a little, not wanting to look at him or speak to him at all. "Belgian waffles. With strawberries and whipped cream."

She certainly did not respect him, but she was still scared enough of him for now that she'd answer him if he threatened her. Her aching arms crossed over her breasts as she curled up a bit in the bed with a low groan as some pain shot through her, her bruised core was certainly bothering her, made clear by her fetal-curled position and her pain twisted expression.

"I don't think I'll be able to eat," she said, her voice breaking back into sobs again. "I feel so sick." she seriously doubted he cared about her pain, or how sick she felt- he'd caused it after all.
 
He sighed as he pulled open the door to the exit, trusting she wouldn't have the energy to run for it as he left it open and went into the kitchen. The sounds of a fridge opening and a glass filling could be heard, as well as the unmistakable clinking sounds of ice. The sound of a fridge closing was heard, and he returned to the room with a glass of ice water and placed it on the bedside table beside her. In his other hand he had been clenching an icepack wrapped in a tea towel, to cool the surface a little bit.

Her quilts were white and pink, very girly, but very soft and he knew the pillows were quite expensive. He had wasted no money on making sure she'd be able to get a good night's rest, why would he not waste these two seconds to get her a glass of water. He patted her forehead, placed the ice pack beside her and leaned down to kiss her forehead once more. "You did good today. Look forward to breakfast tomorrow, belgian waffles and whipped cream and strawberries. You'll need your strength, just remember the pain today and to listen tomorrow... and you'll do fine. You'll learn to stop crying soon enough, you'll learn to control the sadness."

He turned around and left the room, this time not stopping or turning around for anything as he closed it behind him, leaning down to lock her only exit behind him so he could return to his bed and rest. He smiled as he walked, knowing it had finally begun..
 
Why me? The question gnawed at her- what drove him to want her so badly? To want to make her suffer, and pretend that she liked it? He had explained, though vaguely, that he thought she was beautiful and strong... but was that really the only thing that lead him to destroy her life?

She didn't move at first, watching him leave... the place where his lips touched burned like fire, and left her raw with rage. But her energy was long gone, sapped away from a long day or work and school- not the mention what felt like eternity in the other room. Katy had no idea how long she'd been in there, for all she knew it was long into the morning or maybe even afternoon. If there were windows, she didn't have the energy to lift her head to see it... she had not really noticed anything about the living space he'd provided her, and if she had it would only leave her more deeply disturbed to see the obvious amount of planning all of this must have taken.

After a long while of just lying there in the fetal position, the water on the dresser looked extremely inviting- it would be nice to wash out the tastes that she imagined were still in her mouth. She reached for the birth control pills, too, knowing that she probably should start now since she likely wasn't going to get any breaks next time. She gulped down the pills with the whole glass of water in a matter of seconds, then sucked on the pieces of ice because the cool feeling of the cubes was rather soothing to her. Then she appropriately applied the icepack to where she hurt the most, clenching it between her thighs before curling back up tightly in a ball and pulling the blankets over her pale, bruised, and nude form.

Katy felt rather numb at first, but slowly the emotions started rolling back over her and she sobbed without pause for breath until she completely passed out, tears soaking 'her' pillow. Her sleep was not peaceful, she was tortured with nightmares- remembering his threats, replaying her time in 'the other room'... remembering the cruel warning of what would happen if she got pregnant (birth control pills don't always work!) All of these things abused her dreams, the poor girl forced to endure more horrors by her own fear-drenched consciousness.

Yet it seemed things would only be worse when she woke up...
 
He gave her plenty of time to rest, an odd sign of kindness from such an evil hearted man. Yet he was content letting her be, letting her rest, letting her recover. She'd need her strength today, today was her lucky day... today she got to lose her virginity to him, and he would show her pleasure. He'd showed her pain, he'd showed her extreme pain, and he had more pain to show her, but it wasn't going to be about that this morning. That is... providing she listened, the poor stubborn girl.

It was eleven hours after he left her, giving her the full eight to sleep and more to do whichever she wanted to rest up and recover. However, once it hit 3:00 in the afternoon he barged his way inside. He had left the mix within her fridge, in the opposite section of her room, where he quickly went to. He locked the door behind him and left the lights off in the room, in case she was still choosing to lay in bed and deny reality. He didn't notice if she was in her bed or the bathroom, frankly it didn't matter to him at the moment. He would get her when she was needed, that is, if she didn't come when called.

