The Assistant (Jack Stalker and Lina)

[Jack Stalker]

The Assistant​

As soon as Robert Miller saw student Bella Thornberg, he knew that he had to have her. Sure, it was against the rules, against ethics and against social principles to want to fuck your assistant, but he tended to change the rules to suit himself. It was one of the benefits of being the head at the exclusive school where he was working. He had liked everything about her from the moment he had laid eyes on her and, since she had proved to be so effective at dealing with other students and getting things done, promoting her to work for him with the reward of extra credits and improved grades was easy to arrange. Now that she was at his beck and call, when she was not carrying out his errands and flitting about the school at his command, it was going to be easy to lure her into some sinfully wicked liaisons. After all, surely every young female student soaked herself at the thought of being so hot that she could get her head teacher to fuck her senseless with a simple bat of a eyelid? At least that was the way he looked at things. Men wanted sex with hot girls, and hot girls wanted a daddy figure to shower them with money and power. he was in a position to take exactly what he wanted and give back what he fantasized a worthy assistant would want. If it wasn't the case, well, he was sure that after enough sex every girls inner whore awoke and when that happened, the guarantee of a good fucking would be enough to manipulate her.

Right now he was in his office with some young blonde, Kristen he thought her name was, bent forwards over his desk with her legs spread and her ass raised. Her hands bent behind her back and her face pressed against the hard oak as she blushed with fear and shame, forced to adopt such a position for fear of being expelled for her earlier behaviour.. at least according to Roberts law. He paced back and forth behind her, a cane gripped tightly in his hand as he contemplated his next move, occasionally checking his watch as he waited for the door to open and his assistant to arrive. "Ah, there you are at last, I was concerned that you had not received my text." he said as she finally appeared and he took a moment to feast his eyes on her, taking in what she was wearing from her head to her toes before he addressed the situation properly. He always wore a dark suit appropriate for his position of course, while the students were allowed some latitude with their dress, particularly if it allowed the older girls to wear shorter skirts and display more cleavage. For a long while he had feasted his eyes on the cock teasing little sluts, even taken more carnal advantage of some, but now only Bella held his attention, only her incredible legs and stunning features held his gaze and forced him towards acts of depravity and debauchery with her young tight body.

He waved a hand towards Kristen. "Miss Thornberg. Miss Steward here was seen scrawling inappropriate graffiti about you on the walls of the girls bathroom. It appears that their is some jealousy regarding your position as head girl and assistant to the headmaster. Such behaviour is not tolerated at this school, so punishment must be given." he nodded towards the silent girl sprawled across his desk. She was wearing a simple tee and waistcoat and a pair of shorts together with her trainers and socks. "Please tell me how many strokes you think this insolent little bitch should be given, then ensure that she is not concealing anything beneath her attire which would blunt the effect of my blows." he explained calmly and authoritatively. "In effect, you will need to pull down her shorts and panties to expose her buttocks. Then you will need to hold her steady and count through the number of strokes of my cane you want her to be given. Understand? Proceed." he finished, stepping up next to the girl and watching Bella. He was already becoming aroused by her presence, his thick cock stretching out inside his suit pants as he waited. "Everything is in order of course, her parents have signed the standard discipline waiver, as have your own of course." as had everyone permitted to study at the exclusive institution.

 

[Lina]

Bella Thornberg short of ran across campus upon receiving Mr. Millers to-the-point text, summoning her to his office as fast as she could manage. It had been a week and a half now since he selected her to be his new assistant and he had her chasing errands across campus like she couldn’t have imagined. She was doing this and that and something in between and she spent more time in his office than she had in class; And it was totally worth it. Four of her classes had been reduced to an hour a week and she’d auto-pass another two in favor of personal mentoring under Mr. Miller which was what this job was supposed to entail. In reality, it felt more like being his personal slave. So far he had her inspect the football field’s bleachers for safety hazards, fill in for an absent detention overseer, register a whole four boxes of lost and found items… he even had her shop for him. Still. Totally worth it for the extra credit. Slaving away as the man’s assistant for the remainder of this year would look awesome on her record no matter what he’d have her do, and it granted her power over her peers that she liked more than she was willing to admit, even to herself.

