Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

[Valkyrja]

Footsteps gently caressed the cool cement path leading up to the large cape-style home adorned with flowers, a perfectly manicured green lawn and a bright red door that highlighted the grey, nearly blue, siding along the outside walls of the house. “Finally,” a delicate voice breathed out through pink lips as the girl looked up at the home that promised her comfort and warmth. Pulling her oversized bag further up her shoulder, Aimee Jade took the first of three stone steps up to the front door before pulling out a keychain embellished with a number of keys ranging from her car fob, an ornamental dog charm, a “lucky” drum key, and two silver contrasting keys. At first, the thumb of her left hand rubbed gently on the car fob as she looked back at the grey Dodge Challenger enhancing the driveway to the house. A smile grazed her lips as pride seeped through her body. That car, the one she spent years saving up for, and the medium-sized bag over her shoulder were the last two objects remaining from the past eight years she had spent three states away. Aimee had moved into her previous boyfriend’s apartment no more than hours after she graduated from her out-of-state college; she thought she knew what she was doing, that she had life figured out, but everything unraveled after one drunken night. Just thinking about that night made Aimee feel sick, although everything had happened so fast that things spiraled out of control less than seventy-two hours ago.

Unlocking the front door, Aimee stepped in to the familiar house, memories of her childhood sweeping back to her as the scent of the old house overcame her. Closing the door behind her, Aimee dropped her bag and leaned her back against the closed front door before closing her eyes, fighting tears that were threatening to fight her. Within the past three days Aimee had managed to get fired from her job, lose her boyfriend of five years and break ties with two of her closest friends. To say she was an emotional wreck was an understatement. Without really thinking, Aimee had begged her father to let her move back home “just until I get back on my feet.” He reluctantly agreed, both excited for his daughter to come home and annoyed at the extra responsibility. Her timing couldn’t have been any worse, either. Aimee’s father had a high-powered job and was away on business for weeks at a time. He was currently in Singapore working on a large proposal and wouldn’t be back in the states for another week and a half.

“By the time you get home, daddy, I’ll have somewhere to live and a job. Promise!”



Fast forward two days



Aimee had settled in at her childhood home but was working her butt off trying to get her life back in order. After a long day of silence and solitude, Aimee decided it was time to start working on the promise she had made to her father. A college degree in music wasn’t going to help her get a job in the short-term so on this beautiful Friday morning Aimee went off to hand her resume out to a number of local stores. She’d focus on something more long-term once she was back on her feet.

The 5’3” girl smiled back at herself in the mirror, her bright blue eyes glancing down her pale and slightly freckled body. A red strapless dress complemented her short form, holding tight around her large chest and making a gentle A-line towards her shaven knees. Her dark crimson hair which normally rested against her mid-back was pulled up in a professional-style ponytail while her normally messy bangs had been neatly pushed to the side,caressing her cheeks. At 125lbs, Aimee’s voluptuous body curved in all of the right places. One more stroke of mascara and she was nearly done. Walking to the bed, Aimee picked up a black cascading cardigan to cover up her shoulders before making a bee-line towards the front door and, ultimately, her Coupe.

Four and a half hours later, an exhausted Aimee was sitting at her favorite local coffee shop, sipping an iced coffee and reading the daily news on her phone. The seemingly long morning kept her mind off of things and she was determined to continue to do so. Scrolling through her phone, Aimee's attention was solely on the small device In her hand, which is why she didn't even notice him walk in.

 

[Nighthaven]

RE: Downfall [Caliban & Nighthavenn]

" Isn't that.. " a woman would usher behind closed curtains, leaning against the wall besides her living rooms window where she could catch a brief glimpse of the young woman that had just arrived at her neighbours home, believing to see a resemblance of the neighbours daughter in her.
Yet, before she could determine her guesses merit, she'd be painfully grabbed by the hair to be thrown unkindly onto the floor, lead along by those equally unkind words snarling " Ass up Whore ! " at her.

Misses Summers, a dark skinned woman of 48, had come upon quite a few hard times. Not only did she loose her husband through her own naivety, but also had now to carry the burden of a large debt that he left behind for her.
It was as though life was playing a cruel joke on her, with her own daughter speaking claims of how her father, Mrs Summers husband, had raped her.
Only to find out that her girl had been doing drugs and prematurely flagged her father as the miscreant after he found out and threatened to tell her Mother and the Cops about it.
But by the time she realised the truth, her husband had hung himself in jail after the media circus grew to such extremes that he could no longer bear with the shame and the humiliation received through it.

The crown jewel though was that, still, she believed she could save her daughter from the path she had taken, only to fall again for it when her daughter had again claimed rape, and only because she was so badly beaten when she came home that night.
Such a fool was she to try and protect her girl when she tried to drag the cult-print into court, only to have her daughter admit that it was all just a sham to try and get money for more drugs.

And now, thrown into a steep debt through her late husbands ruined business, and her daughter having run off to god knows where, she was doing her part to keep the final settlement out of court for the second accused man, yelping in pain as he so unkindly slammed himself into her exposed womanhood to unkindly enjoy her.

" Come on, clench it you fucking whore ! " the young man, Stan Hickens, snarled behind her, reminding Mrs Summers shamefully of how deep she had fallen, such a proud woman she had been, and still tries to pretend being, but after her daughter blamed Stan for raping her, and those claims falling apart in court through her daughter sudden submission to having lied, she now took part in a cruel trial of patience.

Having agreed to service the son of Wealthy John Hickens, after pleading Stan not to worsen her debts through retaliation in court. She was shocked when the young man suggested it in absence of his father, and while she would never had thought she'd subject herself to such shame, she now was there, enduring how he was hurting her, kicking her, and generally treating her a dirty whore for his own pleasure, for the faint hope that she could survive this long enough till the agreed upon two years time had passed.

---- Two days later ----

" Fuck ! " Stan grunted, recovering from the near crash he just caused, just barely to have hit the breaks not to crash his overpriced Maserati into that damn camping trailer. Sure, he was speeding, racing to cross a red light before the cars left and right would be moving, but he obviously had misjudged his ability as driver, and yet, he had a fools luck not to have caused more then a shock to the other driver.

" You Fucking ass-hole ! Step out of the car this Instant ! " Stan would shout out as he himself left the drivers seat of his black car, displaying a well trained body of near 6'2" in hight. Broad shoulders and a decent amount of muscles, coupled with an, in anger, contorted red face, did intimidate the young Family father, into rather hitting the gas pedal to get his wife and two kids away rather then to face that obviously unfriendly young man whom seemed rather eager to let hell loose on him.

" Yeah, you better run, Fucking Pussy ! " Stan snarled after the other driver, just to flick of his mid finger at an old woman whom looked in disbelieve at the whole scene, alongside a rather unfriendly, " Piss off Hag ! " exclaimed towards the elderly woman.
After that, Stan would run his right hand through his dark brown hair in an attempt to cool off his temper, just before he'd return into his car, once more to flick off some random driver that was honking due to Stan blocking the road.

Finally steering his car back onto the road to head for the Video and game rental to pick up a few new Porn flicks, and maybe some different games. Although, thinking about it now, he could just head over and pay Mrs Summers another visit.

That Particular thought cast a grin across his face though, he found it so fucking hilarious how, after breaking in her daughter, it was now the Mother that was his bitch, albeit, the only reason he still bothered to fuck her was because he hoped that daughter of hers would return, and damn, did he crave to make her Mother watch him fuck her up. God, that be so hot, fuck that young woman up, and then have her Mother clean the mess up, after all, not like anyone is going to be the wiser after Samantha, Mrs Summers daughter, let herself be intimidated into withdrawing her claims of rape.

