Short, but brutal [DOM+TaintedLove]

[DOM]

Don was a fairly athletic guy in his mid twenties, he had short, curly blond hair and usually managed to not just get phone numbers, but working ones as well. He wasn't overly muscular, but the years he had spent at the gym had definately paid off. The problem for him was, he was bored -he was bored. He had a good job, and decent looks so that kept all but the nine and tens open to him; and often even then.

Sometimes they shot him down, though, like this wholesome girl who lived in his building. He had seen her around and he thought he saw something in her eye, but regardless of how he played it, she never seemed to respond. She was always friendly enough, in fact it seemed as though she wouldn't let him lose interest in her. He was frustrated, to say the least. Being chivilorous, being demeaning, he had tried everything but the sympathy card (experience told him that using that last never worked) and still nothing.

Strangely, he began to unconciously start to date women who looked like her. He was unaware of what he was doing, and wondered at her smirks. The sight of her smirking face made every sexual encouter he had with women into a grudge fuck -he would see her face superimposed on theirs.

It was the weekend, and normally the laundry room was empty so he decided to use the chance to get things done before he went clubbing that night. He had a large, heavy laundry bag and a bottle of detergent with him as he walked into the small, cramped 8 machine (4 washers, 4 driers, one sink) room...

 

[TaintedLove]

(( Question, why short? o= ))

Gemma der Wolf was a University student, at twenty three years being months away from the completion of her Psychology Master's degree. She lived in the building over almost a year already, finally on her own. Life granted her with just about everything: wealthy parents, brains and the good looks that usually scored her that nine or ten among most men.

She was rather short yet very slight. At five feet and three inches tall she looked somewhat like a miniature version of a doll. Her silhouette was oddly similar to the Coke bottle made of glass - fairly wide hips, slender legs, round firm read, a flat stomach that held light traces of exercice, a bee's waistline and a pair of ample breasts that edge a D cup. Her skin was of a porcelain ivory, smooth and flawless, almost as soft as a child's. Her face was carefully sculpted, every feature delicate and feminine. Her lips were very full and light pink, seductive in their seeming innocence and occasional taunting grins. Her eyes were large pools of aquamarine, a permanent source of passion and certain smugness. Everything was topped with voluminous waves of hair that dropped down to her mid-back in rich chestnut strands, occasional bangs landing into her eyes.

That night she was going out to a party, her hair and makeup already done. She always did her hair and makeup in advance - they didn't take long to do, but they were a welcome break for studying. However, running through her clothes, she realized that the dress she was going to wear had a stain on it. ''Shit,'' she mumbled softly, her voice low and melodious, holding light husky notes to it. Quickly picking up the dress, she left the apartment to go down to the laundry one.

It always freaked her out - the darkness, the emptiness. One could scream and nobody would hear. She let out a soft sigh, stepping into the elevator. She leaned back against the wall, studying her reflection in the mirror on the side. She was dresses rather skimpily - usually she bothered to change her clothes yet now she wore her pajamas. A pair of UGGS with knee length socks underneath, tight navy shorts that barely covered more than panties would have and a tight white tank top with a deep U cut that showed off a part of her tattoo - a trail of butterflies wrapped her shoulder and slid down along her side to end right under the waistband of her shorts.

Leaving the elevator as it stopped, she walked up to the room, trying to relax. Entering it, she jumped at the sight of someone else. However, she quickly relaxed. It was merely Don. Truth to be told, she rather liked him yet it was only that much more fun to tease him. His girlfriends that looked like her, the way he reacted...for some reason, she loved taunting him. ''Hey there,'' she mused, her low voice growing rather seductive. Walking up to one of the machines, she tossed the dress into it, adding the small cup of white powder she brough with herself before starting the machine off.

 

[DOM]

"Hey..." Don responded as he watched as Gemma walked past him and opened the washer. He held the heavy bag in his arm as Gemma walked past him and he licked his lips. He heard the taunt in her voice, and he wondered if she had any idea at all just how isolated they were down here.

