Brittany's Nightmare

“Sorry, bitch,” he said looking down at me with only half of his cock in my mouth, “Not good enough.” He then wound both his hands through my hair and yanked my face violently against him. He then pulled me back, and then proceeded to rock his hips roughly into my face. My throat was trying to get rid of the intruder that was poking into the very back of it, but every time it went out it was thrust in again, and each time seemed more violent than the last. After a few minutes of my oral torture, I started to pick up the rhythm of breathing when he pulled out, and attempting to hold my breath and control my gag reflex while he was in me.

“Look at me, cunt!” he ordered, “Look at me while I fuck your mouth.” I obeyed as I brought my dark blue eyes up to meet his cold blue ones. “You like me inside your mouth? Because my cock loves being there, and there is nothing I love more that my balls tapping against a stupid, spoiled bitch’s chin, as I fill her whole throat up.”

“Ohhh yeahhh”, he moaned, “Your mouth feels so fucking good, cunt.” He thrust himself harder into me, until I couldn’t even breathe between entries. But at that point, he cock started to stiffen, and he moved faster still for the next few seconds before pulling my face so close that his balls were smashing right into my chin.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he purred, as he came. I felt streams of hot, foul liquid pouring down my throat in bursts. He then pulled out and sprayed his last few bursts all over my face and hair. I had never been so humiliated in my life. He let me go, and I tried to catch my breath. I then crawled into the corner of the room, so I could be as far away from that monster a possible. He just smiled at me.

“How do you like having my brand inside and out?” he smiled, “You know in some countries that would mean I own you. But you’re mine already, aren’t you, cunt?” I was crying hysterically in my corner. I kept telling myself it was all a crazy dream and that none of it was happening, but whenever I opened my eyes, I was still there; naked, covered in cum, with a psychopath staring at me.

“Well, bitch,” he said nonchalantly, “As you know, you didn’t keep good on your word of sucking me well, so now I’m going to fuck your brains out, and then fuck you some more just so the message that I own you really sinks in. How does that sound?” I just cried more until he came over to me and yanked me up so that I was standing in front of me. He slapped me in the face again. He then shoved me onto my back on the bed.

“Oh,” he smiled to himself, “I forgot something. Don’t fucking move.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I stayed put as he went into my closet and came out with a belt. He turned me over onto my stomach and quickly secured my hands behind my back with the belt, then flipped me so that I was on my back once more.

“No, please!” I begged as he settled himself on top of me. I struggled under his weight, and without the use of my hands: I was helpless. We were face to face now, as he kissed my lips harshly, and began groping my tits with both hands, pinching and pulling at my nipples. Soon after, his mouth replaced his hand on one of my tits as he began sucking and nipping at the tender flesh. The pain was intensified as I felt his cock growing again right against belly. He lifted his head up from torturing my tits and looked down. He looked back up at me. “You ready to have your cherry popped?” he asked me in a sickly sweet way. I cringed and tried everything I could to wiggle and squirm away.

“My cock loves it when they struggle,” he said more to himself than to me. It was true though. His cock was getting harder as I tried to get away. “Let’s see just how tight you are,” he mused, and shoved a finger in my cunt. It hurt incredibly badly. I let out a scream of pain. “Holy shit,” he said, “That’s even tight for one finger.” He then looked up at me with a cruel grin on his face. “Imagine what it’s going to feel like to have my giant, thick cock rammed up there…” I shuddered, and continued my struggling as he continued to finger fuck me painfully. I tried to close my legs but he spread them wide with his own, and wouldn’t let them close.

“You’re so dry,” he said, “But that’s ok. It wouldn’t be fun if it was easy right?” He took out his finger and began running his now fully erect cock up and down my slit, teasing me for what was to come. He then stopped, and positioned himself right above my opening. I tried desperately to get away from the line of his cock, but I had no such luck. He pushed it into me about an inch before the pain erupted in me.

“Please! Stop!” I begged, “It hurts!” I was crying. He just looked up at me and smiled.

“It’s supposed to hurt at first,” he said tenderly, “but I’ll make sure that it hurts the whole time I am fucking your sweet little pussy.” I shrieked as he pushed another inch into me, and then another. His whole cock wasn’t even inside of me when he stopped: He had reached my hymen. I held my breath.