In all honesty though, Stan was growing somewhat bored with the wait, and while Mr's Summers was a decent pleasure relieve now and then, he quickly grew bored of that loose cunt following every fucking order, and agreeing to every fucking humiliation he put down on her. She even went there and Thanked him for every damn time he beat her ass raw for failing at whatever his sick mind came up with, so that Stan wondered what the hell was up with that woman. Sure, that's where he wanted her, but where was the fun when he can't break her to get there.

His mind was able still though to find some twisted way of trying to humiliate her, pondering to get a few permanent markers, then draw a few nice words on those large breasts of hers, only to fuck her against the window, where everyone could see, and read, what a fucking whore she was. That might break her into a struggle, after all, she was still insisting to keep their little arrangement a secret.

--- Half an hour later ---

Finally, Stan had all he needed as he left the Rental shop, two new porn flicks that promised some entertainment, and even some new shooter game for his console, hobbies that one might thing should slowly brush off on him given that, at 27 years of age, he should least try stepping in his fathers shoe's, or least have some sort of job. Yet, Stan held no interest in such things, and in fact, had failed all attempts offered by his father to enter law and business school. And not only because of his lacking respect for women.

No, Stan held no interest to work, his Dad was Rich, and Stan was smart enough to know he could still use a proxy to lead his fathers company, so he could go on just reaping the benefits. All he just needed was to enjoy his life, and for that, he just needed expensive cars, booze, and bitches, or so he would express it anyway.

And, speaking of the latter, planting his eyes over onto the coffee shop, opposite of the Rental store, Stan spotted a young woman he believes not to have met before, and, as his current mood stood, he could do with something young and fresh, especially with only Mrs, Summers ass with the only alternative, given that he had been avoided by much of the small towns female presence due to a few, as he would claim, unfounded rumours of rape and abuse.

Thinking about it, he could least do with a coffee, check this fancy pair of hips out, and maybe lure her in on a ride in his fancy car, after all, Money, what young woman could truly resist the lure of a wealthy man ?
It was a half hearted thought, after all, Stan was still smarter then that, but damn, just thinking about ploughing a young woman again, not a paid whore at that, the idea alone gave him a boner, hard enough to wonder if he should perhaps head over into the city to pick some half drunk girl from the night club, which was in itself a bad idea given that he had gotten a ban on entering most of the clubs he knew.

" Hey there Sugar Tits. " he would muse in greeting towards Aimee, having entered the coffee shop just to get right over to that young woman, unaware that she is the very girl that he been teasing, beating and humiliating ever since grade school. Heck, he even made her show off her cunt back then to the other guys, back when they where to young to really grasp the true meaning in their different equipment.

Now though, under the impression that she was just another pretty girl that he could drag into his bed, he'd plant himself opposite of her table, leaning forward to give her the most charming of smiles he could muster, and that after giving such a blunt greeting that was oozing with lacking respect for her as a woman.

" Got me a New Maserati yesterday and could use me a little trophy doll besides me, you know, just to show off to some buddies. Whataya say, care for a ride ? " he would speak softly, yet the choice of words he used was screaming of his lacking respect for any specimen of the female gender, and although his garments, actually a perfectly fine dark blueish business leggings with a white shits and a fitting dark blue vest loosely worn over his shoulders, his appeal and behaviour had little of that gentlemanly charm that his suit may have offered, in fact, it was spitting out the charm of a dangerous man with a rough taste of character, something some women may enjoy, least, unless they realized just how unkempt his character really was.

" Hey.. " he hissed then, raising his right eyebrow as he reached out to shove his right hand under her chin, trying to raise her gaze to meet that of his hazel brown eyes. " I know you ! " he said then, and that with a growing grin as he realised what girl he was just trying to hit on, that meek little Aimee that had so sweetly taken all the brunt of his abuse and bullying back in school, and heck, if she was going to be anything like he remembered her as, he was going to have some fun breaking those fine hips, and admittedly, she was quite pretty, he didn't recall her ever to have looked so hot, perhaps he should have dragged her home back then and make use of that little bitch before she had the chance to run out of his reach.

 

[Valkyrja]

The hand pulling at her chin caused Aimee Jade to drop her phone on the table in surprise as she jerked her head back, trying to rid the hand from her chin. She had been so consumed with her phone that she didn’t even realize the man had planted himself at the chair adjacent to her and carried on a brief conversation. As soon as she met Stan’s gaze, she recognized him. He tormented her for years, it wasn’t until midway through high school she was able to start ignoring his degradation. In fact, Stan was one of the many reasons she left her hometown.

Memories of their childhood swept back to Aimee. She suddenly remembered all of the verbal and physical assaults. He used to push her around on the playground, steal her lunches, call her names, etc. There was one time he even pulled her pants down and sat on her chest so that she couldn’t move while the other boys in her grade gawked at what was underneath. When her mother died in a car accident in middle school, Stan spread a malicious rumor about how it was her fault, how Aimee had killed her mother. Instead of mourning the loss, Aimee had to defend herself for the following few months as the investigation cleared.

Aimee grabbed Stan’s hand from her chin and pushed it away before standing up and glaring down at him. “I have nothing to say to you,” she hissed, grabbing her purse which had been slung over the back of the chair. Back in high school, she seemed almost impervious to his torment, things had slowly dissipated over the last two years she had been home. Stan hadn’t even entered her mind when she ran home. Now that he was in front of her, though, she wasn’t quite ready to deal with him; or anything for that matter. Her mental and emotional state was a wreck.

She grabbed for her coffee and cell phone, ignoring any attempt he was making to keep her remaining in that coffee shop and walked out. Aimee was rarely this rude to anybody but right now she just couldn’t handle Stan.

She walked towards her Challenger, fishing the keys out of her purse. A shiny new Maserati was sitting next to her car and she couldn’t help but admire the new car for a moment before unlocking her car. She chuckled at the Maserati, although Aimee admired cars she always considered a car of this caliber to be a waste of money. Aimee had worked her ass off to get her muscle car and took a lot of pride in it but couldn’t fathom the idea of how vain someone had to be to own such an expensive car.

“Someone needs to overcompensate,” she mumbled to herself before walking to the driver’s side door of her coupe.

 

[Nighthaven]

RE: Downfall [Caliban & Nighthavenn]

Stan would shudder on the inside the moment she responded, with delight no less. Those words, a little upsetting as they where, did give the young man a rather instant Boner, and all because there was that spunk in her choice of tone that was screaming all over, Fuck Off.

Yes, now there was something he was looking forward to ruin, to make her scream and kick when he tapped that fine ass, to teach that Bitch just where her place was, and listen to her begging and tearful submission she'd give only to escape the pain.
Oh, and there was going to be pain, and that aroused Stan to no end, ruling already that she'd hardly be ready to entertain, and how still he wont bother to hold back. And it was easy for him to hurt such a lovely creature, because she had a cunt between her legs, and that automatically put him, least in his eyes, in the right to sample that cunt, was a woman's duty top take care of a man anyway.

How though ? He could try and use his charm, and he actually could be rather charming if he wanted to, telling her how sorry he was about what he had done in the past, and offer to make it up to her. That may even work, she did look as though she was, in some way, pained with more then just the memory of his presence.

