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True Grit 2

Once again: Mattie Ross, NC-17, PwP BDSM underage rapefic. Guest starring Laura Ingalls!

THIS ONE IS WORSE THAN THE LAST ONE.

You have been warned.

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Cunt woke up to the sound of her closet door opening.

The light from outside her home nearly blinded her, though it was only comfortable dinner lighting, candles and fireplace; for longer than she could keep track of, they had left her with none but what came through the crack under the door, and through the flap when her dinner was delivered.

So she could “age like good whiskey”, they had said when they put her in- since then, not a word was spoken to her, and the door was only opened to empty her bucket when it stank.

Already her body had been abused longer, harder, and in more ways than she would have thought possible. They had penetrated her in all ways, all at once; her nipples, and then her labia had been pierced, while men laughed at her screams; she had been whipped all over, with special attention to her tenderest places, and left with her wrists tied to the ceiling all night; she had taken them deep in her throat and not been let up for air except on their whim. Whenever she passed out, they whipped her until she woke up.

They had once held a party  at which there were three dozen present, and given her nothing to eat or drink all that day but seed- there had been other girls, being used for pleasure, but that night Mattie was only used for pain, and a receptacle for every drop that would have gone to the others had they not enjoyed degrading her so. The other girls were nameless, insulted interchangeably- but she, ‘Cunt’, as was now tattooed across her forehead, was set aside for the worst.

Now her mind, too, felt the violation. The endless, unmeasured loneliness had warped her until she began longing to be taken out and used, even for pain, if only to feel alive. She could hear them most nights, and hear the girls screaming- and she envied them more the louder they screamed. Her wrists were shackled to her neck, with just too little slack to touch herself. The one time they heard her trying to use her dish to rub against herself, she was beaten beyond even their enjoyment. The same when she was heard talking to herself.

She eventually slipped into a trance that knew no wake or sleep, except when her dinner was given, her bucket emptied, or when she listened to the sounds of the girls and tried to imagine what they felt from the sounds.

Now the door opened! She squinted up into the light, trying to see the face of the man who had opened her door. “Well, Cunt, let’s see how you’re coming along”, he said. He took out his penis and laid it across her face. She was amazed at her own joy, to be spoken to again, touched, offered something to do; she was ecstatic to again feel the warmth and weight of flesh on her face- the smell brought back memories that her isolation had turned almost fond by comparison: memories of light, and feeling, and knowing more than the corpse-like existence that had been hers now for… Months?

She was dimly aware that she might be expected to do something- but she simply sat there, savoring the experience of the penis on her face, sweeping away all the crazed, half-formed thoughts that had tormented her in her tomb. She rubbed her face against it slightly, unbelievably grateful and drinking in the contact with the world beyond her closet.

“I think she’s ready!” he called over his shoulder. Another man came up behind him. “You didn’t leave her in TOO long, did you?” he asked, looking at her with her head back, eyes closed, barely moving. She heard, but felt no desire to respond. She was nearly overwhelmed by the mere feeling of ever so slightly nuzzling the cock draped over her.

“Hey, Cunt!” he said, “Can you understand me?” She gazed at him for a second, searching her brain for a response.

“Yes, sir.”

“You happy to be out of your hole again?” “Yes, sir”, she said, voice trembling, and tentatively running her tongue up his shaft. He slapped her. “You were fine before! Don’t do anything until you’re told.” “Yes, sir”, she said hoarsely, and again sat still, except for leaning her face back to feel more contact as he draped himself across it again.

“See?” he said to the other. “If anything, we could have left her a bit longer!” She shuddered slightly hearing this. “I don’t care if she still knows how to talk”, said the other. “My question is, does she still know how to scream?” By way of answer, he grabbed and yanked the string tying her nipple piercings to each other and her labia. “Aah! Aaahh! AAAH!” she cried as he increased the tension, demonstrating to the other that she could still be affected by pain after so much time with worse, less tangible tortures.

