Monday, October 29, 2012

Shame - Chapter One

Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

Alexa had no idea how attractive she was. She could have easily been a model – or a porn star, if she chose to go that direction instead. Like many women, though, Alexa suffered from extremely low self-esteem. Having been chubby as a child she still saw herself as morbidly obese, despite the fact that she was at the very bottom end of her ideal weight range. Too many South Park inspired jokes had convinced her that her bright red hair and freckles were marks of shame. A culture that insists that our character is based on our appearance had made her believe that her feline face wasn’t attractive – it was bitchy. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a very different person than what I think the rest of the world saw.

I realize that I sound a bit hypocritical here, criticizing a culture that assigns value and characteristics based off of physical appearance when a lot of my initial attraction to her was purely physical. I’ll admit it – I can be shallow at times. For whatever it’s worth, though, I was attracted to her personality as well – or at least what I assumed her personality was based on the things that she’d say. The embarrassing truth is that I knew about her long before she even knew I existed.

Despite her skewed self-image Alexa frequently posted nude pictures of herself to the Internet, which is how I found her in the first place. I’m sure most people thought she was just fishing for compliments in the hopes that countless strangers telling her how ridiculously hot she was would make her feel better, but I wasn’t so sure. There might have been some truth to it – I think everyone likes being told they’re attractive from time to time – but something about the comments she’d make led me to suspect that she wasn’t really looking for compliments at all. I can’t put my finger on what it was, but I always felt like a part of her yearned for harsher criticism instead of blind praise.

It took me a lot of time and alcohol to work up the courage that I needed send her a message. I’m really not normally shy around women, but she had a massive following. Every time I thought about saying something to her a little voice in my head reminded me that there were probably hundreds, if not thousands of guys talking to her at the same time; many of whom were probably saying more interesting things than me. I felt like I needed something to really stand out, but I couldn’t figure out what the hell I could say.

I wish I could claim that I figured out some magically clever thing to say which won her heart, but that’s not the truth. The truth is that the message I ultimately sent her was painfully bland; free of anything that I feared she might deem creepy. I expressed no sexual interest, no desire, and nothing even remotely personal. I told myself that I had to do it like that because I didn’t want to blend in with the countless other men telling her how beautiful she was and I certainly didn’t want her to think I was some kind of a pervert, but I don’t think that was my real reason. I think on a subconscious level I intentionally sent her a boring message that she’d be unlikely to respond to or even notice just so I could feel like I made an attempt and move on with my life. After proofreading it for the hundredth time I clicked send, reminded myself not to get my hopes up, and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with one of the worst hangovers of my life. Turning on my computer, I reminded myself that the odds of her responding to my message were practically zero and that I shouldn’t get my hopes up. I wanted to take a piss and a shower, but I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from my computer until I saw for a fact that my inbox was as empty as I expected. As it slowly booted up, I tapped my foot impatiently.

After what felt like an eternity my browser finally opened. To my surprise, there was a single (1) next to my inbox, indicating that someone had sent me a message. As I clicked the icon of an envelope I reminded myself that it obviously wasn’t her, and I was an idiot to get excited over what would almost certainly turn out to be a random piece of spam. Even when I saw her username in the From: field I just couldn’t believe that she had actually responded to me.

Nervously, I read over her message. It was short and just as impersonal and asexual as the one that I had sent her, but I couldn’t care less. I hadn’t expected any reply at all; I wasn’t about to be disappointed by the fact that she hadn’t exactly demanded to have sex with me. I was just happy that I had an opening. After typing out a quick, slightly less impersonal reply, I hit the bathroom.

Over the next few months our relationship progressed – kind of. We got to know each other, talked on Skype, and became friends. Unfortunately, that’s all we became. I was too afraid of scaring her off to push for anything more, and she seemed completely oblivious to how attracted to her I really was. I was torn – I loved talking to her, but it hurt me to be constantly reminded of the fact that she simply did not see me in any way that was remotely sexual.

On the bright side, I wasn’t the only one that she didn’t realize was interested in her. Alexa was actually still a virgin, though it wasn’t by choice. I was surprised when she first told me, though it made sense when I thought about it. If she hadn’t noticed how much I desperately wanted her then it was likely that she hadn’t noticed how much others wanted her, too. There was also the issue of her looks – her beauty was extremely intimidating; I could see how men would be too afraid to approach her.

We talked about sex a lot. Despite having never actually had it, she had a ridiculously high sex drive – and I never passed up an opportunity to discuss it with her. I knew that I shouldn’t have, I knew it would only hurt me, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I felt tremendously creepy, but I loved hearing about her sexual fantasies, most of which involved being dominated and humiliated. It killed me that she only told me because she apparently thought I was a eunuch and therefor safe, but I was willing to accept that pain just to find out more about her. She told me everything, even the fact that despite masturbating constantly she had never actually reached orgasm. I listened eagerly to every word, only to secretly jerk off later while thinking about the things that she had said. I felt like a total pervert, but I couldn’t help myself.

The worst, though, was talking to her about her attempts to acquire a boyfriend. Hearing about her sexual thoughts was painful and enjoyable at the same time, but hearing about the men who weren’t me that she wanted was pure torture. She’d whine constantly about how all of the men she was attracted to didn’t seem to even know she existed, leaving me wanting to choke her. If I hadn’t been so tremendously frustrated I might have appreciated the ironic humor of the situation, but in my state it took all of my willpower just to restrain myself from saying something regrettable.

Still, I managed. She’d complain that she felt like she was unattractive, I’d tell her that was ridiculous and remind her how beautiful she really was. She’d tell me that she felt fat; I’d tell her that her body was perfect. I became her cheerleader, constantly building up her self-esteem only so that she’d be able to try again with someone else who wasn’t me. Every time I consoled her I could feel a part of my soul was being painfully ripped away, but I forced myself to hide it. I did truly value our friendship and I wanted her to be happy, but it was killing me that she couldn’t see how I really felt about her.

As time progressed I found myself getting more and more bitter. It was difficult for me to believe that she couldn’t really see how I felt about her, yet the alternative was also tough to swallow. Alexa never struck me as the sadistic type, and it didn’t seem likely that she’d be using my attraction towards her as a way of controlling me, but I couldn’t see how else she could be so oblivious. I found myself growing deeply resentful when she told me about the men she was attracted to; it was a constant struggle just to avoid screaming at her for not giving me a chance.

It was about six months after we had first started talking that I finally lost it. We were talking about her most recent unrequited crush and how she felt like he didn’t even know she existed. This was painful, but hardly abnormal. I told her how she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, which I had told her countless times in the past. Normally she’d just shrug it off and continue complaining, but that time she responded in a way I didn’t like.

I know you think that, she sobbed, but you seem to be the only one. No guy that I’m attracted to seems to even notice me; I swear to god I think I’m going to die a virgin. I just don’t see why I can’t find a guy that’s hot who likes me.

I don’t know if it was the casual implication that she wasn’t even remotely attracted to me, the lack of gratitude for my compliment, or just the complete obliviousness to my attraction; but I just couldn’t take it any longer. I consciously knew that every bit of pain that I had experienced in talking to her was my own goddamned fault for putting myself in that situation, but at that moment I felt like she was doing it to me on purpose. I didn’t feel like her friend, I felt like her doormat, and I wasn’t able to tolerate that any longer. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to make her hurt as much as she had made me hurt.

I can’t believe that they don’t notice you, I shrugged, doing my best to hide my rage. I mean, at your weight I have to think that you’d be pretty hard to miss.

Excuse me? she said, sounding deeply hurt. I knew I should have stopped there, but I was still angry and I needed to vent.

I’m saying the problem isn’t that they don’t notice you," I explained, it’s that they just don’t want you. Look, it’s like this. Say you head down to a farm and see a cow. Just because you don’t fuck the cow doesn’t mean that you didn’t notice that it existed – it just means that you’re not into bestiality. Given that the average cow is both thinner and sexier than you, I think it’s perfectly understandable why they aren’t hitting on you.

I could hardly believe that I had just said such hurtful things, but it was too late to take it back. She had heard what I said clearly, as was evidenced by the betrayed look on her face. I felt terrible, but before I could apologize she disconnected. I tried to reconnect, but unsurprisingly, she declined my call. I had no idea what the healthy thing to do would be in that situation, so I did what seemed like the exact opposite. Emotionally volatile, I grabbed a bottle of vodka and started drinking.

I tried to tell myself that I had done the right thing, and in some ways I believed it. I knew that our relationship was completely unhealthy, and I knew that things would be easier without her constantly occupying my thoughts. I still hated the fact that I had hurt a friend and probably destroyed our friendship, but I knew that I couldn’t continue things the way that they were. As the alcohol started to work through my system, I tried to convince myself that she deserved it for having been so oblivious to my attraction to her, though I couldn’t seem to believe that. It felt important, though – I suspected that I might never speak to her again and I wanted to believe that it somehow wasn’t entirely my fault.

A few hours later my Skype window popped up again. To my surprise, it was Alexa. Unfortunately, after significant drinking I had managed to convince myself that the whole thing was at least mostly her fault, and I no longer wanted to apologize – I wanted to fight. I figured she had only called to tell me to go to hell anyway, so it wasn’t like I would be burning any new bridges. Preparing myself to go for the throat in a futile attempt to save what little dignity I might have had left, I clicked answer.

As her face popped up on the screen, though, I felt myself knocked off balance. I had expected to see her teeth bared and ready to hit back, but that wasn’t what I saw at all. She didn’t look angry, she looked devastated. I could feel my rage slipping away and being replaced by remorse for what I had said.

Okay, before you say anything, she began, I’m sorry. I realize that I was being a total bitch, and I hope that you can forgive me.

I had absolutely no idea how to react. I hadn’t dreamed that she might actually apologize to me and I certainly didn’t have a plan for it. A part of me was thrilled that I apparently hadn’t managed to completely destroy our friendship, but at the same time I couldn’t stand to go back to the way things had been. Emboldened by the alcohol coursing through my veins, I spat out the first idiotic thing that came to my mind.

You should be, I growled. Maybe if you weren’t always such a cunt to me you wouldn’t still be a virgin. We’re only a hundred miles apart, if you had asked me nicely I might have been willing to fuck your fat ass just as a personal favor.

Even as drunk as I was I knew that I shouldn’t have said that, but it was again too late to take back. Surprisingly, though, Alexa again failed to react in the way that I would have anticipated. Rather than being offended, she looked almost intrigued. I told myself that it was just wishful thinking, but it almost looked like she was thinking about asking me nicely.

Worried that I was going to fuck things up beyond repair if I kept talking to her while I was drunk and emotionally erratic, I told her that I had to go and immediately disconnected. It wasn’t the smoothest exit ever, but I didn’t trust myself. I realized that the mere fact that we were still on speaking terms was a small miracle, and I didn’t want to push my luck. After shutting down my computer, I went to bed.

We spoke again the next day, though we didn’t speak about any of the things that I had said. I wasn’t sure if she failed to bring it up out of politeness or out of fear that I’d hurt her again, but I was okay with that. I was ashamed of my actions and I wasn’t eager to discuss them. I wasn’t going to forget what I had said, but I didn’t want to be reminded either. At the same time, though, a part of me enjoyed the feeling of power that I had experienced when I hurt her. I didn’t like that I had made her cry, but for the first time in our relationship I felt like I wasn’t just her bitch.

Over the next few weeks our relationship changed dramatically. I wasn’t intentionally verbally abusive or anything, but I no longer put even the slightest effort into building up her self-esteem. If she hinted that she felt ugly, I’d ignore it instead of rushing to tell her that she was beautiful. Expectedly, it did wonders for my self-esteem. Unexpectedly, Alexa actually seemed to react positively to it as well. Though I couldn’t put my finger on it, it felt like she actually respected me far more than she had before. It felt like she viewed me as a man, rather than some sexless eunuch.

I liked the way that our relationship was going, but I wanted more. Even though I no longer told her how pretty she was I still felt tremendously attracted to her, and I really wanted to move our relationship forward. Complimenting her had gotten me nowhere, so I went in the opposite direction. When she hinted she felt ugly, instead of just shrugging it off I’d agreed with her. I wasn’t outright insulting or anything, but I’d act as if her lack of physical beauty was an obvious fact that she didn’t need to point out. It was a lie, of course – I actually struggled to repress my desire to tell her that I thought she was insanely hot – but she seemed to react favorably to it.

She stopped talking to me about the guys that she had a crush on. At first I thought that was because of what had happened the last time, but as time progressed I began to suspect that wasn’t the only reason. I worried that it was probably just wishful thinking, but something about the way that we interacted made me think that it might have been because I was the guy that she had a crush on. It seemed unlikely, but all of a sudden I felt like I might actually have a chance with her. I knew that I had to do something.

After a week of casually insulting her I made my move. My instinct was to tell her that I was madly in lust with her and wanted nothing more than to move our relationship forward, but I resisted that. By that point I was convinced that Alexa simply didn’t respond well to positive feedback, and though I felt a little uncomfortable about it I couldn’t deny that insulting her actually made me feel good. Rather than plan out some grand romantic gesture I simply got drunk sent her a casual e-mail, doing my best to appear as disinterested as possible.

I have no plans this weekend, I wrote. We’ve been friends for a while, and I’m starting to feel bad for you – the way things are going, it’s looking like you really will never lose your virginity. I’m not crazy about doing it, but if you’re free I’m willing to drive over and throw you a quick pity fuck. Let me know, and no hard feelings if you’d prefer not to. Trust me; I know I can do better.

She replied less than an hour later to tell me that she was free that weekend. Although she technically hadn’t agreed to fuck, I took her willingness to meet in real life to mean that she was interested – after all, it wasn’t like I had concealed my intentions. Feigning more confidence than I was actually feeling, I quickly wrote back to hash out the details.

We agreed to meet up in a motel room near where she lived. Alexa still lived with her parents, so going to her place was out of the question. Taking her back to my place wasn’t out of the question, but I did live two hours from her. Although I didn’t have to worry about explaining my absence to any parental figures, at nineteen years old she didn’t have that luxury. Pissing away four hours for travel time didn’t really make sense. Meeting her for the first time in person in a cheap motel room made me feel extremely sleazy, but it made the most sense. Besides, what I was doing felt already tremendously sleazy – it wasn’t like a change of venue would have made any real difference.