Idly he began to whistle while he cooked, calling out into the other room only after he had the waffles started in the maker. "Ohhh Kaaaaaaaty," in a very sing-song voice, with the ring of an exceptionally disturbed happiness attached to each word. "It's almost breakfast time Katy, you'd better get in here. Waffles will be done in just a few minutes, then we've gotta have a talk about all of the fun things we're going to do today. Come sit down at the dining room table, we've got to figure out what to do with all of the extra whipped cream I bought for your breakfast."

He smiled to himself as he finished yelling into the other room, entirely content in the knowledge that today was going to be a good day.
 
Katy had woken up at noon, and had been paralyzed with terror as she realized that she was indeed in this mad man's clutches, what had happened was no nightmare she could just brush off. She was late for work- would her boss notice? Would he file a police report on her behalf? Call her sister and ask her to check in on her, perhaps?

She sobbed in bed at first, but eventually got out of bed and made use of the bathroom- taking a long, hot shower- feeling the stink of the night before on her, and wanting to get it off her before she went mad. But he'd just dirty her up again, dirty her up even worse. She found a towel and towelled off her hair before she wrapped it around her thin, shaky frame- that was when she heard him calling her and paled considerably as she followed his voice into the dining room, hovering in the door frame with the towel still wrapped tightly about her.

"I.... uhm... need to get dressed." her voice was low and nervous, worried for one that he would not allow her to get dressed- perhaps the fact that she had indeed come when he called might gain her a bit of mercy on his part. Her tone was not demanding, rather her voice drifted off slightly as if her statement was more of a question. 'Can I get dressed?' rather than 'I need to'- which might appeal to him as a slight show of submission.

For now, her fear was fresh- the memories were fresh, so for now she would be more obedient than she wished- but Katy was a survivor as well as a fighter, and if she could stomach his orders she'd have to try to follow through with them. There was no guarantee he wouldn't kill her, be it accidentally or on purpose.
 
"You can wear one of my t-shirts, I haven't gone shopping for clothes for you yet. First off, I see no need with them with the breaking in I'll be doing with you over the next few days. Secondly, you haven't earned any yet... but with time you will be able to control what your wardrobe contains and what you get to wear. However, keep in mind that any clothing you do eventually get... there's a good chance I'll just tear it off," he said, turning to look at her in the doorway where he shot her a wink.

He was putting the waffles onto the plates, whipped cream and strawberries already out on the table. He pointed into her main room and said, "Dresser on the left, there's a few shrits in the top of if. They'll all be a little large on you, but that was to be expected. I think you'd look good in my Amon Amarth T-shirt." Amon Amarth was a brutal viking metal band, with a viking on the T-shirt slaying a dragon and blood spatter highlighting it. If it wasn't already so obvious, it was another clue to this man's mental stability.

"A t-shirt is all you need though Katy, no need for underwear... it won't be long after breakfast I'm removing the shirt from your body anyways. Now would you like a knife and fork or just a fork? I've always eaten both, knife and fork, no matter what I'm eating. Could be drumsticks, could be a salad... just gotta have that knife there. What about you?" He was trusting of her with cutlery, more importantly he was secure in himself with it. If she pulled a fork and butterknife on him, he was sure he'd be able to handle her.
 
Her stomach did flip flops as he so casually talking about her ... being 'broken in'... he made her sound like a pair of new shoes, not a girl. Not human. Still, she took the t-shirt- feeling awkward without a bra or panties to go under it, but it was large enough on her that her womanly bits were hidden from view. She did not like the 'Amon Amarth' shirt at all, she was a girl who liked lace and ruffles, pinks and purples... this was not exactly a feminine piece of clothing.

"I just need a fork..." she said hesitantly, thoughts of using the knife did cross her mind, but she was too scared at this point to try anything like that. Maybe with a steak knife, but not with a butter knife. She'd have to wait until he trusted her more before she could make that kind of move.

Sitting down at the table, she looked rather stiff and afraid. Her legs kept pressed tightly together, her eyes were so full of tears that she was trying to suppress. As she looked at the plate of food she normally thought was delicious, she had no appetite for it.

"I don't feel so well," she said rather hoarsely, her voice still low and shaky. "I don't think I can eat much..."
 
