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Authors name: Blackzilla (blackzilla99@hotmail.com)
Story title : Sticks And Stones

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Sticks And Stones (Mdom/F, v, rp)
By Blackzilla (blackzilla99@hotmail.com)
For the Zilla Network 

***

All my life I have done what I was supposed to do. And 
what has it gotten me? Nothing. I've tried to do the 
right thing but the right thing never happens to me. I'm 
not even going to tell you about all the problems I've 
had with women over the past few years. Some of you 
bitches out there are really fucked up. You think you 
can just say and do anything to a man. You think you can 
use them and then cast their used up shell aside. Life 
is fucked up and I'm tired of being fucked. I guess 
that's why I did what I did the other night. 

I was at a bar minding my own bussines. When a pretty 
woman sat down next to me. She seemed to be a little 
younger then the normal crowd that hangs out at this 
particular bar. I didn't pay her any mind, I figured she 
was probably there to meet some guy or something.

She was actually quite beautiful. When she turned her 
head for a few moments I snuck a quick peak at her. She 
had jet-black hair and she was built really nice. She 
wasn't fat but she wasn't skinny. She had on a red tank 
top that hugged her medium sized breast real nice. She 
also wore one of those real tight spandex like shorts. 
I'm telling you the bitch was a real quitie. She was 
definitely out of my league. But what woman wasn't.

I must have been lost in my thoughts because I didn't 
even realize that she had turned around and was staring 
right at me. I lifted my eyes and looked into hers. 

"What the fuck are you looking at?" She said with the 
wickedest of attitudes.

I was stunned; at first I thought she was talking to 
someone else. All the other people at the bar lifted 
their heads up and stopped drinking. I didn't know what 
to say. I haven't done anything to this woman. All I was 
doing looking.

"Excuse Me," I said trying my best to be polite, and 
hoping that there was some kind of misunderstanding.

Then She spun her bar stool around and faced me, she 
looked me dead in the eye and said,

"I said, what - The - FUCK - Are - You - Looking at, 
Dick Head?" 

I couldn't believe my ears. My only crime was looking at 
a beautiful woman. I didn't say anything to her nor did 
I touch her. All I did was look at her with the pair of 
eyes that God had given me. What do you do in a 
situation like this? I did only thing I knew how to do. 
I smiled at her turned around and faced the bar. I 
picked up my drink and took another sip.

The other people at the bar started laughing and 
whispering under their breath. I didn't dare turn my 
head one-way or other. I was totally embarrassed. I kept 
a stone cold face. But inside I was on fire. I was 
sitting there staring at the wall boiling.

If this bitch, let me rephrase that, If this cunt was a 
man I would have smashed her face in. She was so 
typical. She was one of those bitches whose beauty 
disappeared as soon as she opened her mouth. Her above 
attitude made her ugly. A part of me wanted to turn 
around and tell her off.

A part of me wanted to tell her that she wasn't all 
that. A part of me wanted to tell her the truth about 
herself. And another part of me wanted to bend this cunt 
over the bar and shove my cock in her ass. But again, I 
did want came natural to me. I did nothing. 

I sat there for a few more minutes not sure what to do 
with myself. The cunt sat next to me and ordered a drink 
and then she whipped out her Cell Phone. She was talking 
very load on her phone. It sounded like she was arguing 
with some guy on the phone. It seemed like the guy on 
the phone had stood her ass up. I thought to myself, 
"Smart Man." She started yelling some more at this guy 
over the phone. She told him that she had gone to all 
this trouble to get her roommate out of the house for 
the weekend. I was still boiling on the inside but there 
was a part of me that was laughing at this cunts ruined 
plans. 

I guess I must have cracked a little smile. Because the 
next thing I heard was,

"What the fuck are smiling at." She said with fuck you 
smirk on her face. 

I couldn't understand this bitch. I mean, who the fuck 
does she think she is? For a second I thought she had 
lost her mind. Then I thought to myself. I thought 
about, how the world has changed in the past 30 years? 
Some women have lost their place in the world. With new 
laws and all that equal rights crap for women shit, that 
has blossomed over the past few decades, some women 
think that they are a equal match to man. They actually 
think they can go toe to toe with a man. Back in the 
days a woman would never dare say such things to a man, 
especially a stranger.

This cunt was begging for an old fashion ass whoop'in, 
or a nice backhand across the face. I quickly weighed 
out my option. If I smacked this bitch in the bar one of 
two things would happen.

1. Someone would call the police and I would be arrested 
for assaulting a woman.

2. The men in the bar would come to her defense and kick 
my ass all over the bar. 

Then there was a third option. An option that has never 
ever crossed my mind before. And as the thought danced 
around in my head I found myself getting excited. If 
this bitch only knew the thoughts that were floating 
around in my mind she would run out of that bar 
screaming. And right there sitting on that bar stool I 
had a revelation.

For the first time in my life my thoughts were clear. I 
knew what I had to do. I had to make things right. This 
pretty little cunt had insulted me for no reason. This 
pretty little woman had embarrassed me for no reason. 
This little cunt has probably never ever paid a price 
for actions. That's when it hit me. I looked in to her 
conceited, stuck up eyes and smiled. She rolled her eyes 
at me and then lifted her hand up and gave me the 
finger.

This time my reaction was very different. I started 
laughing my ass off right there at the bar. Because 
little did she know she was just adding more fuel to the 
fire. My laughter seemed to infuriate her even more. The 
little bitch had her hands full. She had one hand on her 
cell phone cursing out some guy and the other hand up in 
the air giving me the finger.