We met up in the lobby of the motel on Saturday afternoon. I’m not generally nervous when meeting someone new, but for whatever reason I felt almost shy. Fortunately, it seemed like she was far more nervous than I was. It made sense, in a way – she was planning to lose her virginity that day, while I had lost mine long before. Either way, I liked it. Her being so nervous made it much less likely that she’d notice how nervous I was feeling.

We headed to our room, talking idly about completely inconsequential matters. Her nervousness was helping me to calm down a lot; by the time that I had closed the door behind us I was feeling pretty confident. She seemed to be calming down as well, though I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that. I no longer needed her discomfort to relax myself, but I kind of liked her being a little jumpy. In a sick way, the fact that she was so socially uncomfortable around me was sexy – it let me know that she perceived me as a predator, which in turn made it easier for me to act like one. I didn’t want her to have a heart attack or anything, but I wanted to stretch her fear out a little longer.

You can lose your clothes now, I mentioned as I locked the door.

Alexa looked at me quizzically, as if trying to determine how serious I was. Returning her look with one of stern obstinance, I watched as she slowly approached me and reached for my shirt. It wasn’t exactly unexpected. Despite the fact that I had seen images of her naked body countless times in the past, she was alone when they were taken. No longer alone, it was completely understandable that she wouldn’t want to be the only naked person in the room. Unfortunately for her, that was how I wanted it. Grabbing her wrist, I twisted her arm painfully away from my body and slapped her across her face lightly. I didn’t hit her hard enough to actually hurt significantly, but I felt that I had to make it clear that ignoring my orders would not be tolerated.

Don’t make me repeat myself, I warned. I didn’t drive over here to stand around in some shitty motel room and make pointless chit-chat; I came here to fuck your disgusting whore ass. Incidentally, I’m still not even convinced that I want to do that – you looked far more fuckable online than you do in real life. If you want me to have the dishonor of being the guy to finally take your virginity, you’re going to have to prove to me that you’re at least capable of obeying a simple command. Got it, bitch?

I was a little worried that I had pushed too far too quickly. I’m sure Alexa had expected me to be cruel from the tone of our recent conversations, but she looked almost terrified. I liked the fear, but I didn’t want her to be too afraid to actually do anything. Fortunately, she managed to get over it. Still timid and nervous, she began to slowly strip out of her clothes. I was glad to see that I hadn’t scared her off, but I wanted to push her a little bit harder just to see how she’d react.

Should I come back in a couple hours? I asked. I only ask because at this rate, that’s about how long I could see it taking before you’re actually naked. I’ll tell you, bitch – I’m beginning to think you don’t want me to fuck you. If that’s the case, that’s cool – it’s not like I can’t do better, anyway. If I’m wrong, though, I strongly suggest you get your whore ass moving and lose the clothes before you bore me to death.

Alexa looked surprisingly worried. I thought for sure that she’d know I was bluffing – I didn’t drive two hours only to go back home and jerk off – but she seemed to actually buy into it. Moving quickly, she stripped down to her bra and panties. Shooting me a pleading look, she begged me with her eyes to let her keep her underwear on or at least get naked myself so that she wouldn’t feel so awkward. It was a fair desire, but I didn’t feel like being fair. Letting out an exasperated sigh, I conveyed to her that she was testing patience that I did not possess. With a defeated look on her face, Alexa stripped out of the flimsy cotton garments.

It wasn’t like I had never seen her nude before, but seeing her in person was an entirely different experience. I don’t know if her camera was shitty or it was just a subconscious realization that I could actually do something this time, but she looked about a billion times hotter standing there in the flesh than she ever had when she was just an image on my computer screen. My instinct was to tell her that, but I repressed it. Alexa didn’t need another guy telling her how beautiful she was and I didn’t want to risk going back to our old relationship dynamic. Fighting back my instinct, I did my best to feign a look of quiet disgust.

Jesus, I sighed. I can’t believe that I drove all the way down her for this. I mean, I could have just sat around at home jerking off to pictures of dead pigs and saved some gas money. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to get it up now that I see you in person.

I studied her face carefully. I’m sure she felt extremely vulnerable standing naked before me, and I had just flat-out insulted her appearance. Fortunately, she seemed to enjoy it on some level at least. Though she looked completely mortified and afraid, she also looked fairly aroused. On a personal level, I enjoyed insulting her far more than I would have expected to. I know it’s petty, but I was still angry at her for the six months that I spent being her doormat and I was getting off on punishing her for that. Wanting to push further, I took a marker out of my pocket and approached her.

Take your tits for example, I explained, drawing large black X’s along her breasts. You claimed to be a C-cup. Either you’re lying, or you desperately need to get fitted for a new bra. I wouldn’t waste the time or money, though – I don’t think they make bras with cup sizes small enough for those mosquito bites. Just the same, I have to admit that I’m a little impressed – I’ve never seen titties that small sag so much. It almost seems like it should be physically impossible, yet here they are.

I was completely and utterly full of shit. While I don’t know if a C-cup would have been her exact size, it seemed like it would be close enough. It didn’t really matter anyway; while I appreciate large breasts anything larger than what she had would have looked ridiculous on her body. The claims that they were sagging were also laughable – I had been with women who had implants that sagged more than Alexa’s breasts. Still, she seemed to buy it. I don’t know if it was her self-esteem issues, the fact that I was probably playing directly into her unspoken fantasies, or just fear of pissing me off; but she offered no argument.

I’m sorry? she offered timidly.

I’m not done, I replied harshly, slapping her ass hard to let her know that she shouldn’t interrupt me.

Taking the marker, I then drew a large circle around her stomach. In reality it was almost concave; there was practically no fat to be found anywhere. I didn’t really care, though. She hadn’t called me out on my bullshit with her tits; I suspected she wouldn’t call me out on other bullshit either.

Your gut, I continued, might be the problem. Perhaps your tits are seeing how it sags over your waist and attempting to emulate that. God, it’s really unfortunate that we can’t move the fat in your massive belly into your tits – you’d be an F-cup at least. Sure, they’d probably still sag like a cow’s udders, but hey – at least you wouldn’t be mistaken for a twelve year old boy.

Alexa’s facial expression was complex. She looked simultaneously humiliated, terrified, and turned on. It was the reaction that I hoping for, but I wanted more. Spinning her around, I defaced her ass with the marker, commenting the entire time about how fat and disgusting it was. Focusing on her face, I made numerous marks around her cheeks while spouting whatever bullshit I could think of as to how she was absolutely hideous. I didn’t believe a word of what I was saying, but it didn’t really matter – her reaction said that it was working.

Having made my marks all over her body, I wrote the phrase FAT PIG in large letters across her forehead. It bothered me that she wouldn’t be able to see it, so I wrote UGLY WHORE in larger letters on her chest immediately above her tits. I liked the reaction that I got when she looked down and saw that, so I continued. I covered nearly all of her body with degrading phrases, all focused on how worthless, ugly, and cheap she was.

By the time I was finished there wasn’t a single square inch of Alexa’s skin that didn’t have some ink on it and she had begun to softly cry. I felt a tiny pang of guilt, but I reminded myself of all how shitty she had made me feel back when I was telling her that she was beautiful. Besides, it looked like she was enjoying it on some level. It wasn’t just the skin beneath her eyes that was getting damp; I could plainly see her inner thighs beginning to glisten as her pussy grew wet. She might have been emotionally traumatized, but she was also extremely turned on. Noticing that I had noticed how aroused she was, Alexa began to blush in embarrassment.

God, your cunt is actually drooling, I sneered. Do you have any idea how pathetic that is? Decent women don’t react like that to being informed as to how repugnant they are, so I have to wonder – what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you just so stupid that you don’t understand the things I’ve written on your skin, or is it that you’re so thrilled that you’ve found someone who would consider fucking a fat cow like you that you’re willing to ignore it?

I’m sorry, Alexa again offered timidly.

I didn’t ask you to apologize, you ignorant whore, I growled, grabbing her hair tightly and pulling her face close to mine. I asked you why your disgusting cow twat is leaking all over your thighs, and I expect an answer. What is it, bitch? Are you so fucking pathetic that you still want to fuck me, even knowing that I find your body utterly repulsive in every possible way?

I guess, she quietly sobbed. I was glad that I made her strip first – if it weren’t for her visible wetness I would have honestly believed that she hated every aspect of what I was doing.

That’s unfortunate, I sighed. I’m afraid I have some bad news for you, bitch. I knew you were an ugly whore from your pictures, but I really had no idea just how much of a boner killer you were in real life. I know I said I might take your virginity, but I have my standards. Still, I did waste the day driving down here, and I suppose I can take a little pity on you and let you suck my dick – provided you get down on your knees and beg for it, of course. Maybe if you do a good enough job I might just bend you over and fuck that fat, flabby ass of yours.

Alexa looked surprisingly concerned; she was clearly more frightened by my threat of not fucking her than I expected. I was bluffing, of course – my cock was already growing hard just from humiliating her and there really wasn’t any way that I was going to pass up a chance to fuck her. Still, she seemed to have bought my act. She quickly dropped to her knees, tears still streaming down her face, and reached forward to unzip my jeans.

Unfortunately, she had neglected to beg me first. I considered letting it slide – god knows I had put her through enough already – but I didn’t want to set a bad precedent. I gave her another playful slap across the face and then forcefully shoved her back, causing her to land painfully on her ass. Alexa looked up at me, her face displaying confusion and fear.

I told you to beg, slut, I explained as she crawled back up to her knees. You didn’t actually think I’d let an ugly skank like you suck my cock just because she wanted to, did you? Come on, now – even you can’t be that stupid.

I’m sorry, she offered meekly. May I please suck your cock? I know that I don’t deserve to, but I promise I’ll do my best? I won’t tell anyone, so no one will ever find out.

I guess it would be cruel not to let you, I sighed. I’ll let you suck my dick, but don’t get your hopes up – I doubt I’ll be able to cum with a fat cow like you.

Alexa quickly crawled forward and unzipped my pants before I could change my mind. By that point I was rock hard, which probably undermined my bullshit story about finding her repulsive. Fortunately, I think she was far too afraid of pissing me off to actually say anything about it.

Wrapping her hand around the base, Alexa looked at it with confusion and fear. It was understandable – she was a virgin after all, and mine was probably the first cock that she had ever actually touched. Still, it felt inappropriate for me to just let her hesitation slide. Running my hand through her hair, I gripped it tightly and slapped her again across her face.

Alexa opened her mouth in surprise and confusion, giving me the opportunity I wanted. Still gripping her hair, I pulled her in hard and forced my cock into her mouth. After giving her a second to adjust, I began to fuck her face. Since it was her first time having a dick in her mouth I was careful not to penetrate her throat, but I still managed to be extremely rough with her. With each stroke she let out a pathetic, whimpering gargle, but I showed her no mercy.

What exactly is the point of my letting you suck my dick if you’re just going to go all passive on me? I asked her. All I’m really doing is jerking off with your mouth right now. If I wanted to do all of the work, I’d just use my hand – it’s warmer, tighter, and doesn’t make those disgusting whimpers you keep making. What a useless fucking slut you turned out to be; can’t even manage to suck a dick without embarrassing yourself.

Having told her what I expected I stopped guiding her motions with my hand. I maintained my grip on her hair just the same, but I let her take over how she moved her head. Unsurprisingly, she slowed down a little, though she continued going faster than I’m sure was comfortable. I considered correcting her lack of speed, but I decided to let it slide. I doubted she could maintain the violent nature with which I had been fucking her mouth earlier, and I didn’t want her to start thinking that I was some kind of a monster. Relaxing my grip, I let her do her thing for a few minutes in order to give her some time to adjust.

Getting bored already, I sighed. You’re not going nearly deep enough – you’ve really only sucked the first half of my dick. Is this your way of insulting me, by telling me that you find my cock so repulsive that you’d never actually suck the entire thing?

No! she exclaimed after wrenching her head off of it. That’s not it at all! It just won’t fit – if I go any deeper, I’ll throw up.

What the fuck do I care? I sneered, forcing my cock back into her mouth. If you can’t learn to suppress your gag reflex then maybe you deserve to suffer a little. Besides, it’s not like puking is going to make you any uglier. You have one minute, bitch – if you haven’t stuffed my entire cock down your throat and touched your nose to my belly button by then, I’m going to cum on your face and be on my way. I don’t really give a fuck, but if you don’t want to spend the rest of your meaningless life as two-thirds a virgin you should probably get your shit together and stop embarrassing yourself with such a pathetic excuse for a blowjob.

She looked up at me with her eyes and pleaded for mercy, but I ignored it. I knew that taking my entire length down her throat would be difficult, but I believed that she was capable. Either way, my threat to finish on her face and leave her was pure bullshit. I wasn’t about to be satisfied with having just fucked her mouth; even if she didn’t manage to deep throat me in the allotted time I would have just made up some lame excuse to give her another chance.

She didn’t try to do it all at once, which was probably wise. Instead, she went slightly deeper with each thrust. She was obviously struggling with the pain that my cock was inflicting on her throat; I could see the anguish in her eyes. I felt a little bad for her, but I couldn’t back out at that point. Relaxing my grip, I watched as she went deeper and deeper, until she had actually managed to stuff my entire cock into her mouth. She looked like she was about to vomit, but she also looked strangely proud of herself.

I was actually pretty impressed with her. I didn’t think that she would be able to take my cock down her throat so quickly and I felt like she deserved a reward. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her off of my dick and shoved her towards the bed. She looked slightly worried that she had offended me, though simultaneously grateful that the abuse to her mouth was over for the moment.

That was just sad, I sighed. In a screwed-up way, you’re actually lucky that you’re so fucking terrible at sucking dick – I don’t think you could make me cum with that talentless mouth regardless of how much time I give you. I’m a charitable guy, though, and I realize that it’s not entirely your fault that you’re so inexperienced. I’m going to let it slide – for now, at least.

Are you going to fuck me? she asked, sounding anxious, afraid, and hopeful at the same time.