“Take her out back and scrub her down”, he said, turning to the other main attraction of the night. Mattie stole a glance as she was led harshly along by her string, crawling as fast as she could; A girl around her own age, though she could only estimate it now- somewhat skinnier, light brown hair in pigtails; she had not yet been pierced. She lay against the wall in a position Mattie had never been quite flexible enough for, legs spread all the way back behind her shoulders, hands tied behind her back to hold them there. Her eyes held a look now familiar: nearly blank, with an underlying panic that had gone on so long that it was ordinary.

Laura watched her go, wondering how long she had been confined for- the thought sent chills down her spine. “You better put on a good show tonight”, she was told, “or you’ll know exactly how she feels. Now, let’s get you warmed up!” as the whip slashed across her breasts, and between her helpless legs, Laura screamed and moaned with even more than the pain demanded.

Fifteen minutes later, Cunt was led back in, dry but still shivering from the cold outside. Laura had a smattering of clothespins running in two rows, down each breast to the labia. The rows were broken where they had already been whipped off. Mattie shivered even more, in anticipation, listening to the other girl’s screams as the torture continued.

“Almost done here, Jeb”, the man said as he finished with a series of violent sweeping blows. He untied Laura, still moaning slightly in the aftermath, and set her kneeling in front of the couch, next to Mattie, whose hands were being unshackled. Then he and the other sat down in front of them.

“We’re gonna’ have a little trial”, he announced, “to see if Cunt here has learned anything in her closet. The winner will decide the loser’s punishment. Now come over here and get your mouths ready!”

They approached, and the men took out their cocks. Mattie nuzzled hers slightly. Laura licked her lips. “Go!”

Laura immediately dove in and began bobbing her head as quickly as she could, but her rival began by running her tongue up the length from the base, and then plunged deep, moving from the very base to the very tip with slow but powerful strokes.

Laura glanced sideways and felt a twinge of fear- the girl she knew only as Cunt was pushing past her gag reflex as though it was nothing; but moreover, and this really scared her, she seemed not in the least bit worried. She seemed to actually be enjoying it, wholeheartedly using every flourish, and Laura had some inkling that Cunt had not been like that before the closet.

It was as if she had lost all hope, and with it all fear, and all idea that anything in the world could be better than sucking this cock, right now. Laura was terrified that if she lost to this girl who had been so thoroughly broken, they would decide to break her too. She sucked harder, and tried to move faster, but she still knew that fear was no motivator compared to enjoyment- and every time her breath was stopped for a second by the cock hitting her throat, her instinct screamed to pull off and run away…

Mattie’s mind was blank but for sensations- and she loved every one of them. She didn’t think about what she was doing until she did it, she had ideas and immediately went through with them. She swirled her tongue around the tip before plunging all the way to the base and holding there, moving her head slightly side to side- then she pulled off to take a breath, ran the tip of her tongue down and back up the length, and began pumping her head up and down with wild abandon.

She cared about nothing, accepted it all with strange curiosity- the lack of breath when she went deep, the strange light-headedness of staying there- nothing could scare her after the long dark. She didn’t even care whether she won or lost, or whether they were pleased with her; she kept moving, eagerly, towards whatever lay in store next, whether a shot in her mouth, a punishment, both… She still tried to please, but only because that was the only game to play. And next to the terror of not playing, losing was nothing to her.

She bit, lightly, playfully, just for a second, and kept going. “You little bitch!” Jeb said, slapping her, but not necessarily displeased… “Did you do that on purpose?” “Mm-hmm…” she said around his cock.

“What?” asked the other. “She’s playin’ with me!” Jeb replied, grabbing her hair, shoving her head down to the base and holding it there. “I don’t know what she’s on about! I don’t know if I should whip her for it or call her the best damn whore we ever had!” “Well, puttin’ her in there so long was a new idea, and we got new results. I’d rather not know what my whore’s doin’ than have her doin’ the same old thing like she just wants it over with. Like this bitch here!” he added pointedly in Laura’s direction. She immediately started moving faster as if she had been pinched. “See? All she knows or cares to do is move faster, and do exactly what she’s told. She just wants to be good enough, not actually good!” “Are you not close, then?” Jeb asked, “‘Cause I’m pretty close, if you want t’just call it…” “Sure. Go ahead an’ finish however you like, and let’s see what Cunt can think of for this bitch here, based on her own experience… That doesn’t mean you can stop!” he said, slapping Laura. She kept going with a terror in her eyes and tears rolling down her face- she had failed. Now all that was left to her was to see what they intended to do.