"Fuck you John! I'm going home and I never want to see 
your sorry ass again," she screamed into the phone. 

That was my queue. I got up, dropped a twenty on the bar 
and walked out the door. As I walked out of the bar I 
could see some of the people pointing at me and 
laughing. But for some reason it didn't bother me. I was 
in another zone at this point. I had one thing on my 
mind. And I knew at the end of this night I was gonna 
have the last laugh.

I walked slowly out of the bar. As soon as I got outside 
I ran to my car. It was late and the parking lot was 
dark. I sat in my car and waited. And I didn't have to 
wait long. Little Miss Attitude came out of the bar a 
few minutes later looking just as angry as she was when 
eyes first meet. She quickly got in her car and took 
off. I turned on my heads lights and quickly followed 
her. 

She jumped on the Bronx River Parkway and headed north. 
As I drove my excitement grew and so did my cock. I 
followed this bitch for about ten minutes. She got off 
one of the exits in Westchester and then turned towards 
the White Plains/Scarsdale border.

While I drove I remembered that I had a toy-pair of hand 
cuffs in the car. It was just like the real thing. But 
it was one of those pair of cuffs that had a fake 
keyhole. But to someone who didn't know they looked like 
and felt like the real thing. I also had my trust 
switchblade in the glove compartment. I always kept that 
in my car in case I ever had an emergency or something.

I made sure I gave her enough room. I didn't want her to 
think that someone was following her. She made a bunch 
of lefts and then a right turn into what looked like a 
dead end road. I slowed up and watched her carefully 
pull in to driveway. The house was pitch black and there 
were no other cars in the driveway. When she got out of 
the car she walked to the side of the house.

"This was perfect," I thought to myself. A lot of people 
convert their basements to small little apartments to 
help pay some of the bills. It's a common practice for 
middle class couples to do. It helps pay those giant 
mortgages in Westchester especially in Scarsdale.

I needed a place to park so I drove up the street where 
I saw a lot of parked cars. There must have been big 
party going on because the street was packed. I saw what 
looked like a bunch of high school kids on a porch 
drinking and smoking pot. I quickly parked my car and 
grabbed a few things and walked off. I walked quickly 
back to the house were cunt lived. Old people probably 
inhabited this neighborhood, because there weren't  any 
light on in any of the houses. The closer I got to the 
house the more excited I got. I didn't do anything yet 
and for some reason sneaking up toward this house was 
the most fun I've had in months.

The bitch drove one of those brand new Honda Civic 
Coupes. I have nothing against Honda but I wondered how 
her pretty little car would look with four flat tires. 
That's when I committed my first crime of the evening. 
With one click and a quick tour around her car I 
flattened all of her fucking tires. It was fun watching 
all four tires whistle as the air fled out of them.

"I hope this bitch has Triple A," I laughed to myself as 
I head for the back.

There was a small path leading toward the back of the 
house. The backyard was very dark and there was a light 
coming from a small window. I ducked down and made my 
way towards the window. Slowly I popped my head up to 
see if I could see anything inside. And there she was 
with her back turned to me bending over messing around 
with the stereo.

While she bent down I got a good look at her nice thick 
ass. Her shorts were way up her ass. And from behind I 
could see the crotch of her spandex splitting her pussy 
lips. She looked absolutely delicious. My cock was so 
hard it hurt. And what excited me the most was that this 
bitch had no clue of what was going on or what was about 
to happen.

She turned on the music and then she stood up. I had 
myself positioned perfectly. I crouched down behind a 
bush that was next to the window. The music was pretty 
load, which only reaffirmed to me that there was no one 
else in the house. I was ready, I was gonna get my 
revenge. I was going to do what needed to be done. I was 
gonna teach this bitch a lesson. I was gonna teach this 
bitch some fucking manners. 

I took a deep breath and checked myself. I've never done 
anything like this before. I asked myself if I could do 
this. I asked myself was I ready to take control. I 
asked myself if what I was about to do was worth the 
consequences. And the only answer that came to my head 
were. "YES... YES... and YES!"

I put the cuffs in my back pocket and popped the 
switchblade open. I was ready for action. I took one 
more look into the house so that I could see where she 
was. She was sitting down on the couch reading a 
magazine. She was totally oblivious to what was about to 
happen to her. A half hour ago this little cunt had 
plenty to say to me. I could still hear her words 
ringing in my ears, 

"What the fuck are you looking at dickhead?"     

That's was one question she will wish she never asked 
me. I was about to kick in the door and bum-rush her. 
That's when I noticed that the door was not closed 
fully. I slowly put my hand on the door and pushed it 
open. I Pushed it open an inch at a time. I had the door 
half way open and she didn't even realize it. She had 
her head buried in that magazine and was bobbing her 
head to the crappy music she was listening to.

I opened the door and walked right on in. I stood there 
for a moment in amazement. I felt like a man that hasn't 
eaten in days. I stood there for a moment and licked my 
lips salivating over the stuck up piece of flesh that I 
would soon be enjoying. I was in this weird zone. I was 
focused and I would not be denied. I hated her for what 
she did to me in the Bar. I was gonna make her pay for 
her words. She found it so fucking easy to embarrass me 
at the bar. I can't even imagine all the foul and wicked 
things she has said to other men in life. 

I took baby steps; quietly tip toeing my way towards her 
on the couch, ready to pounce on her at any moment. And 
that's when it happened. She lifted her head and her 
eyes flew open. I lunged for her and grabbed by the hair 
and put the knife under her throat. 

"Shut The Fuck Up! Not one fucking word bitch." 