God, no, I laughed. I wouldn’t fuck a fat cow like you even if you had done well, let alone after that abortion of a blowjob. I’m a charitable guy, but I’m not a fucking saint. What I will do, though, is fuck you up your asshole. It might not be exactly the same, but it’s about the best that a disgusting whore like you can hope for. Get yourself ready, bitch – I don’t plan to be gentle.

I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a tube a personal lubrication that I had brought specifically for that purpose and tossed it towards Alexa. She picked it up and shot me a confused look, probably wondering why I was demanding that she prepare herself for anal sex instead of doing it myself. I thought about doing it – god knows I wouldn’t have minded fingering her asshole – but it felt like it would be more humiliating to force her to do it while I watched. Tapping my foot impatiently, I tried to impress upon her that she was wasting time.

Alexa nervously squirted some lube onto her fingers, then reached down between her legs and began to slowly work it in. She looked absolutely mortified; I’m sure she would have liked some privacy. Unfortunately for her, her shame was a major turn-on for me. Besides, privacy felt inappropriate – I was about to ram my cock up her ass, getting shy that I was watching her just seemed silly.

God you’re slow, I criticized. You’ll regret that, you know. I’m going to be fucking your ass in a few minutes regardless of how ready you are. If you haven’t prepared yourself by then, it’s going to hurt like hell – but I’ll still fuck you hard and won’t stop until I’m done, regardless of how painful it might be. Get up on the bed, on your hands and knees, and start to really finger fuck your asshole. Don’t worry about looking like a slut or anything – I promise you, my opinion of you couldn’t possibly get any lower than it already is.

Alexa let out a humiliated groan but complied with my instructions just the same. Climbing up on the bed, she got down on all fours and reached back to continue finger-fucking her own asshole. She was slightly more aggressive than she had been before, though I suspected that it was because she was no longer facing me and therefor was able to pretend that she was alone. I appreciated the added aggression, but I didn’t want her to forget about me and get too comfortable.

Faster, bitch, I instructed. You’re supposed to be stretching your asshole out and getting it nice and slippery, not just fucking yourself in the wrong hole. God, you’re really enjoying fingering your own asshole, aren’t you?

A little? she replied nervously. Her voice reeked of shame, but I also heard a good amount of lust in it as well – I suspected that there was nothing little about her enjoyment.

That’s just pathetic, I laughed. You really are a dumb whore, aren’t you? You’re not supposed to enjoy it in the ass, slut. Hell, that’s a big part of why I’m using that hole – you simply don’t deserve the pleasure of getting fucked like a real woman. Maybe you’re just too stupid to understand the difference between your cunt and your asshole, but I’m willing to help fix that. You’re stretching your ass out with your right hand like a good little bitch, but you’re not doing anything with your left hand. Use it to play with your clit, slut – god knows no one else is going to do it for you.

Alexa obeyed my order much quicker than I expected. Burying her face in the bed, she reached back with her free hand and began to fuck herself aggressively. I suspect that she was extremely turned on and desperately wanted to play with herself, but was too embarrassed to do so without explicitly being told by me.

As I watched her degrade herself I quickly stripped out of my remaining clothing. I was enjoying the show, but I was also feeling impatient. My cock was throbbing, and I wanted to do something with it quickly. Alexa had managed to fit two fingers up her ass by that point, but I suspected that she could be doing more.

Getting real bored here, bitch, I sighed. It’s bad enough that I’m going to disgrace myself by fucking a fat pig like you in the ass, but making me wait for it is just completely unacceptable. I’m not sure if you’re incompetent or just trying to insult me, but I can promise you that you’ll regret it soon either way.

I’m going as fast as I can! she protested. Please don’t be angry, I swear to god that I’m not trying to insult you!

You say you’re going as fast as you can, but I’m pretty sure that you could go faster, I shrugged. How about this – you have one minute to get yourself ready. After that, I’m going to shove my dick right up that fat cow ass of yours whether you’re ready or not. If you’re ready, fine. If not, try to keep the whimpering down – fucking your ass is disgusting enough without having to listen to you crying.

Alexa groaned loudly, but forced a third finger up her ass. As she began to pump them in and out it was apparent that it was painful to her, but I figured she could take it. Sure, it might hurt her, but it would be less painful in the long run than getting fucked in her asshole unprepared. Besides, watching her hurt herself like that was a major turn-on – I was already regretting promising her a full minute.

It took her about thirty seconds before she had adjusted to the third finger. Not wasting time, Alexa forced a fourth finger up her ass and began to very slowly pump them all in and out. She wasn’t able to go very deep, but it was still fun to watch. A part of me considered giving her more time just to see how thoroughly she could degrade herself, but I chose not to – I really didn’t feel like waiting much longer.

By the time the minute ended she had managed to get four fingers into her ass almost all the way up to the final knuckle. I was impressed – she obviously was willing to really hurt herself for my amusement, and I liked that. Unfortunately for Alexa, I was also impatient. I’m sure she could have benefitted from more time, but I was done with waiting. Besides, I figured she was prepared enough that she wouldn’t be in any overt medical danger – it just might hurt a little more than she’d prefer. Approaching the bed, I grabbed the tube of lube and rubbed a some onto my throbbing cock.

That’s enough time, slut, I informed her. Hopefully you’re ready; if not then let this be a lesson to you. An ugly cow like you should always be prepared for an ass-fucking. Sure, your repulsive layers of fat will keep most men away from you, but on the off chance that someone is feeling charitable you ought to be prepared – and someone as hideous as you certainly isn’t going to be taking it up the cunt. Get your fingers out of your ass and brace yourself – I’m not planning to go in gentle.

Alexa nervously removed her hand from her asshole. Surprisingly, she continued to finger fuck her pussy as I got into position, even though I hadn’t explicitly ordered her to do so. I couldn’t blame her – I could both see and hear how tremendously wet she was, and I suspected it might even be painful for her to stop. I thought about ordering her to stop just because of that, but decided to be merciful – I was about to put her in enough pain as it was without adding sexual frustration.

Placing one hand on her hip, I used the other hand to guide my cock into her asshole. Even with the preparation she had done she was still extremely tight – I had to press hard just to get the tip in. I considered ramming it into her painfully, but decided not to. Although I had threatened that I would, I didn’t want to actually hurt her so bad that it would be medically necessary for me to stop. Fighting against my growing desire, I forced myself to go extremely slowly.

Apparently it was a good thing that I did go slowly. As I gradually forced inch after inch of my cock into Alexa’s virgin asshole she whimpered loudly in pain – I’m sure if I had started quickly she really wouldn’t have been able to take it. She was obviously hurting, though that pain didn’t seem to be doing much to turn her off – even with her pathetic cries I could still here the wet sloshing noises of her fingers rapidly pumping in and out of her twat. Reminding myself of how much it had hurt when she was ignoring me, I continued to force myself into her as she grunted in extreme pain.

It took a while, but eventually I was buried up to my balls in her ass. Alexa was crying pretty heavily, but she still continued to fuck herself with her left hand. Keeping my cock buried in her, I reaching forward, grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her face up. I wanted to see her anguish and I didn’t like her hiding her face in the bed. I knew that I should have felt bad for hurting her, but I was drunk with power and a feeling of retribution for how she had hurt me in the past.

Congratulations, bitch, I laughed. You’re finally getting ass-fucked. Most women would be horrified to be getting fucked up the ass by a man who clearly doesn’t respect them, but you know better than to think that, don’t you? Tell me that you know this is all you’re worth and you should be grateful for it, bitch.

This is all I’m worth, she groaned, her voice soaked in lust and shame. ‘I’m grateful for it – I know that you’re doing me a favor by fucking me in my fat ass.

I gave her a few more moments to adjust to having my dick up her ass, and then began to fuck her slowly. It was actually fairly difficult for me – every part of my instinct screamed that I should just pound her as hard as I could – but I managed to force myself to move at a snail’s pace. I’d like to say that Alexa appreciated my restraint, but really she just continued to whimper in pain.

It wasn’t just pained whimpering that I heard, though. Listening carefully, I could make out rhythmic moaning hidden inside her cries. It actually sounded kind of like she was consciously trying to disguise the fact that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. I didn’t really mind, but I liked the idea of further humiliating her. If she was ashamed of the fact that she was getting off on being abused, I wanted to bring that out into the open.

I can hear you moaning, you fucking slut, I informed her. I don’t know why you’re trying to hide it, either – I could have guessed how much a disgusting whore like you would love getting her dirty little asshole fucked.

I’m not trying to hide it! she protested. It just hurts!

Well, then you should have done a better job getting ready, I shrugged. I mean honestly – you didn’t think I was going to fuck you in that flabby excuse for a cunt that you have between your legs, now did you? You should have known that you’d be getting fucked in your ass, and you have no one but yourself to blame for that. Moving forward, I want to hear you moan like the slut you are. If you want to ever have a chance of getting fucked in the pussy, you had better make me believe that you’re having the time of your worthless life right now.

You’ll actually fuck my pussy? she asked.

I’m not promising anything, I laughed back. However, if you lose ten pounds or so and we put a bag over your head, it might not be completely out of the question. You’re getting ahead of yourself, though – right now, you should be focused on letting me know how much you love getting your disgusting pig asshole fucked before I lose interest in you entirely. Let me hear you moan, bitch.

Alexa began moaning openly. The timing would have made me suspect that she was just faking it in order to obey me, but the moans sounded legitimate – if she was faking it, she was significantly better at faking it than any virgin should have been. I suspected that it was just like when I had ordered her to fuck herself – she secretly wanted to do so all along, but was too ashamed to actually do it until after I had explicitly ordered her.

I continued to fuck her at an extremely slow pace for a minute or so, listening as the pain in her moans gradually faded away. Figuring she could handle it, I began to slowly build up speed. I paced myself – I didn’t want to tear her apart or anything – but after a couple more minutes I was fucking her ass at a reasonable pace. Gripping her hips with my hands, I drove into her with long, solid strokes.

By that point it sounded as though Alexa had almost completely gotten over the pain. There was still a hint of discomfort in her moans, though I suspected that was just as much from the humiliation that I had inflicted as any physical damage. Even that was fading – it sounded as if she had almost forgotten the degrading things that I had said and done to her. I liked the fact that she was enjoying herself, but I didn’t want her getting too comfortable – I was enjoying her suffering far too much to just let it end.

You sound fucking ridiculous, slut, I criticized. I realize that I’m the one that told you to moan, but hearing a fat pig like you making human sounds is just unsettling. Let’s try something a little more natural – I want you to stop pretending that you’re a woman and act like the pig you are. Oink for me, bitch.

Alexa turned her head to look back at me and shot me a look of absolute horror. She begged me with her eyes to cut her some slack and rescind my order, but I wasn’t feeling merciful. Forcing her to literally squeal like a pig wouldn’t actually do anything for me, but I knew it would be extremely humiliating for her and that was what I cared about. Hoping to impress upon her that she should have obeyed me by then I drove my cock into her ass hard, causing her to cry out in pain.

Alexa’s face was bright red with shame, but she forced out a reluctant oink. I could tell how much it hurt her to have to do such a degrading thing, but I still wasn’t satisfied. Grabbing her by her hair, I jerked back hard while thrusting into her to let her know that I wanted more. As tears of shame ran down her face, Alexa forced herself to let out a stream of humiliating oinking sounds, timed to correspond with my sadistic thrusts into her ass. I could tell that she hated it, but I could also here the lust in her voice – whether she wanted to or not, she was getting off on being forced to imitate a pig. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but it actually sounded like she was approaching orgasm as well.

You know, I stated, fucking you in your fat ass isn’t quite as bad as I thought it would be. Especially with looking away from me, I can just close my eyes and pretend that I’m with actually fucking a real woman instead of some disgusting whale. Plus, you’re easy – most women have too much dignity and self-respect to just bend over and take it up the ass, but you apparently realize that that’s exactly what you’re for. Don’t get the wrong idea or anything – I most certainly don’t love and respect you – but I might actually be willing to do this again in the future. You’ll never be my first choice, of course, but when I’m unable to get someone less disgusting I think I’ll throw you a bone. How’s that make you feel, bitch?

Will you fuck my pussy next time? she asked.

We’ve been through this, bitch, I sighed. If you want me to fuck your disgusting little pussy, you’re going to need to lose ten pounds and get a burlap sack for your head – preferably something extremely thick. As it stands, you’re far too disgusting to me to fuck in any hole other than your ass or mouth. It’s critical that you understand this concept – I don’t want you forgetting your place and assuming that you’re anything more than just a convenient place to dump cum. Explain to me why you don’t deserve to get your pussy fucked, bitch.

Because I’m fat? she offered lamely.

Not good enough, I growled, jerking hard on her hair for emphasis. I’m not looking for a few words; I want you to really explain it. Be elaborate, be vulgar, and spare yourself no dignity. If I have to warn you again, I promise you that you’ll regret it.

I don’t deserve to get my pussy fucked because I’m a stupid fat cow, she moaned. I’m far too disgusting for that honor, and you probably couldn’t even stay hard while fucking me anyway. The best I can hope for is getting my fat cow ass fucked, and I should be extremely grateful for that.

Good slut, I laughed. Moving forward, what do you need to do if you want me to fuck that disgusting slime hole that you call a pussy?

I need to lose ten pounds, she moaned, and get a thick bag to cover my head.

You’re paying attention, I acknowledged. I like that. Now, I’m sure you know why you need to lose weight – aside from the fact that you’re disgusting as you are, there’s logistical concerns. I’m not even sure I’d be able to reach your twat with all those rolls of fat surrounding it. I’m curious, though – why do you think you need to have a bag over your head?

Because of how ugly I am? she guessed. That way you don’t have to see my disgusting face when you fuck me, and you can pretend that I’m someone you’d actually fuck willingly.

You catch on quick for such a stupid bitch, I laughed. You’re right though – that’s exactly what the bag is for. In fact, I might force you to help me pretend that you’re someone else. You wouldn’t have a problem with it if I called you a different woman’s name, would you bitch?

Not at all, she moaned. If you were fucking me, you could call me anything you wanted. I’d just be happy for the attention, even if that attention was meant for someone who isn’t me. I know that I don’t deserve it anyway, so it’s only fair.