As she turned to put her clothes in the washer, he was mesmerized watching her move, she seemed completely oblivious to him -and completely vulnerable. He saw that vulnerability and in his minds' eye he saw himself tearing down those blue shorts and ... He closed the door and then turned to her, then he gripped his laundry bag and swung it back behind him, and then swung it forward, driving the heavy dufflebag into her knees, slamming them into the washer. He watched her fall as he pulled the dufflebag away and threw it against the door.

He quickly jumped on top of her and rolled her over onto her stomach and then laid across her, reaching down for her shorts. "I've tried to be nice, but if you won't give up that ass of yours -I'm going to have to take it!" he snarled.

 

[TaintedLove]

Gemma, pressing the last button of the washing machine suddenly felt a sharp pain behind her knees as she was propulsed against the metal before falling down to the floor. ''Shit,'' she winced, too shocked to understand what was truly going on. She was used to Don flirting with her, yet she had always thought of it as something inoffensive, that she had no need of fearing. This man was someone else.

About to stand up, she was forced to roll over, her neighbor preventing her from making the slightest move. Her eyes even wider than they usually were as her bare shoulderblades touched the cold floor, her shorts getting pulled down. She watched him, her gaze digging into his one. Somehow she thought that if she asked him he would stop everything, that perhaps it was some kind of a joke. Inwardly, she begged for somebody to come downstairs, yet she knew for a fact that nobody did their laundry on a saturday night in that house. ''I will, I will,'' she murmured frantically, although she did not want that in the slightest. However, if obeying meant he wouldn't hurt her, she decided that she would rather simply have it his way. ''You never really asked,'' she stated, her hands sliding up to the man's shoulders, resting on them.

''Please, just not like that,'' she whispered, her voice trembling at that point.

 

[DOM]

(I have her on her stomach, you wrote her on her back -I'm going to continue with her on her stomach since it works better for me <3)

Don blinked at her response -hadn't he asked? He chuckled -mostly to himself- as he remembered the times he had asked her what she had planned. And always -always- she had made a point of telling him how she was oh-so busy. "You've always been on step ahead" As he talked he had pushed her shorts down her smooth thighs. He brought his hand up her thighs and caressed her ass, shifting his weight so that he could slide his hand between the two of them.

He stood up and looked down at her, a sadistic smirk on his face. He had wanted her so badly, for so long, that it was hard to resist simply forcing himself inside of her. But he resisted, instead he unfastened his belt, watching as her eyes fell to his hands.
While he wanted to screw her -while he intended to screw her- he also had to hurt her, too.

He slowly pulled the belt loose and then let it dangle by his side. "It's going to be like how I want it, cunt..." he shuddered as the words left his lips. He let the belt sway for a few seconds, almost a minute..watching her look at it mesmerized. Then he brought his foot back and drove it into her side, kicking her below the ribs, into her stomach.

 

[TortoiseShell]

The girl sat up when he let go of her and stood up, watching him with a frightened expression. She wouldn’t have been against having sex with him, only not that way. His sadistic smirk was horrifying; it wasn’t the expression of a normal guy, that much she could tell despite the relative darkness of the room. She watched him undo his belt, her eyes growing as she watched him play with the belt. He wasn’t going to hurt her, was he?

Suddenly, she felt his foot kick against her stomach, causing her breath to catch, a scream escaping her lips. She could feel tears form in the corners of her eyes as she let out a low sob. “Fuck, Don,” she mumbled, her hand sliding to her side, her eyes moving up to his face. “What do you intend to do after this? You’ll screw me; beat me up, and then what?” She attempted to reason with him, crawling back toward the door.

 

[DOM]

He watched as she began to crawl towards the door and then he lashed out with his belt, striking the door with the buckle. The buckle was thick, solid metal, and it left a mark where he hit the door in front of her. "Afterwards? I know where you live, and I think I'd like to fuck you again and again and again." He brought his foot up and swept it under her arm, tripping her, forcing her to fall back to the floor.

