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There is a coffeehouse with an upstairs that, although busy, has relatively private nooks, comfy seats, sofas and various tables and booths. Plenty of students spend their time there, as do shoppers as it is in the centre of three big shopping centres. It would be easy for an older man to corner a younger woman, to get chatting to her there. There would be plenty of people around to hear a rejection, or at least to see the two together – to see them meet. As the bathrooms are upstairs as well but hidden in a corner, it would be easy for you older gentleman to slip her hotel room key from her coat pocket, her bag or from the seat beside her where she had left her bag, without others noticing. It wouldn’t be so hard to get her to slip up and mention where she was staying.
He could leave first. He could make his way back to her room without her knowing. It would be easy for him to slip into the bathroom, to hide, to leave no trace of his entry. He could listen out for her return, for the key in the lock. For the sound of her kicking off her shoes, getting comfortable.
Or he could wait for her to leave. Allow her to make her way back to her room, knowing she is looking over her shoulder, that she is nervous and wants to get back to the safety of her room. Who knows how long he will make her wait, allowing her to relax, to become complacent as he bides his time, preparing, making sure he has everything ready.
No never really means no. A young woman, alone in a coffee house-she was practically begging for someone to come over, to talk to her, to take advantage of her. Better you than someone really dangerous, hm?
Do you use the key, or do you knock the door? The key gives her the chance to move, to defend herself. Knocking could catch her off guard, bring her close, allow you to grab and subdue her quickly.
I answer the door. You act as though I have invited you, as though I was expecting you. I try and make you leave, I tell you to get out, and I said no. No-one says no to you. You grab my wrists with one hand, the other roughly feeling my breasts through my top, quickly making their way down rubbing me through my jeans or making their way into the waist band. I struggle, try and kick out. I spit at you. Your wandering hand turns harsh, pinching and twisting roughly. You spin me around with the other hand, hitting my arse as hard as you can as you shove me towards the bed.
No-one says no to you.
How dare I fight? How dare I even think about spitting at you?
I can see you’re hard through your trousers. I try to get away, struggling, I pick up whatever I can reach and I throw it at you. You pin me down, grabbing me by the neck.
I freeze as I see the knife.
You shove your knee between my legs, pressing it painfully against my pussy.
Do you make me remove my own top, humiliating me, adding to my participation of the event, re-enforcing your opinion that I’m willing, that I want this? Or do you remove it yourself, taking what you want, making me helpless while you force yourself on me from the start?
Do you do the same with my jeans, holding the knife still?
In just my knickers and bra, I cant take my eyes off of that knife. You run it down my body, from neck to cunt, making me shiver in fear.
I ask you why you’re doing this. What do you want?
You roughly push your hand against my pussy through my knickers, making me whimper and flinch. You tell me how this is going to work.
I asked for this.
I tempted you by sitting with you, having coffee with you.
It’s my fault for lying. For saying no when my eyes said yes.
You say if I’m a good girl, you will let me go. Once you are done with me.
I beg you not to do this.
You press the knife against my skin again.
A woman. A whore, shouldn’t tell you, a man, what to do.
You cut my bra off first, slicing a hole in my knickers. You roughly play with my tits, forcing my hand down, forcing me to touch you through your trousers. The knife is down. I try to fight back, I aim a leg at your crotch. You pin me, pressing down against me. I scream.
Now now, we’ll have none of that, my little whore.
You gag me, tying my wrists together. You force my legs apart, settling between them. you rip my knickers off the rest of the way.
You pinch my nipples until my eyes water, twisting and pulling and hurting me. You keep your knee pressed against my pussy. I struggle and wiggle. You take the remains of my knickers.
My, my. I thought you would be a better whore for me, young lady. It would seem I have to teach you a lesson.
You take my knickers and push them into my pussy, forcing them in with your fingers. I scream around the gag, begging for you to stop, trying to deny what you are doing to me.
You attach my wrists to the bed so I cannot get away as you get ready for me.
You pull your trousers off, letting me see your cock for the first time.
I turn my face away, still writhing in the pain and intrusion in my pussy.
You stand over me, running your hot, hard cock against my skin.
Come, now. You know you want it. You rub against me.
Nonononono.
No? You hit me, turning me onto my front. You hit my arse hard, pushing my face into the pillows.
No? You shove a finger past the panties stuffing my hole, into my juices.