Bella looked a little winded when she entered the office, catching her breath as she voiced a short apology for the time it took her to answer his call. She wore a wine red shirt with a round, timid neckline and a black pencil skirt that showed off a whole lot of her shapely legs, easily her best feature. The glasses she wore were only for show, it made her look smarter and bookishly hot, but they sported just that, plain old glass, not lenses.

Mr. Miller addressed her as Miss Thornberg, as students were rarely called by their first or full names in this particular school, that’s likely why he wasn’t entirely sure about the student draped across his desk’s first name. Bell was though, it was most definitely Kristen, Kristen Steward. Kristen used to be… a friend really, right up until they’d chosen different paths. Kristen wanted a fun time, whereas Bella had abandoned that and became an achiever. First in her class, study group, debate team, all that. Kristen: not so much. Their friendship had evaporated and — from Kristen’s side mostly — grown into animosity. Bella had seen the graffiti in question, and she’d known who it was that put it there the minute she was it. It was a crude picture of her being fucked from behind by Mr. Miller, with a text balloon of him shouting out an A+ for half the courses in her curriculum. Bella hadn’t acted on it… yet, she didn’t know whether she wanted to but it appeared that Mr. Miller had taken the initiative and that decision for her.

She was a little surprised when he referred to her former friend as a little bitch but the girl had it coming. Bella didn’t feel sorry for her at all though she avoided looking her in the eye. A caning was a particularly harsh punishment and the standard allotment was six strokes. Six hard strokes often referred to as six of the best. Bella was almost going to recommend just that but she did not want to look weak, and Mr. Miller had commended her on her strong sense of discipline when he hired her.

“I would suggest eight strokes Sir.” she offered, but then he told her the rest.

Bella would have lied if his request didn’t startle her a little and judging the terrified gasp escaping Kirsten’s lips, it started her a lot. Corporal punishment was uncommon in the institution, but it was far from rare and to be expected when seriously overstepping boundaries yet Bella didn’t think that baring buttocks was allowed any longer. There were stories of a Mr. Chesterlut from way back, who would make the girls he paddled remove their underwear and hand them on the door handle outside his classroom so that everyone would know what was going on inside but Bella reckoned those were just that, stories; Apparently not.

Yet, Bella gave Mr. Miller a questioning gaze before she approached Kristen, who flinched when Bella lightly touched the waistband of her shorts. With one hand hovering her hip, she pulled Kristen’s cellphone from her back pocket. She put it on the desk next to the girl shortly glancing in Mr. Millers direction as if awaiting further instructions.

“Please…” Kirsten croaked, and Bella hesitated too, but she took hold of the girls shorts and tugged them down carefully, halfway down her thighs revealing sheer white panties with a light blue trim; With her legs somewhat spread, she couldn’t tug them down any further. Bella’s mouth was dry yet there was a tingle of excitement in her belly. She brought her hands up and snuck her nails underneath the sheer garment and paused, to see if Mr. Miller would stop her, before peeling it off of Kristen’s alabaster skinned ass. If anything, Bella was jealous of her ass. The girl had an ass shaped like a peach, looking both soft and firm at the same time. The cane would have a devastating effect on it.

When the school issued a harsh punishment like the one Kristen was about to get, regulations dictated that the student subjected was allowed to have a friend be present for support and supervision. It seemed like Bella was filling that role. She circled the desk and silently extended her hands out to Kristen, imploring her to extend hers and take hold of them. She did, but not without clearly and expressively mouthing the word ‘bitch’ out to her. Bella didn’t react. She took Kirstens hands and pulled them towards her, and as instructed, started the count.

“One.”

 

[Jack Stalker]

"Eight?" a twisted grin crossed is features. "I had no idea that you could be so vicious Miss Thornberg, especially towards someone like Kristen. Of course it's completely justified and I'm sure it will drive he point home that abuse of my assistant, by students, is not to be tolerated or permitted under any circumstances." by his students, naturally. By himself would be another matter, Robert thought, as he stood watching as Bella moved into position to assist with the disciplining of the other girl. His eyes were focused on her, his peripheral vision dealing with the task of her stripping down Kristen's shorts and panties to expose her ass. He could have seen her slit from where he was standing, but instead let his eyes rape Bella as she stood gripping the other girls hands. He moved to the side, catching sight of Kristen’s mouthed insult, which caused him to reach out and grab hold of her head. he couldn't affect a good purchase on her short blonde buzz cut, so instead simply pushed her face down against the oak. "And an additional two strokes for insolence." he growled, "Head down Miss Steward, and mouth shut." he added as he moved behind Bella. Stepping up close to her he knew his massive erection would now be jammed into her ass, revealing to her just how hard he was, something which brought a smile back to his face.

