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Runaway Girl

"You only put it back because i caught you wearing it" he answered her first statement "If i hadn't come out when i did you would have been gone and my sweater gone with you. He held her gaze as she stared into his eyes "And as for me attacking you, I was only trying to stop you from escaping. If you didn't run none of this would have happened".

He reached down and adjusted the bulge in the crotch of his jeans "You say that kicking me was an accident, Perhaps you can think of someway to show how sorry you are".
 
She notices when he adjusts himself, and she blinks, quickly looking away from his bulge.

"Umm I can pay you? I have 25 dollars left." She says softly, trying to avoid anything sexual or demeaning since she had bad experiences with that kindof stuff from her father.
 
Marcus took a step towards her and smiled "I don't want your money" He chuckled as he reached out and played with the hem of her sweater slowly teaseing it up "I think you know what i do want, Maybe if your really, Really nice to me i could even give you a few bucks to add to that 25 you already have".
 
She trembles as he starts pulling her too tight V neck up. "I don't want your money and I don't want to be really really nice to you, or nice at all Sir. Just hit me some more or something and let me go, you have no right to keep me here. She glares at him, reaching one hand back and pulling the hair tie out of her braid, letting her hair come loose and hang around her face and down her back.
 
Marcus listened to her reply and nodded as he watched her release her hair. "Well if that's how you want to play it" he said as he pulled his hand away from her sweater letting it fall back into place. He played with the belt in his hand for a moment before turning his attention back to her "Ok turn around lets see if there is anywhere on that ass that isn't already red" He spun her around and ran a hand over her butt "Keep your hands behind your back" he reminded her.

He took his time examining her ass, crudely squeezing and pawing at the tortured flesh. "Well bend over the table again" he finally said giving her a push towards it. "But this time keep your hands behind your back".
 
Placing her hands back behind her back she whimpers and yelps at every touch to her ass. Gritting her teeth she bends back over the table, locking her hands behind her back, scared again now, she lets her face rest on the table, her red hair laying around on her back, kindof curled up from being in a braid. She braces herself gritting her teeth. Speaking through her teeth she says "Fine they are behind my back, but that just means I'm going to scream."
 
He watched her as she complied with his instruction and smiled as he stepped up behind her. "That's all right i like to hear you scream". He stepped closer pressing his crotch against her ass as he quickly looped the belt around her wrists and pulled it tight. Wrapping it around twice more he worked it into a rough knot binding her arms together.

He leaned over her back and whispered into her ear "Since you don't want to play nice and give me what i want, I'm just going to have to take it".
 
She starts thrashing, kicking him hard, and screaming. "You have no right to do this! Let me go! NOW!." she struggles, kicking over and over again harder and harder
 
Marcus grunted as she kicked him, Even with her hands bound behind her back she was proving to be a handful. He reached for her hair and wrenched her head back "Quit it" he growled as she kicked him again and again. He raised one foot and stamped down on the crotch of her panties, pushing both them and her jeans down around her ankles as he stood on the garments, effectively pinning her feet to the floor.

He pulled her hair once more, shaking her head back and forth. He could swear he felt a few strands tear free from her scalp. With a final shake he pushed her head back down to the table as he moved his hands to the waistband of his jeans and popped the button loose. Pushing his jeans and shorts down around his thighs he leaned forward letting his hard shaft press against her exposed ass.
 
She groans, trying to kick more but her feet are stuck inside her jeans.

Tears come to her eyes as he savagely holds her hair, shaking her head around as if she were a ragdoll.

She whimpers when his length presses against her ass. "Please not the ass..." She begs him softly, tears in her eyes still, feeling as fi there is no way out of this now.
 
Marcus continued to grind himself against her, feeling his length sink into the crack of her ass, he humped against her, using his hands to squeeze her butt cheeks around his shaft as he rocked backwards and forwards. He chuckled at her as she pleaded with him.

"What you don't like it in the ass" He teased her, He could feel her puckered rosebud rubbing against the underside of his shaft as he humped his cock between her cheeks. "Ask me real nice, Beg me to fuck your pussy and maybe I'll leave your ass alone".
 
A tear runs down her cheek, and she lets her fingers dig into her other hand hard.

"Please, Ohh Sir will you please please fuck my pussy hard?" She asks begging him, not wanting it in the ass.
 
He smiled at her "Your wish is my command" he laughed as he eased back a step and pulled his prick from between her ass cheeks. Bending his knees slightly he grasped the base of his cock and guided the swollen head between her thighs.

He pushed forward, groan escaping his lips as he felt the head of his shaft part her outer lips. The tip of his cock brushed against her entrance and he paused for a second as he shifted both hand to her hips, gripping her tightly as he surged forward, stabbing deep into her embrace with a single thrust.
 
She gasps as he enters her tight pussy, it was still tight, so tight even after being ravaged by her drunken father.

She groans, the first few minutes being pain, clutching her own hands painfully.
 
Marcus moaned as he entered her, god she was tight. It felt like the walls of her passage were closing in around him trying to crush his invading shaft.

He pulled back barely keeping the head of his shaft inside her before thrusting forward again sinking a little deeper. He began fucking her, slamming into her crushing embrace at a furious pace. The table beneath her scraped across the floor with every savage thrust.
 
She moans, almost screaming each time he thrusts into her, it feels like she is splitting in half all over again.

She starts moaning more a few minutes later when it is starting to feel good. She had never felt this feeling before, and as the table keeps creaking she can't stop moaning and shrieking.

(I'm a screamer, haha sorry)
 
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