Lying little bitch. Your cunt doesn’t lie though, does it?
You pull it out, shoving it into my arse with only my juices as lube.
I scream and kick. You can hear me as I begin to cry.
You rub your cock against the curve of my arse.
I could do it. I could fuck you right now, bare, without a second thought, and there would be nothing you could do about it, would there?
You pull my hair roughly. Would there, whore?
I shake my head.
But you don’t want that, do you, whore?
I whimper and plead for you not to.
You want me to use a condom, my little whore? Like I would risk fucking a little prick tease without one.
How will you thank me for this?
You force me onto my hands and knees, placing the knife out of reach of the bed.
I have other ways to make you comply.
You go to my bag, then to yours. You pull out deep heat, lube, condoms, a remote vibrator, different sized plugs and a huge dildo.
Not as innocent as you claim, are you?
You make me watch as you pick which to use first. You take the smallest plug and cover it with lube. See, aren’t I being nice to you?
You get behind me. You make soothing noises as I struggle again. You tease my arse with the toy, circling it, taunting me. I brought this on myself. You slide you hand beneath me, pushing the knickers in deeper, before pulling them out in one quick motion. I scream around the gag, jerking backwards, impailing myself on the dildo.
Who’s my good little whore? You stroke my face as I whimper, trying to pull away.
Pulling me by my hair, you force me to sit on the plug, pushing it as deep as it will go. You stand in front of me. Now am i going to do as you say, or do I have to start punishing you? You don’t need to leave marks to punish a whore.
You force me to suck your cock. I struggle and push away. you force your way in, holding my jaw. If I bite, I will regret it.
You moan as I suck, tears running down my face.
I cant help it. I have to try. I don’t want you to do this. I have to try and escape.
I kick and I clench my teeth.
You shove me away, focused on your pain.
I try to get away, off of the bed, to the bathroom.
You catch me.
You tie me over the foot of the bed.
You tried the nice way. you tried to treat me better than what I am, better than the dirty teasing whore that you know I am. But I couldn’t be grateful, could I?
You get the tube of deep heat.
You slowly open the tube, spreading it on your fingers. You laugh as I try and fail to struggle away. you smooth it across my pussy, making sure to rub it in.
I start struggling harder.
Does it hurt, my little whore?
I cant help but cry and scream. It burns so much. Hurt too much. I cant take it.
I beg you to make it stop around the gag. I threaten to tell the police. I promise I wont tell anyone. I promise to do anything if you just make it stop.
You throw a glass of water over my pussy. I shout in shock. It still burns.
You pull the small plug out, shoving the medium one in. I cry and cry, pressing my face into the bed. My pussy and arse hurt so much. Too much.
You unwrap the condom, putting it on while I cant see.
You are in me before I can register what you are doing. Fucking me hard and deep and oh god it hurts.
You shove your finger in beside your cock, making me scream as I stretch. You pump the plug into my arse with each thrust. A cruel hand presses against my buring pussy.
You pull the anal plug out, thrusting in with no warning. I scream and buck and manage to dislodge you. You laugh at me, fucking me harder and harder.
You pull out, forcing me onto my back and you **** my pussy again.
You pull out, tearing the condom off with one hand and aiming at my chest and face with the other, careful not to allow such a bad whore to taste your seed.
As you come I cry, closing my eyes.
You throw a jug of water over my sore pussy. I sob, curling into a ball, turning away from you. I think you are done with me.
Where do you think you’re going?
You ask me gently, pulling me back onto my back, closer to you.
I’m not done with you yet.
Gentle fingers probe my pussy. It feels so much worse.
Eyes open now, my dear.
You rub and tease and lick my clit as though you were trying to please a lover.
I hate it. I kick and shout and you ignore me, shoving a gag back in my mouth.
You make me come again and again and again, before taking the toys back onto the bed.
You put the plug back in my arse, to keep me ready for use.
You pull a pair of rubber gloves on.
I don’t understand what you are doing as one finger enters my pussy, then two. Three makes me squirm and moan. Four has my full attention, making me kick and thrash.
By the time you have your fist in my, you have your hand covering my mouth to stop my screams, my whole body trembling as I sob.
You keep pumping. Pushing and pulling in and out. Stretching my cunt. Wrecking me. The plug pops out. You laugh and finger my hole with your other hand. My bound hands fly to touch you to beg you. Not there. Please don’t do this to my arse too.