"Stretch her out." he commanded. He let his hands run down Bella's arms to her hands, gripping both hers and Kristen's together and using his added power to drag the blonde further across the table, until her feet were dangling free of the floor. He then stepped away and back around to the side, lining up the cane and starting to deliver the punishment.. THWACK! a loud crack echoed about the room as he struck her first exposed ass cheek, then the other. THWACK!, THWACK! THWACK! the sound continuing to break the silence as he welted her ass cheeks, one after the other, turning them as red as Bella's hair as she reeled off the count. He paused after each stroke, to allow the flesh to redden and the pain to sink into Kristen's core. All the while he looked at Bella taking delight in each stroke of hard wood as it sank into Kristen's pale skin and darkened it with every viciously delivered blow. "There will be no further speculation about what transpires between a head teacher and his chosen assistant. Understand you little whore?" he hissed as the final stroke struck against her quivering ass cheeks. Now, get out of my sight." he grunted, taking hold of her arm and dragging her back onto her feet, slapping a hand against her shorts as they were pulled up over her reddened flesh as she was sent stumbling out of the office. He closed the door behind her and turned back towards Bella.

Robert tapped the cane against his fingers as he moved back around it to where Bella was, lifting it up to stroke it across her chin as he spoke to her. "Now lets talk about the nature of the graffiti which was found. A crude picture of me fucking my assistant and rewarding her compliance with higher grades. I wonder where Kristen got such an idea from? Apparently you two are friends, or were at some point in the recent past? Perhaps such an idea was not pure fabrication on her part, perhaps it was inspired by some girlish talk or gossip? Collusion even? Some fantasy you discussed with her at some point. Is that something you believe goes on Miss Thornberg? Young girls fucking their masters for grades? Sexual favours for advancement and credits?" he asked in an amused tone. He lowered the tip of the cane to stroke it down her throat and onto her top, stopping with it teasing its tip against her right nipple, pressing into the red top she was wearing to outline the nub. "Wait...If I'm going to conduct an interview into such a serious breach of ethics then it should be done properly. Your own parents signed the required waivers of course." he explained. As he did so he placed a hand on her back, easing it up to take hold of her hair and the back of neck as he guided her around to the front of his desk where Kristen had been standing. With a forceful push he bent her forwards, pushing her down to the desk and kicking her ankles apart in an attempt to position her exactly how Kristen had been positioned. Her tight pencil skirt only allowed so much, however, so he moved his hands down to her tightly covered ass to run them across her cheeks as he spoke.

"Now... let me explain the way of things Miss Thornberg. Men such as myself are without reproach, pillars of the community. Decent, hardworking and honest men who have to deal with disobedient little whores and sluts every day. Our word is law and we are believed immediately over any little bitch who might try to tarnish our name. I know that I don't have to worry about you though, Miss Thornberg. Surely not. Not after you encouraged such brutal discipline to be given to your friend. I know that you would not encourage her to scrawl such crudeness on the walls, especially if it were true. After all you wouldn't want to draw attention to yourself and your ways of improving your position here." he told her. "In fact, now that you have established that you were so annoyed at such graffiti, you are free to begin a more advanced role with me. Now that she will make it known that you are beyond reproach yourself, that you are a honest hardworking assistant who obeys the rules, well... now you are free to take a more enlightened approach at ensuring you get the grades and credits you need to get to the top and stay there. Now you are free to obey my every command with the knowledge that every action you take brings ultimate benefits." he hissed into her ear as he leaned over her. He slapped the cane down next to her, before leaning back and reaching down to squeeze her ass. "Now, Miss Thornberg. I want you to take off your skirt and position yourself across the desk just like Kristen was. Then I want you to tell me how many strokes you want... and what you would like me to deliver them with. My hand, my cane... or something else." he grunted, moving up to let her feel his erection, straining against his pants and throbbing against her ass through his suit and her skirt. "And you had best not take too long. I would hate to have to bring Kristen back here to assist me, I imagine that she would relish the opportunity to tell me how many strokes to give you." he told her, his words a mix of amused confidence and commanding arrogance as he looked down at her.