I’m glad you understand, I replied. I’m going to want you to help with that, too. We’ll meet again here next weekend, and I want you to bring some things. Obviously you’ll have to bring a bag for your head, but I want you to bring a few pictures of your female friends as well. Headshots, specifically. If you manage to earn the right to lose your virginity then I’ll pick one that I would actually fuck, and tape her picture onto your bag. It will be horribly degrading to you, of course – I’ll expect you to answer to her name and everything – but if you play your cards right, you might not end up dying a virgin after all. You don’t have any problem with this, do you bitch?

I don’t, she moaned in response. I understand that a fat, ugly cow like me can’t be too picky, and I’m grateful that you would even consider disgracing yourself by fucking me. I’ll do anything you tell me to in order to make it less disgusting, I promise.

It sounded like she was actually getting extremely close to orgasm. Unfortunately, having her verbally degrade herself was pushing me along pretty effectively as well. I tried to hold myself back, but the corrupt things that I was forcing her to say coupled with the insanely pleasurable feeling of fucking her ass was too much for me to withstand. I realized that I was going to cum and there was nothing that I could do to stop myself.

Gripping her hair tightly, I drove in hard until I was buried up to my balls in her ass. Grunting loudly, I pumped what felt like gallons of semen into her formerly virgin asshole as Alexa squirmed in pain. Her face contorted with pleasure, humiliation, and pain as I emptied my balls into her vulnerable asshole.

Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, pinning her down under my weight. I considered pulling out of her, but decided not to – even though my orgasm had ended I could still feel cum trickling out of me and into her. I liked the idea of filling her up and having it slowly leaking out of her, reminding her of the things that I had done to her, and I wanted to make sure that all of my semen got inside her. I’m sure that it was a little uncomfortable for her – after being fucked in the ass for the first time she was likely sore and eager to get my dick out of her – but I figured she’d live. Besides, we still had time and I wasn’t quite done with her yet.

Continue reading with chapter two.

Shame - Chapter Two

Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

This is chapter two of the story. If you haven't read chapter one yet, you should probably do that first.

I laid on top of Alexa’s body, trapping her under my weight with my cock slowly going limp inside of her. I was tired, sweaty, and emotionally chaotic, but I felt good. In a strange way it was nice to just have physical contact with her, even if it wasn’t overtly sexual. I was comfortable, and didn’t feel like moving.

Unfortunately for Alexa, she wasn’t quite as comfortable. Her ass must have been incredibly sore after the abuse that I had put it through and leaving my dick inside of her probably wasn’t making things any easier for her. There really wasn’t any reason for me to remain inside of her – by that point I had just shot pretty much every single sperm cell in my body up her ass – but I didn’t feel like pulling out. I liked the idea that she wanted me to, but was too nervous to actually say anything about it. Alexa didn’t seem able to work up the courage to ask me to pull out, but she did wiggle her ass as best as she could underneath me.

Keep that up and you’re just going to get me hard again, I laughed. I don’t mind or anything – I’m sure I can find a way to pump some more cum up that fat cow ass of yours. Just the same, going again so soon might hurt you a bit. Of course I don’t really mind that, either, so go nuts.

I’m sorry, she replied, but it hurts. Can you please take it out?

I could, I reasoned, but then it’ll just hurt when I ram it back into you. I’m not done with you, bitch – you’re not getting out of this after only being fucked in the ass once. I realize this is probably uncomfortable for you, but it’ll be less painful in the long run. I promise.

Alexa let out a quiet whimper but didn’t protest any further. I did actually feel a little bad for her – I had been fairly rough on her, and I’m sure she could have used a little mercy. I probably should have cut her some slack and pulled out of her, but I was afraid that it would set a bad precedent. I didn’t want her to think that she could control me by whining, and besides, I was comfortable.

Unfortunately, though I was physically comfortable I was pretty unstable emotionally. With the adrenaline leaving my body I was experiencing more than a little bit of post-orgasm guilt. It didn’t bother me much that I had completely humiliated her – I knew that was what she wanted anyway – but I was a little concerned about my ordering her to lose ten pounds. She was borderline underweight as it was, and while I had no problem degrading and abusing her I didn’t want to actually put her in a situation that would be medically dangerous. I didn’t want to rescind my demand without explanation and let her think that I was going soft on her, but I knew I had to find some way to take it back.

I’ve changed my mind about the ten pounds, I blurted out, gently rubbing her shoulders. You’re not off the hook for the rest of it, but you don’t need to lose the weight.

Are you sure? she clarified. I’ll do it if you want me to.

I don’t, I assured her. It’s a waste of time, anyway. Even if you lost every single ounce of fat from that walrus body of yours, you’d still be an ugly skank with sagging tits. In fact, I’m not taking that rule back – I’m reversing it. I want you to gain five pounds instead.

But why? she asked, sounding strangely more worried about that than she had about my ordering her to lose ten pounds.

Because I think it would be funny, I shrugged. I’m going to be butt-fucking a fat cow one way or the other, so it’s not like it makes any difference on my end. On your end, though, maybe one more person will point at you and laugh at what a hideously fat pig you are and you’ll remember that you’re such a desperate little bitch that you gained the weight and invited the abuse just to get some guy who doesn’t respect you in the slightest to fuck your disgusting little pussy. I think that would be hilarious – don’t you?

I guess, she replied lamely.

She obviously didn’t think it was funny, but her voice betrayed more than just dishonesty – she sounded a little turned on by what my most recent order. I wasn’t sure if it was just some repressed desire to gain weight or if she just liked the idea of being humiliated in a more public way, but I made a mental note of it. I was okay with it either way.

So, I know that was the first time that you got fucked in your asshole, I stated. I mean, a fat whore like you isn’t exactly likely to have guys lining up to fuck her. I’m curious, though – was that your first time getting your mouth fucked as well?

It was, she acknowledged. I really was a complete virgin in every way an hour ago.

I’m surprised, I shrugged. I can guess that you don’t have a lot of guys wanting to fuck your mouth, but I would think that at least a few would realize how easy you are and fucked it anyway. You haven’t been turning them down, have you?

No, I haven’t, she insisted. It’s just never come up. No one has been interested.

I’m not sure I believe you, I replied. It’s irrelevant, though - either way, it ends now. From now on, if anyone around you expresses an interest in receiving oral sex, you’ll offer it. I’m not just talking about if a guy says something point-blank like I would like to get a blowjob from you, either. This includes statements of anger, sarcasm, et cetera – if you get into a fight with a guy and he tells you to suck his dick, you’ll drop down to your knees and offer your mouth. If he decides to use your mouth, you’ll suck him until he cums. Is that understood?

Alexa nodded timidly, looking somewhere between horrified and intrigued. I couldn’t really blame her – having been a true virgin up until that day, the idea of going down on anyone who asked must have been fairly frightening. A part of me wanted to back down and tell her I was just kidding, but another part of me wanted to double down. With blood flowing once again from my brain to my cock, I decided to push harder – she hadn’t told me to stop yet and I really wanted to see how far I could go before she pushed back.

I’m not just talking about men, either, I continued. If a woman tells you to eat her, you’ll offer her your services just the same – I don’t want you discriminating based on gender, after all. Additionally, this includes anything you hear, not just statements addressed to you. If you’re hanging out with your friends and one of them mentions that she would really like her pussy sucked, you’ll let her know that you’d be eager and willing to suck it for her. Got that, bitch?

But I’m straight! she protested, clearly unable to just accept my rule without any fight. I can’t do that with a woman!

Beggars ought not be choosers, I shrugged. With a body that hideous you really can’t get too picky – you might prefer cock to cunt, but you’ll graciously accept whatever anyone is charitable enough to give you. On that topic, you’re to neither ask for nor accept anything in return. No payment, no reciprocation, nothing – if they ask, just let them know that you’re a stupid bitch who doesn’t deserve any kind of compensation for getting her mouth fucked, and make it clear that they’re doing you a favor just by cumming in your slut mouth. If they insist on doing something for you in return, tell them they can repay you by telling their friends about your services.

But they’ll think I’m a slut! she whined.

Yeah, well if the shoe fits, right? I laughed. Hate to break it to you, kiddo, but you’re lying naked in a shitty motel room, covered in degrading graffiti, with a man who has no respect for you at all’s cock still buried in your filthy asshole – not exactly the idea situation to claim that you really aren’t a slut. I’m not interested in arguing with you here, but I do want to make absolutely sure you understand. Explain this new rule to me just so I know you get it.

If anyone suggests that they want their dick sucked, she whimpered, sounding both mortified and incredibly turned on, I’ll offer to suck it for them. I’ll make sure that they don’t try to give me anything in return, and let them know it’s because I’m a dumb slut who doesn’t deserve anything. If they insist on giving me something, I’ll ask them to tell their friends.

Not just dicks, I corrected her. You’ll offer to suck pussies, too. You’re going to be a slut for anyone interested, not just the ones that happen to interest you.

But what if my sister says something? she demanded. She says shit all the time, but she doesn’t mean it literally! Just because she says eat me or whatever doesn’t mean she actually wants me to!

Maybe she does, maybe she doesn’t, I shrugged. You’ll be finding out for sure, though. You can try to play it off as sarcasm, but if she says anything along the lines of desiring oral, you’re going to offer. If she accepts the offer, well – your first time with a woman is going to be with your sister. It’s disgusting and pathetic, but hey, so are you.

You don’t understand! she cried. She’d tell everyone! My reputation would be ruined – everyone will think of me as some kind of slut who will go down on everyone!

I was a bit surprised by Alexa’s reaction. I could understand why she’d object to having to offer oral sex to her sister even sarcastically, but it didn’t sound like she was worried about being humiliated by having to make the offer – it sounded like she was worried that her sister would likely take her up on it. I suspected there was more going on than I was aware of, but it didn’t bother me too much. I wasn’t going to back down, anyway – I figured if Alexa was really worried about her sister fucking her face she could always simply not follow my rule. It wasn’t like I’d have any way of finding out that she had disobeyed me.

I don’t really see a problem with that, I replied. In fact, I think it’s a good thing – as it stands, people probably avoid trying to fuck your face out of fear that you might actually make them work for it. Once they find out that they can fuck your face without actually having to put any effort into it, they might be more willing to take you up on it. Over time you might actually learn how to suck dick, so maybe someday you’ll be able to give me a blowjob that’s actually enjoyable. Really, everybody wins.

Alexa still looked terrified by what I was proposing, but she didn’t exactly seem turned off by it either. It looked like she wanted to argue some more but was afraid that if she pissed me off I’d only find a new and disgusting way to humiliate her. It was just as well – my cock wasn’t quite fully erect yet but thinking about forcing her to humiliate herself in front of her friends was quickly getting it there. I’m sure she noticed as well – it was, after all, still lodged up her ass.

You feel that, don’t you bitch, I taunted, pressing my hips down to make sure that she did. My cock is growing hard inside your ass as we speak – what do you think I’m going to do with it once I’m fully erect?

I’m going to get ass-fucked again, aren’t I? she answered, sounding defeated yet secretly happy.

You sure are, I laughed. It’s probably going to hurt, too – it’s not like I gave you any recovery time, after all. You have only yourself to blame for this, though. You wanted to argue with me, and just thinking about how soon everyone is going to know what a filthy little slut you are got me going. When you spend the next several days unable to sit down without pain, hopefully you’ll remember that you shouldn’t have tried to fight me.

I wasn’t completely hard yet but I was hard enough to have a little fun with it. Slowly rolling my hips back and forward, I made sure that she could feel my dick probing her insides as I massaged her breasts with my hands. She groaned in shame and discomfort, but she didn’t ask me to stop. I’m sure that a part of that was her fear that I wouldn’t react well if she tried to give me an order but it also sounded like she was enjoying what I was doing on some level despite how sore she must have been. As I continued to lazily probe her asshole with my rapidly growing dick her groans began to take on a much more lustful note.

You’re actually getting off on this, aren’t you, slut? I laughed. Don’t think you’re fooling me – I can hear you moaning. You do realize that decent women don’t actually enjoy being fucked in the ass, especially not when they’re already sore. What’s that say about you?

Alexa buried her face in the bed; obviously uncomfortable with my question. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t really concerned with her comfort. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her head back so that I could see her face and thrust my hips forward, penetrating her ass as deeply as I could. She cried out in pain, but I could see the pleasure in her eyes as well. I might have been hurting her, but I doubt that she wanted me to stop.

I asked you a direct question, bitch, I reminded her. If you don’t want to answer right away, though, that’s fine. I’ll just think up a few new rules until you feel comfortable answering me. As it stands, you already have to gain five pounds and offer your mouth to anyone who expresses interest, but I’m sure I can do better. Go ahead and test me, bitch.

No wait, I’ll answer, she whimpered. It says that I’m a disgusting slut, I guess? I know I shouldn’t be enjoying this, and it really does hurt, but you’re right – I am getting off on getting my ass fucked.

Good girl, I laughed. I’m glad to see that you’re capable of such honesty. While you’re in that mood, I’d like to discuss the situation with your sister.

Can we please not? she moaned. I’ll do anything you say, but I really don’t want to talk about that at all.

I could understand why she wouldn’t want to talk about her family with me, especially while I was fucking her in the ass, but I didn’t really believe her. Her voice was dripping with lust; while she consciously might not have wanted to talk about her sister she obviously was turned on by the idea at least on some level. Regardless, I didn’t much care for her telling me what we could talk about. With my cock fully erect, I grabbed her waist and pulled her up to her knees. Jerking back hard I rammed my cock into her painfully, causing her to cry out. As she sobbed quietly, I began to fuck her ass again at a medium pace.

This really shouldn’t come as a surprise to you, I growled, but my concern for what you want to talk about is roughly equal to my concern for which hole you’d like me to fuck you in. I can appreciate that you don’t want to talk about how you secretly lust after your sister’s pussy, but what you want doesn’t really mean shit to me.

I don’t lust after my sister’s pussy! she protested.

Don’t you fucking lie to me, I warned, slapping her ass for emphasis. I swear to god, slut, I will make you regret it. Tell me the truth, now – you secretly fantasize about sucking your sister’s twat, don’t you?

I do, she moaned. There, I said it – can we please drop it now?

I wasn’t sure if she was actually telling me the truth or just telling me what she thought I wanted to hear. She sounded extremely turned on by what she had just said, though that could have just been the fact that I was forcing her to say disgusting things about herself. Hell, it might have even been totally unrelated – for all I knew she hated having to say what I had forced her to say and was just getting off on the ass-fucking. I really wanted to know the truth, but I couldn’t think of a way to find out.