You are hard again.
You laugh at me. I’m demanding little whore, aren’t I? You keep fisting my pussy until you can feel it swelling around you.
Anything else. Please. I’ll do what you want.
I’ve promised that before you say.
I make myself reach out to touch your cock.
You groan.
Maybe you are learning, my little cunt.
You pull out of me, making me groan and cry as my pussy spasums. It feels to empty now.
Well I cant fuck that, now can I? It’s all loose and useless.
You fill it with a dildo, the biggest you can find, or a bottle or something hard and humiliating.
You make me get on my own hands and knees. You position yourself just behind me. You tell me to push back, to fuck myself on your cock.
I’m trembling.
If i don’t want my boyfriend to hear about this, I will do it.
I force myself back. I cant help but pull forward. It hurts so much. Your cock is bigger than the plug.
Do you want some more lube, sweetheart? Oh I’m sorry. Here.
You force three fingers back into my dripping cunt, wiping them on your cock and my arse.
Is that better?
I cry as you pound into my arse.
Are you going to push back and please me, or do I have to get the deep heat again?
I push against you.
You pull the vibrator out, pressing it against my clit as you fuck my arse.
I start to cry again. I don’t want to come as you **** my arse, but I cant help myself. I cant help my moans of pleasure mixing with my pain.
You pull out and come across my back.
Your weight forces me to the bed, the vibrator still in place.
I curl in on myself again.
You release my hands. You stroke my hair and hip, making soothing sounds. It’s ok. I’ll make it feel better.
You hold the vibrator on me, teasing and tormenting me, making me come again and again and again without pause until I turn to you, sobbing and confusing and needing it to stop. You hold me gently and press a final item into me, this time my hands. It is a teddy bear.
You were my good little prick tease. Sssh. You want to be good for me again, don’t you? When you’re good, it doesn’t have to hurt so much.
You will be here in X days, waiting for me, won’t you, whore?
Daddy wants to play a little game with his new little princess.
You want to be Daddy’s princess, don’t you?
I tremble and nod and keep my eyes averted.
You’ll wear just what Daddy wants, wont you? You’ll wait for him in X hotel. Daddy wants to teach his special baby girl how to be a good, big girl for him. You can do that, cant you?
You are impatient. Your hand moves to my pussy. You hit it, hard. I scream.
Can you do that for Daddy?
Y-yes.
You hit my pussy again.
Yes what?
Y-yes D-daddy!
There’s my good girl.
He could leave first. He could make his way back to her room without her knowing. It would be easy for him to slip into the bathroom, to hide, to leave no trace of his entry. He could listen out for her return, for the key in the lock. For the sound of her kicking off her shoes, getting comfortable.
Or he could wait for her to leave. Allow her to make her way back to her room, knowing she is looking over her shoulder, that she is nervous and wants to get back to the safety of her room. Who knows how long he will make her wait, allowing her to relax, to become complacent as he bides his time, preparing, making sure he has everything ready.
No never really means no. A young woman, alone in a coffee house-she was practically begging for someone to come over, to talk to her, to take advantage of her. Better you than someone really dangerous, hm?
Do you use the key, or do you knock the door? The key gives her the chance to move, to defend herself. Knocking could catch her off guard, bring her close, allow you to grab and subdue her quickly.
I answer the door. You act as though I have invited you, as though I was expecting you. I try and make you leave, I tell you to get out, and I said no. No-one says no to you. You grab my wrists with one hand, the other roughly feeling my breasts through my top, quickly making their way down rubbing me through my jeans or making their way into the waist band. I struggle, try and kick out. I spit at you. Your wandering hand turns harsh, pinching and twisting roughly. You spin me around with the other hand, hitting my arse as hard as you can as you shove me towards the bed.
No-one says no to you.
How dare I fight? How dare I even think about spitting at you?
I can see you’re hard through your trousers. I try to get away, struggling, I pick up whatever I can reach and I throw it at you. You pin me down, grabbing me by the neck.
I freeze as I see the knife.
You shove your knee between my legs, pressing it painfully against my pussy.
Do you make me remove my own top, humiliating me, adding to my participation of the event, re-enforcing your opinion that I’m willing, that I want this? Or do you remove it yourself, taking what you want, making me helpless while you force yourself on me from the start?
Do you do the same with my jeans, holding the knife still?