"Nonsense. You just feel sick and don't want them because it's me making the waffles. You haven't eaten since lunch yesterday, and even then half a turkey sandwich isn't much nourishment," he explained very calmly as he poured both of them a glass of milk and put it down for each of them. He sat down and acted as if this breakfast was entirely normal, like they had been like this for years.

He ate in silence taking a few small bites before he piped up once again in a suprisingly calm voice, "I am not entirely disempathetic to your pain. I know you sobbed yourself to sleep last night, I know I've robbed you of your normality, I know I've taken away your previous life. I will not let your tears and pain manipulate me. However, I will do everything in my power to make sure your new life is comfortable once you get settled in, I am capable of great kindness I assure you. You will see that side of me soon. But the reason I took you is because I took one look at you Katy and knew that you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and I knew I would be happy with nobody else as my companion for the rest of my days. It wasn't just your beauty, but your body language and your strength. I need someone strong to handle my.. well, predisposed condition of being me. You may cry during breakfast, but I expect you to try and stop afterwards. I know what I did was not fair but I will tolerate no argument."

As soon as that little moment of sanity and clarity had come, it went. "How are the waffles? The secret ingredient is cyanide." As soon as he dropped this verbal bomb he looked up to her and smiled as he happily took a bite into his waffle. He then held up his hand and assured, with the largest nigh childish grin ever, "Just kidding!" He happily went and took another bite, smiling in a self-satisfied way as he did.
 
Katy didn't touch the waffles after that. Who could blame her, really? Even with his assurance that it was a joke, she didn't really believe he wouldn't poison or drug her to make manipulating her easier- or just to kill her because he was a sick freak. Maybe he didn't even need her alive to have his way with her (though this was a thought that she did not wish to linger on.)

His conversation with her revealed more disturbing information- he'd been following her the whole day, he even remembered what she'd been eating. Yet she had no recollection of him in the least, even as she wracked her brain to try to get some clue to this horrible man, and why he'd chosen her. If she could figure this out, maybe she could think of a way to get out of this, find a way to trick him.

"You just want someone to cause pain... you know I'm not going to go down without a fight. You want me to fight... because you want to hurt me." she said, translating what he told her. Someone who could handle his... self... and someone who would allow him, give him an excuse to... do horrible, horrible things. She did not deserve the cruel punishment he had inflicted on her- she just told him she wasn't ready, confessed a secret to him that should have made her anxiety and fears something he could understand- yet he took them, and still created a nightmare she couldn't escape.

"You're not even human...how do you justify kidnapping me and raping me? Just because you wanted to? That makes it okay, then?"

More tears surged forth after that, she dissolved into sobs- she didn't care if her insults or her questions enraged him, her tears and her insults were nothing to what he had done to her, and what he would do. He acted as if she merely cried to manipulate them, but of course this wasn't the case- it was an effect to his cause, they were genuine and they told of true pain- physically and emotionally.

"They are going to find you, the police, my family, my friends!" she sobbed, "and you'll fry!" this man, in her eyes, deserved nothing short of the death penalty.
 
"No Katy, that's where you're wrong... they won't. I'm can cover my tracks," he spoke the line with dead certainty as he took another bite of his waffles. "None of your friends know who I am, your family doesn't know who I am, you don't know who I am, the police don't know who I am. I am off the map, and I have an endless supply of cashflow which you not need worry about. You are in a secluded warehouse that was thought long abandoned in the wrong side of a gigantic metropolis. No one is coming to save you, and the sooner you get that reality through your head the less traumatic everything else will be," he further explained in a firm voice as he finished off his last bite of waffles.

"You are wrong in something else, I do not cause pain because I love to... I cause pain because I need to cause pain. Because fear is the only dependable way of interacting with people, with trust... people betray you. With fear, they have no choice but to respect. There was no way I would ever make somebody like you respect me soon enough to get what I needed-now I'm done talking about this. Now I get making you mine," he took a paper towel and wiped his face as he stood up.

"Since you're done those waffles, now is when you stand up and take that shirt off, stop crying, or else I will start this day off by taking you to the other room and a healthy dose of pain before fucking you. Now is when pain is effective, unless you really want a reminder as to exactly how cruel I can be," he finished, walking towards her around the table at an intimidatingly slow pace.
 
