My name is Jane.

She was glad he was finally home - Stan had been coming home later and later, unable to make the deal without more haggling than either of them were used to. She’d taken to manning the fort, running the shop while Stan made runs to their… more reclusive clientele. 

He’d seemed upset when he got home, though. She wondered if things hadn’t gone according to plan with the deal, a shipment of cursed rabbits’ feet come in from England that week. A simple stock, but a staple nonetheless. 

But after he’d settled, she noticed a marked difference in his demeanor. Perhaps he was just glad to be home. 

“You know…” She heard him come up behind her, and his hands were on his hips. It was an affectionate gesture he’d showed to her many times before, and she leaned back into him with a warm hum. “…you really shouldn’t walk around in your underwear. Someone could see you, and start thinking… indecent things.” His hand wandered down, squeezing her ass, and she gave a start, and a little noise. His right arm was hooked firmly around her middle. “Making a respectable man think things like that… isn’t very nice,” he said, his voice remarkably close to her ear as he gave her firm ass a light slap.

“Stan! Jesus, knock it off!” she snapped, trying to push him away. Her cheeks were a deep red and she suddenly felt remarkable uncomfortable. He pulled her closer against him, his voice deep and a bit unhinged as he chuckled quietly. She drew a breath, feeling something hard press against the small of her back. 

He continued his train of thought, ignoring her discomfort. “Do you want to find out what happens to pretty girls who make men like me think indecent things?” he asked, his free hand coming up to grope her tits, his grip rough and greedy. He felt her through her shirt, pleased to find her nipples harden beneath his touch. He growled again, a satisfied sound as he held her still-squirming body. “Fuck, I always did think you had a nice pair of tits.” he mumbled. 

“Stan, come on, stop!” There was genuine fear in her voice now, and he relished it. Fuck, her voice was hot when she was scared. She tried to fight off his groping hand, but he swatted her away over and over, taking his time to enjoy her body while she was still in his grip. His hand wandered lower and lower, her head turned away from him as he kissed and sucked and nibbled on her neck, barely able to contain a grin. She was a delicate little thing, despite her hardened facade. She wasn’t very strong, and even the pale skin beneath her tattoos purpled under his mouth. 

One hand cupped her between her legs, feeling her heat. His skilled fingers pushed her panties aside even as she bent her knees and tried to close her legs to him. She gasped, feeling his rough fingers shove into her. 

“God, fuck, you little slut,” he groaned. “You’re wet. You little fucking tease…” She could hear the grin in his voice, and without eventhinking, she jammed her elbow back into his ribs.

He coughed, releasing her, and she stumbled forward, away from him, her back pressed to the couch as she looked at him in shock, eyes wide and breath coming in little rabbity pants. 

Shit.

He looked up at her for a moment, almost as stunned as she was, and in one swift movement, he struck her with the back of his hand, with all the force he could muster. She half-spun, crying out, and without hesitating, Stan picked her up and threw her over the couch, leaning his weight onto her, his knee pressed to the middle of the back and one arm twisted behind her back as he pinned her down. 

“Fucking slut!” he shouted, “Who the fuck do you think you are? Stupid cunt, you think you can just parade your ass around here half naked with no consequences? Fucking bimbo.”

She felt his hands groping again, his fingers curling beneath the elastic of her panties before he gave one quick jerk, ripping them away. He hooked three fingers in her wet cunt, lifting her without much effort, putting her on her knees as he leaned over her. Her face was still buried in the cushion of the couch and she felt his shoe press unforgivingly to the back of her skull as he repositioned himself. 

“Please– God, fuck, please, just stop, Stan, what the fuck, god, please–” she babbled, unable to even process that this was really happening. She tried to move, his grip on her keeping her firmly pinned to the couch as he pressed himself to her exposed cunt. 

“Shut the fuck up and take my cock, you little whore.” he snarled, and in one brutal thrust, buried himself inside her. 

Her initial scream was muffled by the cushion, her subsequent sobs rocking her body as he pumped in and out of her, angling each thrust harder than the last. Precum leaked from is cock, mixing with her juices, frothing on his cock as he pistoned in and out of her, holding her fast as she tried to crawl away. Her struggle only made his cock harder as he held her down mercilessly. Her cries and swears only made him more determined to fuck her into submission.