In just my knickers and bra, I cant take my eyes off of that knife. You run it down my body, from neck to cunt, making me shiver in fear.
I ask you why you’re doing this. What do you want?
You roughly push your hand against my pussy through my knickers, making me whimper and flinch. You tell me how this is going to work.
I asked for this.
I tempted you by sitting with you, having coffee with you.
It’s my fault for lying. For saying no when my eyes said yes.
You say if I’m a good girl, you will let me go. Once you are done with me.
I beg you not to do this.
You press the knife against my skin again.
A woman. A whore, shouldn’t tell you, a man, what to do.
You cut my bra off first, slicing a hole in my knickers. You roughly play with my tits, forcing my hand down, forcing me to touch you through your trousers. The knife is down. I try to fight back, I aim a leg at your crotch. You pin me, pressing down against me. I scream.
Now now, we’ll have none of that, my little whore.
You gag me, tying my wrists together. You force my legs apart, settling between them. you rip my knickers off the rest of the way.
You pinch my nipples until my eyes water, twisting and pulling and hurting me. You keep your knee pressed against my pussy. I struggle and wiggle. You take the remains of my knickers.
My, my. I thought you would be a better whore for me, young lady. It would seem I have to teach you a lesson.
You take my knickers and push them into my pussy, forcing them in with your fingers. I scream around the gag, begging for you to stop, trying to deny what you are doing to me.
You attach my wrists to the bed so I cannot get away as you get ready for me.
You pull your trousers off, letting me see your cock for the first time.
I turn my face away, still writhing in the pain and intrusion in my pussy.
You stand over me, running your hot, hard cock against my skin.
Come, now. You know you want it. You rub against me.
Nonononono.
No? You hit me, turning me onto my front. You hit my arse hard, pushing my face into the pillows.
No? You shove a finger past the panties stuffing my hole, into my juices.
Lying little bitch. Your cunt doesn’t lie though, does it?
You pull it out, shoving it into my arse with only my juices as lube.
I scream and kick. You can hear me as I begin to cry.
You rub your cock against the curve of my arse.
I could do it. I could fuck you right now, bare, without a second thought, and there would be nothing you could do about it, would there?
You pull my hair roughly. Would there, whore?
I shake my head.
But you don’t want that, do you, whore?
I whimper and plead for you not to.
You want me to use a condom, my little whore? Like I would risk fucking a little prick tease without one.
How will you thank me for this?
You force me onto my hands and knees, placing the knife out of reach of the bed.
I have other ways to make you comply.
You go to my bag, then to yours. You pull out deep heat, lube, condoms, a remote vibrator, different sized plugs and a huge dildo.
Not as innocent as you claim, are you?
You make me watch as you pick which to use first. You take the smallest plug and cover it with lube. See, aren’t I being nice to you?
You get behind me. You make soothing noises as I struggle again. You tease my arse with the toy, circling it, taunting me. I brought this on myself. You slide you hand beneath me, pushing the knickers in deeper, before pulling them out in one quick motion. I scream around the gag, jerking backwards, impailing myself on the dildo.
Who’s my good little whore? You stroke my face as I whimper, trying to pull away.
Pulling me by my hair, you force me to sit on the plug, pushing it as deep as it will go. You stand in front of me. Now am i going to do as you say, or do I have to start punishing you? You don’t need to leave marks to punish a whore.
You force me to suck your cock. I struggle and push away. you force your way in, holding my jaw. If I bite, I will regret it.
You moan as I suck, tears running down my face.
I cant help it. I have to try. I don’t want you to do this. I have to try and escape.
I kick and I clench my teeth.
You shove me away, focused on your pain.
I try to get away, off of the bed, to the bathroom.
You catch me.
You tie me over the foot of the bed.
You tried the nice way. you tried to treat me better than what I am, better than the dirty teasing whore that you know I am. But I couldn’t be grateful, could I?
You get the tube of deep heat.
You slowly open the tube, spreading it on your fingers. You laugh as I try and fail to struggle away. you smooth it across my pussy, making sure to rub it in.
I start struggling harder.
Does it hurt, my little whore?
I cant help but cry and scream. It burns so much. Hurt too much. I cant take it.
I beg you to make it stop around the gag. I threaten to tell the police. I promise I wont tell anyone. I promise to do anything if you just make it stop.
You throw a glass of water over my pussy. I shout in shock. It still burns.
