Punishment for an Ex [MF] [Rape]

It was the semester after she had dumped me. After only a couple of weeks of dating, she dumped her boyfriend for me, lead me on twice already, and gave me hope that we were going to be together. Then over the summer, she revealed that she had a new boyfriend and didn’t say a word to me about it.

I was angry. So angry.

I fell so hard for her and she treats me like some garbage that she can just toss and get another dick just like that? All of her relationships don’t last anyways so what’s the point in being angry.

Because fuck her that’s why.

I saw her several times that semester. With or without whatever number boytoy she was on now. She cut her hair short and it looked awful. Every time that I saw her stupid face I got so fucking angry that it was unbearable. I wanted to hurt her and I knew that for a fact. So throwing my morals to the wind I decided that I was going to make her pay. Maybe she could feel a fraction of what she did to me.

I was still somewhat friends with her roommates; 5 of them total. I asked them if I could hang out and study a bit and we could all catch up. They agreed and that night we hung out in the living room area of their college apartment. It was only about an hour before I could tell that my ex was secretly asking my roommates for me to leave, and that she wanted some alone time. I stole a quick glance at one of their phones as they were responding.

Perfect.

The oldest of them all said that we should all see a movie. The ex gave a not feeling well excuse. I said that I still had a lot of work to get done, but I’d see them out. We all shuffled to the door and I began heading back to my room as the others drove off.

And I stopped. I waited. And waited. I waited until about 10 minutes had passed, and I headed back to the dorm I just left.

My backpack was still in their living room, just like I wanted.

The car was gone. They really did go see a movie, which was somewhat lucky on my part. I texted the ex and asked her to let me in and that I had to use the bathroom really bad, just so I could get inside her place again. It worked. She opened the downstairs door and led me up to her apartment. I stepped inside apologizing, and the door clicked and auto-locked behind me.

The next thing I knew, my hands were wrapped around her thin throat and I threw her to the hardly carpeted tile floor. She tried to squeal but a scarce little peep sputtered out.

That felt fucking invigorating.

I walked over and stepped on her tiny frame. She was barely over half my size. A frail little thing that I was eager to break. She let out a wheeze while I stood partially on her stomach. I kneeled down to her and got my face real close to hers until I could feel what little breath she had against my face. Her eyes began to fill with tears, while I kept the most stoic face I could muster, hiding every ounce of joy and eagerness in my body. I leaned close to one of her decorated ears and let out the most matter-of-fact voice I had,

“I’m going to hurt you.”

With that, the tears rolled down her face as I stood to tower over her. I grabbed her lapel, and yanked her to a half-sitting, half-standing position. Just for fun, I decked her in the face on her left side. She let out a small yelp as I struck, a red spot immediately forming. I grabbed her hair and tugged hard, forcing her to look in my eyes, showing her that I was not joking around. With my free hand I pulled my solid cock through my jeans’ zipper. She stared at it with her now red eyes, and they grew wider the longer they were forced to stare at it. I’m not ashamed to say that my cock has made girls afraid before, but it always fit where I wanted it to. This time I was thriving off the fear in her face as reality fell upon her.

I pushed her face into it, urging her to provide my cock with her new role. Of course she remained tight-lipped and tried to look away from her duties. I decided that she needed to be reminded that she didn’t have a choice anymore, and wrapped my hand around her throat once again, squeezing more tears from her pathetic whimpering expression.

“Either you open your mouth and take it like the bitch that you are, or I’ll make sure you’re passed out as I use you.”

With that she tried to nod and managed to open her mouth a little, and in doing so, I let go of her now darkened throat. She opened up wide and stuck out her tongue as far as she could, and tried to slide my cock inside of her mouth.

She was terrible. With all the men she hopped to, you would think that she could at least give a fucking blowjob. She put no passion or soul into her movements, and physically she could only take me about a third of the way. I briefly wondered why I didn’t just do this to my other ex instead, who at least knew how to fuck and suck dick. Honestly, what kind of stupid bitch can’t even take a dick in her mouth halfway. I decided she was fucking useless at this and took matters into my own hands. Using both my hands, I grabbed the back of her skull, and forced my cock into her throat, making her lips touch the base of my balls.

Oh my God that was muuuuuch better.