Jeb pulled Mattie off his cock and stood up. “Alright, Cunt, turn’round, face down, ass up!” She gasped a little when he thrust into her anus- the first man to enter her since the unmeasured time in the closet- but it took him only a minute of thrusting to spill his warmth inside her. She almost wished it had gone on longer- for a second she didn’t quite know what to do- then she heard it. “Stand up, Cunt.”

Hesitantly, she did- normally she was only asked to stand if her hands were to be tied to the ceiling, so that she could be whipped from all sides- but something in the tone was different.

“Cunt”, he said, “you have been punished more ways than any other bitch that has seen this house. Now you’re going to be given a privilege, that we have never given to another whore like yourself, to celebrate your release from the closet and your victory over THIS pitiful slut… You are going to get to punish another. Are you excited?”

Mattie looked at her opponent, still pumping her head up and down, tears running down her face; she felt pity for her- but she could no longer sympathize. No matter how much she had suffered, she had come to enjoy it. Whatever empathy she had for the girl would only make it sweeter.

“Yes, sir.”

 
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Posted by on March 4, 2017 in True Grit

 

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CHUCK NORRIS: Fanfiction NC-17

The bear stood to her full 11’2, roared, and spread her arms, aiming to catch him in bonebreaking, flesh-rending hug while her jaws took the top of his skull off.

This was not Chuck Norris’ first shindig.

He parried one paw upwards as he ducked under it, jumping up and catching her hard on the ear with the knife-hard edge of his hand.

She immediately turned and flung him backhanded, where he hit a glancing blow to a tree. He rolled when he hit, and landed two paces back from her second attempt at the death-hug, ready and on guard.

The blow to the ear had made her wary, and she stood back for a second, trying to size him up. Her cub watched from the tree it had climbed seeking safety- and a good viewpoint to watch the mauling it was sure was coming to this human. She was an especially ornery and tough-looking Kodiak, and Chuck was sure that this wasn’t her first shindig, either.

She feinted with her right, but the hesitation gave Chuck more than enough of an opening; he lept up, blocking as he put one foot into her belly, hard enough to double her halfway over even through the fat, and spinning to catch her with the other heel, on the same side of the head where the ear blow had struck.

She fell sideways, catching herself on all fours- before she had a chance to balance herself, Chuck flew shoulder-first into her ribs, rebounded, caught the paw she had flung out to stop him, and threw her over his shoulder, slamming her solidly into the tree he had hit.

He grabbed the coiled rope from his belt and lept onto her back before she could get up.

He deftly caught her right paw in a loop of rope, pulled it behind her back and hitched it to the left, then he stood up and heaved with his legs, pulling them together against her massive strength.

She bellowed defiantly. Chuck slipped a loop between her jaws and hitched it behind her to the rope between her paws, pulling her arms up and her head back. He wrapped the rope around her arms up to her elbows, pulling them tight behind her. She roared her contempt for him as he wrapped the rope around her hind leg, spread it back and hitched it tightly to the other one behind her.

Chuck removed his pants and mounted her in one swift motion, his member immediately swelling to the hardness of his fists with practiced control.

She roared in protest as his first thrust punched through her, stretching her walls beyond even what childbirth had demanded of her. He slapped her- “What was that, bitch?”

She roared again; he slapped her, she kept roaring- he twisted her nipple hard and it turned into a bellow of pain. She roared as loud as she thought she could, but when Chuck Norris twisted her nipple effortlessly to the point just short of tearing it off, the sound that she let out echoed through the woods and startled all game for a mile.

Cowed for the moment, she was quiet but for a soft panting in time with Chuck’s powerful movements.

