by cntrlphreaque
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"Scream," he simply said as he leaned in close, effectively shutting it up. He could hear the ragged breath of the other in the chair while he revelled in the confusion of this one. Before anything could register, the man shoved one finger up it's arse. He enjoyed the startled cry and curses that followed when he started to thrust inside it. He worked his finger slowly knowing it was more painful. Quickly he added another then another until he was at three. It struggled to stop the intusion but to no avail. It screamed in pain and profanities with every other breath. 'Tight this one is.'
The man pulled out and slapped it hard across the face. He turned and picked up a medium sized, ribbed, red vibrator and covered it with lube. As he did this he made it a point to look at the one struggling in the chair. He was pleased to see the tears in it's eyes.
"You sick fuck! I am gonna rip your head off!" it threated ineffectually from the bed. "Get that away from me!" there was a hint of panic in it's voice now.
The man set the vibrator down, picked up a whip and sturck it hard across the belly.
"Rules," he said and sturck again, enjoying the pain screams. He gave it three more lashes before he traded that for the prepared vibrator. Still he was met with defiance.
"Damn you to hell motherfucker, you're gonna pay!" it's venom was dimmed though not dimished.
"Am I?" he questioned before he shoved the vibrator in. His ears were greeted with the sweet sound of pain, shock, and violation. The man worked it in and out a few times then turned it on the lowest setting.
"Damn you! Get off me! STOP!" it panted over and over again. The man enjoyed blood sliding down it's arms from it's ripped wrists and the bruises it was causing on it's ankles by it's attempts to break free. This caused him to thrust harder and turn up the setting.
The man was erect in his pants but refused to do anything about it. He was in control and that included his own body. Feeling he was on the verge he pulled out the vibrator and set it aside. Choosing the large, blue, silicon penis shaped dildo, he lubed it up and locked it into the straps.
Turning back, he noticed it was sweating profusely and panting for breath, barely able to speak. The stuggle for dignity was going on along with the shock of rape coursing through it's mind and body. It was at his mercy and it could do nothing to stop him. Fear had replaced the fire.
"Don't!" it nearly pleaded with a heat the man did not expect. 'There is still fight in it yet,' he thought sliding the penis in, working it in and out a few minutes, then securing the straps into place around it's legs. It fought the butt plug.
That in place, the man stripped off the gloves and dropped them in a sack in his bag then went around the bed and chair to the bathroom. "I know you are enjoying the show," he taunted, petting the Pretty crying in the chair as he went by enjoying the flinch. When he came out he overheard a whispered hiss from it on the bed.
"--ammy, as soon as this sick fuck gets his rocks off we're outta here."
The man smiled.
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