Or, he could head over to Mrs. Summers, not like she would have the back bone to deny him, even if he forced her to bend over way more often then they agreed upon initially. He could just waste his day boning that old whore, and then move over to Amiee's old home, after all, if he recalled right, her father was, again, out of town, so he likely had all night to plough her in her own bed. Then again, he wasn't fool enough to think that it wouldn't leave any traces, and this bitch surely would make a scene.

No, that hard on in his pants wanted her now, and while taking a dangerous gamble there, he guessed that this prime piece of meat would, like most other people, crave life to hard to bother wasting it with any, unnecessary kind noise, or for that matter, to cause a scene.

" Shame, really.. " he mused as she went ahead to leave, looking at her ass when she walked out just to get a general guess what type of pussy she may have, he did, after all, have his favourites, and he just imagined that Aimee might be one of those girls, wide hips, thighs a little further apart, and a smoothly shaved cunt, not that type that already looked like some open dump, but with smooth, tightly sealed lips, and an overall gently curve that just ever so slightly kept her fruit sweetly seated between her thighs, rather then putting it out there like it's screaming *Fuck me! *.
Yeah, he made an inward bet that this probably be one of those, as he called it, little girl pussies, not those ugly camel toes, or those over-fucked whore's where those lips where unable to hide that juicy pink flesh below, and he hated that look even more with a virgin.

" Fuck it. " he grunted to himself as he watched her heading over to what seemed to be her car, and seeing just how nicely she was parking right besides his prime ride, it was the perfect opportunity to, convince her, to come for a ride after all.

Friendly he would nod towards one of the Barista's on his way out, just to keep appearance, and then hurry over towards Aimee whom was just now trying to open the door to the drivers seat. Eager to get to her before she could enter, as that would be to late for him to act without causing a scene. His right hand reaching into his right rear pocket where he hid a sharp long blade that would extend the moment he flipped that small switch on the its silver casing, making it easy to conceal, and then, once reaching Aimee, simply shove that right hand into her top, to press that warm, sharp blade up against her stomach, speaking in the sweetest of tones, " Not a fucking sound Sugar tits, or I'll gut you. " at her.

Now there would be the moment of truth then, with him, outwardly appearing to embrace a lover from behind, whilst boldly shoving his right hand below her top just to feel her warm skin to his touch. Whilst in essence, he was scraping her skin with that blade that purposely nicked her to give but a taste of his intent, all the while outwardly upholding the image that he was just glad to see her again as he even leaned to try and plant a kiss on her neck.

" Now, I'll be putting you in my car, and you give me a fucking blow job, for old times sake, and then your sorry arse can go home, deal ? " he would offer insistingly, assuring she'd be dreadfully aware of the knife and just how close he was to really cut her with it, just so he had one hand to open the co driver side of his Black Maserati, or, as he called it, the black tank, just so he could shove her inside where the remotely controlled mechanism would then assure that she, on her own, would not be able to make her way out again, not before he would be back at her side to assure her coy submission, and surely, with that hard on in his pants likely crazing against her back, it be hard to miss just how happy he was to see her again.

 

[Valkyrja]

The first thing she felt was the cold, sharp point of the knife against her stomach. Aimee’s breath caught in her chest as she sucked her stomach back, away from the knife. As Stan’s warm body encompassed Aimee’s backside, she pulled away slightly only to be nicked by the knife. It was like a paper cut, the small cut barely let any blood pass through her skin, but it felt like a fire had erupted both on her stomach and in her head. The pale color of her small frame went white, the freckles accompanying the bridge of her nose standing out as the color drained from her body. The pain caused her to back up into Stan’s body, pushing against his erection as she cowered back.

The large iced coffee and her keys that she had been holding dropped to the ground, the coffee’s lid falling off and splashing against Aimee’s bare legs and heels. Her eyes scanned the parking lot, hoping that at least one person would be around to see what was going on. A couple was walking by behind them but presumed it was a friendly hug, nothing else. Aimee opened her mouth to scream out but the knife dug deeper against her skin as she breathed in to call out, a bleak reminder that he could cut her open at any second. As his lips brushed against her neck, kissing her tight skin, she pulled her head away. Aimee couldn’t get her mind straight, there had to be a way out of this immediate situation but with the knife against her stomach she wouldn’t be able to pull from his grasp. He seemed stronger, possibly faster, she was certain she could beat him into the coffee store if she was able to get out of his grip.

As Stan explained what was going to happen next, Aimee kept her gaze to the front of her, unable to respond. When they were kids he used to corner her and pull his dick out but he had never made her touch it, much less put it in her mouth. She wasn’t going to change that now, at least not willingly. As the door opened, she felt Stan’s erection rub up against her backside. A weight fell into her stomach, petrified for what could potentially happen next. He couldn’t get her into his car without a scene, could he?

With a gentle shove, Aimee held her ground against Stan, trying to not fall forward as her heels scraped against the parking lot. The next shove was harder and she fell into the car, her ass landing hard into the bucket seat of the Maserati before the door was slammed in her face. Aimee quickly turned in the seat, looking out the back of the car to watch Stan walk around it. Once he was at the bumper on the driver’s side, Aimee figured she’d have enough time to make a run for it out of the car and back to the coffee shop before Stan could catch up to her. One….Two….Three! Aimee pulled at the door handle and pushed the door hard, only to be met with a thump. “Fuck!” She cried out, jiggling the door handle a few more times and shoving at the door. “No, no, no,” Aimee pushed harder against the door, willing it to pop open. Unfortunately for her, Stan prepared for this, or at least a similar situation; the door was locked from the outside.

Her elbow went towards the glass of the window, returning her strength with a resistant thud. Another attack against the window and the glass reacted with a crack, spreading a thin line across the interior of the glass for about three inches. That was when the driver’s side door opened. Aimee Jade turned her body towards Stan, shoving her body up against the passenger side door. Her legs were up against her chest and her heels were digging into the fine leather of the bucket seat, leaving more than a few inches of space between her body and the middle console of the car. The red dress rose up Aimee’s thighs and if Stan was in the right position, he’d be able to see the small space in between her thighs adorned with lacy black cloth that grew smaller as it dug into her buttocks. Not a single spec of hair could be seen through the lace; Aimee kept herself clean shaven everywhere on her body aside from her head.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” Aimee growled towards Stan as he got in the car, trapping her even further into his car. The only way out was to either finish breaking the glass of the door’s window or climb over him and escape out through his door. Both options guaranteed Stan enough time to grab her and pull her back in at this point. Her body was frozen and her eyes remained on his, ready to react with any movement.

If Stan tried to come any closer to her, Aimee was going to try and kick him in the chest with her heel. There was a knife in her purse, albeit a small knife. If he was going to let her settle into the car and react calmly, she was going to discreetly try and pull it from her bag.

 

[Nighthaven]

Stan would hasten his pace when he heard her causing quite some noise within his car, and the cracking sound on the co driver side surely wasn't anything he did desire to hear. Entering the car on the Drivers side, he found himself seriously upset when he then finally caught a glimpse at how she had damaged this incredibly expensive vehicle with, what he saw as, her fucking antics.

" Oh you fucking whore, your going to pay for that.. " he announced in a calm, but seriously angered voice, his eyes seeming to drill holes into her skull as he looked at her. " I was going to let you go after the blow job, but guess, now I'll fuck your sorry cunt too ! " he exclaimed with an increasingly growing anger, although, part of what he said was coldly calculated, even if the part about letting her go after a mere blow job was a blunt lie.