“Oh, now you’re likin’ it, huh? Show a bitch who’s boss for a moment and you realize it ain’t that bad! Well brace yourself, baby, ’cause we’re just getting started!”

He pulled out and repositioned himself at her anus. She made a questioning noise- he twisted again, this time on her clitoris. He drew the moan of pain out for as long as she could go before taking a breath.

“I’m leading, bitch! Do you hear me?! Not a fucking word!”

Then he plunged his arm elbow-deep into her womb and his cock balls-deep into her south end business district.

Both passages stretched to their limit, but Chuck’s powerful arm and cock, steeled by more kegels than this bear had eaten berries in her life, plowed in and out as though to punch a new hole with each thrust.

The strength of his battering on her pelvis moved her entire body against the ground like a wave. She moaned now in open pleasure, and Chuck reveled in her helplessness.

Chuck glanced back at the cub still watching from the tree. He was unable to read its expression, but he hoped it was shock. He hoped that this experience would shape its sexual world forever.

“Look at your big strong mama now, squirt! Tongue hangin’ out while she begs me for more! Rivers of drool coming from her hungry cunt!” He spat into her mouth. “And that’s not the last she’s getting in there!”

“Whether she’s a lover or whether she’s your mother know I’m/ Doin’ your mom Doin’ your mom/ Inner pussy breakin’ and all her body’s shaking yeah/ Doin’ your mom Doin’ your mom/ Aah, ah, ah, ahh/ Doin’ your mom Doin’ your mom/ Aah, ah, ah, ahh/ Doin’ your mooo-oo-oooo-oo-oooo-oo-o-o-o-om” [to tune of “Stayin’ Alive”]

On the drawn-out note, he again twisted he clitoris violently, wrenching a duet of pain from her, delivering a stinging slap and punching his fist back into her womb as the note ended. He pulled out and struck her across the face with his cock, with as much force as a mortal man could muster if he slapped her with all his might.

“One more thing, bitch”, and he ran two steps up the side of the tree her cub clung to, grabbed the branch beneath it, and swung himself over it, scooping up the cub under one arm and dropping smoothly back down to the ground.

She roared in fear, and frustration at neither having her own orgasm nor feeling his within her. Her womb had been spurned, and her child was being handled! She strained against the ropes holding her with all her might.

Chuck laughed at her as he spread the bleating cub’s legs. Thankfully it was a girl, but it wouldn’t have mattered either way; this act of sadistic dominance was for the mother’s benefit, and she protested beautifully. His organ grew even larger in anticipation- the cub was somewhere closer to leaving home than to babyhood, but still clearly twice as tight as her mother.

“I figured it was no fair to make her watch you get fucked the whole time”, he said with a grin as the mother bellowed. “Let’s hope none of her mates are too concerned about her purity!” and he plunged into her as far and fast as he could short of tearing her- but just short.

The two of them roared together pitifully in pain and concern, and struggled in his arms and the ropes alike. He came into her explosively, thrusting a few more powerful times to milk every last drop from himself. Cum spilled out around his cock, and gushed when he pulled out.

One final humiliation. He wrestled her over her mother’s mouth and spread the jaws; the mother caught the scent and lapped it from her daughter, desperate for any share of the seed that she could get. “Clean out your little bitch, cumslut!  Show me how much you want it, maybe I’ll put some in you next time!”

He pulled the cub off and slapped her twice across the face with his cock, knocking her sideways. Then he dealt another to the mother and untied the two knots that held her.

She got up slowly, as though she couldn’t believe he had let her go, then ran as fast as she could with her cub in tow, lashes from the rope landing on both of them as they went.

Chuck Norris gave a satisfied sigh. Then he turned to the camera;

“To all those ladies out there wanting to get with the Chuck: Sorry, you aren’t nearly exciting enough for me.

But to all the guys out there: You could be those ladies’ next best thing- with Old Spice!”