No, we can’t drop it, I laughed. I’m not done yet. You realize that you’re the one who brought up your sister – all I said was that you’d have to suck off any woman who asked. In fact, you sounded almost convinced that if I didn’t let you out of that rule, she’d almost certainly fuck your chubby little face. What aren’t you telling me, bitch? Has your sister fucked your face before or something?

No, nothing like that, she moaned. I swear to god, I’ve never actually done anything with her. She’s going through this bisexual phase, though, and sometimes I just get a weird vibe off of her. She hasn’t like hit on me or anything, but sometimes I just really get the feeling that she thinks about it. Listen, I really need you to let me out of that rule, or at least make an exception for my sister. I’m not sure, but I think that if she thought I was even the slightest bit willing to fool around with her she’d probably take me up on it.

That doesn’t bother me, I shrugged. You’re not my girlfriend; you’re just some worthless whore to dump cum in. If she wants to make use of your mouth when I’m not fucking it, why should I object?

But it’s my sister! she cried. I don’t want to argue with you, but cut me some slack? I’ll agree to offer my mouth to any man that expresses interest – hell, I’ll even agree to offer it to any woman, even though I’m seriously not gay. Just please, please don’t make me offer it to my sister? I’m really not okay with that.

Under different circumstances I probably would have believed her. She was, after all, a heterosexual telling me that she didn’t want to engage in oral sex with her own sister – hardly a difficult concept to accept. Unfortunately, her words were undermined by the fact that she had slipped her hand back between her legs and had resumed playing with her clit. She was obviously trying to be subtle about it in the hopes that I hadn’t noticed, but I could see her shoulder twitching. She might not have wanted to actually do anything with her sister, but she clearly liked thinking about it.

Are you sure you want to negotiate here? I challenged her. Because I’m completely willing to do so, but I don’t think you’ll enjoy where we end up. As it stands now there’s a chance that you might have to eat your sister’s pussy, though it’s certainly not definite. There’s a chance that she won’t say anything even remotely related to oral sex, and this rule won’t even come up. If you want to challenge me, though, we can change it. I can force you to offer your services to her whether or not she brings it up. Hell, I can decide that the only I’ll fuck your disgusting little twat is if I can smell your sister’s cunt on your breath. Is that what you want, bitch?

No, I’m sorry, she moaned. You’re right, I don’t want to negotiate. I’ll accept your rule, okay?

I probably should have just dropped it, but I suspected that she didn’t really want me to. The muscles in her shoulder were twitching quicker; I could actually hear her fingers dipping into her cunt if I listened closely. She might have been completely mortified to have been turned on by the idea of fucking her own sister, but she was still turned on by it. That combination of shame and arousal was impossible for me to resist.

What do you think she tastes like? I asked. I’m sure you’ve thought about it before.

I don’t know, she answered. Probably similar to me, I guess? We are related after all.

You’re probably right, I agreed. Get your hand out of your crotch and into your mouth, whore. We should probably get you used to tasting pussy; it sounds like it’s going to happen anyway.

Alexa looked a little shocked by my request. I’m sure she had tasted herself before, but the context was important – tasting her own pussy out of curiosity was one thing, but tasting it while discussing before forced to suck her sister’s was something completely different. Additionally, I don’t think she realized that I knew she had been fucking herself. She briefly shot me a pleading look, but quickly realized it wasn’t going to do any good. Realizing that disobeying me would be a very bad idea, she reluctantly removed her hand from her crotch and brought it up to her face. With a look of disgust on her face, she timidly inserted it into her mouth.

It was fun watching her degrade herself, but I didn’t want her pussy to be neglected. Continuing to fuck her ass, I reached around her body and slipped my hand between her legs. As my finger slipped inside of her I found that she was incredibly wet; despite the fact that she was a virgin I could have easily slipped three fingers inside of her. Alexa groaned in shame as I began to finger fuck her cunt, I suspect both from the violation itself and from knowing that I had figured out how turned on she really was.

Jesus fucking Christ, bitch, I laughed, did you piss yourself or something? Are you normally this disgustingly wet?

Alexa timidly shook her head no, her face bright red with shame. She obviously didn’t like discussing how wet she was, but I was getting off on her shame. Pumping my fingers in and out, I did my best to make it as noisy as possible. I’m sure she felt how wet she was, but I wanted her to hear it as well and know that I was hearing it too.

I have to wonder why you’re so turned on, then, I continued. The timing is a bit suspicious, you know – we were just talking about you possibly being forced to suck your sister’s cunt. You seemed to want me to think that you didn’t want to do that, yet the wetness of your sloppy little fuck hole indicates otherwise. You actually do want to suck your sister off, don’t you?

Alexa tried to bury her face in the bed, but I wasn’t about to permit that. Holding her hair tightly I forced her to keep her face visible so that I could witness her humiliation. As tears streamed down her face she nodded timidly, indicating that I was in fact correct. She wasn’t really telling me anything that I hadn’t already figured out – the incredible wetness of her crotch had left little doubt in my mind – but it felt good to force her to admit it.

I don’t know why you’re so sad, I laughed. Frankly, you ought to be fucking thrilled – I was going to force you to suck her twat one way or the other, but at least this way you’ll enjoy it. Besides, I already knew that you were a worthless slut – while I’m a little surprised that you’d actually sink so low as to go down on your own fucking sister, it’s not like it’s a huge shock.

You can’t! she pleaded. I only like the idea of being forced to do it; I don’t actually want to do it! Please, it’s my sister – it’s gross!

It is, I agreed, but hey – so are you. You might claim that you only like the idea, but I’m pretty sure that when it happens you’ll find that you love the taste of her pussy in your mouth as well. At least, I hope you will –it’s not like I’m going to let you out of it if you decide that you’d prefer not to.

It looked like Alexa’s lust was getting the better of her. She obviously didn’t want to be turned on by the idea of having sex with her sister, and even more obviously didn’t want me to know about it. Unfortunately, try as she might she was unable to mask the intense pleasure she was feeling. Even with her hand thrust back into her mouth I could still hear her passionate moans. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but it sounded like she was actually getting pretty close to orgasm.

My fingers were drenched with her juices, and it looked like she had already licked her hand clean. Grabbing her wrist, I forced her hand back into her crotch before shoving my hand into her mouth. Alexa diligently began licking them, but that didn’t feel like it was humiliating enough. As I continued fucking her hard in the ass I began to rapidly pump my fingers in and out of her mouth, causing her to gag pathetically. I hoped to bring her back to what she was feeling when I had been fucking her face earlier, and the sounds that she was making suggested that I was successful. Even with the abuse, though, I could still hear her moaning between thrusts of my fingers. I knew that it wouldn’t be easy to make her cum, but it really sounded like she was extremely close.

Get used to the taste, whore, I growled, continuing to pump my fingers down her mouth. It may not be in the immediate future, but I swear to god you will be tasting your sister’s cunt even if I have to force it myself. In fact, I don’t think I’d mind shoving your slut face between her legs at all, probably while I’m fucking you in the ass just like this. How do you think that will feel, bitch? Instead of tasting cunt on your fingers, you’ll be tasting the real thing. As an added bonus, your sister will get to see exactly how big of a disgusting whore you really are, taking it up the ass in a cheap motel room. Don’t worry, though – I promise I’ll encourage her to tell everyone she knows so that word will get out about just how easy you are. I might even let her take pictures, just in case she wants some proof of what a slut you are.

My threat seemed to have pushed her over the edge. As Alexa’s body began to convulse violently she let out a powerful, guttural moan. Her back arched and I could feel her internal muscles clenching around my dick. As her body contorted in the first orgasm of her life, I could feel fluid pouring down from between her thighs. I was amazed – not only had I managed to make her cum, but I actually managed to make her squirt as well. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I continued fucking her until the orgasm finally ended nearly a minute later.

Reaching down, I dipped my fingers in the puddle of cum that had formed on the bed. I couldn’t believe that I had actually made her squirt, but it was far too sticky to be urine. After coating my hand in her juices I brought it back to her face. Alexa diligently opened her mouth to lick it clean, but I had other plans. Still fucking her hard, I rubbed her slime into her face for no other reason than to humiliate her.

You filthy fucking pig, I growled. Did you really just squirt all over the bed like a fucking animal?

I don’t know what happened, Alexa panted, still clearly off-balance from her first orgasm. I swear to god, that’s never happened to me before.

I know what happened, I shot back. What happened is you’re a fucking slut who just came from getting ass-fucked. It’s disgusting and pathetic, but hardly unexpected. What’s more important, though, is what’s about to happen. I’m not leaving your filthy fucking puddle for some poor maid to clean up, bitch. You made the mess, so it’s only fair that you should be the one to clean it up.

Grabbing her hips, I scooted back and pulled her with me until her face was immediately above the puddle that she had made. Grabbing her hair, I forced her face down into it. Alexa again tried to cooperate by extending her tongue to lick it up, but I was having far too much fun rubbing her face in it to allow her to do so. After making completely sure that her entire face was covered in slime, I grabbed her fair and rubbed it into the puddle as well.

I lasted another minute or so before I couldn’t hold my orgasm back any longer. Pulling out of her ass, I pulled back on her hair and brought her face to my crotch. She watched as I stroked my cock furiously with a look of fear, anticipation, and desire on her face. As cum erupted from my dick Alexa obediently opened her mouth, but I made an effort to aim for her face anyway. Some of it got in her mouth, but I wanted her to have to wear my cum more than I wanted her to have to taste it.

After squeezing the last bit of cum out onto her face I pulled her up and brought her face to mine. She was an absolute mess – her skin was covered with vulgar graffiti, tears, and both of our cum. As she watched with an expression of terror, anticipation, and desire in her eyes I spit directly into her face, aiming for the eyes. Pulling her back a bit, I slapped her across her face and shoved her back down onto the bed before lying down next to her.

I felt strange. I wasn’t really angry at her for the time that I had spent pining over her while she had no idea how I felt about her anymore, but abusing her had turned out to be far more fun than I would have expected. It was no longer about revenge; I was enjoying what I was doing on its own merits. It seemed like she enjoyed it as well – she had, after all, just experienced her first orgasm of her entire life. As I glanced over at her she no longer even looked afraid – she actually looked almost as if she felt safe.

That was actually more fun than I thought it would be, I stated, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. I might even be open fucking your pig asshole on a regular, weekly basis. Assuming, of course, that you manage to behave yourself.

Maybe next week you can fuck my pussy, too? she asked, sounding surprisingly hopeful given the abuse that she had just endured.

We’ll see, I laughed. You still have some homework to do if you want that to happen, you know.

Continue reading with chapter three.

Shame - Chapter Three

Warning: The following story describes events that are illegal, immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.

This is chapter three of the story. If you haven't read chapter two yet, you should probably do that first.

I laid calmly in bed with Alexa, holding her in my arms. I wasn’t really sure what to think anymore. I was no longer even a little bit angry at her, but I had enjoyed abusing her so much that I didn’t want to stop. At the same time, I still cared about her deeply and didn’t want to hurt her. A part of me wanted to comfort her in my arms, another part of me wanted to rape her until she begged for mercy. I wondered if there was a way that I could do both.

On the bright side, it seemed like Alexa might actually be feeling the same way. Although her face was soaked in cum, spit, tears, and ink, she genuinely looked satisfied. It was hard for me to believe that she really enjoyed the horrible things that I had just done to her but her body language made it clear that she had. I was cautiously optimistic – it seemed like there actually was a chance that I’d be able to get everything that I wanted without jeopardizing our friendship.

I probably could have fucked her again, but she needed to take a shower. I considered fucking her instead and sending her home still covered in the evidence of what I had done to her, but that didn’t seem like the greatest idea. As much as I’d enjoy abusing her like that, I didn’t want her parents asking too many questions and interfering with my ability to fuck her again. Besides, I figured she was freaked out enough about her sister without getting her parents involved in the whole thing.

While she showered, I dressed myself and wondered if I should rescind my order about the oral sex. I was a little worried that I was pushing her too hard, but that wasn’t the sole reason that I was feeling reluctant. I wanted her to think that I viewed her as a worthless sex toy, but the idea of her sleeping with anyone who wasn’t me made me extremely uncomfortable. I decided that I just wouldn’t say anything – I doubted that she’d actually end up having to go down on anyone and I really didn’t want her to know how jealous she could make me.

Alexa stepped out of the shower after fifteen minutes or so, needing to get home. She had managed to scrub the ink off of her face, though the rest of her body was still covered in vulgar expressions and various other marks intended to shame her. The result was almost unnerving; her face looked innocent and almost angelic but the rest of her body seemed to scream whore.

Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her deeply on her mouth. I realized that it was actually our first kiss, which felt incredibly corrupt given that I had already sodomized her twice. I didn’t really care, though. After abusing her so thoroughly I wanted to show her a little tenderness, even if it was in a fairly cliché way. I hoped the kiss would show her that while I enjoyed hurting her, I still deeply cared about her.

Alexa dressed herself and agreed to meet me at the same time next weekend at the same motel. As she walked out the door I once again considered telling her that she could forget everything I had ordered her to do involving oral sex but I managed to stop myself. I really hated the idea of her going down on anyone else, but I knew it was pretty unlikely that that would actually happen. Besides, though she might have acted as though she hated the rule I knew that the idea turned her on deeply on some level. I didn’t want to ruin that for her.

The next week was difficult. A part of me had been hoping that actually fucking Alexa would make it possible for me to take me mind off of her but it hadn’t exactly worked out like that. The exact opposite happened – I spent every waking moment obsessing over her, wondering what she was doing, and wondering what would happen on Saturday. Further complicating matters, I was busy with work and she was busy with college; leaving us little time to speak and intensifying my frustration.

When we did speak, things were weird. She didn’t seem like she was hesitant to meet me again, but she seemed almost angry with me. It didn’t feel like she regretted the things that I had done to her, but she seemed to resent what they meant. I think that she felt the balance of power in our relationship rapidly shifting towards my favor and she wanted to get some control back. I was okay with that – as long as she wasn’t backing out and running away from me, I figured I could hold my ground. I still remembered how painful it had been back when I was her bitch, and I wasn’t about to go back to that willingly.