No, that cunt was going to entertain him, but now where he had openly stated this intent, he suspected her to be on high alert for every move, and though his right hand was still holding that dreadful knife of his, serrated on the back, and razor sharp on the front of the blade, he was now reaching for the Maseratis steering wheel.
" Let's go for a ride Sugar Tits. " he exclaimed, trying to start the car, and then go ride ahead to hit the gas pedal, only to immediately hit the breaks with the crude intention to send Aimee flying towards the dashboard, and then, only so his right could reach behind her head and slam her down even harder against it.

It was a crude method, and one leaning in part on his open statement that he was going to fuck her soon, a calculated move to have her head spinning in search for a way out, a moment he used to try and distract her long enough so he could stun her with that head to the dashboard move. And that, if he managed, was where it would become really cruel as he'd throw hear backwards into her seat, merely to open his reach into the glove compartment of his car to pull out small gun, and although merely a gas powered self defence variant, planted right against the skin, it still could do terrible damage, and that was not yet accounting for another person actually realizing it wouldn't be spewing lead at them.

" Your going to be a good little doll now, and shut the fuck up, do you understand ?" he snarled at her then, licking his lips with excitement as it had been a long time that he got to scare a woman out of her wits so she'd submit to his perverse lust for her. And he was even aiming for that reaction as he would try to point the guns Muzzle against Aimee's temple to assure her awareness of increased danger.

In this moment though Stan certainly was glad he had the windows toned, although only working on one side, so that it was harder from the outside to look in, it still was a perfect measure to hide his move to capture this young woman at gunpoint, and as much as he had to still make sure no one could see this act through the wind-shield, which had yet to be replaced with a toned variant after a little incident two weeks ago, he was more interested to see if Aimee, besides obeying, would piss her panties, albeit surely regretting it later, and surely punishing her for it, he couldn't help to enjoy how some bitch like her would humiliate herself so terribly, even if it was out of fear.

 

[Valkyrja]

There was a very brief uncomfortable silence between the two as Aimee locked her gaze in with Stan's. His voice then growled, threatening her with his intentions. Aimee was breathing heavily, her chest heaving beneath her red dress as she folded her body further into itself. Her expression was wild, terror clearly defined in her eyes as Stan started up the car. As his hand moved, she cowered back before her body was thrown forward. Aimee screamed out before growing silent, her head bouncing off of the Maserati's dashboard. Her hands rose in an effort to protect herself, her palms pressing against the cool dashboard as Stan's hands coiled around her long red hair bouncing her head back against the dashboard a second time.

There was a brief moment that Aimee blacked out, the world growing dark as her ears seemed to produce some sort of static. Her body went slack, sliding forward in the seat and almost onto the floor before Stan managed to pull her back into her seat and throw her head against the headrest. Aimee's eyes had narrowed and her expression showed the pain throbbing against her forehead. There was a red line that seemed to glow just beneath her bangs; her skin hadn't been punctured but there was a nasty bruise quickly forming against her pale skin. Aimee's legs were now curled up just beneath her, the red strapless dress riding against her upper thigh as she shook and tried to slowly get her bearings back. She didn't even notice Stan had moved to grab his gas powered weapon until it was pointed at her temple.

Aimee's vision was blurry, tears forming in her eyes as she stared back at him. The woman who had so confidently fought against him was suddenly stripped into an empty shell. Fear thrummed in her chest and she moved her hands upwards as if conceding to him. Although her panties remained dry for the time being, she was trembling like a leaf as Stan threatened her.

"Stan," Aimee started, her voice quivering as she tried to sound calm. Her demeanor showed otherwise. She was absolutely terrified of the prospect of dying. Stan was always an unpredictable animal but to see him in this state... it was something else. Aimee had grown immune to his bullying back in high school and was able to escape from his grasp but even when it was still bad, he was never this severe. There was never a question about the possibility of life-altering violence. "Please, why don't we just talk?" She was trying to talk him down. Her anger has completely dissipated in exchange for the fear pounding away at her body.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Talk ? " Stan responded in fake wonder, though the word undone with a cruel grin as he'd put down the dreadful reality that was to be her next few hours, musing with self satisfaction " Why, I believe I already told you, I am going to fuck you. All I wanted was a little favour, but you little bitch had to go and damage my car. ", laying out a basic outlining of what just conspired, although still to pose that lie as he had no intention at all to keep it anywhere near a simple favour. No, the desire to fuck poor Aimee was there the moment he seen that lovely body of hers, and given that she was, in a way, new in town, made her even more attractive.

It was pretty amusing to him though with all things considered, recalling just now how he forcibly had her dragged behind the gym, back in the good old days, and ask a dollar from anyone whom wished to have a glimpse at a girls panties. Heck, back then he was to young and stupid to really get the charm a young woman held for a man, but nevertheless, just as back then, he was essentially turning this poor sweet thing into his private whore, only that this time, there was actual sex involved, and not just the flashing of some hints.

" So, here's what we'll be doing now. " Stan begun, briefly turning part of his attention back to the wheel, even to put the gun against it as he steers the car back onto the road, so that he had it at the ready to threaten her with, but not in reach for her to think she could make a swift recovery from her predicament.
" I'm going to take you home. You'll strip for me, and then I'll just fuck you. If you resist, I'll just rape you, and trust me, that's going to hurt like shit ! " he exclaimed coldly, briefly looking back over to her, just to measure her reaction, perhaps even gain a glimpse of what she might be thinking at the moment, simply by her expression.

" I'm sure your a smart girl, you don't want to be hurt right ? going to be much easier to play the whore for a few hours. And when I am done with your sweet ass, you can scoot along home and forget this ever happened, right ?! Unless your one of those dump bitches that has to struggle to the last moment, and then get the shit beaten out of her. You know, getting fucked up before getting fucked. " he would casually explain, far to casual in fact, showing perhaps that this wasn't the first time he did something like this, or at the very least, that he had never grown out of being a Bully, but instead, evolve into the grown up version of one.

 

[Valkyrja]

Of course Aimee was going to struggle. She was going to fight until the very last step of the way. Even if he managed to get himself inside of her, she was going to resist. She wanted to tell him to get fucked. She wanted to badly to tell him that she'd rather die than have him fill her with his cock and, subsequently, his seed. Yet here she sat, stunned in horror as he waved that terrifying gun around in front of her. It was a sobering thought to realize that she had been willing to get raped in exchange for her own life. Would he actually kill me, though? Her eyes scanned over the gun and then again over Stan's face. I'd rather have the shit beaten out of me than willingly fuck him. She knew that for certain.

Aimee's lips were pulled together tightly, her eyebrows hitched together above her wide, tearful eyes in disbelief as he continued speaking, explaining what his plan for her was. Her eyes then scanned over the interior of the Maserati. It was a two-seater, there was really nowhere to escape. Stan blocked the only route to escape and there was no way she'd get away with crawling over his lap and pushing the door open. The wind rattling the lightly cracked window behind her was a friendly reminder that there was another escape but she'd have to finish breaking the window. Also, Stan had his foot practically against the floor as he shifted into gear and sped off to their destination. Could she really crawl out of a busted window in a speeding car? Doubtful.

A hand rose to Aimee's forehead as she held herself, applying pressure to the bruise beneath her bangs. Her chest continued to heave as panic kept her heart rate up.