She started to choke, coughing and sputtering and making a muted plea for help. Instinctively I pulled back out, and she took a huge breath. She stared me dead in the eyes with the angriest expression that I’d ever seen her wear and she muttered,

“That fucking hurt.”

I was normally much gentiler and more concerned about the well being of my partners. I started to loosen my grip a little bit as she stared at me with her big pleading eyes. I almost felt terrible for my actions.

Almost.

Instead I rubbed my saliva covered cock all over her made-up face. She always wore so much, and now it was getting smeared all over her. Her mascara was running down her cheeks with tears, and all that shit on her cheeks and eyelids was being rubbed off. I said,

“I don’t fucking care,” and forced my cock all the way back in her throat, down to the base. I enjoyed the feeling as she started to gag and drool all over herself, frantically beating my leg with her tiny fist. My mind was elsewhere, taking pleasure in the warm wet hole I was using to get off, regardless of how this thing I was using felt. My cock was moving back and forth in her throat, hitting the underside of its head just right. The more I fucked her face like this, not only the wetter my cock became, but the wetter the front of her shirt and the floor became. Eventually she was just kneeling in a little puddle of spit and precum on the linolium floor.

Part of me just wanted to cum straight down her throat and hoped she choked on it. The rest of me wasn’t done yet though, and there was much more I wanted to do. She hadn’t paid enough yet.

I reluctantly pulled my cock from her lips with a rug of her hair. She fell to all fours breathing rapidly, trying to catch her breath. I felt merciful for a moment and let her have the air she needed, though that was all she was allowed to have. Eventually she looked up at me to see if she was free, her eyes filled with a tiny amount of hope that I had changed my mind or that I was somehow done. Extinguishing that tiny look of hope gave me more joy than anything thus far.

“Take your fucking clothes off you look like a whore,” I demanded. She looked resigned but somewhat determined to fight me on this.

“No, I want to keep-” the hardest slap I could muster struck her across the face and stopped her mid sentence. I saw a tear or two hit the linolium. My hand was sticky with the spit on her cheeks.

“I don’t recall asking what you wanted. Stand up and take all of your fucking clothes off,” I fumed. The last thing I needed was to yell and get busted by an RA. She sat up again and began to zone out a bit, as if she was weighing her options. I quickly got bored of waiting. “Here I’ll even help you,” I stated as I grabbed two points on her thin t-shirt and began to pull with all of my might, tearing the cloth right down the center. She let out an ugly sob as her light pink bra became exposed. I grabbed a fist full of hair and lifted her to her feet, and she began to get the message.

Slowly, she began to take off everything she was wearing: the ruined shirt, her soaked leggings, her bra, and lastly her wet striped panties. I didn’t particularly care if she was wet or not, it just made what I wanted to do later easier. She stood there in the little puddle with her head down, the pile of clothes next to her. I began to walk around her, inspecting the treat I was about to indulge in, and judging every part of her.

“I can’t believe I wanted to see these ugly tits at one point,” I said, giving her left breast a hard slap. She winced at the pain, her knees buckling slightly, but she stood standing. “And this pathetic expression you’re wearing. I thought you were supposed to be a model? You were a runner up for the state beauty contest so where’s that confident smile now?” Her eyes drilled a hole into the floor. “Oh I know. You must’ve been too ugly for the judges to fuck you. But I mean, even if you did let them blow their loads in you, I doubt you would’ve won.” I stood in front of her, my still wet and stiff cock laying against her stomach. “C’mon, give me that smile you gave to them.” My hand slid slowly down her body from her shoulder, chest, breast, stomach, hips, ass, and finally rested just between her thighs. Shaved clean. What a fucking whore. The one time I had gotten to eat her out, she didn’t shave. What makes this new boytoy so fucking special? I was even angrier now, and vowed to make her pay.

“I said smile you frigid bitch!” I shoved two of my fingers inside of her without warning, gripping her throat with my free hand. She grabbed my arm as her knees gave way, and she let out a shocked pain. Despite this, she turned her head up to look at me, and gave me a half-hearted fake smile. “See? That’s much better. I’m glad to see that you’re enjoying this as well, because I know I am.” Her smile began to sink a bit, displeased with my response. I curled my fingers towards me and pulled upwards, forcing her to let out a mix of a moan and a shriek. “I didn’t tell you to fucking stop smiling. You better wear that grin until I’m done with you, or else I swear that I will make this so much worse for you.”

