Master of Misery

Mmmm think I just found #13

She squirmed a little, trying to shuffle away, but she was too fucked up to do jack shit. I slapped my hand on her thigh, gripping that warm, soft skin hard, right under the edge of her slutty little skirt. Her head turned toward me, those blue eyes all glassy and out of it, some weak ass mumble falling out of her mouth. “S st… sto…” she slurred, barely louder than the train noise. Fucking laughable. Can’t even spit out a full word, let alone push me off. I squeezed harder, sliding my hand up, shoving that skirt higher to show off more of her big soft thighs. All the way up to show her cunt barely hidden by some cheap lace thong. Look at this nasty bitch, dressed like she’s begging for cock, and now she’s gonna pretend she doesn't want it? She’s just a piece of fuckmeat to mess with. She was made to take cock… and that’s what she’s gonna do… whether she wants it or not.

Riiiight... First off, grow some balls and stop hiding behind anonymous asks if you want to state your opinions. Secondly, if you don't share the kinks and sexual preferences on my blog... Swipe on instead of spreading hatred and intolerance.

The pain was immense, a searing agony that radiated through her entire body as he stretched her far beyond what she could handle. The friction of his dry fat cock scraping the insides of her whore hole felt like sandpaper sanding her from the inside. “Fucking keep quiet,” he grunted, his hand swinging down to slap her ass with a resounding smack that made her jolt forward. The sting of the hit only added to the torment. Her skin blooming red under his palm as he kept thrusting, each movement more punishing than the last. Her knees ground into the rough carpet. The friction chafing her skin raw, leaving angry red marks. Her tits were already sore from the slaps and now they were pressed harshly into the floor. Being dragged back and forth with every merciless shove of his hips. The sensitive flesh aching as it scraped against the itchy texture became overwhelming. She screamed and squirmed and begged "Please! Sir, please!. It only pissed him off even more. He leaned forward, put a hand on the back of her head and pushed it to the floor. He held it down with one hand and grabbed a nipple with the other." I am gonna use this tight rapehole and you're gonna shut the fuck up and take it, you worthless fucking fleshlight!” he growled through gritted teeth. He spat on her face and got back into position. His hands clamping down on her hips with a bruising grip, fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave deep, purple imprints. “This is what I needed. Fucking breaking a dumb cumdumpster. I fucking own you. I can do whatever the fuck I want with you!” His voice was thick with raw, possessive hunger, each word punctuated by a savage thrust that drove him deeper into her torn, aching hole. He didn’t care about the tears that streamed down her face, glistening on her flushed cheeks, or the way her body trembled uncontrollably beneath him. Her breaths came in ragged, broken sobs, her arms shaking as she struggled to hold herself up under the relentless assault. The pace he set was cruel, merciless, a relentless hammering that gave her no reprieve. Her asshole throbbed with every brutal intrusion, the pain intensifying as he stretched her wider, the raw edges of her entrance feeling like they were splitting with each thrust. The violation was suffocating. The feeling of complete powerlessness, of being reduced to nothing more than a hole for him to molest, a body to punish. Humiliation burned through her, mingling with the physical agony as she tried desperately to focus on being useful, on being his perfect fucktoy, but the brutality was too much. Her mind reeled with the shame of not being good enough for him. Not being able to stop her body from automatically trying to resist. The way her body was being used without regard, without consent, her untouched pussy clenching uselessly beneath her as he ignored it entirely. She felt truly useless... worthless...