Immediately she tried to get away. I let go of her hair 
and smacked her hard across the face.

"POOOOOWW!!!!!!" 

The blow sent her flying back in to the couch. I grabbed 
her by the hair and put the knife under her throat and 
this time I applied a little more pressure. She opened 
her mouth and again tried to scream but before she could 
make a sound I slapped the shit out of her. 

"Bitch! Didn't I tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP? Go ahead, 
try that shit again and I swear that's the last sound 
you will ever hear in your life." 

That's when she stopped dead in her tracks. That's also 
when she looked at me and realized who the fuck I was.

"Yeah! Yeah! Remember me? Yeah! Its me dick head." 

That's when I started laughing and she started crying 
like a little bitch. I was gonna have none of that. 

"Oh... Please. Please don't hurt me. My, my purse is 
over there. Take it... take what you want... just don't 
hurt me," she cried.

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up," I screamed just 
before I smacked her again.

"You just don't know when to shut your fucking mouth do 
you bitch?"

I could see the terror in her eyes and it delighted me. 
Only a half hour ago she was sitting at the bar 
ridiculing me. Only a half hour ago she thought she 
could say anything she wanted to me. It's funny how 
quickly change. And it's also funny how quickly people 
change when no one else is around to save their ass. I 
wanted to let her know who was in charge and I also 
wanted her to know that her life was in my hands. 

"Well, well, well, I'll bet you thought you would never 
see my again, Missy." 

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes as her body 
started to shake.

I told her not to make a sound. Then I told her that she 
better find a way to shut down those tears. I gave her a 
few seconds to get it together and she did the best she 
could with a switchblade pressed firmly against her 
throat. But you could still feel her fear in the room. 
Her fear of me gave me strength. Her fear fueled a new 
fire that started to build inside of me. 

"Please mister don't hurt Me... Please Sir." 

The sound of her voice annoyed me. Although the tone was 
much different from when she was in the bar. That's when 
I smacked her again.

"POOOOOWWWW!!!!!!" 

"Didn't I tell you to keep your trap shut...Look here 
missy...You better keep your trap shut or else...the 
sound of your voice annoys me...If you would have kept 
you mouth shut at the bar I wouldn't even be here right 
now."

After she realized I wasn't fucking around she shut 
right up and stopped crying. But her body trembled ever 
so lightly. Even though I didn't give a fuck I asked her 
name.

"Listen up... and listen closely...I'm not going to 
repeat myself. You are going to exactly as I say or 
else. You are gonna speak only when spoken to. If you 
attempt to escape I'll kill you. If you try to scream, 
I'll slice your throat. If you piss me off in any way, 
your ass is toast. Do you understand?"

She immediately nodded her head. Which was a good start. 
Then I said to her,

"Good, good, you're learning. Now I'm gonna ask you a 
question. All I want is a simple answer. You're gonna 
answer me quickly and politely. Now nod your head if you 
under stand me." 

And again she quickly nodded her head.

"First lets get acquainted. What's your name bitch?"

Her body was still very stiff and her lower lip was 
trembling as she tried to say her Name.

"M-M-Ma--Monica." 

"Monica. Well tt's a pleasure to meet you Monica. I hope 
that's your real name, but who really cares.

I was loving it. For the first time in my life I was, 
how do they say it, "THE FUCKING MAN!!!"

"Well Monica, I'll go by the name you so kindly gave me 
at the bar. You can call me Dick Head....as a matter of 
fact you will address me as Mr. Dick Head." 

I laughed out load hearing myself say those words. I 
could tell by the look in her face that she did find it 
so funny. And I could also sense a bit of confusion 
coming from her. She had this confused look on her face. 
She looked like she had some questions. And her 
questions would soon be answered. 

"Monica, you look confused baby. I'll bet you're 
wondering why I'm here? Well I'll tell why...Would you 
like that? Would you like to know why I'm here?" 

She nodded her head and looked into my eyes. I spook 
slow because I wanted her to know why I was in her home. 
I spoke to her as though she was a child and she listen 
like a child waiting to find out her punishment. 

"Well baby, I'm here because you have a big fucking 
mouth. Earlier this evening you belittled me and 
embarrassed at the bar. And for what? I didn't say or do 
a thing to you. All I did was look at you. I was minding 
my own business until you walked in with your attitude. 
You walked into that bar as though the world belonged to 
you. You humiliated me for no reason. Why? Because I 
gazed at you...Just who the fuck do you think you 
are?...Do you think you can just walk into a bar, insult 
a complete stranger and get away with it? Do you think 
you can just call a man who is sitting at the bar 
minding his own business names, and then on top of that, 
give him the finger, just because you feel like it." 

As I spoke and reminded her of how our first encounter 
went I got angry. I felt the same feelings I felt when I 
was sitting there at the bar. 

"Mister. Please Sir. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. 
Please, I'm Sorrrrrrr..." but before she could get the 
last sorry out of her mouth I backhanded her across the 
face.

"Shut the fuck up! You see that's the shit I'm talking 
about. You have a big fucking mouth and you don't know 
when to keep your trap shut."

She looked pathetic and beautiful at the same time. A 
part of me couldn't believe that this was the same woman 
at the bar. She was so tuff and ruthless at the bar, and 
now she whimpering like a little puppy. I couldn't wait 
to feast on her sweet, tender young body. I grabbed her 
by the hair and placed the switchblade under her throat. 
The look of fear on her face was priceless. Then I 
softly placed the blade against her skin.