He threw the belt away towards the other side of the laundromat and climbed back on top of her, pinning her down again. He forced his hand down to his pants and began to undo his pants. He brushed the side of her face with his, running his lips lightly over her cheek as he unfastened his pants. "Right now, all I care about is having you, fucking you so hard you'll need stitches.."

 

[TortoiseShell]

The girl’s eyes filled with tears at his words, a yelp escaping her lips when he struck the door with the buckle. “I’m sorry, please, just give me another chance,” she stuttered as he pinned her down again. She was too terrified to even consider fighting – she was tiny, and she didn’t want to end up with broken bones after the encounter. Instead, she complied with him, figuring that it would change something somehow.

She tried not to cringe when he brushed his lips along her cheek, uttering those awful words. “No, no, please don’t,” she gasped, tears running down the girl’s face. “I’ll do whatever you want, just stop hurting me,” she mumbled through soft sobs.

 

[DOM]

"Ok, little girl..." he cooed, feeling her cringe beneath him. He brought his hand up to her shoulders and ran his palm over her soft skin. "I won't ask you for that much..just give me your hand..." he reached over with his other hand and took hers in his and then set it onto the front of his pants and pressed her palm flat over the bulge there.

"I'll stop hurting you, and in exchange I want you to make me feel nice. Isn't that fair, girl?" he said, an edge entering his voice that implied he would grow violent with any disagreement.

 

[TortoiseShell]

The man’s touch would have been pleasant in any other situation, yet by that point she was too frightened and repulsed by him to even bother looking for pleasure in the situation. Whoever said all women want to be raped was a fool, she told herself, arching her eyebrows at his words. Your hand? She nodded quickly, her hand obediently resting on his crotch, nothing but the fabric of his boxers separating her from him.

“Y-yes, of course,” she nodded, the pair of terrified large eyes moving down his body before returning back up. She pressed her palm against the warmth that was his body, slowly rubbing the bulge. “What do you want me to do?” She murmured, worried that she would do something wrong.

 

[DOM]

"I put your hand on my dick because I want you to give me a shoulder rub what do you think I want you to fucking do, you stupid cunt??" he said caustically mocking her. He turned his head and bit her ear with a light, sharp bite intended more to scare her than to hurt her. "Fuck...good thing I didn't pick anything more challenging, isn't it?" He took an exaggeratedly patient tone with her, positioning himself so that he was sitting on the ground beside her.

"Here...move over here so I can look at your face..." Don pointed to a spot between his now-spread legs. "Lay there and undo my pants. after you undo my pants I want you to pull out my cock and stroke it up and down, don't hold it too tight or too loose...I'll let you know how you do."

He reached his hand over and roughly brushed back her hair from her face and half smiled, half smirked at her. "I want you to do that until I cum on your face. Think you can do that, babygirl?" he asked with mock tenderness as he stroked her hair.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree inhaled slowly, trying to calm down. If she hadn't been so terrified she would have been beyond frustrated. Who the hell did he even think he was? She studied him in silence,moving where he wanted her to. "I think I know how to give a handjob," she mumbled, letting out a low sigh. The terror was slowly fading away as she realized that he probably wouldn't kill her.

"Mhm," she nodded, her hand starting to rub against the outline of his cock through the pants until she undid them, slowly freeing his hard length. How in the world anyone could get hard from doing such awful things was beyond her, yet she wasn't going to complain then.

She wrapped her fingers around him, her thumb stroking his head teasingly before she began to move her hand up and down, making sure that her grip was firm yet not tight. Her hand was surprisingly soft, as that of a baby, warm and pleasant against his member.