 

[Lina]

Bella didn’t notice the man’s leering eyes on her at first. The power he exerted over her former friend, bent across his desk with both her shorts and her undies stretched halfway down her thighs was almost tangible. And when he shared it with her, when he pulled on her arms to pull on Kristen’s and lift her feet off the ground, it felt intoxicating regardless of how pitiful the look in the poor girl’s eyes. Time and again he brought the cane down across Kristen’s peachy derriere to knock the insolence out of her while Bella held on to her hands and kept her from evading his blows. By the time it was over, Kristen’s eyes were swollen with held back tears and Bella realized that her actions that day would certainly have consequences in regard of her relationship with her peers. Little did she know that there were consequences of a much more immediate nature as well for while she mainly thought about herself and Kristen still, she noticed Mr. Miller’s hungry eyes on her for the first time. He was not done after he sent Kristen out.

He moved in on her and stalked her like she was his prey, blasting questions at her she wasn’t entirely sure of he wanted answered. Regardless, she tried to. “We are not really friends anymore.” she croaked, stressed by his chipping away at her personal space. “I do not believe that that is how--” Bella pulled in a sharp breath when Mr. Miller pressed into her nipple with the implement he had just vigorously trashed another girl with. “That is not what I expect.” she corrected herself but before she knew it he guided her down the other side of his desk and roughly pressed her against it, just as she imagined he might have pushed Kristen down against it.

“Why are you doing this?” she ashed with baited breath, not expecting much of an answer. The man went on to lecture her on values and discipline while he threatened her with his mere presence and she realized that she was going to get a dose of the same treatment she had just ordained for Kristen. He slapped the cane down next to her and she jumped, then blatantly squeezed her ass like she was nothing but his to do with as he pleased. It stirred something inside her, like a dormant volcano exploding deep within the earth.

“Do you want to hurt me or fuck me?” she grunted in response knowing that it was undoubtedly both, but she did not wait for an answer. The cane frightened the living daylights out of her but the last thing she wanted right then and there was to show weakness and ask for a hand spanking, or take the seemingly easy way out and let him fuck her. “The cane.” she commanded in return,”As much as you gave Kristen you bastard.” she added snidely. Bella raised her chest slightly up from his desk in order to reach back for her skirt and try and slide it off off her but the skirt was too tight for comfort so she reached for the zipper on the right hand side and zipped it all the way down, allowing it to drop down to her ankles revealing a pair of lacy black panties that would make him want to bury his face between her cheeks.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Roberts cock was so hard now that it was painful, a thick engorged rod of flesh that screamed for attention and to be freed from the restraints of his pants. He'd thought about Bella before of course, but the rush of disciplining some young insolent whore together with Bella's eager compliance to push the boundaries of her position, had sent a surge of lust and depravity coursing though him. Now all he was thinking about was how to reschedule his day, to give him the time to see to Bella properly, to take hold of her and give her the seeing to that she so clearly deserved. "That's right. You're not friends with Kristen anymore, you aren't friends with any of those young insolent shuts. You are their superior in very way Bella. You are my assistant and you will be obeyed and respected by them, while at the same time you will bend and twist and turn at my command. I am the only friend you have here now Bella, and friends help each other out. They do what is needed to keep their friends happy. That's what will happen with us Bella. I will ensure that your grades are maintained, to compensate you for the time you need to spend carrying out my instructions and errands... and you will obey my commands and see to it that I am satisfied with your performance at all times." he growled as he feasted his eyes on her nubile young frame, raping every inch of her legs with his eyes, burning his gaze into her flesh as he spoke, the heat a tangible thing lashing across her as he indulged himself with his craven behaviour.