After spending the whole week trying in vain to force time to move quicker, Saturday finally rolled around. As I drove down to the hotel to meet her I found myself far more nervous than I would have liked to be. I told myself that I had no reason to be nervous, that I wasn’t doing anything that I hadn’t done before, but I just couldn’t seem to calm my nerves. Regardless, I wasn’t nervous enough to turn my car around – I had come that far, and I wasn’t about to back out.

We met up again in the lobby of the motel. Alexa seemed strangely confident, which bothered me. I was no less nervous than I had been the week before, and her lack of anxiety was only making things worse. Still, I did my best to hide it – I figured once we were in the room and I had her naked I would feel better, anyway.

She explained that we had limited time. Last week she had told her parents that she was going to hang out with one of her female friends, but this week was a little different. Her parents were out for the day but would be returning home around 4:00. She hadn’t told them anything – she had simply planned to get home before they did so they wouldn’t even notice that she was gone. Not wanting to waste what little time we had, we headed straight for the room.

Entering the room, I closed and locked the door behind us. Alexa turned around to face me, looking surprisingly unworried about the things that I might be about to do to her. Feigning confidence, I shot her a grin in the hopes of unnerving her. It didn’t seem to work – she still looked disturbingly unworried considering the things that I had done to her just a week prior.

You can lose the clothes already, I growled. Really, slut, I shouldn’t have to tell you these things – I’m here to fuck your ass, not admire your misguided sense of fashion.

Alexa stared me straight in the eye and began to slowly approach me. I was about to point out that I told her to strip, not approach, when she grabbed the hemline of her shirt as if she was about to remove it. Reasoning that at long as she was obeying my orders I didn’t really care if she approached or not, I let it slide. That turned out to be a bit of a mistake.

As soon as she was a few feet away from me Alexa immediately released her shirt and punched me in the gut as hard as she could. Stunned and surprised, I hesitated for a second or two as I tried to process what was going on. That also turned out to be a mistake – while I was trying to understand what was going on Alexa took the opportunity to deliver another punch directly to my throat. She hit amazingly hard for her size – even though I was much larger than her I fell down to my hands and knees in pain, gasping for breath.

Do you remember how things used to be between us? she calmly asked as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. You were always there for me, much like an obedient little puppy dog. If I wanted to talk to someone, I knew that I could tell you anything – after all, it wasn’t like you’d have the balls to do anything about it. Sure, being my bitch might have been a little undignified and painful for you, but I enjoyed it. In fact, I miss it. Last week was fun and all, but I think it might have given you the wrong idea about our relationship. It’s time to go back to the way things were, which is really how they ought to be anyway.

Fuck you, you fucking cunt, I groaned, still in significant pain.

It might not have been the most artful comeback, but I wasn’t exactly thinking straight. I was in a lot of physical pain, but that wasn’t the worst I was experiencing. Up until that point I had always assumed that she was just oblivious to how I felt about her, but the way she was talking it implied that she consciously knew what she had been doing to me and wasn’t the slightest bit remorseful about it. I was enraged, confused, and not even slightly interested in going back to our old dynamic. Unfortunately, Alexa didn’t seem to appreciate my tone – as I continued to struggle for breath she delivered a sharp kick to my midsection, causing me to fall over on my side.

Don’t be like this, she sighed. Look, I’m not even mad about last week – you were frustrated, you threw a little temper tantrum, and you did some things that you shouldn’t have, but to be completely honest it was a little fun. I’ve already forgiven you, and I even forgive you for the silly little attitude that you’ve been displaying today. I just want to know that in the future, you won’t forget your place again. Tell me that you’ll be a good little bitch, so we can put this unfortunate nastiness behind us.

What if I don’t? I spat back, trying to mask the pain and fear in my voice.

Well, I suppose I’ll slap you around a little longer, she shrugged, delivering another kick to my side in demonstration. It’s actually more fun than I thought it would be, so I really don’t mind. If that doesn’t correct your attitude, though, I’ll just have to deny you attention. I’m thinking I’ll refuse to speak with you for a week or two, just to give you time to think about what you’ve done. Think of it as a timeout of sorts.

Alexa hit fairly hard, but I figured I could probably handle the beating – I was still a lot bigger than her, after all. Unfortunately, I wasn’t feeling quite so good about her other threat. Although I believed that I could handle anything physical that she might throw at me, I wasn’t nearly as confident about my ability to handle being ignored. I was still terrified of going back to our old dynamic, but I didn’t see what choice I had other than to play along – at least for time being.

Fine, I growled, hating myself for what I was about to say. You win. I give up.

I didn’t ask you to tell me that I’ve won, she sighed, kicking me again. This isn’t some kind of bullshit competition where one of us wins and the other loses, this is just the nature of our relationship. Yes, you’re my bitch, but that hardly means that you’ve lost. On the contrary, it means that you’re in your natural role, and you should feel like a winner – god knows you’d never get a chance to associate with a woman as hot as me under any other circumstances. I believe what I did ask you to tell me was that you’ll be a good little bitch. Try it again, and don’t fuck up this time – I’d hate to have to give you a timeout so soon but I’ll do it without remorse if you force me to.

I’ll be a good little bitch, I choked out, wanting revenge more than ever but physically incapable of getting it.

That’s a good boy, she laughed, kneeling down beside me and stroking my hair condescendingly. Now as long as you don’t forget that, you have nothing to worry about. In fact, just to prove that there are no hard feelings about your embarrassing little misunderstanding last week, I’m going to do you a favor and let you eat my pussy. You should be grateful – I don’t exactly see hordes of women lining up to defile themselves on your worthless tongue. Now be a good bitch and lose those clothes.

I didn’t want to comply. Aside from the fact that I didn’t need to get naked in order to go down on her, I was still in a lot of physical pain and wanted to spend a little more time lying on the floor in the fetal position. Looking up at her, I begged with my eyes for some mercy. Unfortunately, she returned my look of pleading with the same impatient glare that I had shown her the week before. Ignoring the substantial pain, I began laboriously stripping out of my clothing. I didn’t like cooperating with her, but I figured if I played along for a little while longer I’d be able to regain my strength and start fighting back.

Good boy, she laughed as I removed the last article of clothing. Now lay flat on your back and do a good job – if you manage to impress me, I might just take some pity on you and let you put that pathetic excuse for a penis inside of me. Disappoint me, though, and I’ll be showing you exactly what getting fucked in the ass really feels like.

I wanted to argue but I restrained myself. I was a little insulted by what she was saying, but as long as she didn’t knock the wind out of me again I figured it would be okay. In a way, it was actually a good thing. I could use the things that she said as fuel for my rage later, and make her suffer for each hurtful word that had escaped her lips. Either way, it seemed like the smart move at the moment was to avoid pissing her off.

As I rolled over on my back Alexa hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties to the side, and squatted down on top of my face. Rather than wait for me to crook my neck up and make contact, she forced her crotch down on my face and began crudely grinding back and forth. I normally actually enjoy going down on a woman, but I didn’t like what she was doing at all – I didn’t really feel like I was performing oral sex on her so much as just lying there and letting her fuck my face. It was humiliating and undignified, but it was okay – I wasn’t planning on letting it go on for much longer.

You’re disappointing me, bitch, she warned. I didn’t ask you to lie motionless so that I could hump your face, I told you to eat my pussy. If you really want to be my bitch you should be eager to demonstrate how much you love sucking my cunt, and yet you’re acting almost as if you don’t enjoy this. That’s not a good thing, bitch – if you can’t eat pussy right then I really don’t have any use for you.

I wasn’t quite sure what she expected me to do. I probably would have cooperated with her, but she wasn’t exactly letting me – any attempt that I made to pleasure her with her mouth was pointless with her grinding back and forth. It didn’t really matter, though. My throat still hurt a bit from where she had hit me, but I was feeling strong enough to take her on.

Reaching up, I grabbed her shoulders in my hands and pushed her off of me. Alexa realized what I was doing and attempted to attack me again, but I was ready for her that time. Catching her fists in my hands, I was able to easily restrain her. Wrapping my arms around her, I dragged her to the bed and took a seat before pulling her struggling body over my lap.

Let me the fuck go! she demanded. I’m fucking warning you – I might have forgiven you for your bullshit last time, but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to let you get away with it again!

I’m trembling, I chuckled, doing my best to hide the fact that I was still in more than a little pain. I guess I should probably just release you, drop down to my knees, and start begging for mercy. If I beg well enough, do you think you might be able to let me off with just a warning? I try so hard to be a good little bitch for you, but sometimes I just screw up, you know?

If you’re worried about being punished you should probably release me immediately, she growled. I can guarantee you’ll regret every single second you spend holding me like this, bitch.

I laughed quietly to myself about her reaction. It sounded like she thought I was actually penitent rather than just screwing with her. Twisting her arms behind her back, I pinned them down with my left hand before flipping her skirt up with my right. While Alexa continued to try to struggle her way to freedom I playfully swatted her ass with my right hand, hoping to clue her in as to just how remorseful I wasn’t feeling about my rebellion. Alexa yelped in surprise, though I think she was more bothered by the humiliation than any pain – I hadn’t hit her very hard, after all.

You said I should spank you immediately if I’m worried about being punished, right? I laughed. I’m trying so hard to cooperate – please find it in your heart to forgive your bitch?

I’m glad you think this is so funny, she hissed. I just hope that it’s still amusing to you when you’re spending the next few weeks in timeout, whimpering to anyone who will listen about how you miss your Alexa and sending me long, whiny e-mails begging for my forgiveness.

It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I was actually pretty intimidated by her threat. With the amount of time that I spent obsessing over her, being intentionally ignored felt like it would be pure torture. A part of me actually did want to release her and plead with her to show me some mercy and spare me a time-out, but I repressed that. I felt like I had already come too far to back out, and it was unlikely that she would let me off the hook just because I released her. Besides, it sounded like she was planning to punish me anyway – I figured that I might as well give her something good to punish me for.

Keeping her hands pinned behind her back, I spanked her again. Unlike the first time when I had only lightly slapped her in an effort to degrade her, I hit her legitimately hard. Alexa cried out in pain loudly; she had clearly noticed the difference as well. I could still hear the shock and humiliation in her voice, but it had clearly hurt her physically as well.

You sure you want to keep pushing me, bitch? she continued. I swear to god, if you don’t release me right fucking now you will regret it more than you’ve regretted anything else in your pathetic little life. You think a timeout is the worst that I can do to you, bitch? Go ahead and try me – I promise you you’ll spend the rest of your life wishing that you hadn’t.

Very intimidating, I yawned as I spanked her again. If making empty threats helps you to feel better, then by all means go ahead and get them all out of your system – I promise I won’t get mad at you. Sure, I might be a little disappointed in you for being so foolish as to think that you could intimidate me, but that’s already happened anyway. So go ahead and get this embarrassing little temper tantrum of yours over with – just let me know when you’re ready to apologize for your atrocious behavior.

You want me to apologize to you? she demanded as I spanked her yet again. Exactly how much crack did you smoke on your way over here? God, is it even safe for you to drive a car when you’re this high?

That’s right, slut, I laughed. Get it all out of your system. You’re already going to be punished for disappointing me, so you might as well make it count. In fact, I’m officially ordering you to attack me – now be a good bitch and do as you’re told.

Alexa shot me an enraged look, but she held her tongue. I don’t know if it out of a desire to disobey my order or if she had simply run out of threats to make, but I didn’t really care. With her literally bent over my knee, I had all of the power and I wasn’t about to lose it again.

I spent the next minute or so spanking Alexa as she clenched her jaw shut and tried her best to hide her pained whimpers. I have to admit, she did a good job of pretending that I wasn’t hurting her – if I were going purely off of the noises she was making I would assume that I wasn’t hurting her in the slightest. The appearance of her ass told a very different tale, though. Covered in bright red handprints, it was clear that she was in a lot more pain than she was letting on.

Okay, wait, she eventually cried out. Look, let’s just call a truce. We both did some things that we shouldn’t have – I attacked you, you attacked me, and we were both wrong. Let me go, and we’ll call it even. You don’t have to be my bitch, I won’t ignore you, and we can forget all of this ever happened.

Interesting proposal, I laughed, spanking her again. I have to admit, it sounds extremely fair – or at least it would, if we were currently on equal footing. We’re not, though – I have you completely at my mercy and I really don’t see why I’d want to back down now. I have to give you points for trying, but I’m afraid that I’m going to have to decline your generous offer. In fact, at this point I’m afraid that I’m not really interested in anything that comes out of your mouth unless it’s an apology for forgetting your place earlier.

Be reasonable! she begged, tears streaming down her face. You know I was just kidding when I said I was going to make you my bitch, don’t you? Come on, don’t be mad at me – it was just a harmless joke! You have to believe me!

Okay, I shrugged. I believe you. Hell, not only do I believe you, but I’m not even mad at you. Unfortunately, you still owe me an apology for forgetting your place, and I just don’t think it would be appropriate for me to release you until I get it. I’m going to give you a few seconds to say that you’re sorry, but it’s okay if you don’t want to – I’ll be more than happy to spank you for another few minutes if you don’t feel that you’re ready to apologize just yet.

Alexa shot me a pleading look, but I wasn’t feeling very merciful. The memory of how she had attempted to dominate me was still fresh on my mind and I wasn’t about to let it slide so easily. Raising my hand up into the air, I made it clear to her that I had no qualms whatsoever about spanking her for however long it might take her to learn some remorse. Realizing that her resistance was only going to result in more pain, Alexa hung her head in shame.

I’m sorry I forgot my place, she choked out, sounding as if she wanted to rip my throat out. Please forgive me. Can you let me go now?

What a pathetic attempt at an apology, I criticized. You’re clearly not sorry in the slightest; you just want me to let you go. I’ll tell you what, slut – I’m going to let you go, but you’re not quite forgiven just yet. It’s unfortunate, too, as I’m feeling extremely sadistic and I really don’t think you want me angry with you. Show me that you can obey like a good bitch and lose your clothes.