Her eyes widened, and her smile suddenly became much more glowing as though she was actually trying to impress me.

A perfect look for this bitch.

I pushed her against the counter and started to curl my fingers back and forth inside of her dripping cunt. Her eyes slammed shut as she groaned, but she desperetly tried to keep a smile on her face. I had to lean quite far down, but I reached her neck with my mouth and bite down hard. She let out cries of pain, but I stopped giving a fuck about her comfort as I sucked on her tender skin. After a moment, I moved up on her neck an inch or so. And then another. And another. Finally I let go and looked at my handiwork. The entire right side of her neck was a deep red, perfect for bruising. Some coloration had already started to form on other parts of her neck where my fingers had pressed into. I pulled my fingers out of her. I didnt want to give her too much pleasure; I only wanted her to loosen up a bit. She instinctively touched her neck and glared and me and dropped her smile.

“What the fuck! How the fuck am I supposed to explain this to people, let alone Devon?!” To be frank, I didn’t care what she told people or what happened with Devon. Worse comes to worst, he dumps her stupid ass and I can fuck her more often more easily. Right now though, I had a more important thing on my mind.

“Smile.” I said with no hint of emotion in my voice. She gave me a look of slight horror and realization. She quickly tried to put her smile back on, but I deemed it too late.

I grabbed her throat with my right hand and lifted, leaving her standing just on her toes. Her hands instinctively grabbed mine to try and free herself but it wasn’t any use. I turned and threw her little frame as far as I could. She crashed onto the floor, and hit her head on a chair behind her, causing her to slump onto the floor completely. I stood over her for a moment, enjoying the rush of power. Unable to tell if she was still conscious or not, I grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up. She let out a yelp and squirmed trying to break free. Though I didn’t really care if she had passed out, I was relieved somewhat that she didn’t. It was more fun with her kicking around and obeying me.

Once I saw she was fine, I pulled and tossed her forward, face first into the little puddle of drool she had made earlier. I knelt down behind her and lifted her ass up so I could get a good angle. I positioned my cock against the entrance to her used cunt.

“No no no please no please please no,” she whimpered, barely making a sound. I thought to myself “fuck you bitch you don’t get a choice,” and quickly slid my cock all the way inside of her tight wet pussy.

“Nooooo-oooh my Gooddddddd,” she cried out. This is what we both deserved. I deserved to be balls deep inside of this stupid girl, and she deserved to suffer for what she put me through. Her pussy squeezed against me and only made me desire this more, causing me to push in even deeper and hit the end of her pussy. I wanted to enjoy her warm hole for as long as I could, so I very slowly pulled out. Just as the tip was about to fall out, and then I thrusted back inside of her as hard as I could, everytime hitting the back of her insides.

God that felt fucking good. I did this several times, and each time she would just barely yell in a mix of pain and pleasure, and a tear would fall from her face. If she was crying now, I couldn’t wait to do even worse. With my cock deep inside of her, I pushed her lower half forward, so that she was essentially folded in half with her flat ass straight in the air. I positioned myself comfortably while she let out some indestinguishable protests. Being done with anything she had to say, I placed my boot on her face, pressing her into the floor and puddle. It was time for what I had came for.

I didn’t ease her into it. I didn’t stop to make sure she was okay. I sure as hell didn’t give a fuck if she liked it. My hips thrust as fast and hard as I could make them go. Every movement was complimented by some sort of moan or plea or some other useless interjection. I had to hold onto her boney hips just to make sure I could keep up my pace. Now and then I would slap her ass with all of my power, until a nice big red handprint started to form, along with some black and blue tinting.

Suddenly I noticed that she had stopped her protests, and was instead moaning and swearing.

“Oh! God! Fuck! So! Big! Holy! Shit! Yessss!!” She mumbled from beneath my boot. Was she enjoying this? To be frank it somewhat sucked the fun out of fucking her, though it didn’t stop me. I kept plowing deep inside of her, my balls slapping her clit. God she was still really fucking tight. I noticed that her legs were beginning to shake, and that she was starting to tense up, her cries becoming louder and louder. This is exactly what I fucking wanted.

Just as she was about to reach her apex, I sharply pulled my cock out of her. She let out a surprised and somewhat disappointed gasp. I stood up, my cock dripping with precum and her juices, and pushed her over onto the floor with a hard thud.

