Kira tried to close the sight of Charlie stripping by tightly shutting her eyes, she dreaded seeing him, even more so because she felt her body readying her for him. It wasn’t right, how could she want him inside her, why were her juices beginning to flow? Her internal battle was short lived, her eyes opened in startled surprise when she felt Charlie crush a nipple between thumb and forefinger, she yelped pain as he stretched her pert breast upward by the nipple, letting it snap painfully back into place. “That’s right bitch keep those eyes open, I want you to see everything that’s gonna happen to you.”
Charlie finished undressing and stood over her, his cock flaccid and limp, she leapt at the hope that maybe he couldn’t, maybe he wouldn’t rape her. Suddenly he grabbed both her ankles, lifting them and her legs until her toes were pointed at the wall behind her head. She squirmed in discomfort, her back lifting off the bed, her ass stuck up obscenely. She felt ropes winding around her legs, securing in this very vulnerable position. She almost laughed when she realized that this must be how a baby feels when it’s diaper is being changed, the first blow of his hand on her bottom obliterated any thoughts from her mind, a mind numbing crack of sound, followed by a wash of stinging pain almost took her breath away. It seemed the interval between sound and pain got smaller with each subsequent blow. Her ass quickly became engulfed in searing pain as Charlie continued the merciless beating. She squirmed and bucked, aware of how lewd she must look but not caring, the pain was relentless. Charlie stopped once, only long enough to caress her puckered asshole, leaning close to her ear, he whispered, so slut, has Jeffie ever fucked this hole,” slipping his finger into her anus, or is this the only place you might still be a virgin?”
Kira shakes her head from side to side, blinking rapidly she makes pleading sounds through her gag.
Laughing, Charlie fingers her anus for several moments “I’ll take that as a yes, not to worry though we’re gonna cure that real soon.”
A strangled “nooooo” is easily heard through the panty gag in Kira’s mouth.
Tiring of finger her asshole Charlie resumes spanking Kira, it seems to hurt more, tears are flowing freely down her cheeks, her body wracked wit sobs. She doesn’t even realize at first that the spanking has stopped until she feels her legs released. Lowering them back down to the bed is painful, cramped muscles spasm and protest, her bottom burns, she wiggles, trying to sooth it on the cool sheets. She feels Charlie force her legs apart, his hand cups a sopping pussy. “So you are a little whore aren’t you,” fingers sliding easily into her wet tunnel, “liked your spanking did you?” As he kneels between her legs, “all nice a wet and warm and ready for Charlie,” she screws her eyes shut in shame, how could she want this, a warning pinch and tweak of a swollen nipple opens them, “that’s right cunt, you gotta stay right here, no escape.”
Kira’s back arches and a long muffled scream escape as Charlie’s cock enter her to the hilt in one fast thrust, he begins to pump hard and fast, so hard that she can feel his balls slapping against her ass. Kira writhes and moans beneath him, soon thrust her hips up to meet him a gusher of cum feels here, the heat from its flow ignites her own orgasm, her body continuing to shudder from its force even as Charlie collapses on top of her.
Ashamed, Kira hopes it’s over as he begins to untie her arms, a false hope, as Charlie uses the rope to tie her hand together. “You are a very bad little slut,” wrapping the rope around her wrist, binding them together, “very bad.” “You came bitch, bitches like you aren’t allowed to cum.” Lifting her out of the bed using the rope that extended from her wrists and her hair, Kira squealed in fear and pain. Still holding a hand full of hair, he asked, “do you know what happens to bitches who come?
Wide eyed she shook her head no.
“Don’t lie cunt,” yanking at her head, “I hate lying cunts”
Frantic, because she did know what happened to bad girls, she shook her head yes, her eyes pleading for mercy.
There was none to be had, Charlie bent down and picked up his pants and dragged them along with him, whining and trembling Kira was led into the living room and pushed roughly, face first over the couch. The rope was easily passed through the cushions of the sleep sofa, securely fasten her arms and stretching her body over the sofa, her ass riding high up on the back rest of the sofa, her tear stained face buried in a seat cushion. Charlie knelt in front of Kira and lifted her face by the hair, showing her a knife that was in his pants. Kira’s eyes saucered in fright, her head moving in an almost imperceptible no pattern, grinning evilly Charlie cut the free end of the rope and moved behind the sofa. Kira felt first one ankle then other tied off to the sofa legs. She felt painfully split and vulnerable when Charlie appeared in front of her again, The screams of “nnoo, noo plea though muffled were plainly understandable as Charlie slowly extracted the belt from his jeans.
Kira’s head snapped up, at the first contact of the belt, it was a light stroke, it barely had any sting, which horrified her, he was planning on making this last, a long slow belt spanking. He slowly and almost gently covered her bottom with barely stingy strokes and slashes of the belt, from the top of her crack, almost to her knees, no single area escaped his painful attention. As he finished each pass the next series of strokes got harder and a little faster, even the insides of Kira’s delicate thighs got more attention then she wanted, the belt beginning to leave long red weal’s each place it touched. Her back was arched almost permanently as she struggled to escape the fiery pain. She do anything to stop it, anything.
Charlie seemed to sense this or he just got tired of swinging the belt, he whispered almost gently, “have you had enough, do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head yes.
“Well little slut if you want this to stop, you need to beg for something else. Are you ready to beg?”
She shook her head in agreement without hesitation.
“If I take the gag out are you going to scream?”
Her eyes and head said “No”.
“Just begging – no screaming,” brandishing the belt. “Or we start over.”
Franticly she agreed, she’d agree to anything as long as the belt wasn’t involved. When Charlie ripped the tape off her mouth, Kira gave a stifled little scream, she spit the panties out herself, her mouth tasted sour and felt cottony. She tried to speak but her voice at first failed her.
“Well bitch I don’t hear you begging…”
C…can…please let me suck your cock, I want to please,” adding he little girl whine that sometimes worked on Jeff.
Charlie picked up the belt and started to head around to the back of the couch, “not what I had in mind slut.”
“No,” panic in her voice, “please wait” she knew what he wanted of her, “oh God please, I Can’t,” she felt a gentle tap of the belt on her sore bottom, “n…no please, ahhh Shit, God,” then in almost a whisper, “p…please use my ass. Tears of real shame began to fall.
“What bitch?” Another tap of the belt, “was that begging, what do you want?”
“Please, please, a bit defiantly, I want you to fuck me up the ass…hard,” a bit of self satisfied smugness creeping into her new found voice.