“Your delicious little cunt is so tight… I’ve been wanting to fuck you since we moved out here, you worthless cunt.” he grunted, burying himself deep inside of her as he held himself there, relishing the feeling of her walls protesting against his girth, twitching and spasming around his cock.

He scooped her up, hooking an arm around her throat and jerking her head back nearly bending her in half as he used his grip on her throat to pull her back and shove her harder onto his cock. She scrambled, grasping at his arm as she tried desperately to breathe, with little success. 

He loved hearing her gasp and struggle, squeezing harder as his thrusts became more violent. He felt himself bottom out inside of her, the tip of his cock bumping her cervix, and her whole body twitched and shuddered with every painful thrust. He poured every ounce of aggression and frustration into his thrusts, feeling her cervix, making sure that his cock pounded into it painfully. She tried to cry out, but he wasn’t letting any air pass her lips now. 

“Do you feel like a fucking slut, now?” he asked, his voice gruff and heated in her ear. He was panting, his cock ripping her in two. It hurt like hell, bringing stinging tears to her eyes as she felt her insides on fire. “Do you want my cum, you little cock tease?”

She shook her head, still clawing against his arm. God, she did not want his cum inside of her. She wasn’t on any birth control, and he’d shoved himself inside of her without a condom. He was going to fucking get her pregnant if he came inside of her like this. She tried to bed, tried to push him away, tried to close her legs, but it was useless.

He doubled over her, slamming hard into her cervix over and over and over and over, each thrust more violent and determined than the last as he picked up pace. “Gonna knock my little whore up,” he growled in her ear. “Gonna rape a baby into your disgusting fucking cunt.” 

She wailed,trying desperately to crawl away, onto to be dragged back after a few inches of progress. His grip in her hair was like a vice, and his grunts in her ear coupled with the relentless, brutal fuck he was giving her had that telltale tingle rising behind her pelvis.

She gasped what little breath she could and let out a choked sob. Was she seriously crying? It took Stan by surprise.

Oh.

Fuck that was hot.

He wanted to hear her cry - it was just a testament to the fact that she fucking deserved this, whiny bitch. It made his cock harder with every hiccup and sob that escaped from the little whore’s mouth, and he could only groan in her ear again and slap her ass hard, jolting her body and causing a new wave of tears to burst through the dam. 

If she kept this up, he was going to cum long and hard inside her cunt. 

“Oh, yeah, fuck, yeah, cry bitch, fucking beg me to pull out.” he grunted, and she fucking did. 

Her words were barely audible, garbled with tears and hiccups and moans and grunts as he plowed her cunt from behind, but she managed to form something that resembled an intelligent sentence. “Puh– please - please, god, don’t cum in me, I don’t want to get pregnant, please Stan, fuck, please…” she begged, her voice struggling as he applied pressure to her windpipe again. 

Strangled as it was, her voice was fucking incredible. He got her to fucking beg. He could feel his balls tighten, and she could feel his cock twitch violently inside of her as Stan let out one more grunt. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned.

“Please! Please, please, don’t cum inside me, don’t–” 

He thrust into her hard, crushing her throat beneath his hand and shoving his cock in as far as it would go, the tip ramming painfully into her cervix.

“How’s it feel, cunt?” he asked, biting into her shoulder as he pistoned in and out of her, feeling his resolve slip with every thrust. “I just raped you like a cheap fucking whore,” he grunted, “and now I’m going to cum inside you.” 

With those words, Carmen caved first. The tingle that had been steadily building exploded like fireworks, throwing her into the most intense orgasm of her life. She screamed, the sound barely there through Stan’s grip, her entire body convulsing and bucking beneath his weight as he slammed deep inside her one last time, holding himself there as he unloaded rope after rope of hot, potent cum into her fertile cunt. 

Her orgasm ripped through her, her cervix dilating to greedily drink of up her rapist’s cum as he emptied his balls inside her. He let out one great groan, his weight nearly crushing her as he held himself inside of her, letting her spasming cunt milk every drop from his aching cock. God, he’d wanted to do that for a long time 

When his cock had finally stopped twitching, he pulled himself out of her, leaving a trail of cum dribbling out of her cunt as she lay there on the couch, spent and sobbing and half naked. He admired the sight as he zipped his pants back up.