Her eyes grew wide as slide the blade towards the thin 
strap of her tight little belly shirt. With a quick 
motion I easily cut through the thin fabric. The strap 
fell against her body and exposed one of her tits. It 
was absolutely gorgeous. She immediately tried to cover 
her exposed tits, which pissed me off big time.

"Move your fucking hand Monica. Move your fucking hand, 
NOW!" I growled at her.

She was shaking and looked confused. "Please Sir. 
Please. Please don't do this to me," she cried. 

That's when I remembered the hand cuffs that where in my 
back pocket. I grabbed her left that she was covering 
her nipple with. I reached in to my back pocket with my 
right hand and whipped out the cuffs. She tried to yank 
her hand out of my hands when she saw the cuffs with her 
free hand. As soon as her free hand came up I cuffed 
that one first and then cuffed the other. It happened so 
fast. Before she was able to take her next breath she 
was securely cuffed and truly my prisoner.

I grabbed her and yanked her to her feet. She had some 
kind of wooden ladder looking thing in the corner next 
to the couch. I pushed her over buy it and spun her 
around. Then I pushed her down to her knees. Then I 
grabbed her handcuffed hands and raised them above her 
head and placed them near the top of the wooden ladder. 
I took the switchblade and placed it under her throat 
and told her not to move. Then I quickly cut off the 
other strap.

I was the one that was now speechless. She had the 
breast of a young teenage girl. Her tits were perfect. 
They looked like two teardrops. While I was busy ogling 
her tits she tried to jerk her hand cuffed hands free 
from my grip. 

"Didn't I tell your sorry ass not to move? I had it with 
you stupid ass." 

I grabbed the knife and flipped it around in my hand. I 
held it like a dagger as I brought the tip of the blade 
to her forehead. I placed the blade between her eyes and 
acted as though I was lining it up to slam it into her 
forehead. Pulled my hand back and looked her dead in the 
eyes. She looked like her life was flashing between her 
eyes. And that's exactly the way I wanted her to feel. 

"Fuck you bitch," I shouted as I cocked my arm back with 
the knife. I flung my knife wielding hand back like a 
major league pitcher would do with a baseball. I grunted 
like a deranged lunatic when I came put of my windup 

"Aggghhhhh," I grunted as I drove the switchblade like a 
spike between the metal rings into the wooden ladder 
thing. 

When she open her eyes and realized that she wasn't dead 
I laughed at her. Then I warned her. 

"Disobey me again Monica. Do it one more time. Go ahead, 
I dare you. Next time I'll plunge this knife into your 
brain. Would you like that Monica? Do you want to die 
sweetie? Huh? Huh? ANSWER ME BITCH!!!!!!"

"No, I--I--I don't want to die! I'll do what ever you 
say. Please don't hurt me anymore," she cried.

I still didn't trust this crafty little bitch. But with 
her hand secure I felt a lot more comfortable. The only 
thing I was worried about was her mouth. She might try 
and scream or something. I had just the thing to shut 
her up. That's when I Informed, well told her, what I 
was gonna do next.

"Monica, Monica my dear... I wish I had more time to 
play with you, but I don't. I don't have all fucking 
night although I wish I did." 

That's when she raised her head up and looked at me. I 
could feel her eyes looking deep into my soul in search 
of some kind of humanity. Afraid to speak she used her 
eyes to attempt to communicate with my heart. But she 
would not be successful, for my heart had been blackened 
by her words early that evening. Then I said what I felt 
in my darkened heart. 

"Monica, here's the deal baby. First let me tell you 
that I don't like you and I don't care weather you live 
or die. You are a stuck up, big mouth cunt that needs to 
be taught a lesson. I want an apology my dear." 

Before I could complete my thought she started 
apologizing. I quickly raised my hand and made like I 
was gonna slap her again. My gesture shut her up 
instantly. Then I continued.

"You think your words are gonna be good enough. I'm 
sorry baby...its gonna take a lot more then words for me 
to forgive you. You're gonna show me how sorry you are." 

That's when I placed my hand on her stomach. And started 
to slowly work my way down towards her pussy. I slowly 
caressed her soft fleshy stomach to the top of her 
shirt. Then I slide my hand down and cupped her pussy 
mound atop her short. Immediately I could feel the heat 
between her legs. And her pussy felt nice and meaty. 

"Please Don't do this to me. Please don't rape me 
Mister." 

That's when I grabbed her pussy with my thumb and index 
finger. I gave her pussy mound a nice hard pinch 
trapping the folds of her puffy pussy lips between my 
fingers. I had a good two and half inches of warm fleshy 
pussy meat between them. 

"Rape? Rape, that's such a cruel word my dear. I'm not 
going to rape you. You see Monica, You are gonna use 
your cunt and your mouth to show me just how sorry you 
are. You are going to suck my cock for calling me Dick 
Head.... And then your going to use your cunt on my cock 
to show me that you're apology was sincere.

As I spoke to her and laid out her future. I released 
her pussy and worked my hand up toward the top of her 
short. I placed my fingers on the zipper and slowly 
unzipped her pants. She didn't even realize what I was 
doing. Before she knew it I had her pants pushed down to 
her knees. 

Her bush was nicely trimmed. The jet-black hair on her 
bush matched the hair on her head perfectly. I've always 
preferred women with hair between there legs. I've never 
been a big fan of bald pussies but I've also never 
turned away from a bald cunt. 

My cock was so hard, the throbbing had become painful. I 
quickly stood up and started unzipping my pants.

"Monica I want you to say hello to my little friend." 