"Fuck you," The anger was still bubbling beneath her fearful exterior. "The only way you could ever get a woman is by force, huh?" The gun wasn't to her head anymore and the fog from her hitting her head was slowly lifting. "Nothing's changed." For a woman who was completely stuck in a small car with a would-be rapist, Aimee seemed to get a bit too much confidence back as she jeered at Stan.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Oh, but something did change, Sugar Tits. " Stan responded with open amusement, and then removed his right arm to graze the gun's muzzle along her left thigh. " I got a gun, and you've got a nice ass. " he went on to proclaim then, refreshing for Aimee the immediate threat of the gun. it was a purposely calculated suggestion though, because, death, it might be much more appealing to the girl then accepting the shame of a man taking her body for himself. It was that quick exit strategy that he was suggesting here, though, only so he could crumble it with a far more terrible suggestion when moving the gun back to the wheel.

" And you see, I don't need your legs, or your arms, in fact, if you insist on struggling, they may be more of a bother. I guess, you could just pretend your pride is going to save you. But then, I'll just put a bullet through, say, your left ankle, then maybe your right hand, heck, I guess I could even pop one through your shoulder. " he tells her, drawing a horrid picture there that reveals just how sick his mind was when it came to getting what he wants. And, pulling up the lane down to the small home that his father financed for him, Aimee would not hold onto much time before her fate was to be decided.

" Would be a shame, right ? Not like I would bother to take you to a hospital, if that where the case, so, you'd just be a helpless bleeding mess, unable to handle me pounding your cunt, and I guess, I would make the best of it, get in as many rounds as I can, before you've bleed out I mean. " he would go on, trying to scare her out of her wits, just for the chance to see her try eagerly to please him, just to be degraded further. Well, she probably still try to run the first chance she gets, maybe even still try and resist, though it didn't matter, Kicking and screaming, or just begging and crying when she endures it, long as he got a kick out of that power rush. Well, and she was a looker too, so using her for a few nights, even if she turned a mattress, that be some fun to be had. Still, there was some part of him that hoped she'd try and be smart, play along, and endure playing the whore, just so he could enjoy humiliating her. Always so delightful to watch a girl shake her ass, and beg him to fuck her, while she's crying and struggling against her own body when it grows accustomed to accept him.

" So. " he muses then, again to look briefly at her to measure her reaction. " I guess I would need to take the next turn down to the forest, if I where to do that. Though, I guess your actually quite eager to get out of your panties, right ?! " Stan insists, and then pulls the Maserati over to stop it, allowing him to look at her and speak. " So, few hours at my place ? ", turning that suggestion into a real threat now as, rather then threatening her outright, or remind her about that he wants to take her to bed over at his place, the question alone implying that the alternative was that supposed turn down to the forest.

 

[Valkyrja]

Aimee winced back, cowering with fear as the muzzle of the gun brushed against her bare, soft skin. Goosebumps rose across her body, the tiny bumps another sign of how fearful she was of that gods forsaken thing. She needed to find an exit strategy. She needed to find a way to get that gun from Stan. Aimee was determined to make it out of this situation alive and she wasn't going to give into him, even if her life depended on it. At least, until he brought up letting her bleed out while he pounded her cunt. It was the most horrifying thing Aimee had ever heard, her nose crinkled back at the idea as he painted her the petrifying picture.

As the car came to a stop, Stan turning to her as his eyes wondered over her body, Aimee was tasked with what was the worst decision she'd ever have to make. Either she could allow him to chase her through the woods, shooting at her limbs until she was paralyzed and unable to fight him off while he quite literally fucked her to death or willingly enter his home and spend a few hours as his little plaything. The logical choice was of course the latter but Aimee's pride made her grow nauseous with the consideration that she'd have to let him fuck her.

Either choice ultimately led to Stan having his way with her. It didn't matter.

"Y-your first offer," Aimee started, her body still pressed tightly against the passenger side door, "of just sucking your dick. I'll do it. I'll do it enthusiastically and willingly. After which, you let me go and I won't tell anybody about what happened here." Aimee was back to trying to negotiate with him. She was serious though, if he was willing to let her off with just a blowjob, she'd give him the best damn blowjob he'd ever gotten. It was in exchange for her freedom and surely she could sleep easily at night knowing all she willingly gave up was her throat, right?

"...Please," Her desperation was tugging at the seams as she encouraged Stan to consider her offer.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Oh, I told you already, that wont be enough.. " he exclaims without even pretending to think about it to much. Yet, he still would throw her a life line, if only because he required for her to expose herself for him, purely for the humiliation at first, but then, he intended to show her just how her vaginal flower soon was to be his playground. And that's where he considered to put his lure. Surely, just like any woman, she was scared to give her pussy to him, with all the repercussions involved, not just a possible pregnancy, or maybe even loosing her first time, which he didn't think the case with her good looks. No, the most dreadful thing for a girl like her was likely the chance to be raped, and feel the shame of her body growing ready for her captor, which was merely a natural response.

No, Stan had learned quite plenty by now, women would even consider pure pain favourable over the chance of having a man take control away from them and use their most sacred treasure to give, as though it was nothing to them.
" But, I guess We can do a nice little compromise.. " he would offer her after a moments pause, intending to try and take advantage of her desperation to trap her with.
" I do want a nice tight fuck, so, how about, you'll be giving me that blowjob, and then present your lovely ass, hm ? And don't think I'll be gentle, I am going to brutally rape your sorry arse if you so much as flinch away ! " he explains to her then, although still adding the dreadful and dangerous piece of info then as he says " You'll give the best damn blowjob I ever had, naked, and then present your bare ass. And I'll fuck it, once or twice. After that, we are even for the window. ".

He would speak those words, all in a matter of fact choice of tone, and then would turn back to look onto the street as he steers the car back onto it. " Now, how about you relax, and loose your panties. And you better hurry, if they aren't off by the next forest trail, I am taking the turn left ! " he insists, meaning for her to signal her acceptance not through words, but through her exposing herself for him, with the promise that the only alternative for her would be the forest.

Although, he would still offer a little reassurance then as he adds finally " And don't think anyone is going to believe you, if you tell them you've been raped. Should know well enough how my father makes, problems go away. ", although sounding cruel, and childish in a way even given that he pulled the Daddy card on her there, it still involved a promise on either end, no matter which route, corpse or rape claim, money would make those problems go away, just in the past when school boards where funded large sums for projects, and incidents Stan caused or joined where no longer such a big deal. Again, a calculated piece of info, and perhaps the only field Stan truly excelled in, to manipulate and guesstimate how to manipulate someone, especially if it's about something he wants, and he sure was motivated to get between Aimee's thighs.

 

[Valkyrja]

Fucking her throat was one thing but fucking her ass? That was a hard no. She'd rather him fuck her pussy before her ass. She wasn't anywhere near a virgin but she had only explored anal sex once and it felt a thousand times dirtier than being vaginally fucked. She had hated it, every single second of it. Aimee had taken a personal oath to never let a guy sink himself into her ass every again. Even with the threat of rape, she wasn't about to go back on that oath. Aimee shook her head towards Stan as his head turned back towards the road.

The Maserati rumbled beneath her seat, the vibrations pulsing through her thighs as her legs remained folded beneath her body. Aimee glanced over the landscape, the heavily wooded drive they were on was leading to one of two destinations. Could she call his bluff? Would he really put a bullet through her body? There was no way he'd be able to get away with murdering her. Even with his father's money, her absence wouldn't just wash away. Aimee's father had a decent fortune himself and with enough witnesses who had seen her around town during the day leading right up to her respite at the coffee shop would put her presence right in Stan's lap.

At least that's what kept repeating in Aimee's little head. He's bluffing. He wouldn't be able to get away with it. If he takes me down, I take him down with me.