Releasing my grip on her arms, I shoved Alexa off my lap and onto the floor. She quickly rose to her feet and shot me a hateful look, probably calculating the odds of success if she were to attempt to attack me again. I didn’t mind – I was ready for her, and I knew I could easily overpower her again if it came down to it. In a way, I kind of hoped that she would. Besides, though wrestling with her had been brief it had been far more entertaining than I would have expected.

Try it, I taunted her. Come on, bitch, I know you want to. Take your best fucking shot, I promise I won’t mind – I doubt you could hurt me anyway. Sure, I’ll spank you some more after I put you back in your place, but to be completely honest with you I’m most likely going to do that anyway. Go ahead and give me an excuse.

Alexa glared at me, but I think she knew that she didn’t have a chance. The sole reason that she had been able to overpower me the last time was because she had the element of surprise and that was long since gone. Realizing that attacking me again would only hurt her, Alexa let out a frustrated sigh and began to strip as I leaned back and shot her a shit-eating grin.

That’s a good bitch, I laughed as she disrobed. I knew you’d remember your place sooner or later – I mean, I know you’re not exactly the brightest whore out there, but even you must have known how ridiculous it was to challenge me. Seeing as we’re getting back into the natural order of things here, let’s move on. I believe that I told you to bring a few items with you – a bag and some pictures, to be specific. I didn’t see them in your hand when you came in, though, and I can’t imagine that you’d be hiding all of that in your purse. Did you leave them in your car, bitch? It’s hard for me to believe that even you could be stupid enough to just outright disobey me.

Alexa’s body language made it clear that she had in fact disobeyed me and failed to bring the items. Staring at her feet, she refused to make eye contact with me; demonstrating that she had done something that she felt nervous about. At the same time, though, it looked like she was mildly proud of herself for standing up to me. I wasn’t actually angry – it wasn’t like I really expected her to bring the things anyway – but it seemed like a bad idea to just let it slide.

Poor girl, I sighed. I had so hoped that I’d be able to show you some mercy, too, but I just ignore such blatant disobedience – it would set a bad precedent and all. I’m really unhappy about it, but I’m afraid that I am going to need you to get your ass back over my knee again.

Wait, she pleaded, panic evident in her voice. Please don’t be angry at me – I didn’t even think you were serious when you made that demand! I mean, come on – it’s a pretty fucked up thing to request, how was I supposed to know that you really meant it?

I know it’s a fucked up thing to request, I sympathized, and I’m really not mad at you – just, you know, disappointed. If you’re concerned about me being angry at you, though, you should probably stop being such a disobedient little bitch. I believe I told you to get back over my knee, not to make lame excuses.

Alexa looked torn. She obviously didn’t want to get back over my knee and suffer another spanking so soon after the last one, but I think she realized that arguing with me wasn’t going to earn her any mercy. Letting out an impatient sigh, I made it clear to her that she was only compounding her problems by delaying. Realizing that she had no other options, Alexa reluctantly climbed back over my lap facing downwards.

Please don’t spank me, she whimpered. I’m cooperating, and I’m really sorry, but please don’t spank me again – I don’t think that I could handle it.

I wish it were so simple, I sighed. I mean, I’m not going to pretend that I don’t get off on hurting you, but I really do wish I could spare you this punishment. I’m sure being spanked again will hurt you terribly, and the fact that I’m going to fuck that fat cow ass of yours after probably isn’t going to make it any easier. Sadly, if I just let you get away with disobeying me then you’ll really never learn to behave yourself, and I just couldn’t live with myself if I permitted that to happen. I don’t think you’d want that either – I mean, don’t you want to be a good bitch for me?

I do, she growled through clenched teeth. She clearly wanted me to believe that she was only agreeing with me to avoid punishment, but the tone of her voice betrayed a level of sincerity that I doubt she wanted me to hear.

Good girl, I chuckled, condescendingly stroking her hair. Now in the spirit of being a good bitch, I want you to answer a question for me honestly. What should I do when you’re disobedient? Should I let you get away with it, or should I correct you so that you learn not to disappoint me?

I guess you should correct me, but please don’t spank me? she whimpered. I swear to god I’ve learned my lesson, and it really was an honest mistake. If you just cut me some slack I promise that I’ll never disobey you again.

Now you’re just being silly, I laughed. I doubt you’re capable of keeping that promise, and honestly I’m not even sure that I’d want you to – I do so enjoy abusing you, after all. Still, I’ll willing to make a deal with you. It sounds like you really are remorseful about failing to bring the items I demanded, so I’m willing to let you off the hook for that. In exchange, I want you to promise me that the next time you disappoint me you’ll cooperate fully when I punish you, regardless of how strict I choose to be.

Alexa’s face contorted in stress. She must have known that she couldn’t possibly live up to her promise to never disobey me again, and I doubt she liked the idea of having to cooperate with whatever punishment I decided on. At the same time, she seemed desperate to avoid another spanking. I couldn’t blame her – her ass was covered in bright red handprints that were already beginning to bruise up.

I promise I’ll cooperate fully, she choked out, clearly nervous about what that might entail. Can I please get up?

Eventually, I answered, pinning her arms behind her back again. We’re not quite done yet, I’m afraid. We’ve covered your failure to bring the items that I told you to bring, but that wasn’t the only thing that I had ordered you to do. It doesn’t look like you’ve gained five pounds yet, though I don’t exactly have a scale handy so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt on that one. I believe that I also gave you some very specific instructions intended to help you learn how to adequately suck cock as well, though, and I’d like to know that you’ve been following them.

I don’t want to talk about that, she growled, sounding a bit more angry than I would have expected.

I understand, I sympathized. I don’t want to force you to talk about things that might make you uncomfortable. I’ll tell you what – I’ll just spend a few minutes spanking your uncooperative ass in order to kill time, and then I’ll ask again. Who knows – maybe you’ll have changed your mind by then.

Wait! she blurted out as I raised my hand up in the air. Okay, we can talk about it – just please don’t spank me, okay? It only came up once, and I did exactly what you told me to. Can we drop it now?

If it was as simple as it came up once and you did what I told you to do, I doubt you’d have reacted the way you did, I shot back. What aren’t you telling me, bitch? Give me details.

Alexa looked tremendously worried. I wasn’t sure if it was because she wasn’t being completely honest when she told me that she had obeyed me or if there was something else going on, but I intended to find out. She clearly didn’t want to tell me what had happened, but I think she realized that she didn’t have a choice. I roughly grabbed her bruised ass with my free hand to encourage her to start talking already, causing her to wince in pain.

I got into a tiny fight with my sister on Wednesday, she reluctantly explained. She had borrowed my eyeliner and never returned it, and, well, you probably don’t care about that. Anyway, I said something mildly rude to her, and she responded by telling me to eat her. I remembered your stupid, fucked up rule and said okay sarcastically.

How’d she react? I pressed.

She didn’t, really, Alexa answered. I left her room, and she didn’t bring it up again. Things have been really weird between us since then, though. I don’t know for sure, but it really feels like I accidentally led her to believe that I’d actually be willing to go down on her. I’m sure she realizes that it was sarcasm, but I think the idea is in her head now.

That explains your bad attitude, I laughed. It’s too bad you decided to feign sarcasm – had you been more open about your willingness you wouldn’t have to wonder whether or not she’s interested.

It’s not funny! she growled. My own fucking sister thinks I’m a pervert now thanks to you. Do you have any idea how fucking awkward that is?

Aww, I’m sorry, bitch, I chuckled, gently stroking her hair. I sincerely had no intention of making things weird between you and your sister, and I’d like to fix things. I’ll tell you what – why don’t you call her right now and explain to her that you only offered to suck her cunt as a joke? That way she’ll think that you’re actually not some perverted whore who would let anyone fuck her face, and everything can go back to normal. Hell, I’ll even be here for moral support just in case you’re nervous.

I’d really rather not, she quickly responded. In fact, I’d prefer to just pretend the whole thing never happened and wait for her to forget about it.

I’m sure you would, I replied, but that doesn’t seem very healthy. You’ve got a problem in your life, and I think it’s important that you confront it and deal with it before it gets any worse. Of course, if you’d prefer to kill some time with more spanking I’d be happy to oblige.

Alexa didn’t look too happy about what I was proposing, but I think she realized that she didn’t have a choice. Climbing off of my lap, she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and shot me a pleading look. Ignoring her, I picked up my pants off of the floor and retrieved the tube of personal lubricant that was in my pocket. Seeing the lube in my hand did nothing to calm Alexa down, but she knew better than to argue with me.

Get on your hands and knees on the bed, I instructed. We’ve wasted enough time as it is, and I don’t plan on permitting you to waste any more. While you’re calling your sister to explain things, I’m going to be getting you ready for your ass-fucking.

Alexa looked absolutely terrified, but she assumed the position just the same. She obviously didn’t like the idea of talking to her sister while I was finger-fucking her asshole, but I think she realized that it could be much worse and didn’t want to provoke me. She probably believed that if she tried really hard she’d be able to restrain her moans and prevent her sister from finding out exactly what I was doing to her. Taking the phone in her hand, she began to dial.

I don’t want you making this brief, I warned. If you simply spit out a lame explanation for what happened and immediately hang up the phone then you’ll only have made things worse. Give her a lengthy, full explanation of what happened and don’t hang up until after she does. Is that understood?

Alexa nodded timidly in reply. I could hear the phone ringing through her cell phone’s speakers, and I could see the dread in her eyes. Smiling softly, I took a seat behind her and squirted some lube onto my fingers. I wasn’t exactly sure what would happen, but I was eager to find out.

Hey Jess, it’s me, she said nervously into the phone. Listen, are you busy? I can always call back later.

I knew what Alexa was doing. She was hoping that her sister wouldn’t have time to talk so that she could avoid the whole conversation while remaining blameless. I wasn’t sure exactly how I would handle it if things went the way that Alexa wanted them to, but it didn’t seem like I was going to have to worry about that. The disappointed look that crept over Alexa’s face made it clear that her sister was not busy at all and had plenty of time to talk.

As Alexa listened to whatever her sister was saying I slipped a single finger into her ass. I was intentionally slow and gentle, doing my best to make it as easy as possible for Alexa to ignore what I was doing. A part of it was a desire to actually show her a little mercy for once, but there was a sadistic aspect to it as well. I wanted Alexa to feel safe and confident so that she’d be more vulnerable later.

Listen, I wanted to talk about the fight that we had on Wednesday, she continued into the phone as I gradually began to softly pump my finger in and out of her. No, I’m not still mad – I really don’t even care about the eyeliner, it was just the principle of the thing that bothered me.

It sounded like Alexa was having an easy time ignoring my single finger, and I was okay with that. She had been through a lot of stress, and she needed a break. Still, I didn’t want to go too easy on her and make her think that I had gone soft. Worming a second finger into her ass, I began to slowly pump them in and out. Alexa clenched her jaw and shot me a desperate look, but she managed to keep quiet.

While Alexa explained why she was initially angry with her sister I began to gradually build speed. I was feeling impatient, but I forced myself to go slowly. I listened closely for any stress in her voice, and reigned myself back when I suspected she was having difficulty keeping her cool. Alexa seemed to appreciate that, though she probably shouldn’t have. The truth was that I had every intention of challenging her ability to conceal what I was doing to her; I was just waiting for the right moment.

After a minute or two Alexa finally brought up the topic of her sister’s eat me remark. I had still only managed to fit two fingers up her ass, and it seemed like the perfect time to slide a third in. Alexa again clenched her jaw shut in an attempt to stay quiet, but she was unable to prevent a muffled groan from escaping her lips. She again begged me with her eyes to show a little mercy, but I was having entirely too much fun to stop at that point.

Still, I did feel a little bad about the idea that I might be hurting her. I didn’t want her to think that I was some kind of heartless sadist, so I decided that I should make it up to her. As I began slowly pumping three fingers in and out of her ass I reached forward with my other hand and began to gently rub her clit. Strangely, Alexa didn’t seem to appreciate my kindness – she again glared at me in desperation, begging me with her eyes to stop.

Alexa might have wanted me to believe that she didn’t like what I was doing, but the wetness of her cunt betrayed the truth. I don’t know if it was the spanking that had turned her on or the taboo of having to talk to her sister on the phone while having her asshole fingered, but she was absolutely dripping. After rubbing her clit for a few seconds I slipped two fingers into her and began to pump them in rhythm with the three fingers that I had in her ass.

Alexa clenched her jaw shut tightly as she began breathing heavily. She was obviously trying her best not to talk, but I didn’t mind. I knew she’d have to say something back to her sister eventually; all I had to do was wait her out.

No, I’m still here, she moaned into the phone, her voice far more sultry than she would have likely preferred. Look, the thing is, I just wanted you to know that I didn’t mean what I said. I was just kidding when I said okay, and I don’t want things to be weird between us. Anyway I need to go – talk to you later, bye.

After pressing end on her phone Alexa slammed the device down on the bed and let out a long, animalistic moan. The lust in her voice was palpable, she clearly enjoyed what I was doing and being forced to restrain herself had only made it hotter. Unfortunately for Alexa, I hadn’t given her permission to hang up the phone. I felt a little bad for her, but I couldn’t just let such blatant disobedience slide. Removing my hand from her crotch I spanked her roughly on her ass, causing her to cry out in pain.

Have you already forgotten what I told you? I sighed as she whimpered quietly in pain. I said that you were to stay on the phone until she got off – you pretty much just hung up on your sister. That’s incredibly rude, but more importantly it’s the exact opposite of the instructions that I gave you. God, slut – just ten minutes ago you were promising me that you’d never disobey me again, and you’ve already managed to fuck that up.

I’m sorry, she moaned as I brought my fingers back to her cunt. I know that you told me not to, but I couldn’t help it. If I stayed on the phone with her any longer I’m sure that she would have figured out what you were doing to me – hell, she probably suspects something just because of how I sounded before I hung up. Please don’t be mad at me?

I’m not mad at you, I assured her, just disappointed. I’m not an unrealistic man, you know – I expect you to disobey me from time to time. I would have hoped that you could go longer than ten minutes, but it’s not really a big deal. Still, I’m afraid that I really can’t just let that slide. You remember your promise to cooperate, don’t you?

I do, she whimpered as tears began to stream down her cheeks. I’ll accept the spanking, but please be gentle? It still really hurts and I don’t think I can handle it if you hit me hard.