"Why am I doing this? You mean affording you the opportunity to progress with little to no effort? That is the reward that girls like you earn Bella. You are rewarded for being compliant attractive, hot, available, intelligent. You are rewarded for understanding the way things work, that men like me want girls like you, and that as long as you do as you are told and act as instructed, you can have exactly what you want. You can advance higher and further than anyone else, because you have what it takes to satisfy your master, to please your teacher, to get things done in a way that makes him happy to have enlisted your aid in the first place." he hissed. He smirked as she spoke again." I don't want to do anything Bella. Want.. that is something a boy might have in his thoughts. Want. Need. Desire. I'm a man Bella, I take. I claim. I use. Boys ask and beg and plead for what they want, while a man simply takes it. I'm going to fuck you and hurt you Bella, but you know that already. Have no fear though, because the pain will turn to pleasure quite quickly, as soon as you realise how delicious a good hard proper fucking from a man can actually be. None of this silly love making you might have heard of, but a brutal fucking from a man driven wild with lust about the way you flaunt your flesh. You do flaunt it, don't you Bella, why else would you dress the way you do, like some fantasy fuck dripping from her cunt with need and anticipation. Soaking herself as she shows off her perfect legs in a tiny fuck me skirt and wears clothing that would likely get her raped in seconds in the wrong part of town." he continued, an arrogant confidence in his tone.

When she dropped her skirt, he knew that if he had been weak enough to allow himself to come, his thick seed would have surely jetted through his pants. He moved his hands to her ass, scratching trails of red across her cheeks as he clawed at her firm taut ass cheeks. "The cane you little slut So you're one of those are you? A filthy little pain whore, a slut who secretly wants her master to lash her ass, to make her scream, to make her feel it." he hissed again. He ran his fingers down her ass, between the cheeks, tracing his middle finger over her slit as he pushed her lace panties into her gash. He could feel the heat as he violated her pussy, feel the material stretch as he drove it between the folds of her hot cunt as he picked up the cane again with his free hand. "I'm not a bastard Bella, I'm your master, your superior, your lord. "he grinned, grasping her panties with the hand he had been using to stroke them into her gash. "First we will rid you of these non regulation panties. You don't want them to get in my way do you Bella? They've done their job, they’ve revealed you to be a cock teasing little whore, one who likely hoped that I would put her in a position where she could reveal such slutty under garments. Why else would you wear them, if not to expose them to my eyes in order to get me hard. You want this don't you, you little bitch?? Well, I'll give you what you want." he grunted, tightening his grip. The panties slowly dug into her flesh, sinking into her until he suddenly tore them away and discarded them to the desk next to her face. He moved his hand to her back, pushing her down, his hand between her shoulder blades as he stroked the tip of the cane through the trough of her slit, again and again, spreading her cunt flaps apart with the narrow stick as he teased her cunny.

He leaned down, crouching behind her, moving his face in he bit her left cheek, then her right, before using his Cane hand to force her buttocks apart as he licked at her slit from behind, spitting onto it before raising up again, drenching the cane tip before bringing it down to her right cheek. THWACK! the strike left a faint red streak across her skin, as it stung into her flesh. THWACK! he lightly reddened her other ass cheek, before leaning over her to direct his words into her ear. "As many strokes as Kristen? Oh no Bella. Not for a filthy, horny little slut like you, a young whore who wants to have her head teacher 'do' her. No, I'm going to cane your nasty little ass until you beg me to fuck you." he told her, running the tip of the cane through her slit again, before delivering another blow to her quivering ass cheeks. He let the sting sink in, moving his hand to ease a finger through her slot as he waited for her trembling flesh to stop vibrating, before he brought the cane down again, alternating between her ass cheeks, "Count off Bella. If you manage to match your ex friend then I’ll allow you to touch yourself, to draw some pleasure from feeling your fingers against your clit when I finally give you my cock. Otherwise I’m just going to use your flesh until I’m ready to stain your insides with hot cum.” he roared, unzipping himself slowly and letting his huge erection spring out into the air, its bulging thick veined shaft glistening at the head where his pre cum was already streaming out to streak down its fat girth. He intended to give her eight strokes no matter what, before plunging his cock head between her cunt lips and sinking into her tight young cunt as deep as he could force himself.

 

[Lina]

Bella felt as if the man was hypnotizing her with his droning, overbearing voice full of aggression and laced with profanity. Every word, every sentence felt as if he was trusting his cock as it were into her psyche, driving her crazy with fright and heretical lust. “Yes you are!” she hissed when he denied that he was in fact a bastard while at the same time calling her superior and a slut and a pain whore within a single breath; All things she was not. Or at least not ready to admit. All the things he said while he was indecorously, disproportionally groping and teasing her sex and it required all of Bella’s self control not to press back at him, to welcome the hand that intended to conquer.

And then he stripped her, tore her panties away from her. No man had done that to her, though in retrospect, this might have been the first man she’d been with, her graduation from boys. Cool air rushed between her legs and she realized she was soaking. Drenched. Fuck this guy, she thought.