Her thighs pressed together tightly, negating any sort of chance he'd have to peek between her creamy, thick thighs at that lacy black fabric. She had made her decision. It wasn't a smart one but neither of her options would be smart. She'd rather have the chance to run from this bastard than be forced to be a willing participant.

"No." Her voice was stern despite her quivering exterior. "You can take my offer, drive to the house, get your dick wet and drive me home. Or you can turn left up here."

Aimee was having an awful time trying to speak coherently but she was determined to stick by her pride until she was no longer able to.

 

[Nighthaven]

Now, there was something, something both annoying, and promising. Annoying in that Aimee refused to settle for a term that was to Stan's advantage, and that she so stubbornly tried to hold onto her pride, although he was not aware of how he miscalculated on her basing her words on her dislike for anal interactions. And promising in that she gave off the determination to give him every reason to hurt and humiliate her in her struggle to hold onto her independence, the moment she would realise that she wont leave his place again, least, not without plenty of scars, she would surely give him every reason to enjoy a true rape experience over and over again before she would slowly break into submission. Heck, the way she was bartering right now, she was likely to try quite a few times to even humiliate herself for him, just for the chance of lenience, making her such a damn charming catch, not only by her lovely appeal.

Though, how the fuck was he going to get the price he craved from her ? True, outright rape, it was a rush, enjoyable to him, though more then bluntly causing pain for his pleasure, he loved, craved even to humiliate and degrade his victim, and this god damn slut was wiggling around already, so that she was driving his plans into a corner. Alone the way she outright deflected his offer, which was interwoven with a threat to her life, it put him on trial to prove himself.

Sure, he could just accept her counter offer, but that would make him look weak, and he hated not being in control. Besides, if he gave in just to get her to her place, she would surely realise herself that it would have been to easy, and that likely he wont hold his word after the blowjob. No, she was to smart for that, and didn't, in the slightest, give the impression of a girl that would foolishly cling to some measly hope. And the forest ? Well, he could play that game, rape her hard, until she begged for mercy, until she could be taken home. But, while sounding like quite a rush, it still lacked that special something he craved, besides, chances where that, the moment he took the left, she would come to the conclusion that, if she was to die anyway, it would be on her terms. She did give that impression, and he Stan didn't feel like struggling with some crazy bitch, trying to steer the vehicle into the next tree. No, Stan felt, there was just one thing he could truly do, and that was, tell her the truth, least, part of it, and let her know that there was no more choice for her left other then trying to work for her freedom, or just go through a world of hurt.

" Sheesh Girl. " he finally mused, the annoyance, and a healthy dose of spite in his voice as she was pushing him there. " Well. Playtime is over then, I'll just be fucking what I crave then, starting with your pussy. And either your going to play along and save yourself a world of hurt, or I am going to beat and rape you until I am sated. " he exclaims, starting the car back up to pull it onto the road, aiming to make the last part of the drive which, by his guess, should take no more then another five minutes now.
" Mm, though, do resist, please. You might just be the first bitch I might consider to keep locked up. Always was more fun when you where kicking and screaming back then.. " he added with a honest grin, leaving Aimee now with a more permanent threat as he kept the gun's muzzle pressed against her left hip, suggesting a cruel " Do be still now, you can kick and scream all you like soon. ", meaning to cut short all means of crazy interventions on her side, and he was quite thankful for the cars automatic feature, so that, save for the use of his turning lights, he pretty much could steer with one hand for now, which was impermissible if he had to manually shift gears.

 

[Valkyrja]

Maybe it was the mixture of rage and terror that thrummed through poor Aimee's body as the gun grazed against her thigh or maybe it was simply the promise of a violent rape waiting for her at the end of the street. Whatever it was, something motivated Aimee to finally jump into action and do something really stupid. Aimee's body jerked forward, her hands reaching out as the palm of her left hand clashed into Stan's cheek. Her right hand grabbed at the steering wheel. She was trying to disorient him as she threw her body forward across the car's center console. The muzzle of the gun caught between her thighs, rubbing up against her as she practically straddled it for a sheer second. Aimee attempted to slam Stan's head into the driver's side window while making him swerve off of the road. All the while, an triumphant scream bellowed from her lungs as she made her last fleeting attempt at escape.

The car jerked and veered off of the road, bouncing along the gravel pavement before Stan slammed his foot down on the break. They had been just inches away from slamming into a tree as the car's breaks squealed from the sudden stop. Aimee still wasn't wearing a seat belt and now that she had adjusted her position, there was no real center of gravity for where she was sitting, leaving her unbalanced. The scream cut short the moment the car halted. Her body flew forward into the dashboard and her head knocked against the steering wheel before she collapsed. Her unconscious body was splayed over the center console, her head lolled over her shoulder and in Stan's lap while her hands remained outstretched.

Her dress had curved over her ass during the attempted struggle, leaving her soft, round right ass cheek on display as it peeked out from beneath the red dress.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Well, fuck ! " Stan hissed as the initial shock settled down, the sudden assault, although he had already considered it's possibility, still coming as a surprise, and the event's that ensued through it having passed so swiftly, it felt like a surreal flow. Still, it happened, that bitch went crazy on him, clearly gambling on the chance that he was to distracted to react and kill her the moment she posed a threat to him. And that under the assumption that she still considered the gas powered gun a real threat, given that it did little more then be noisy, able only to cause real damage to anything to close to the muzzle, and everything still had pointed that she had taken it for a real gun.

Stan was still feeling the rush of adrenaline, his breathing was excited, in a bad way, and his first impulse was to grab her and slam her head hard against the dashboard, slam his fist into her gut, or just drag her out of the car, and kick her about until she wakes, and then kick her some more. But then his eyes fell on her pose, and her exposed buttock, rekindling the desire to just fuck the living hell out of her, and given that she was passed out, this was the perfect opportunity to make it happen.

Briefly he would look around to check if someone had witnessed the near crash there, though luckily the road behind them was barely ever used, thanks to only very few people living in that area, in fact, besides the house his father gifted him, there where only two other buildings, and they where used only as a sort of Summer retreat for some wealthy family's that Stan didn't know. It prompted him the thought to just fuck her right now, let her wake to the painful feeling of him pounding her sorry arse and the realisation that she ended up helping him. Yet, Stan quickly realized the futility of this simple act, it was far less of what he initially hoped for. No, he had to punish her, properly, that play into his original plans far more blissfully.

Inhaling deeply with the intend to calm down his racing hearth, Stan would finally lean to back the Maserati back onto the road, parking it on the side-way for a moment, enough for him to yank the unconscious woman back into the co-drivers seat, although leaning her limb body forward so her back remained exposed. After that, he bluntly pulled the black leather belt of his pants so that he could proceed with yanking her wrists back, and use the belt as substitute for an arm-binder, a painfully tight one. He'd lean her back into the seat then, leaning over to fasten her seatbelt, and finally reach between her thighs, merely to first yank, and then tear off her panties. Not though yet to have a look at her womanhood, but instead, to shove the thorn fabric into her mouth, smiling darkly as he sets her up to awaken to the feeling of being helpless, and exposed towards him where it truly mattered.

After securing her at last, he would start the car anew to make the drive home, intent on having a look at the exterior later on to see what damage was done to it through her violent last struggle, and likely add it to the punishment that he would give her later on. Though firstly, to make his way home, to drive up the gravel path to that small pretend Villa, and to steer the Maserati into the small garage where, once the shutters where lowered and closed, no one would see what would happen to her. And just in time as it would seem, because his new doll would seem to gradually grow awake again as the car was driven up the Gravel path, it wouldn't be long now till the little kitten forgot her claws.