Relax, bitch, I comforted her. I’m not going to spank you again. It would be cruel, and besides – I’ve already spanked you once today and I don’t feel like repeating myself. I’m impressed by how willing you were to cooperate though, and I don’t want you to think that I don’t notice. Good bitch.

Thank you, she moaned as I began to pump my fingers into her cunt again. If you’re not going to spank me, though, what are you going to do?

Nothing too cruel, I assured her. I think you’ve handled enough pain for the day, anyway – aside from whatever you might have to endure when I fuck you in the ass I really don’t plan on hurting you physically at all. In fact, I think what I’m going to do is punish you in a constructive way. By hanging up on your sister like that you were tremendously rude, and I’d like you to correct that. Call her back and have a conversation with her, prove to her that you value her companionship. Most importantly, though, keep her on the phone until I give you permission to get off.

Fine, I’ll just take the spanking, she whimpered.

This isn’t multiple choice, I informed her. I didn’t say you can either call your sister back or take a spanking, I told your slut ass to call your sister back. Still, if you want to make it multiple choice, I’m okay with that. I’ll tell you what – either you call your sister back or I will. I don’t really know her or have anything to talk to her about, though, so I may be more blunt. The conversation might go something along the lines of Hey Jess, I’m the guy that’s fucking your fat pig of a sister’s asshole in a shitty motel room, want to listen in? It’s your choice, bitch, but remember – if you call her there’s a chance she might not figure out what I’m doing to you. If I call her, I will personally do my best to make sure she understands exactly what is going on.

Alexa looked absolutely terrified. I couldn’t blame her – she had been unable to really restrain herself throughout the brief conversation that she had already had with her sister and I’m sure that she realized it wasn’t going to get any easier. I might have backed down a little, but her attempt to regain some of the power in our relationship was still fresh in my mind and I felt it necessary to show her that wasn’t going to happen. Besides, her cunt was still dripping wet – she might have been afraid of what I was about to make her do, but she seemed to like it at least on some level.

Alexa reluctantly picked her phone back up as I shifted my attention back towards probing her holes. I slowed down a bit as she began to dial, allowing her to regain a little bit of composure. I wanted to be at least a little subtle; I figured that while it would be entertaining if her sister figured out exactly what we were doing immediately it would be far more fun if I dragged it out. Besides, I wanted to be sporting. I moved my fingers at a deliberately slow rate, trying again to be as ignorable as I possibly could.

Hey Jess, it’s me again, she said nervously into the phone. Yeah, it turns out that I didn’t have to go after all. Listen, we haven’t been talking much recently, and I don’t want us to drift apart when you go to college next year. What’s been going on in your life?

Alexa made small talk with her sister as I continued to lazily probe her with my fingers. Speaking infrequently, she’d ask short, open-ended questions in an obvious attempt to get her sister to do most of the talking. Her voice was nervous, but her tone didn’t really suggest what was really going on. Frankly, I wasn’t really sure why she was still nervous – not only was I being extremely gentle, but she was hardly talking at all.

After a few minutes she was beginning to sound more confident. I hadn’t been pushing her at all, and I think she assumed that I wasn’t going to. I waited until a few seconds after Alexa asked her sister a question and began to pick up my pace. I wasn’t trying my hardest to force her to moan, but I wanted to make it a little challenging for her. Caught off-guard, Alexa let out a stifled yet lustful moan, then immediately jammed her thumb over the phone’s microphone to prevent her sister from hearing.

I was entertained by the reaction, but it felt like cheating. Not wanting her to think that she could get away with such things, I took my fingers out of her twat and slapped her ass hard. Alexa winced in considerable pain and looked back at me as if to ask why I had hit her. Holding my hand up to my head, I pantomimed a phone and gestured at her to let her know that she was to keep the phone up to her mouth at all times. She didn’t look happy about that, but she seemed to get my message. With a look of pure terror on her face, she brought the phone back to her head while I brought my hand back to her crotch.

She looked extremely stressed. I liked that, but I didn’t want to push her so hard that she would actually hang up the phone again. Hoping to encourage her to calm down a little, I slowed my motions a bit. I wasn’t exactly trying to be ignorable anymore, but I wanted her to have a fighting chance. Between the reduced actions from me and the fact that she was no longer caught off guard, she seemed to manage. She was breathing a little heavily, but not nearly enough to be cause for suspicion.

I waited another minute or so before bringing my thumb to her clit and beginning to rub it softly. Alexa struggled to maintain her cool under the added stimulation, but she still managed to refrain from outright moaning. Enjoying her look of terror and frustration, I began to slowly build speed as her breathing grew heavier and heavier. Despite the fact that she probably hated what I was doing on a conscious level, her body seemed to strongly approve.

I continued to build speed and intensity, though I forced myself to show a little restraint. I probably could have made Alexa moan as loudly as she physically could if I wanted to, but that wasn’t my goal. If I did that then her sister would immediately know what was going on and probably hang up the phone, which would ruin my fun. Instead of going all out, I simply took pleasure in the occasional quiet moan that Alexa would accidentally let out.

After a few more minutes I was pumping my fingers in and out of her at a fairly brisk pace, though Alexa still managed to hold herself back from moaning openly into the phone. I was having fun, but I wanted to push her a little harder. After removing my fingers I rubbed some more lube onto my dick as Alexa watched in absolute terror. She silently mouthed the word please as I knelt down behind her and pressed the tip of my cock against her anal opening, but I just wasn’t in a merciful mood.

Applying pressure, I slowly forced myself into her. I had hoped that the lengthy preparation would allow her to handle it without too much pain, but apparently I had overestimated how ready she was. As the head of my dick pushed into her ass she let out a loud, painful grunt. Not wanting to hurt her too much, I held my hips completely still and took the time to pour more lube into her ass.

I’m fine, she groaned into the phone. I just stubbed my toe and it really hurts. Please, continue with your story.

I was impressed with how Alexa had handled herself; her explanation was completely plausible and I assumed that her sister would probably believe it. Unfortunately for her, it gave me an excuse to continue what I was doing. Reasoning that Alexa might continue making pained sounds if she had really stubbed her toe, I began pushing into her again. Alexa made the occasional groan and whimper, though I doubt it was enough to tip her sister off as to what was really going on.

I moved slowly, but before long I was fully inside of Alexa. I wanted to fuck her hard, but I forced myself not to – I didn’t think that a stubbed toe would explain the amount of noise that Alexa would probably make if I started to really fuck her the way that I desperately wanted to. I considered telling her to hang up the phone, but I didn’t really want to do that either – I was having entirely too much fun to end it then. I figured that if I held still for a while and gave her time to adjust to having my cock buried in her asshole I’d be able to fuck her without tipping off her sister, but remaining completely still felt boring. Reaching around Alexa’s waist, I killed time by playing with her clit.

She struggled with the added stimulation. By that point Alexa was even wetter than she had been the week before, and while she might have been able to explain a pained grunt by claiming to have stubbed her toe I didn’t think that excuse would have worked for lustful moaning. Biting her lip, she tried her best to remain completely silent, though her heavy breathing made it clear that something was going on. I eagerly looked forward to the next time that Alexa would have to speak, knowing that she would be unable to sound normal when it eventually happened.

Why’d he do that? she moaned into the phone.

She had managed to avoid openly moaning, but the lust was still evident in her voice. It didn’t sound at all like she had stubbed her toe, it sounded like she was getting fucked and loving every second of it. The mortified look on Alexa’s face made it clear that she had heard it as well. I felt a little bad for her, but not bad enough to stop. While she begged me with her eyes to let her hang up I began to slowly rock my hips back and forth.

No, I’m fine, she moaned into the phone. I think I ate something bad or something, and I just feel a little sick. That’s probably why I sound weird.

I chuckled quietly to myself as Alexa glared at me. I found the fact that Alexa’s sister had not only noticed her voice but mentioned it far more amusing than I should have, and her lame excuse struck me as funny. I wondered how long she could pretend that her obvious lust was actually just physical illness, and I knew how to find out.

Placing my free hand on her shoulder, I began to build up speed while playing with her clit. The look on Alexa’s face told me that she desperately wanted me to stop, but everything else about her body implied the exact opposite. As I slipped a finger into her cunt she let out another repressed moan and began to very slowly fuck back. Realizing what she was doing she tried her hardest to remain still, but it was clear that her libido was in charge of her actions for the time being.

I continued building speed until I was actually fucking her ass at a reasonable pace. Alexa was breathing insanely heavily, but she still managed to hold back from moaning outright. I was actually kind of confused – even without actual moaning it was pretty clear just from the tone of her voice that she was getting fucked, yet she still seemed to be investing serious effort in hiding it. I wondered what was going on in her sister’s head – it seemed impossible that she hadn’t figured out what was going on, yet she hadn’t ended the conversation yet.

I felt that I had kept up the charade for long enough, and I was no longer interested in being subtle. Fucking her ass hard, I aggressively rubbed her clit with my thumb while probing her twat with my fingers. Alexa could no longer hold herself back from moaning quietly, but it probably didn’t make a difference – even if her sister hadn’t heard her moaning like a bitch in heat, she surely would have heard the tell-tale sounds of flesh rhythmically slapping against flesh.

As Alexa’s resolve wore down she began moaning more and more openly. She still tried to hold back a little, but it was a lost cause. I figured that I had already come much too far to back down, so I stopped hold back entirely. I fucked her as hard as I wanted to while fingering her cunt, wanting to see how far I could push her before she gave up and hung up the phone.

Surprisingly, Alexa didn’t hang up. Even as she began to moan loudly she remained on the phone, occasionally even attempting to talk to her sister. She rarely managed to get more than a handful of words out and most of them were lame excuses for her orgasmic tone, but I was impressed. I don’t know if it was fear of angering me, a prideful desire to prove that she wouldn’t give up, or something else but she clearly wasn’t planning to hang up regardless of what I did. I had no idea why her sister didn’t hang up for her, but I didn’t really care.

After another ten minutes I was really beginning to wonder what the fuck was going on. By that point Alexa was barely able to hold back at all; she’d go minutes at a time between speaking actual words into the phone. I wondered if she had covertly hung up without my knowledge, but every now and then I could hear her sister speaking through the phone’s speakers. I really wanted to know why her sister was tolerating what I was doing, but I had bigger things on my mind. Alexa’s heavy breathing and inability to restrain herself made it sound like she was very close to orgasm, and I wanted to push her over the edge.

I reasoned that a large part of why she was enjoying what I was doing was the humiliation, whether she wanted it to be that way or not. I hadn’t spoken since she had called her sister out of a desire to give her a chance to hide what was going on, but that no longer really made sense. I couldn’t imagine that her sister hadn’t figured it out yet, and if she hadn’t then I didn’t think anything I could do would tip her off.

You’re actually going to cum again, aren’t you? I growled loudly enough that I was certain her sister would be able to hear me. It’s pathetic, really – decent women dread anal sex, but this is going to be the second time you’ve cum from having my cock rammed up that fat cow asshole of yours. Let’s hope you don’t make quite as much of a mess as you did last time – if you squirt again, you’ll be mopping it up with your face.

Pulling the phone away from her head, Alexa quickly pressed end as she broke into orgasm. I wasn’t sure if she had hung up because she didn’t want her sister to hear what I was saying or if it was because she knew that she was about to cum, but I didn’t really care. She had already humiliated herself in front of her sister as effectively as she could; sparing her sister the sounds of her actual orgasm wasn’t going to change anything. In a way it was actually a good thing – I’d have a semi-legitimate excuse to punish her further for her disobedience if I felt like doing so.

Her orgasm was every bit as intense as it had been the week before. Moaning loudly, her body convulsed violently as seemingly every muscle she had contracted. Just like the week before, I could feel the fluid gushing out of her and splashing against my thighs. Unable to hold back any longer myself I joined in and pumped my load deep into her asshole.

After about thirty seconds our orgasms ended and I pulled out. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was 3:30, and Alexa was at least a twenty minute drive from the motel. I was a little irritated that I wouldn’t have time to abuse her again, but there really wasn’t anything that I could do about it. Grabbing my pants off of the floor, I pulled out a permanent marker.

And I specifically warned you about that, too, I sighed. You’ve gone and made a mess on the bed again. I suggest you start cleaning it up unless you want to really make me angry – I’m already a little disappointed that you hung up on your sister without permission.

I’m sorry, she offered lamely. I tried to stay on for as long as I could, but I couldn’t let her hear me cum. Please don’t be mad?

I’m not, I corrected as she began to timidly lick the puddle she had left on the bed. Just disappointed. I’ll get over it – if you start cooperating, at least. I believe I said that you’d have to clean it up with your face, not your tongue. Rub that whore face of yours in the puddle, bitch.

I can’t, she protested. I don’t have time to take a shower, and I can’t go home smelling like pussy.

Sure you can, I laughed. Your parents aren’t home, and I doubt your sister would be too shocked by your smell after the performance you gave over the phone. Still, if you want to test my patience that’s okay as well – I’ll just grab you by your hair and force you, then punish you further for disobeying me.

Alexa attempted to obey my instructions, but she was entirely too timid. I wanted her to actually rub her face in the puddle; at best she was gingerly dipping her face in it. Not interested in arguing with her, I grabbed her hair and shoved her face into the puddle, then grinded it back and forth. I made sure that I had covered every inch of skin on her face with cum before I released her.

I took out the marker and told her to hold still. Alexa didn’t look too happy about that – by that point there really wasn’t any chance that she’d have time to shower or even wash her face until after she had gotten home. Reminding myself that she would have done worse to me if she had gotten the chance, I wrote CUNT SUCKING WHORE in large letters across her forehead. I figured that phrase combined with the fact that her head smelled like pussy would make for some interesting conversation if she happened to run into her sister before she could get into the shower.

What did you just write? she demanded.

Nothing you need to worry about, I chuckled. Think of it as your punishment for hanging up the phone without my permission. Anyway, you probably should hit the road if you want to beat your parents home. Given how you currently look and smell, I’d strongly suggest you take a shower before they see you. Same time next week?

Sure, she answered as she began to dress herself. But don’t think you’ve beaten me yet. I don’t know how, but I’m going to make you my bitch again.

Continue reading with chapters four and five.