When she saw my cock she gasped and then quickly turned 
her head. I wasn't going to have any of that shit. I 
smacked her across the face and ordered her to turn 
around. And she quickly turned around. I can see that 
this was going to be easy but I was willing and most 
importantly, I wanted to punisher for any act of 
disobedience.

My cock finally feeling some freedom was drawn to her 
body. I pushed myself against her and placed the tip of 
my cock against one of her spectacular tits. And then it 
happened. 

She gave me a wicked look; it was a look of pure hatred. 
I could see and feel the hatred coming from her eyes. It 
was the same look she gave me at the bar. My terrified 
little victim was now angry. And I was loving it. This 
was the look that had angered me so much.

It was that, "How dare you," look. It was the same look 
she had on her face when she so kindly asked me, " What 
the fuck are you looking at?" This bitch needed more 
then a lesson. She needed help. I just laughed at her, a 
part of me wanted to knock her fucking teeth out and 
another part of me wanted to ram my cock down her 
throat. 

"The clock is ticking baby... It's time to get down to 
business." 

She didn't say a word. I was actually shocked. She knew 
what she going to do. I wanted to see just how obedient 
little miss big mouth was going to be. 

"Monica. I want you to open that big mouth of your and 
suck my cock. You want to suck it right? You want my 
cock in your mouth...You wanna show me how sorry you 
are, RIGHT?" 

"No," She quickly relied. And my friends, that was the 
wrong answer. Because her quick response was met with a 
quick backhand to the head.

POOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!

"Wrong answer BITCH," I shouted as went for the knife. I 
yanked the knife out of the wood. And tossed her stupid 
ass to the ground. Then I grabbed her buy the hair and 
put her back onto her knees. Then I placed the knife on 
her neck just under her cheek.

"I guess you forgot who's running this show Monica. The 
proper response would have been, "Yes Mister Dick Head. 
I'm sorry please let me suck your cock." 

The tip of my cock had grazed against her lips. I wanted 
to shove my cock in her mouth but I also wanted her to 
ask me for my cock. 

"Say it bitch! Say it! You have a big fucking mouth. You 
like talking shit! Now say it or I'll cut your throat 
and fuck your dead body 'till it gets cold."

I only had to wait about two seconds. Before she spoke.

"Pa--Pa--Pa--Please Mister... Please, Mister Dick Head 
I'm Sorry... Please Let me suck your cock," she 
stuttered.

Finally her big fucking mouth spewed something that I 
wanted to hear. I waited about ten seconds and she 
didn't make a move. That's when I placed the tip of the 
blade directly under her chin and gave it a little push. 
That was all it took. Before I knew it my cock was 
engulfed into a warm slippery mouth. 

"Mmmmmm, Awweeee, fuck!!!!" I moaned when I felt those 
lips wrap around my shaft. 

"Yeah that's right baby... suck my fucking dick! Suck it 
bitch."

It had been a long time since I had felt a nice warm 
mouth around my cock. Her mouth was a perfect fit for my 
cock. It wasn't too tight and it wasn't to loose. With a 
little encouragement from the switchblade that was 
firmly placed under her chin. She started moving her 
head back and forth. I wanted more tongue action. I 
slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. When I did that 
she looked up at me.

"Lick it baby, I know you know how to suck cock. Stick 
your tongue out and lick it."

She didn't even protest this time cause her tongue came 
out flickering. She had my cock bobbing up and down from 
the quick up strokes of her tongue. While her tongue 
danced with my cock I looked into her eyes.

"Do you want live Monica?" I asked while she continued 
to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue.

When I looked down at her I sensed something, I sensed 
something new as I felt her body exhale and kind of 
relax. Before there was fear and then came anger. Now I 
saw and felt something else from her. It was in her eyes 
and it was pure. It was defeat. I think it was at that 
point that the reality of what she had done to me 
earlier had become clear. And I think it was at that 
point she realized that she had fucked up. And I also 
think that it was at that point that she realized that 
this was the price she must pay. 

I felt like a God. Her destiny rested on the tip of the 
blade that was in my hand.

"Monica I don't want to hurt you anymore. But you're 
gonna satisfy me. Just do what I tell you to do and I 
won't hurt you anymore."

And just like that the tension in the room changed. I 
plunged my cock into her mouth and there was no protest. 
I  grabbed her by the head and started humping her face 
like It was fucking a pussy. I gave her commands and she 
followed them.

"Yeah! That's it Monica. Suck it! Suck my cock! Use your 
tongue baby, work that big fucking mouth." 

And boy did she ever. She worked her tongue on the 
underside of my cock like a pro. I couldn't take it 
anymore. My balls started rumbling and I knew I was 
gonna blow. Tightened my grip around her head and rammed 
my cock deep into her mouth.

"Awe FUCK!!" I growled as my orgasm gripped me like I 
vise.

I came hard and fast down her throat. Moaning and 
growing as each blast of cum rocketed out of my cock and 
pelted her gullet. Thick globs of cum spewed from my 
cock and down the throat. My entire body was tingling 
with electric orgasmic pulses. My hips bucked forward 
forcing my cock even deeper down her throat. It wasn't 
till I felt her body jerk that I realized she couldn't 
breath. I pulled my cum coated, saliva drenched cock out 
of her mouth. She immediately fell to the ground crying 
and gasping for air and coughing up cum and spit.

It took me a moment to catch my own breath and stabilize 
myself. When I looked down at the pile of flesh that was 
lying on the ground I felt justice flow through my 
veins. She had humiliated me in the bar and I got my 
revenge. I could only image how she must be feeling 
right know. But my work wasn't done. I needed to feel 
her. I need to feel her cunt wrapped around my cock. 