 

[DOM]

He shuddered as her soft, warm hand expertly caressed his shaft, gasping softly at her touch. "That's it" he said, stroking her hair softly with one hand "you know your way around a dick, don't you?" he said with a smirk on his face. "Tell me how you got so good at this?" his touch grew more firm across her scalp as he stroked her hair "did you give a lot of handjobs in highschool? To keep them boys out of your little cunny?" He shuddered, putting his hand on hers "Don't stop until I tell you to stop, bitch." he said, his voice soft but firm.

"Maybe it was your teachers..? Hmm?" He looked quizzically into her eyes "maybe you had a crush on one, a cute little school girl crush, and he taught you how to take dick...was that it?"

(in one post you have her named Gemma, the last one you called her Desiree --which do you want to go with?)

 

[TortoiseShell]

(Omg! I forgot. XD I'll stick with Desiree, I suppose)

Desiree's chest rose and fell in uneven motions, the fear and an odd, twisted excitment combining together. She never stopped, yet she did shut her eyes to avoid the humiliation of his words. They were enough to bring tears to her eyes, her cheeks growing bright red. She shook her head at his first question yet hesitated toward the second. She opened her eyes to catch sight of the quizzical look. For some reason, he then became the first person she ever told about what's happened. "He t-t-told me he really loved me," she mumbled, almost as though he deserved an explanation.

Her hand meanwhile accelerated, tugging on him softly with each thrust. Her free hand moved down toward his testicles, rubbing them in her palm. She figured that the more she pleased him, the faster it would all finish. "That he'd help me get to college," she looked back up at him, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. "I-I didn't know he was married," she whispered, his words steadily breaking her down.

 

[DOM]

His cock swoll, not just from her words, but from the way her face looked as if each word was torn directly from her soul. He set his hand on hers and guided her, slowing her pace. "Gentle there, girl...let me guess." he paused as if thinking and then grinned "You went to him to confess your love, and when you didn't want to have sex he threatened you, didn't he? Maybe he told you he'd fail you? Or give you a bad reference?" Don shuddered, he had wanted to know that something bad had happened to her -and this was almost perfect. "Before you get me off...I want you to tell me what was the nastiest he made you feel? What did he do to you that made you cry in front of him?" He ran his fingers through her hair, gripping her hair and then releasing it as she brought him closer to climax...

 

[TortoiseShell]

The girl slowed down obediently, her thumb teasing his balls lightly. She shook her head at his questions. "No, he called me to his office," she whispered, her voice shaking. "And he told me that he wanted me, that he would fail me if I wasn't with him, that he was only doing it because he loved me," she uttered, the memories painful despite the fact that five years have gone by since then. "I-I thought he meant it, he didn't have a ring on or anything," she winced, giving him a light squeeze. "T-then, one day, I went to his office, when I found out that he was married," she mumbled, reliving the memories, "and he was with another girl," she finished, her voice a quiet hiss. "I never cried in front of him," she shook her head, lifting one of her hands briefly to wipe off the tears.

 

[DOM]

"And that's when you found out you were just another piece of ass. A disposable piece of ass -didn't you?" He shuddered as she wiped a tear from her eye, he couldn't hold himself back. He moved her hand quicker up and down his cock and then aimed it so that he climaxed -spraying her face with his cum while he growled and shuddered -his head thrashing with the force of the orgasm. He could barely see her reaction, or hear her words as the orgasm overwhelmed his sense.

As his vision cleared he looked down at her face, covered in his cum, a little in her hair. Strangely enough, he was stroking her head softly, almost comfortingly. He pulled his hand away from her and cleared his throat. "Good enough for now.."he said, brushing her hand away and putting his cock back into his pants. "I'm in apartment 344 -make a copy of your apartment key and put it in an envelope, write your apartment number on it and then slide it under my door." He locked eyes with her "or I'll hurt you -and you know I love hurting you."