 

[Valkyrja]

When a body is in a state of extreme fear all non essential body functions shut down. Unfortunately for Aimee, that was exactly what happened the moment she regained consciousness. The sound of the closing garage door behind them sounded out and in her barely conscious state, it sounded like a gunshot. Aimee's eyes shot open and she let out a muffled cry as she felt her pelvic floor drop. Her fight and flight response had been withheld, she couldn't do either as she genuinely thought the gun had fired against her thigh. Instead, Aimee pissed herself; a small puddle forming beneath her as she tried to tense her body and prevent what her body was naturally doing to her.

Aimee's head turned and she looked at Stan who was staring at her, a nefarious grin plastered across his face. Aimee whimpered, the lacy fabric in her mouth alerting her to the fact that her wet cunt was now bare. At first she tried to pull her hands forward in an attempt to pull the panties from her mouth but the thick leather belt dug into her wrists and she let out another cry as she realized he had restrained her. Aimee pushed her tongue against the balled up panties, trying to push them from her mouth as she struggled in her seat to free herself from the humiliating situation.

The fabric was too much, Aimee found herself having difficulty pushing it out from between her teeth. She began screaming, her pleas for help muffled behind the fabric as she tried to pull herself up from the seat. She couldn't even get out from behind the seat belt! Finally, her tongue seemed to hit the right spot as the black fabric fell from her lips and into her lap.

"Let me go!!! Let me go! Someone help me!" She was screaming, her voice grating as she shouted out in the car and squirmed against the now humiliatingly wet seat.

 

[Nighthaven]

Stan would watch quite amused as Aimee woke, her reactions quite entertaining towards him, well, least up to the point where she soiled the expensive leather she was seated upon. It did anger him, to some degree, though watching her squirm, try to scream, make her escape even, all at the same time, it got him pretty hard, and it did not really help her case that her movements gave him one or the other glimpse of her bare womanhood.

" Oh, my poor little doe.. " Stan would finally speak as she managed to free herself from her panties, enabling her to finally form audible words again, and it so vastly amused Stan to see her in this predicament, even with her shameful release, it made this image complete now. And just to drive in what was soon to happen, Stan would lean over to her, grab the top of her fabric, and ruthlessly try to tear it off, to expose her chest, even to yank the bra up if she wore any, merely so she could feel her breasts exposed, and his left hand firmly, and quite casually kneading her right breast. " This is the part, where I drag you inside, and brutally rape you. " he exclaims, being purposely cruel in the choice of his words, just then to remind her " You just had to be an obedient whore, spread your legs and take a few hard pounding, and be on your way again.. ". And finally then, he adds just a little tease to her fears, as he tries to pinch her right nipple quite hard, and render it even more painful by twisting it.

It would be only a momentarily measure though, he was trying to scare her, just to see how she reacted, maybe even cause a bit of desperate submission he could abuse, though, one way or another, he would then lean to step out of the car, leaving her on her own for just a brief moment as he moves to walk around, briefly to inspect the cars exterior on the way. Though, then he would open the co-drivers door, and finally lean in, meaning to unbuckle Aimee's safety belt, so he could yank her out of the car, meaning to start fucking her right there soon.

 

[Valkyrja]

Her strapless dress came down with ease as Stan yanked at the fabric, the red neckline falling below her breasts as her strapless black bra came into view. Despite her voluptuous chest, the lacy black plush fabric seemed to hold her tits up nicely while adding a little bounce to them as she struggled. Stan pulled it just beneath her chin as he reached out to grab her right breast. Aimee's fight still held on strong as she tried to writhe her way out of his grasp to no avail. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she tried to tug at her arms A whine left her throat followed by a yelp as Stan twisted her nipple painfully.

"Please, please, you don't have to do this!" Aimee winced back, the pain from her nipple was followed by a throbbing pain in her head. She was running on pure adrenaline which was what was keeping her struggling but the moment things would settle down, she knew she'd be in a lot of pain. The amount of times her head smashed against the dashboard alone was good enough to give her some pretty bad whiplash. The bruise on her forehead was already turning purple. "Please!" Her voice followed Stan as he pushed himself from the car and slammed the door, leaving Aimee alone for a brief moment.

Aimee was trembling as she watched Stan make his way around the Maserati slowly. It was almost as if he was a vulture circling in on her as his body made its way to the passenger side. Aimee tried to adjust her position to release the seat belt from her body but no matter how she squirmed, her restrained hands couldn't find the buckle. The wetness between her legs added to her discomfort as it seeped slightly into the hem of her dress. The black cardigan she had been wearing over the strapless dress was slowly starting to fall off of her shoulders and bunch up around the leather belt around her wrists.

The door popped open and Aimee continued to writhe and fight against her restraints as Stan leaned over her to release the seat belt. As Aimee moved, her breasts jiggled from between the top of the dress and bottom of her bra. "Don't do this, Stan, please!!" Her begs were quickly cut off as his hand wrapped around her red hair, pulling her by her scalp as he dragged her out of the car. Aimee stumbled out, dragging across the seat as her knees fell against the frame of the door and she fell onto the ground unable to regain her balance as he brought her into the garage. She quickly tried to pull herself back up onto her feet, her heels scraping at the floor as she stumbled and tried not to trip.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Oh, but, I do Want to do this ! " Stan groaned with delight, loving how scared she was now, how desperate to evade the worst, and yet still so stubborn not to even consider trying to purchase herself lenience from him though her body. God, would have been nice to hear her beg for him to fuck her, tear-stained, and in shame. Though, he made an inward guess that she would get to that point, least, after he was done giving her a taste, of just how much he enjoyed the experience, to make a lovely woman like her, feel like nothing but meat below him.

" I told you ... " he snarled, as he used the moment that she collapsed onto her knees, not to permit her getting back up, but to yank her around by the hair to face the co driver seat again. " ... just be a good whore, and all will be well. " he proceeded to tell her, himself to kneel down behind her, his left hand to reach up so he could grab her by the chin, holding her head in place so he can darkly whisper at her left ear, " Now, I am going to drill my dick, into your pretty little, piss stinking vagina, and rape you. And, your going to wish, you had begged me to fuck you like a proper whore, because, I least may have bothered to use lube then.. ", taunting her so cruelly.

Though, the real cruelty was yet to come as he would release her chin again, merely so his right hand could shove her head towards the soiled Co-drivers Seat, where he ruthlessly pushes her face down into her own piss, snarling. " Lick it clean ! If it isn't, by the time, I dump a load in you, I'll show you, how much worse it's going to get, when I forget the lube, for your ass ! " he threatens her, not even to disguise that he was getting ready to finally make his promises from before come true when he unzips his pants. In fact, by the time this last threat was spoken to her, he would shift behind her, scooting a little closer, so that, if only briefly, the tip of his girt was nudging against her left buttock, then his body would grow closer over hers, followed then by his girt pushing up against her helpless womanhood, searching blindly for her entrance, merely to thrust forward quite heartlessly to force himself into her, greedy to finally claim her body for his pleasure, and to let her feel whom was really in charge now. he would even repeat that thrust, over and over again, showing her no mercy, not until his near ten inches of thick manhood where nestled deep within her beautiful, young Body.