“I know you’re going to like it, you cum slut.” And with that he pulled out and rammed into me, breaking the delicate surface of my hymen in the process. I screamed out in pain as he began pounding into me. He slid in and out easily now since the blood from my hymen and the precum on his cock mixed to form a lubricant. Every time his massive cock entered me, I felt the stabbing pain of him all the way in my throat, his cock was so big and he was fucking me so deep I almost couldn’t handle it. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he rammed his entire length into me.

“Oh, yeah! You are the tightest bitch I have ever fucked, and you feel good,” he grunted, as he continued to fuck me senseless. I was struggling as much as I could at this point, just trying to get him out of me.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fight me, you cunt,” he laughed, “I love to see you try and get away!” I screamed out in frustration. After what seemed like forever, his balls started to tighten and his cock grew stiffer. “You ready for me baby?” he asked before spraying load after load of cum into my stomach. Before he was done, he pulled out so that he could coat my stomach and chest in his cum. I felt disgusting. I had a load of his cum dried all over my face and tangled in my hair, and now I had a fresh batch sprayed across my midsection. I took in a deep breath. It’s over! I thought, He’s finally done with me! Now he will leave me alone! And it sure seemed that way when he left me on the bed and left the room. My hands were still behind my back, but I thought he left. But a few minutes later, he returned. He took his pants off the ground and pulled out what looked like a dog collar. He put it around my neck and secured it in place with a small lock. He then took a long length of rope that he had gotten from my garage. He undid the belt from around my hands, and replaced it with the rope. He cut it with some scissors that he found in my desk and tied the rest around a loop on my collar.

He stood back to admire his handy work, and before he could say anything, I spoke; “Please! Just leave! You have already hurt and humiliated me in every way possible! Just leave!” I yelled at him. He looked confused.

“You really think I have hurt and humiliated you in every way possible?” he asked me. When he didn’t continue, I nodded. He smirked at me mischievously. “I’m just getting started, bitch! You see, I’m taking you. You are mine,” he stated. I stared up at him in absolute horror. There is no way he can just take me! I thought.

“Y-you can’t do that!” I screamed at him, “I am a human being! You can’t own me, you sick bastard.” He just continued to smile at me.

“Of course I can,” he said simply, “I fucked you. I want you. And I always get what I want. I have fucked a lot of girls, but I want you. It’ll be great. My own personal fuck slave!”

“No!” I sobbed, trying to break free of my restraints, “Please don’t do this!”

“Aw, It’s okay, babe,” he mockingly pouted, “You’ll love it: sex every day, as many times as I want it, being fucked by my friends, blowing us under the table at dinner parties. Sounds pretty good to me.” He walked toward me and put me on my knees on the bed, and then pushed me down so that my face was flat against the bed.

“But there is still one more hole I need to test out…” he mocked, as I screamed.

“Please, no, no, no! Not that! Please, I’ll do anything but that!” I cried, as he smacked my ass and began to spread the cheeks.

“Well, if I don’t fuck your ass, I won’t know if you will be a good slave, but judging by your pussy, your ass will be so tight,” he laughed. “Just seeing you all helpless and tied up like I own you is making me so hard.” It was true. He was straining against my back. He continued to spread my ass cheeks until he could see my puckered little hole. He shoved a finger up it. If I thought it hurt when he shoved a finger up my cunt, this hurt one million times more. I cried out for him to stop, which he did, but next thing I knew I felt his throbbing member against my hole. He pushed himself inch by excruciating inch into my ass.

“Oh yeah,” he said pushing further and further, “It’s gonna be a tight fit but we’ll make it work, won’t we?” I kept screaming until he got all the way into me. “God, and I thought your pussy was tight,” he growled. And as soon as he was in, he pulled out, and then thrust in with such force, I thought I would split in two. Luckily, I was so tight that after about a minute of horrible pain, I felt his cock start to stiffen as he held my hips and moved faster and faster with his until he blew his entire load of cum into my bowels. He then shrank inside me and pulled out. My ass collapsed and I fell back against the bed.

“You are going to make a great fuck slave,” he said, as he ran his shit and cum covered cock through my hair. I tried to stay awake, but I passed out from the pain, exhaustion, and pure stress of the worst day of my life. Something told me it was all going downhill from here.