He stood up and grabbed his duffle back, walking towards the washer "you can go now..." he said dismissively.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree didn't respond, accelerating her hand's movements along his length. She shut her eyes when he came upon her face, causing her to shudder in disgust. His hand on her hair, strangely gentle, confused the poor girl. She stood up slowly, her legs shaking. She wiped her face and her hair, moving toward her washer. She grabbed the dress from it and nodded to him emptily before leaving in silence.

By the time she reached her apartment, the only thing she could do was get into the bath, sobbing there for what felt like hours. Her side hurt, an ugly bruise spreading along her skin. The most horrifying through, however, was that he would be back, to hurt her even more than he already had. And there was nothing she could do about it. Certainly, there was the bruise, but what would the police do about it? She had no proof. Then, even if he did rape her, he would at most get locked up for a few years. Knowing him, he would not hesitate to kill her afterward.

And so, the next afternoon, wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, making sure to cover every bit of her skin she could, she made her way to his apartment. She shut her eyes, sliding the dreaded envelope with the number '405' on it under his door. At that, she walked away, returning home, which could no longer call that, since the warmth and sense of security have faded away completely.

 

[DOM]

Don really had no plans for her -rather, he had no specific plans. He had acted aloof as he had loaded the washer and watched her from the corner of his eye, but in reality his heart had been racing. What if she went to the cops? What if she reported him? He had cum on her, and between that and the bruise that would be enough for a conviction. He realized that on an instinctive level he'd known that if she left the key for him -she would never report him, and would always be his.

The next day he had hoped to get out of work early, but working as a paralegal he had no set hours, and the firm had decided to keep him until 7pm that night. It was 9 pm before he got home, mentally and physically drained. He had almost forgotten about her -and completely forgotten about the key. But as he hung his jacket up he saw the envelope on the ground. At first he was puzzled, but eventually realization forced itself through his foggy brain and he remembered what he had told her.

But not tonight. No -he was in no shape tonight. Instead he took a long, relaxing bath, daydreaming about how she must be tossing and turning, jumping at every footstep that came down the hallway. He masturbated thinking about the terror she must be feeling, the dread and shame -though he kept himself from climaxing.

He would be using her for that.

The following night he also worked late, but had prepared himself by drinking coffee most of the afternoon. He would use one of his sick days the following day, but for now he stayed up, listening to music and sipping wine. He watched the clock and when it was 3:15am he took her key in his hand and, dressing in only jeans, a tee shirt and a light jacket, made his way to her apartment, hoping to find her asleep...

He wanted to wake her his own special way.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree considered leaving town, escaping as far from him as possible. However, she was too terrified. She had nowhere to go. Her parents died when she was in college and she was left with their money yet no family to speak of. The girl was completely alone, aside from a few close friends. No, she didn't want them to get involved. She was so terrified of Don that she was convinced that he would find her and kill her, just to make her suffer.

She had no idea why he loathed her with such passion, yet the fact remained that he did and she could do nothing about it. Every night, she went to sleep with the fear that she would never wake up again. That night was no exception. She wasn't going to change her habits for him, so she wore her usual night clothes - her pajama looked like a dress shirt although it reached down the middle of her thigh, a pair of white panties underneath. She crawled under the covers, curling like a kitten.

Her parents' picture stood next to the table, a black ribbon on it. "Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry," she whispered weakly, kissing the picture before setting it aside. Her sleep was quite a heart warming sight. The strong facade faded away, only to leave the weak, vulnerable and lonely creature behind. By the time Don came in, she was sleeping like a child.

 

[DOM]

Don quietly opened the door to her apartment and looked around as he softly closed the door. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness and then slowly, carefully made his way to what he guessed was her bedroom. He stood in the doorway and looked around until he saw her on her bed. At the doorway he slid off his shoes and carefully pulled out his belt. He tip-toed to the side of her bed and looked down at her.

She was angelic, innocent and peaceful...he had conflicting urges, he wanted to smack her awake, he wanted to sensually wake her up with kisses on her cheeks. He decided on a third way, however. He unravelled his belt and let the end dangle from his hand. He lifted it up and traced the soft leather over her cheek as she slept, holding the end with the buckle in his hand.