Katy choked up with fear now that breakfast was over, and apparently so was polite conversation. She stumbled back, up from her chair and fear flashed in her vibrant baby blues. She needed no reminder of his cruelty, but couldn't help but react the way she was... how could she stop the tears?

"Please don't take me in there," she whimpered, of course meaning that 'other' room, the room that had filled her sleeping hours with the worst nightmares, the room already full of so much pain. She took some deep breaths, her chest rapidly rising and falling as panic clutched at her- she didn't want to be hurt again, she was trying to cooperate- at least for now- but her emotions were most certainly getting in the way.

She was able to do one thing he asked- removing the shirt, and she did with shaky hands- perhaps he'd see her trying to be obedient, and take that into account when ... this... happened. Katy had no doubt that it was going to happen. "Please... please don't hurt me. I'm trying to stop," she sobbed, "you know I haven't.." she couldn't even bring herself to finish that sentence, but he should know that she meant have sex. It was only natural to be scared about that, and what he'd done to her the night before had amplified her terror substantially.
 
"Plant your hands on the table, and bend over.. I will be gentle with you, but if I am too slow you will not feel enough pleasure to overcome the pain. There is no escaping, this will not be an inevitability anymore. You will never be more ready for this moment than you are now, and this is your only chance to have this done not in the other room. You must fight back your tears Katy, you must learn how," his words were firm and intense as he stepped around her slowly, waiting for her to obey his commands.

The unspoken words had been about why she needed to learn the fight the tears, though time would eventually dry her ducts. He would not stand to have her crying there with him every day, but it was to be expected for now. She would learn to overcome them with time, every time he entered her she would have another chance to learn, every time he hurt her he would make her more numb, and every time he kissed her she would learn to like it a little bit more.

"I want you to warm yourself up for this," he started as he began to pull off his shirt. "I want you to take your hand and give your slit a rub, you may rub as gently or as slowly as you like to start... but I want to have your body worked up by the time I'm ready to enter you. I'm going to drop in behind you and help your hand out with my tongue, but if you try and pull away from all of this... remember the consequeences. And oh, I want to hear you to enjoy being worked up," as he had spoken he had removed himself of his jeans and stepped closer to her watching her carefully. It was evident that he was giving her no alternative to this than what he wanted.
 
Katy knew she had no choice. It was going to hurt either way, she knew that... but she didn't want it to hurt more than it had to, so she put her shaky hands on the edge of the table and bent over- this certainly was nothing like the first time she had imagined, he wasn't even decent enough to take her someplace more comfortable. There was nothing comfortable or romantic about a kitchen table still strewn with breakfast, she had to push a plate aside to make sure she did not lean into strawberries and whipped cream.

At least this way, she did not have to look at him.

Bending over, her full breasts molded and flattened slightly against the hard, cool surface of the table and sent a shiver through her... but that shiver was lost in the trembling of her pale frame, mixed in with her paralyzing fear. Then he ordered her to... work herself up... and she hated that he was forcing her to be involved in her own rape.

"I... haven't... done that... either." she said through tears as one hand ventured between her legs, the other still gripping the edge of the table. So tightly, in fact, that her knuckles were white. This girl had hardly even ventured to touch herself, and his expectations that she work herself up left her all the more nervous as she very lightly traced along her small slit, stroking it very gently. This sent more shivers through her, and a warm prickly sensation.
 
"Good, now keep rubbing. I want you to forget I'm here, and get lost in yourself for a while. I want the only sounds in this room to be your noises of pleasure. I'm going to stop talking, my hands and lips are going to help your hand out in working yourself up," he explained as he stepped right up behind her, so she would feel his hard bulge pressing against her thigh.// His hand started at her bottom, working its way up the side of her body and underneath to her breast. He worked his fingers between her soft flesh and the table to cup her breast, his thumb quickly found her nipple and began to work the sensitive nub in rapid circles. As he continued to lean over her his lips met her neck and his other hand mimicked the motion his right hand was doing to her other breast. He dragged his moist lips over her flesh, up her soft neck to her earlobe which he promptly nipped at gently. He was growing harder by the second, and he was excited at the idea of knowing only a layer of fabric was between his length and her slit.
 
A whimper of fear escaped her lips, a fresh sob, she hardly was about to 'lose herself' in this, all too aware of the feel of his body heat, his lips and his hands all over her unwilling form. It made her feel sick, especially knowing he would soon fill her and take away her innocence. That fact made getting 'worked up' hard.