Do-do Do-do-do Do-doo-do

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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True Grit: That letter at the beginning had a point

Title: That letter at the beginning had a point

Series: True Grit

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Mattie Ross/Unknown

Contains: underage, non-con, gangbang, BDSM
Warning: I will not answer to the comments of annoying loudmouths who may be offended. If you’re looking for compliance with social mores, a porn-fic blog is the wrong place.
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Mattie Ross looked about her, but could see nothing. Presently, she realized that this was because of a broad strip of leather tied across her eyes. It was clear that it was designed with this purpose in mind, because it fit the contours of her face so well. If there was light in the room, it made no difference. It was as though she had been rendered blind. She could not speak, because her mouth was full of a piece of wood bound by another piece of leather about her head. It was rather like the bit of a horse, she thought. About her neck was a length of rope that scratched unpleasantly. Her hands were handcuffed together behind her back. Further investigation led Mattie to discover that she was on a hardwood floor, and the length of rope around her neck was tied about two feet from her neck to the back of a simple wooden chair. This chair was by a small table at which a number of people were eating. She could hear the sound of forks on plates. And she was naked, barefoot, and completely exposed.

Mattie tried to speak, testing the new limits of her communication. The sound that came out was an “mmmmm?”. The voice was fearful, questioning. Mattie’s head moved about from place to place, as one does when one has to rely on their hearing. A hand cuffed her on the head sharply, and a voice said “Shut up.”

Mattie quieted down immediately, and listened to the sounds of eating. Obviously she was in the hands of outlaws, in their base most likely. There was a good chance they were going to hold her for ransom- and there was a chance that they would have their way with her as well. If they were going to… Have their way with me, thought Mattie, they most likely wouldn’t have stopped for dinner first. They’re probably just trying to scare me. Mattie took comfort in this fact until it was proven wrong. One by one, the uncertain number of men at the table finished eating and left the table. While two or three of the others were still just finishing up, one of the men walked around the table to Mattie and loosened her gag, removing the bit from her mouth. “Sir”, she began, but was immediately unable to speak once more as the man grabbed her by the pigtails and shoved something else into her mouth- she realized what it was when it began thrusting in and out at an alarming rate. “Mmmmmm!” Mattie cried, “Mmmm!”. “No teeth!” commanded a harsh voice, and she received a slap on the cheek. Mattie forgot any possibility of biting. The man shoved as far down Mattie’s throat as he could, his balls hit her chin, she gagged hard on his penis and he shot down her throat without the need for her to swallow. As he pulled out, Mattie doubled over, choking and coughing, until he put the gag back in.

The last sounds of eating had at this point stopped, and Mattie heard the men start moving towards the center of the room, away from the table. One of them untied the rope around her neck from the chair and tugged her in the direction they were going. Mattie started to stand up, but a sharp tug brought her down on her stomach; “You crawl, little girl”, he said, “And you keep up!” He started walking in the same direction, pulling the rope behind him. Mattie wriggled along frantically on her chest and knees, trying to keep from being dragged behind him by her neck.
She would writhe along on her stomach, manage to get up on her knees, and then fall on her face by a sharp tug on the rope. 25 feet later she fell flat on her face in the middle of the sitting room rug, where she allowed herself a small sob before clamping down on her emotions once more. Cushioned chairs and couches were arranged in a circle around the edge of the rug she lay on- she could hear the men watching her, shifting their weight as they sat.
Stepping up behind her someone removed Mattie’s gag once more. “Where am I?” she asked, reflexively turning her head to face him as though she could make eye contact. “That’s none of your concern.” said a voice. Mattie hesitated, uncertainly, then asked, “What are you going to do to me?” Her mouth was dry as she heard the voice saying “Now we get to the heart of the matter.” Her gag was shoved back in and harsh laughter came from some of the group. A hand reached out and touched Mattie’s anus. She jumped and kicked out with a foot, satisfied to feel it connect, even though it had little effect. The man grabbed her kicking foot and the back of her head, and dragging her over to the nearby fireplace shoved her forcefully into the wall of heat. “Mmmm!” Mattie cried, “Mmm! Mmmmm! MMMmm!” she could feel the heat from the flames scarcely a foot away from her young breasts, and it terrified her. “Under which circumstances will you scream more?” The man asked, holding Mattie uncomfortably close to the flames. “Make all the noise you want, struggle all you want, but if you manage to hurt anyone at all there will be consequences.” More harsh laughter came from the group. He shoved Mattie bodily back into the center of the circle and forcibly spread her legs and mounted her. Mattie whimpered slightly in fear, then cried out in pain as a man thrust into her for the first time. More harsh laughter came from those watching, but she hardly heard it. All she heard was her own screaming until he finally came, depositing his seed inside her. Mattie whimpered. She felt a hand begin smearing something over her anus and squirmed, but was unable to get away. Mattie was penetrated for the second time, this time in her anus- She had not even considered this possibility, which had not been included when her mother discussed sex with her. The man’s penis moved in and out of her, lubricated by what he had smeared on it, and Mattie cried out once again, this time only too aware of the enjoyment these men got from listening. Suddenly, he pulled out, removed her bit, and shoved himself into her mouth. “Clean me”, he ordered- Mattie moved her head up and down on him, sucking him clean and disgusted with the concept until he released into her mouth. “Swallow”, he said, and pulled out at last when Mattie did so. She lay on the floor and listened to the next man rise from his seat…