Break time was over. I grabbed her handcuffed wrist and 
lifted her to her feet. Her face was flush, she looked 
like she was about to get sick. 

"Are you okay Monica? You did really well. You're a good 
cocksucker. Now get your shit together because I'm not 
done with you yet."

I expected a reaction but there was none. She just 
simply bowed her head down and said nothing. 

"You know what I want Monica? you know what you have to 
do? Right baby?" 

I spoke softly and this time very slowly. Just thinking 
about my cock entering her cunt was enough to get my 
juices flowing once again. My cock strung back to life 
and actually brushed against her stomach. She looked 
down at cock and then looked up at me. Her facial 
expression remained the same. It was like staring into 
the eyes of a drugged out Zombie. It was like she wasn't 
even there anymore. Her body was there, but her mind was 
somewhere else. 

I let go of her and spun her around towards the couch. I 
placed my hands. Around her waist and pulled her to me 
from behind. I held her in a tight embraced as I 
caressed her soft skin. My rock hard cock resting 
comfortably between her soft fleshy asscheeks. I raised 
my hands and cupped her beautiful teardrop tits. Her 
body was so warm and her skin was soft and tender to the 
touch. 

"God damn Monica! You're so fucking beautiful. You're 
one the prettiest girls I've ever seen. It's a shame 
that your big fucking mouth takes all that beauty away 
from you. I wish it didn't have to be this way." I 
exhaled into her ear as I brought my left hand down 
towards her pussy.

She didn't even flinch when my hand passed by her pubic 
mound. For a second I found myself getting lost in the 
moment. Her closed legs only stopped my traveling hand 
momentarily. I didn't have to say a word. Control had 
already been established. I brought my hand up a few 
inches and rubbed her soft puffy pubic mound. Then I 
continued with my journey by placing my finger right 
between her pussy lips. I didn't even have to say word. 
I put little pressure on the left side of her pussy. She 
leaned back against my body and moved her left leg out 
about a foot. My finger just melted into the folds of 
her pussy lips grazing past her clit. 

Her head shut up as if she had been awakened suddenly. I 
moaned softly as I cupped her pussy with the rest of my 
hand and easily slid my finger into her moist cunt. 
Inside her cunt felt like warm gooey pudding.

"Mmmmm, baby. Your pussy feels so good..." I whispered 
into her ear."

I could feel her tender cunt gripping at my finger each 
time I plunged it inside her body. While I slowly 
masturbated her cunt her breathing started to increase. 
I placed another finger in her cunt and was rewarded 
with a nice warm gooey treat. Her body shook and 
trembled softly as her juices flowed freely into my 
palm. She didn't have to say a word because her body 
language spoke for her. Earlier her body trembled in 
fear.

Now her body trembled from pleasure. I could feel her 
trying to fight it off. Then she raised her cuffed hands 
and placed them over face. The shame of cumming in the 
arms of a man that was raping her was too much for her. 
I was in another world and loving it. Earlier I wanted 
to punish her and inflict pain. But now I wanted to 
punish her with pleasure and shame. 

"I now you're cumming, you nasty little bitch, Look at 
cha' cumming in the arms of a stranger, you should be 
ashamed of yourself."

I called her names while plunged my fingers in and out 
of her cunt. I told that she was slut, I told her that 
that she whore. I told her that only a whore could find 
pleasure from being raped. Her pussy was on fire and my 
fingers stroked and fed the blaze the was burning 
between her legs.

"Do you hear that Monica? Listen baby. Do you hear your 
cunt singing?" I whispered.

She was in no shape to answer my question and it wasn't 
a question that I need answered. The combination of my 
fingers and her juicy cunt created a beautiful melody in 
the room. The sound of squishy cunt filled my ears and 
the scent of her excited pussy filled my nostrils.

I removed my hand from her cunt and brought it up to my 
face. My fingers were smothered in her juices. I placed 
my hand next to my face and inhaled her extracted 
juices. Then I placed my finger in my mouth and tasted 
her. She lowered her hands and turned her head back 
slightly and watched me suck her juices. Then I moved my 
hand toward her face. I placed my hand under her nose 
she tried to turn her head but I made sure I kept my 
hand under her nose so that she could smell her own 
cunt. With nowhere to go she was forced to inhale her 
own scent.

"Open your mouth Monica. Open your mouth and lick this 
shit off my hand." 

She held her lips tightly together not wanting to suck 
her own cunt juices. This time her protest didn't anger 
me. I knew she was already embarrassed from cumming in 
my arms. And I also knew that making her lick and suck 
on her own fluids would further accomplish my goal. And 
my goal was to humiliate her by any means necessary.

"Monica. Please don't make me ask you again. You're 
doing so well baby. It would be a shame to kill you now, 
especially after all we've been through. Now be a good 
little girl and open your BIG FUCKING MOUTH!!!!" 

And that's what she did. She opened her mouth and sucked 
in my finger.

"Yeah, that's it! Mmmm, suck that shit! Get all of it. 
Get your nasty cunt juice off my fingers bitch." 

Watching her suck that shit off my fingers almost made 
me cum. I took my free hand and jammed two finger into 
her cunt. She sucked on hand while my other hand found 
its way to her clit. Her body shook and trembled 
violently when I attacked her clit. I worked her pussy 
with my left hand until I felt it was nice and juicy. I 
pulled my right hand out of her mouth and made a quick 
switch.