“You think this is fun cunt? You like being raped and being a fucking whore?” I lightly kicked her in the stomach. “I knew I should’ve done this when I first met you, it would’ve saved me some trouble.” I kicked her harder, this time in the chest. Now she looked me in the eyes trying to seem as indifferent as possible, but her eyes were red and full of tears. Still, she had no words of protest or acknowledgment. “Looks like you know what you are, hey you fucking cum dump? Next time I’ll get some other guys to join me and stuff all your fucking holes. How does that sound bitch, does that make your pussy wet?” She looked away from me ashamed. Still no answer. Even when I was hurting her, she gave me no indication about how she felt and only tried to spare my feelings.

I grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth open once again. My cock found the back of her throat once more. “How does this used pussy taste huh? It’s the only thing good about you is your fucking holes.” She started to choke right before I pulled her off, but I quickly pushed her head back and forth on my cock, fucking her face even harder than before. However this time, I slapped her in the face as she swallowed my cock, making her face redder and redder, her mascara and eyeshadow now a runny mess down her cheeks. I pulled away from her mouth and rubbed the drool on myself all over her face. Spit was dripping down her chin and landing on her tits.

I picked her up by her throat and walked her over to a nearby coffee table. I half-pushed, half-tossed her onto it, her legs naturally spreading apart. Her glistening pussy was almost as red as her eyes, but that’s what she gets for being a fucking whore. I knelt down and quickly slid into her, releasing a yelp with mixed feelings. I knew she liked being fucked like this; she was always so meek and indecisive about everything, so passive and agreeing. She wanted someone to take control of her whether she liked it or not, and it’s what she got off on now.

I grabbed her breast and played with her nipple, pulling hard and slapping it as I pleased. She recoiled as much as she could every time, but I had her pinned beneath me. Her arms had found their way around my torso, her nails digging into my skin. I was unsure if this was some sort of retaliation or symbol of pleasure, but all I knew in that moment was that I wanted to fucking cum.

Her legs began to shake again, her pussy tightening around my invading cock. Now her legs had wrapped around my hips as well, drawing me ever closer and trapping me. I bent down to her ear and whispered.

“I want you to cum to me raping you. I want you to never even be able to think about having an orgasm without remembering me forcing myself inside of you. I want that to be the only thing you think about everytime you touch yourself, or whenever anyone touches you for that matter. Though I don’t think they’ll want to once they know how I ruined you forever. Now cum for me bitch, and show me how much you like being raped.”

I bit her ear, and at that moment she couldn’t hold back her screams any longer as her legs shook violently and tears streamed down her face. She dragged her nails down my back to my ass, pulling me in and refusing to let go. Her pussy made it difficult to continue thrusting inside of her because it contracted so much. But I never stopped my pace. I was too close to stop now.

Her body went limp from exhaustion, her pussy loosened, and her legs and hands beside us. At this point it didn’t matter, I had to cum. I quickly had to decide where I should, right before I came. I tensed up as the orgasm came, and I stopped my cock deep inside of her. I felt the first spurt of cum erupt from my cock, at which point I quickly pulled out. The rest shot out and landed all over her. Several ropes landed on her face and hair, a couple landed on her breast and stomach and bellybutton. Finally plenty of cum pooled on the mound of her sweet used pussy.

I hurridly put my still hard cock away, and in my head I was debating round two. But I had better things to do and I thought she got my point by now. She was still motionless, but breathing hard. I took out my phone and took some great pictures: her filthy face, her ruined body, the massive bruises on her neck and ass, and of course her pussy, which had just a bit of my cum leaking out of it. Part of me wished she got pregnant so she’d suffer even more, and that would really ruin her forever.

I collected my backpack that I had purposely forgotten, and knelt down beside her. Her eyes reluctantly and slowly met my own, her breath stinking of dick and pussy.

“Next time, I think I’ll have fun with your roommate too. She is kind of a bitch after all, and I think she just needs a good dick or five in her. And you’ll just get to watch. I’m looking forward to it.” I kissed her forehead gently, the only one she was getting from me, and I stood up. The puddle had dried somewhat on the floor, but I still opted to step around it. When I opened the door, she was still laying there, no doubt processing what had happened. But I could finally go home and finish some school work, because I was satisfied.

For now.

I walked into the hallway and the door shut behind me.

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