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2012 in True Grit, Uncategorized

 

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Buffy/Angel: Picnic Time For Teddy Bears

Picnic Time For Teddy Bears

by chrosmaet

Series: Angel

Pairing: Angelus/Cordelia

Warnings: Rape, Violence, Season 4

Rating: NC-17

Angelus sang softly to himself in his 3-inch barred steel cage. “See them gaily play about/ they love to play and shout/ they haven’t got any cares”… Soon… The incantation completed with a flaring of the candles, and a pale mist rose from the center of the circle. It spiraled around Angelus in his steel cage, lifting him up. “This isn’t over!” he screamed as it infused him, and Angel collapsed on the floor. He slowly got up, struggling to remember what had happened. He was dimly aware of Wesley asking him to sing. Angel sang tunelessly for a couple lines, and a smile lit up Lorne’s face. Apparently his identity was confirmed. He gave out a few orders, and everyone left the room. Everyone but Cordelia. “Come out of that cage.” she said. “It’s safer this way. We don’t know how long this spell may last for, and-” “This way you don’t have to look anyone in the eye. How convenient. You’re not Angelus. You think we don’t get that, but we do.” Cordelia unlocked the locks on the cage. He stepped out, uncertainly. “You are not Angelus.” Angelus grabbed her by the throat roughly. “Wanna bet?”