I stuck my right hand back into her cunt and quickly 
shoved my left hand into her big mouth. She had no 
choice but to suck on a fresh batch of her own pussy 
juice. I was enjoying this big time. I've never even 
seen nor have I ever heard of such an act like this. 
Before she could finish licking her cunt juices off of 
one hand, I would pull it out of her mouth and replace 
it with another hand that was fully loaded with her 
flavor.

I toyed with her clit with one hand while she sucked on 
my fingers. I spread her pussy lips apart and attacked 
her clit. I rubbed it hard and fast. The harder I rubbed 
her clit the harder she sucked my fingers. Then her body 
locked up. She bit down on my finger as a massive orgasm 
swept through her body causing her to buck wildly.

"Go ahead, go ahead CUM! CUM, CUM you filthy whore." 

She released my finger from her mouth and exhaled a long 
deep breath, "Aggghhh," she moaned as her body shuddered 
in my clutches.

"No, no more. Please, no more," She gasped. 

She moaned and begged me to stop. Her request landed on 
deaf ears, I ravished her clit and punished her pussy by 
ramming three fingers deep into her sloppy cunt. It was 
like holding onto a car that was out of control. I held 
on and steered her through her through another massive 
orgasm. If her body jerked left, I moved right. If she 
moved right, I went left. I've never witnessed a woman 
cumming like that in my life. She bucked one final time 
before releasing a deep grown just before her knees 
buckled. I held her up by her cunt; my three fingers and 
my palm were the only thing that kept her from falling 
on her face. 

I've never heard a woman grown and moan while cumming 
like that in my life. It was truly a sight to see and 
hear. I couldn't take it anymore I needed to fuck her 
and I need to fuck her now. I picked her up and tossed 
her limp orgasmic weakened body onto the couch.

Her ass was sticking straight out. My target was clear 
and it was well prepared. I put one hand on her ass and 
my other hand on my cock and I took aim.

I held back nothing. I rammed my cock deep into her cunt 
with one mighty thrust. Her cunt muscles reacted 
immediately as if it was trying to squeeze my cock out 
of her cunt. After four or five deep thrust her pussy 
gave up and accepted my cock. I pounded her cunt with 
everything I had. I placed my hand on her hip and pulled 
her toward me with every thrust. 

"Yeah that's it! Awe fuck! Awe Fuck Yeah!" I moaned 
while I pounded her cunt with devastating blows. 

I wasn't sure what I enjoyed watching more, her head 
snapping violently back or my cock ramming into her 
sweet pussy. The act was so pure and it was selfish. Of 
all the women I have ever fucked this was the best. It 
was the best because I didn't give a fuck. I wasn't 
worried about her needs. It was all about me. I didn't 
give a fuck about her feelings. She was a bitch with a 
big Fucking Mouth that just happened to fuck with the 
wrong Mother fucker on the wrong fucking day. And now it 
was time for her to pay for her sins.

I could feel the tension erupting and building up in my 
nut sack. I was able to pull my cock out of her cunt in 
just a nick of time. I wanted to cum but not yet. I just 
fucked her but now I wanted her to fuck me. I pulled my 
cock out of her cunt and admired my work. Her pussy 
whole was wide open and looked nice and stretched out. 
She turned her head and looked at me.

I walked over to the arm of the couch and said sternly,
"Get your sorry ass over here. Your pussy is dripping. 
Lick this shit off my fucking cock NOW!!" 

She turned around and scooted over towards the end of 
the couch. She looked at my cock and I could see the 
disgusted look on her face knowing that now she would 
have to suck her cunt juices again, but this time she 
was gonna have to suck it off my cock. I wasn't going to 
wait. I took the knife, which I was holding in my mouth 
while fucked her and placed the blade against her check. 
And that was all I had to do.  

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. A half second 
later I felt my cock sliding into her big warm mouth. 
She started sucking my cock hard and fast. She raised 
her handcuffed hands up and started stroking my cock 
while she sucked on it. Then it dawned on me that she 
was trying to make me cum. Although it felt good, 
cumming in her mouth again was not on my list. I have 
been there and done that already. 

"What the fuck are you doing? Trying to make me cum 
bitch? Who told you to suck me like that? Slow the fuck 
down," I commanded.

She slowed down instantly but never looked up at me. I 
wanted to see her eyes. I wanted to look into her eyes 
with my cock in her mouth. I told her to open her eyes 
and look at me. I knew she heard me. But she didn't 
respond. But when I pressed the blade against her cheek 
a little firmer and started sliding the knife back 
against her soft white skin, her big beautiful eyes 
opened right up.

Looking into the eyes of a frightened woman with a cock 
in her mouth and a knife against her cheek was 
incredible. Her eyes told the story. And it was at that 
moment that I knew that she was truly sorry for what she 
had done to me earlier that evening. I could feel and 
sense her sorrows. But I wasn't done yet. I need to cum 
and her mouth wasn't going to cut it this time.

"If you think I'm gonna cum in your mouth bitch you're 
crazy...I'm gonna cum in your cunt...That's right 
bitch....I'm gonna fill your cunt with cum just like I 
filled your Big mouth up earlier." 

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and stepped back. As 
soon as I stepped back she fell on the ground to her 
knees and started crying. She raised her cuffed hands 
up. She looked like a woman who was on her knees praying 
to God. 

"Please... Please sir... I'm begging you, don't cum in 
me! Please! I don't have any protection. Please don't 
cum in me! I don't want to get pregnant! Please! I--I--
I'll suck you off again, I'll suck your cock! Please! 
I've done everything you asked me to do. Don't do this 
to me!"  