"Time to wake up, you little whore" he said in a deceptively soft voice. "Your master's come to fuck his little bitch..."

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree let out a low tired groan as something grazed her cheek, leaning up against it. The soft male voice tore her out of her dreams without startling her. She slowly stretched out, one hand coming up to her face, brushing away the messy strands of hair. The pair of bright eyes slowly opened, taking a few moments to adjust to the room. It was three AM. At first, she thought that she hallucinated the touch on her cheek yet her gaze suddenly landed upon the man beside her.

He was going to fuck her this time, that much she was almost certain of. Perhaps she would be lucky enough to fall asleep. She wasn't as terrified any longer, having been able to come to terms with her fate, no matter how awful it was. She sat up slowly, studying the man in silence. His last sentence was the only one she heard - 'your master'. He was so sick to call himself that, yet she was too tired to care, figuring that it would be easier to let him do her since he would leave afterward.

"Good evening to you too," she mumbled, lifting her eyes to meet his. She simply sat and stared, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted from her.

 

[DOM]

He let the belt drop by his side and leaned forward. Looking her in the eye he gave her a light slap on the face, barely enough to sting -but more than enough to humiliate. "Don't be flip with me, you cunt." he said quietly, but firmly. He stood back up and began to unfasten his pants "Sit up straight" he ordered as he unzipped his pants. As he unfastened his pants and pushed them down he looked thoughtfully at her top. "Unbutton that, I want to see those tits of yours." he ordered, lightly brushing his fingers over the front of her pajama top.

In the cold light of the night she looked cool, impassive -this infuriated him, he wanted to break her down, he wanted to see her cry. But another part of him noticed how the light made her look unreal, like a doll almost and he shuddered, biting his lip with anticipation. He ran his thumb through the hem of his underwear and pushed them down, his hard cock sprining to life as he looked at her.

"You're my pet, you're going to need to understand that" he said matter-of-factly. "No matter where you are, not matter what you are doing, you are mine to use as I see fit. I don't think you really appreciate the fact I mean that -but you will...even if it takes a few sessions for that to sink in to you..."

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree remained silent, impassive still. She didn't care what he did to her, she just wanted to go back to sleep. The humiliation would likely hit her later on, yet she vowed to herself not to give him the pleasure of seeing her cry. She likely couldn't keep that promise, he was good at breaking her down. Her hands moved up to her chest, working on the buttons. "You're sick," she pointed out quietly, undoing the buttons all the way. She pushed her pajama off, remaining in nothing but her panties, although the cover did cover up most of her, only uncovering a small portion of her stomach and her breasts. "Why do you do this, why do you have to humiliate me, hurt me, bring me down?" She questioned, studying his cock as she spoke.

It was almost in her face, and had it been under different circumstances, she would have instantly took him in her mouth. Instead, she simply sat and stared, preferring to look at his body rather than his face. "What do you want from me tonight?" She questioned, briefly looking up at him as he finished speaking. He talked too much, she decided.

As he did speak, she tried to figure out a way to ignore the content of his words. She pretended that he was talking to someone else, that he was quoting a movie, anything to ignore the extent to which he kept on offending her. "Do you hate me?" She suddenly wondered, her gaze digging into his one.

 

[DOM]

He watched her attention drift off and as she looked up at him he brought his hand back and slapped it across her face. "Wake up!" he snarled as he brought his tingling hand back to his side. "Ignore me, and I will hurt you. Do you understand me?" He brought his hand back up over his shoulder and looked down at her questioningly.

This was going to be harder than he expected. He should have realised that, of course, but he liked the idea that she had a spirit to break. And that is what he decided to do, he would break her, then he would own her. He looked at it similiarly to the idea of training a puppy or a horse. You hurt it -then you love it once it's obedient.