 

[Valkyrja]

The fear pulsing through Aimee's body made the color drain from her face as Stan brought his lips to her ear and confirmed with her exactly what was going to happen next. "No, no, please!" She was cut off as he shoved her face first into the bucket seat, the little bit of urine that had soaked against the leather wetting her cheek as her mouth opened to let out a cry. Her nose crinkled in disgust as he held her face down and she tried to pull her body up from the seat. It wasn't until the heat of Stan's cock pressed against her ass cheek did she freeze up.

"No, no, no, no, no-" She felt the head throb against her pale skin as he slowly moved it down across her ass cheek and in between her thighs. His head pushed her pussy lips aside as it slid blindly up her slit in search of her tight hole. The moment his head popped into her cunt, Aimee let out a shocked gasp. When he pushed himself deeper into her, Aimee began struggling against the seat. His hand continued to hold her head down in her own mess as she began sobbing. "Stop! Don't- No, please!" She wanted to claw her way out but he had her in such a compromised position that there was nowhere she could really move to.

As he slid in deeper, thrusting a few inches into her at a time, her body jerked and her lower back arched in an effort to accommodate his significant length. She had never been with such a well endowed man and had this been consensual, it would have still hurt. When Stan finally gave the final thrust, Aimee let out a scream as the head of his cock kissed her cervix painfully. She felt like he was tearing her cunt in two as her walls throbbed around his length, milking him as she quivered and continued to plead with him to stop.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Mmm, so, Naive, so, god, damn, tight.. " Stan moaned, finally to feel himself up to the base within her heavenly tight pussy, could just as well have been virgin even, although he guessed that she just hadn't seen a lot of action in bed as of late. that was fine though, even more to enjoy that this pleasure was now his to take. It was even kinda cute though, how that foolish woman was still pleading for him to stop, as though he gave a fuck how she didn't want him inside her.

" I said, Lick it Clean ! " he would burst out then however, finally getting what he wanted, and he was just getting started with her, this foolish bitch was going to entertain him for the rest of the day, and once he grew tired of her, he'd just toss her into the basement. He wasn't going to let her go, not until she was as broken as that old hag, Miss Summers, and even then, with a pretty body like hers, might just enjoy keeping her in a more permanent employment, after all, having his own whore right at home, that was a true piece of comfort. First though he would enjoy degrading her, and then the rest would come gradually.

" Lick ! " he repeated, twisting her to face down to rub here face into her own piss, though his left hand went for her left hip meanwhile. " Your going to lick it clean, I want that seat, spotless ! " he insists, and then his hips would draw back, merely to thrust hard forward again, starting to fuck poor Aimee with slow long strokes back, and a firm, hard thrust back into her, over and over again, just to let her, enjoy, how he was using her womanhood for himself. " I'm, not going to stop, fucking you, stupid Harlot, in fact, I think, I'm going to keep you, around for a while. Can't have, such a nice, tight pussy, unused. " He'd even dare taunt her, starting to moan as he spoke, audibly telling her through his delight that it felt good to him to use her body, her most sacred treasure, against her own will.

 

[Valkyrja]

Aimee cried out, her desperate pleas going unheard as Stan shoved her face even harder into the leather seat. Her hair twisted around his fist, entwining within his fingers as a few strands broke loose from her scalp. She whimpered out as her nose dragged across the leather and the second time he shoved her face down, her tongue fell from her mouth and rested against her lower lip as she began lapping at the small bit of urine. Every time Stan thrust back into her, bottoming out painfully against her cervix, Aimee would whimper and her body would jerk forward. Her eyes were closed tightly as she trembled and lapped at the leather seat.

She couldn't move her head on her own as Stan continued to apply pressure to the side of her scalp. The only time she'd move in the seat was from when she'd be pushed up a few inches from Stan's thrusting. Her knees scraped against the cement floor of the garage as he continued to slowly fuck her. Every word was enunciated with another thrust. Aimee was sobbing now as the taste of urine stained her tongue. She wanted to vomit but her body was in too much shock to allow her to do that. She had been completely humiliated; first wetting herself and then forced to clean up after her mess while being fucked.

It felt as if Stan's dick was trying to shove itself into her womb as he continued to smack his pelvis down against her. His balls swung heavily against her, swaying between her thighs and brushing against her clit with every thrust. It didn't feel good, it fucking hurt. Aimee sobbed harder, her entire body trembling as he ruthlessly fucked her.

 

[Nighthaven]

" Now, that's a good girl ! " he would praise her, though more as a means to humiliate her further, and he would put a groaned " Don't you dare stop, until, it's clean ! " at her, warning her to go on, specifically because he would then remove his hand from her hair, permitting him to shove up her dress a little further, and capture both her hips with his hands. It made the view so much nicer, revealing her bare ass to him, the sight of her tight pucker, and how her womanhood was swallowing his girt involuntarily. better then the view, was the feeling though, watching her body move with each and every thrust he made, and how each time he slammed back into her, that pained velvet tunnel would clench down so hard on him, making this heavenly tight hole even more of a pleasure to fuck.

" Yesss ! " he'd snarl delighted, considering to start going all out, and he really had the urge to, just to pound hard and fast, until he came. Though he would consider to have her announce her submission, least for the moment, so the humiliation be grander when he deposits his load into her, though, then again..
# Fuck It ! # he thought, and just gripped harder onto her hips, grunting a brief , " Time, to put you to work ! ", only to yank her hard back into his thrust, finally permitting himself truly to abuse the poor young woman as he begun to rapidly piston against her, filling the garage with the sound of bare skin loudly meeting another, and the loud moaning of Stan, as he was now using her womanhood to jerk himself off with, dropping the occasionally, and quite aggressively moaned " You, fucking, Whore ! ", as he mercilessly aimed now to gift her with his seed in her womb.

 

[Valkyrja]

Stan was stretching her, trying to bring her to the point that she'd be able to handle his enormous length at a punishing rhythm. Aimee didn't recognize it right away as he ensured she felt every single inch of his cock thrusting deep within her. Her ass was curved upwards and every time he'd drown his cock deep into her cunt, Aimee's ass cheeks rippled back from the force as her labia parted in an effort to allow his girth to sink into her. Once Stan's hand let go of her head, she lifted her head slightly and let her tongue dip out a little further from her mouth as she moved her head over the seat, licking up every last drop of her humiliation. Her nose was crinkled and she was whimpering and crying as she did it, her head jerking forward each time Stan bottomed out within her.

Aimee had licked the majority of her mess up as Stan's fingers tightened around her hips and he yanked her back. Aimee screamed out, it felt like his cock had actually punctured her at that moment. He hadn't, of course, but the bruising was very real. The burning sensation in her pelvis grew as he continued to incessantly ride her like a wild animal. Aimee's head fell back as she screamed out but Stan's force was hard enough to knock her forward and back onto the cushion of the bucket seat as she pleaded with him to stop over and over again. Her hips bucked towards the floor, trying to escape his aggressive thrusts.

She hadn't been enjoying any of this, the pain was enough to keep her screaming as her nails dug into her palms behind her back. Even still, her body's natural defense reaction was to lubricate itself in an effort to assist Stan with his rape. The sounds of their skin smacking together slowly began growing wet. Even with the natural lubricant, Aimee was so tensed up that her vice-grip like hold around his cock wasn't ceasing. The trembling of her body met with the quivering of her thighs as her cunt throbbed warmly around his length.

I think I'm going to keep you around for a while.

Those words continued to ring in her ears as she sobbed and yelped and cried for help as he pummeled her tight, warm, wet hole.