Her hand still rubbed gently on her slit, in a slow and careful stroke. Before long, her knees grew weak with pleasure- the combination of his hands, lips, and her own nervous touches starting to reap pleasure from her body, moisture starting to grow between her quivering thighs- a squeak that was a mix of pleasure and fear bursting from her surprised lips as she realized that so far... this wasn't painful. Only really, really scary.

If it wasn't with him, she might have been able to enjoy it... but the reality of her situation wasn't going away anytime soon.
 
He kept her on edge, as he continued to tease her with his fingers, slowly pulling his left hand down the side of her torso and over the curve of her bottom before retracting to his waistband. He pushed down his boxers and stepped out of them while pushing himself closer to her. The head of his cock pushed forward and gently teased the entrance of her slit, smiling as he knew he was catching her in a weak spot. Now that he had her in this spot, he broke his vow of silence. // His lips kissed up her neck until he was breathing into her ear again. He whispered in a voice that was free of that rough, threatening tone, which was replaced by the slow crawl of his breathy whisper, "You know you want it at this point, you're curious to see how it's going to feel. Its going to hurt, because of yesterday... but clech your hands tight against that table and I promise you will love it. Now brace yourself, get ready to moan.. now your new life with me begins. Move your hands out of the way when you're ready, but make it quick..."
 
She froze up with terror, she could feel the head of his length prodding at her wet slit in a teasing manner- and she choked, knowing he would completely fill her in a matter of moments. He said it would hurt.... hadn't she been being good so it wouldn't hurt? Why was her punishment from the night before continuing, even now as she worked so hard to avoid it?

Katy squeezed her thighs together for a moment, a few sobs starting to escape as she lost her nerve- not ready to lose it like this, why couldn't he understand that? Her head twisted so her tear-filled eyes met his much calmer gaze, her neck hurting from having to crane so much to try to see him- but she knew her pitiful expression would not stir up anything in him, wouldn't make him regret causing her this pain, or sympathize with her plight.

"I'm so scared," she whispered hoarsely, she was shaking from head to toe to prove her point- she was paler than moonlight, one hand gripping the table so hard she thought the wooden surface might snap and splinter. "I don't want to hurt..." she choked again, especially remembering threats of that 'other room'- that thought made her move her hand as he instructed, to give him access... but oh, she was far from ready. Katy was sure she would do anything to avoid this, but he wasn't giving her options...
 
He would wait no longer to take what he wanted from her. She shook, she sobbed, but it was like he said.. she would never be more ready than she already was. He gently brought his fingers to her earlobe and tugged on it gently. Once he finished the affectionate tug he brought both of his hands to her hips. // He pushed into her with that initial thrust, sending his full length into her body. He rocked her body with that first thrust, his cock pushing into the wet tightness she offered, groaning loudly as he did. "Oh God, you feel even better than I thought. Hold on tight Katy," he exclaimed in a strained voice, his very vocal cords being affected by the tension within his body. He repeated his first thrust with a second one, this one daring to push even further into her.//He settled into a pace after his first thrusts, his hips bucking quickly as he wasted no time at speeding into the quick pace he had set. He sacrificed the deepness with which he bored into her with to increase his speed, his member pushing into her body and pulling it's way back against her nether lips over and over again as one of his hands went up to her hair to give the red locks a quick rough tug.
 
"Oh god," she sobbed as she felt him enter her, feeling pain shoot through her as he stretched her and broke her barrier- claiming her virginity in one painful stroke. "it hurts!" it did indeed, but he had never shown remorse for causing her pain... why would he now? He wouldn't even take it slow, already throwing himself into a quick pace faster than she could adjust to the new sensation of being fucked.

The edge of the table bit into her belly as she leaned hard against it, allowing most of her weight to be supported as she folded her arms under her face and cried, the noises of her anguish at least muffled by her arms. There was certainly no way the crying could have been prevented this time around, this was just too terrifying and painful- her bruised core had already taken a beating without him pounding in and out of it like that!

As his fingers coiled into her silky mane, she realized he was not exactly planning on handling her gently. Why had she thought he would? He'd had her bend over a table- why would he make this easier on her? He would have brought her to a bed if her cared!

Was he still punishing her for the night before, or was 'punishment' completely irrelevant... would he hurt her regardless of whether or not she acted submissive for him?
 
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