He swiftly turned off the camera monitoring the room. With any luck, no one would ask which of them had turned it off. Not as though it mattered anymore, with Angelus gone, right? “There”, he said cruelly, his face contorting into the grimace a vampire wears when feeding, “Without that camera, nobody upstairs will be able to hear you down here. I’m sure that we’ll be able to have lots of fun.” He ripped Cordelia’s blouse and bra open at the same time, with one hand still holding her on tip-toes by her neck. “Nipples hard already? You really skip the boring bits, doncha? Of course, I should already have known that from the way you treated the kid that night, huh? I’ll make sure this is a much more entertaining show than that was.” He took one of her nipples between top and bottom fang, and bit just hard enough to draw blood. He sucked upon it eagerly. Cordelia tried to scream, but only succeeded in making a little wheeze. Rather than boosting her adrenaline and bringing help, it only heightened the fear. He shoved her back up against the cage. “Man, was that boring to watch. Can you say ‘Routine Missionary Sex’? Not that that doesn’t suit your philosophy.” He took that same nipple between his teeth again, and bit harder with fierce precision. His fang went right through and came out on the other side. The pain pierced through Cordelia’s body, and she screamed again as only one whose windpipe is constricted by an iron grip can: Quietly, with great effort. The fear shot through her as well, causing all sorts of reactions. “What’s this?” said Angelus, and thrust his hand down her pants. He cupped her sex roughly and lightly at the same time (as one category), feeling the warmth coming off of it- “Well, look at that. You’re getting all- ‘buttery’.” He laughed harshly. Cordelia gazed in horror into that twisted face mocking that of the one she still wasn’t sure if she loved, smelt the blood on his breath, found herself unable to rely on that basest of instincts- the scream- and almost fainted. “Let’s try that again”, he said cruelly, and bit through the other nipple with the speed of a rattlesnake, and this time he didn’t just punch a hole as if he was giving her a piercing, he held on and tugged on the bleeding breast while wickedly playing the tip with his tongue- Cordelia strained to scream, or preferably to get free, with all the strength she had in her, she prayed to whatever benevolent forces might care to help, but the minor ones were all too far away and the major ones had other concerns than just another person in pain and fear or wanted her to build character or something like that, and her mind still burned with a deadly combination of pain, fear, and perverse enjoyment that worked like whitewash on her mind, her hopes, dreams, goals, fears, memories all were obliterated by the animal urge to run away, and Cordelia slumped against the side of the cage. Angelus moved like a perversely malevolent version of a delighted puppy dog from breast to breast, eagerly lapping up the thin stream of blood from each nipple as it trickled down the underside of Cordelia’s breasts. He noticed that she was no longer struggling, and so with his free hand he pinched her nipple as hard as he could. His face lit up with satisfaction as he felt another scream rise in Cordelia’s throat and her body begin to struggle again- “You’ll not get out of it that easily.” “Poor Cordelia”, he said wickedly, and started lightly fingering her through the fabric of her undergarments- “Your relationships just never seem to work out, don’t they? Let’s tally- Breakup, Death, Demon Surrogate, Breakup- and those are just the ones that come to mind the fastest.” He continued fingering her, and quickly lapped up the blood which had begun to trickle. “Let’s see if we can make this one work.” He swiftly pulled her pants off before she could resist, and unzipped his own. Cordelia began to struggle again, but it only heightened his enjoyment and he pulled her panties off, regardless of her kicking, as easily as one would undress a doll, and positioned his hard length at her entrance. “Now”, he said, “I am not one to enter a woman’s most sacred of places without her permission, so I will remove my hand briefly so I can hear your response.” He removed his hand briefly, but immediately replaced it when Cordelia tried to scream. “Very well.” Cordelia muted again, gazed levelly at him. “I will not defile your womb by entering unpermitted.” With a savage grin, he then repositioned his tip to rest lightly on her anus. “Your choice.” He pushed through the rubbery entrance slowly for the first half inch or so, then startled Cordelia by suddenly thrusting roughly and fast. Another scream stifled. He said nothing further- words might spoil the delightful horror he wanted her to feel, but thrust again, beginning an in-and-out rythum that pleased him. He turned Cordelia around to face the cage, allowing him easier access, and began to finger her in earnest with his other hand. He relished the feeling of it, the tight grip- he felt her begin to weaken. “Are you getting close, now? Signify by nodding or shaking your head”. When he got no response, he added, continuing to thrust,”You know those nipples of yours? Pierced is better than none. Nothing further and they may even heal over.” He was met with a hesitant nod. He could feel that this was true- without meaning to, she was pressing slightly against his hand, and wriggling slightly. “Alright”, he said, and then removed his fingering hand. A few more thrusts and he released his own orgasm, spilling into the wrong passage and withdrawing. He released Cordelia, and dropped her to the floor. She looked up at him, hardly daring to provoke him by screaming. “You-” she began, and stopped. He carefully tore her clothing into long strips, suitable for his purpose. “You didn’t-” she said, but quieted when he looked at her. “Nope.” He picked her up and pushed her into the cage. “When you denied me your standard entrance”, he said as he fitted a gag made from her blouse into her mouth, “I assumed you didn’t need to enjoy it.” He grinned maliciously, finished tying her up, and closed the cage door. “I’m headed upstairs for a minute, but I’ll be back down, probably with Fred or Lilah. Maybe both.” He turned and headed upstairs.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2011 in Buffy/Angel

 

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