“AHHG!!” A searing stroke of the cane ripped her thirst away from her. “AHH! AAGGH! FUCK!” The cane brandished her perfect hind with a fervor she might have not been able to imagine and it hurt a fuckload more than she could ever have anticipated, even after just having witnessed her friend having the spunk beat out of her. She struggled against the hand holding her down but it was pointless. “AHH! FUCK YOU!” Bella screamed as the cane tore into her skin, streaking her with scarlet stripes one next to the other. Bella didn’t count because she couldn’t. She couldn’t think let alone count, or speak up. She didn’t know how many strokes had blemished her backside. It was probably more than eight already. She’d fight him. The pain urged her to, made her to. Bella wasn’t the begging type. “Fuck you you bastard! AAHHH!! Fuck Y-AAAGGHH!!”

She struggled further against his hold on her causing her burgundy top to ride up her immaculate lower back all the way up to the back of her black bra, which seemingly matched the panties he called whorish and a cock lure. One of her heels cracked kicking her legs in a fight for grip. “AHH GOD!!”

 

[Jack Stalker]

"Fuck me? Fuck me? Is that what you want to do Bella? It sure sounds like it, doesn't it you filthy little slut. Oh yes, I can tell that you are loving this now, I can see how fucking soaked you are, how your nasty young cunt is weeping with eagerness, how it's dripping and soiling your thighs with your foul secretions as your young gash gets ready for a good hard fucking." he growled, his eyes fixed on her slit as he landed two blows each on her taut ass cheeks. He lashed her buttocks methodically, pausing between each strike to allow the flesh to sting and her ass to quiver.. as well as to stroke the top of the cane along her gash, gathering the juices which wept from her drenched cunt onto its tip. He continued then, until each of her perfect globes was streaked with four lines of welting redness as well as smeared with her own cunt secretions. Her skin was raised now, along the lines left by the merciless cane, throbbing as hard as his cock was. With his assault complete for the moment, he placed the cane down next to her. He then took hold of her wrists and drew them back to pin them into the small of her back. He gripped them both with one powerful hand while his other took hold of the cane again and stroked it along the groove of her slit, gathering up some of the juices leaking from between her cunt lips.

"You forget yourself Bella. I know how much you want this position. It's not a right to be my assistant, it's a privilege, an honour, something which has to be earned and then maintained." he hissed. He took hold of her and rolled her over onto her back, reaching down to first unbutton her top, then pull it apart to expose her bra. He shoved it roughly upwards, immediately exposing her tits as his cock reared up in front of him its helm an angry purplish colour as it glistened and throbbed at the sight of her bared flesh. He glanced down to note her broken heel and stained thighs, a twisted grin on his face as he admired the sight of her. "Apparently you need to be taught how to keep your position Bella, before I end up awarding it to someone else, believe me you wouldn't like that. All the power you've been enjoying recently, torn away." he brought the tip of the cane up and lash it across the lower swell of her tits, one after the other. He paused, then delivered a thrashing strike to her nipples, catching first one, then the other, across their engorged nubs, leaving vertical streaks in her flesh as he abused her tits.

"I wouldn't tolerate that language from one of the whorish students who study here, I will definitely not tolerate it from you Bella, especially when I know that you are a filthy young slut who wants to be fucked. Now, we will start again. Four strikes to your ass and four to those tits of yours. However this time I will use my hand." he smirked. "I'm curious to see how much of a pain whore you really are." he forced out the words through his clenched teeth, reaching down to stain his fingers with her cunt juice, before raising his hand to slap it across her tits, waiting for her to comply. Each jolt sent a shockwave through her fragile young body. "Touch yourself. Touch your soaking cunt and tell me how much you want your master, your teacher, your superior, to fuck your tight young cunt." he commanded. "Otherwise I will continue with this until the bell for the next period." he moved his hand to her cunt between each spank across her tits, stroking it open, before he turned her back onto her front, forcing her down and smoothing his hot palm across her ass cheeks. He traced each faint welt that had been left by the cane with a finger tip, soiling it with cunt juice which had created a sheen on his digits. "Do as you are told you disobedient little bitch... if you want to keep your place in the scheme of things." His words were ragged now, as he savoured the feel of her tarnished flesh and relished the sound of her pseudo protests as he violated her body.