You pull the small plug out, shoving the medium one in. I cry and cry, pressing my face into the bed. My pussy and arse hurt so much. Too much.
You unwrap the condom, putting it on while I cant see.
You are in me before I can register what you are doing. Fucking me hard and deep and oh god it hurts.
You shove your finger in beside your cock, making me scream as I stretch. You pump the plug into my arse with each thrust. A cruel hand presses against my buring pussy.
You pull the anal plug out, thrusting in with no warning. I scream and buck and manage to dislodge you. You laugh at me, fucking me harder and harder.
You pull out, forcing me onto my back and you **** my pussy again.
You pull out, tearing the condom off with one hand and aiming at my chest and face with the other, careful not to allow such a bad whore to taste your seed.
As you come I cry, closing my eyes.
You throw a jug of water over my sore pussy. I sob, curling into a ball, turning away from you. I think you are done with me.
Where do you think you’re going?
You ask me gently, pulling me back onto my back, closer to you.
I’m not done with you yet.
Gentle fingers probe my pussy. It feels so much worse.
Eyes open now, my dear.
You rub and tease and lick my clit as though you were trying to please a lover.
I hate it. I kick and shout and you ignore me, shoving a gag back in my mouth.
You make me come again and again and again, before taking the toys back onto the bed.
You put the plug back in my arse, to keep me ready for use.
You pull a pair of rubber gloves on.
I don’t understand what you are doing as one finger enters my pussy, then two. Three makes me squirm and moan. Four has my full attention, making me kick and thrash.
By the time you have your fist in my, you have your hand covering my mouth to stop my screams, my whole body trembling as I sob.
You keep pumping. Pushing and pulling in and out. Stretching my cunt. Wrecking me. The plug pops out. You laugh and finger my hole with your other hand. My bound hands fly to touch you to beg you. Not there. Please don’t do this to my arse too.
You are hard again.
You laugh at me. I’m demanding little whore, aren’t I? You keep fisting my pussy until you can feel it swelling around you.
Anything else. Please. I’ll do what you want.
I’ve promised that before you say.
I make myself reach out to touch your cock.
You groan.
Maybe you are learning, my little cunt.
You pull out of me, making me groan and cry as my pussy spasums. It feels to empty now.
Well I cant fuck that, now can I? It’s all loose and useless.
You fill it with a dildo, the biggest you can find, or a bottle or something hard and humiliating.
You make me get on my own hands and knees. You position yourself just behind me. You tell me to push back, to fuck myself on your cock.
I’m trembling.
If i don’t want my boyfriend to hear about this, I will do it.
I force myself back. I cant help but pull forward. It hurts so much. Your cock is bigger than the plug.
Do you want some more lube, sweetheart? Oh I’m sorry. Here.
You force three fingers back into my dripping cunt, wiping them on your cock and my arse.
Is that better?
I cry as you pound into my arse.
Are you going to push back and please me, or do I have to get the deep heat again?
I push against you.
You pull the vibrator out, pressing it against my clit as you fuck my arse.
I start to cry again. I don’t want to come as you **** my arse, but I cant help myself. I cant help my moans of pleasure mixing with my pain.
You pull out and come across my back.
Your weight forces me to the bed, the vibrator still in place.
I curl in on myself again.
You release my hands. You stroke my hair and hip, making soothing sounds. It’s ok. I’ll make it feel better.
You hold the vibrator on me, teasing and tormenting me, making me come again and again and again without pause until I turn to you, sobbing and confusing and needing it to stop. You hold me gently and press a final item into me, this time my hands. It is a teddy bear.
You were my good little prick tease. Sssh. You want to be good for me again, don’t you? When you’re good, it doesn’t have to hurt so much.
You will be here in X days, waiting for me, won’t you, whore?
Daddy wants to play a little game with his new little princess.
You want to be Daddy’s princess, don’t you?
I tremble and nod and keep my eyes averted.
You’ll wear just what Daddy wants, wont you? You’ll wait for him in X hotel. Daddy wants to teach his special baby girl how to be a good, big girl for him. You can do that, cant you?
You are impatient. Your hand moves to my pussy. You hit it, hard. I scream.
Can you do that for Daddy?
Y-yes.
You hit my pussy again.
Yes what?
Y-yes D-daddy!
There’s my good girl.
Jane
- 14.10.2022
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