I allowed her to speak only because I enjoyed the sound 
of her terrified and shaky voice. Her begging me not to 
cum in her cunt only made me want to do even more. I 
told her to shut up and then yanked her up to her feet 
by her shackled wrist. I spun her around with her back 
to the couch. I pushed my pants all the way down to my 
ankles and sat down. My cock was hard as a rock and 
point straight up towards the ceiling. I was gonna make 
her fuck me. She was going to do all the work. I was 
gonna make her jump up and down and on my cock until I 
filled her fucking cunt up with hot sperm. 

"Come on Monica. Come over here and sit on my fucking 
cock."

She turned around sobbing and took a step toward me. She 
was about to straddle me until I said, "Turn the fuck 
around. I'm sick of looking at your sorry face, you look
pitiful. Turn around Bitch." 

And she did look pitiful. I didn't want to look at her 
face anymore. I wanted to check out her big ass while I 
filled her up with my seed. She put her head down and 
slowly turned around. She bent forward and then slowly 
started moving her ass back towards my cock. I placed my 
hand on her ass to guide her to me. She lost her balance 
and fell towards me impaling herself on my rock hard 
cock. My cock sunk deep into her slippery snatch.

"Mmmmmmm, GODAMN! That feels so fucking good," I moaned. 

Monica said nothing and she also did nothing. She just 
sat there. She knew just like I knew that as soon as she 
started moving that big juicy ass of hers what was going 
to happen. She knew that she was going to get a belly 
full of cum. And like so many times that evening she 
needed a little encouragement, which I was more then 
happy to give her. I grabbed the knife and placed the 
blade flat against her pussy.

"You see this knife Monica? Ya see this knife Bitch? I 
swear to God, if you don't start moving your big fucking 
ass. I'm gonna flip you over and fuck you in your 
asshole! Its been a while since I fucked a bitch in the 
ass. Do you want a cock in your ass Monica? If you don't 
start moving I swear I'll rip your asshole to shreds"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Please, I'll do it. I'm sorry," 
she cried out as she started moving her ass around.

My empty threats worked. She found a way to work that 
cunt up and down my cock. Before I knew it she found a 
nice rhythmic movement that suited us both. I placed my 
hands on her ass and spread her cheeks to get a better 
view of my cock entering her body. I barked out orders 
and she followed them without hesitation. 

"Yeah, now that's it. Yeah work that ass bitch! Fuck me! 
Make me cum. Work that cunt! Its almost over baby make 
me cum and I'll leave you alone... Do it baby! Do it! Do 
it! You fucking whore, make me cum, Big Mouth."

That was the last word I ever said to her. I grabbed her 
by the waist and drove my cock deep into her unprotected 
cunt and fired away. 

"Agggghhh, agghhhh, agggghhhh," I growled as my cock 
took aim at her womb and unleashed an unholy flow of 
angry sperm into the depths of her cunt. 

I came hard and heavy. I quickly grabbed her breast and 
pulled her body against mine. I held her and squeezed 
her entire body while my cock spit sperm into her cunt. 
Cumming in her pussy sent my whole body into 
convolutions. It was my turn to tremble and shake as 
waves of orgasmic bliss consumed my entire being.

After I emptied myself inside her beautiful pussy I 
angrily pushed her off of me. She fell to the ground and 
started crying. She was a mess, her face her hair in 
complete disorder. She was on the floor curled up in the 
fetal position crying and coughing. And each time she 
coughed cum bubbled out of her pussy. Cum oozed out of 
her thoroughly raped cunt and dribbled down her ass 
cheek to the ground forming a small little puddle.

It was at that moment the reality of what I've done 
became clear. Deep down I knew that what I was doing to 
her was wrong. I knew I was going to do something fucked 
up to this woman the moment I got in my car and I didn't 
drive away. I suppressed the truth by telling myself 
that I was teaching her a lesson. While I was raping 
her, I told myself that what I was doing was right. I 
told myself that she deserved it. I told myself that I 
was only doing to her what a number of men have only 
dreamed of doing to a rude and stuck up bitch like her. 
I knew what I was doing was a crime but I told my self 
it was a Gentle Sin.

Looking back at the entire incident. I still don't know 
what set me off. Was it hate? Was it pure anger? Or was 
it selfish lust? While sharing this tale with you I've 
come to realize one thing. Rape is not gentle and nor is 
it a sin. It is, what it is. It's a criminal act. I 
punished Monica for words. I raped her for Things she 
said to me. 

After I got dressed I took the cuff off of her hands. I 
found her phone and ripped it out of the wall. I took 
the phone line and loosely tied her hands and feet. She 
barely moved while I tied her hand and feet. I walked 
over to the door and took one last look at her. She was 
sobbing softly and still shaking. I wanted to say 
something but then I realized there was nothing left to 
say to her. I Simply closed the door and walked away.

On my way home I thought about the entire evening. I 
looked deep into my soul, I was looking for answer but I 
wasn't sure of the question. It took me a few days to 
figure out the question. I was in a park and a saw a 
couple of children calling each other names. Then one of 
the girls called the other girl a cruel name. The little 
girl was furious. She then pouted her lips and recited 
an old nursery rhyme that I haven't heard in years. She 
stuck her tongue out and said, 

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will 
never hurt me."

As a youth, such a thing might make sense. But in the 
real world, words do hurt. And as we get older the words 
we say become more powerful. And as we mature our words 
and things we say have consequences. If you don't 
believe me, just ask Monica...


The End 

Forgive me Father For I have Sinned. Forgive me Father 
For I don't know why I can't stop writing Rape 
Stories...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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