She loved to tease. Flaunting around guys, telling her girlfriends how she liked them big and strong. It was a fun little fantasy to push even if she’d never been with a big guy before. Oh she’d had sex, often, and enjoyed it, all her stories were bunk. It was vanilla, or something she’d read in a novel or online. Nothing tangible. Nothing real.
She loved the attention it gave her though, savored it, making sure to talk a bit louder at parties about the men the size of mountains she’d rode. She’d gossip, enjoying the gasps from some of her more conservative friends, the glances of some of the guys overhearing a bit, eyeing her up and down. It was a game and she thought she was the master of it. Always at the center of attention.
She was with her friends one night, a bachelorette party, talking up once again, when the man heard her big talk and knew it for the fraud it was. But he thought he’d educate her, teach her to speak the truth, and so he danced with her, bought her friends drinks, laughed at her insipid jokes, and flattered her more than she deserved. One subtle drop in her drink made her sluggish, sloppy, confused, and so, he separated her from her pack, bringing her not to her apartment, but his house.
She protested a bit of course, the cute, dumb vacant expression on her face. The sudden change on it when he slapped her face against the wall, cheek reddening, eyes watering, as he pressed her head against the door, tearing off her skirt, ripping her blouse then tossing her to the ground. She whimpered, shaking, so confused, tangled in her torn clothes, one breast hanging out of her tiny bra, her thong not even trying to cover her sex. She tried to crawl away but her hand was caught up in her ripped blouse and she slumped hard on the floor.
Meanwhile, he stripped slowly, walking behind her, tossing off his shirt, reaching down to throw her heels behind him. Then his pants, freeing his thick cock, ready to wreck the boastful bitch. He’d teach her the meaning of size. He tore off her skirt as she tried to crawl, then snapped the meager worn thong away.
She sobbed, trying to crawl faster, sobering up, terrified. She was arched back as he grabbed her blouse and ripped it free, her chest wincing in pain as he did the same with her bra, breaking the front snap of her push-up bra. She tried to beg him to stop, but nothing intelligent came out of her mouth, not that much intelligent ever really did. She screamed as he picked her up like she was nothing and tossed her her onto his bed.
He smiled, as she hit her back on the bed, spreading her legs easily. The fear was palpable, savory, as he spit on her cunt and shoved in. Her scream would have brought the police if anyone lived within a mile of him. And he wasn’t even halfway in.
“I thought you liked them big you stupid fucking cunt,” he sneered at her, slapping her once, as hard as he could. Then he grabbed her hips and slammed deep, driving his girth and length into her, until he felt her wall. And then he kept slamming into her.
She winced, she wailed, she felt like she was being torn apart as her cervix was bruised by his brutal thrusts. She felt nothing but pain, but agony as he grinned down at her, calling her names, telling her this was what sex with a real man felt like. He spread her wide, fingers digging into her skin until it turned black and blue, ramming her with all her might. She came, despite it all, her body desperately trying to protect her perhaps, as she struggled to breathe through the agony. Finally he shuddered, pulling out, leaving her splayed out.
He looked at the broken bitch, a trickle of red leaking, her hole gaped, cum running out. He picked up his camera and while she whimpered, she didn’t move to block. She was beyond exhausted, the pain having taken everything out of her. He left the room and came back, her still limp, legs hanging off the edge of the bed, eyes wet, empty. When he shoved the pills in her mouth, she didn’t resist, and gagged them down with the water he poured in her mouth. She laid there as he left and soon things got fuzzy.
Her first real thought after that was being on her belly. Something cold and wet was being rubbed on her, her butt, as she whimpered weakly. A finger probed her, a weight pressed down on her from above, as her dull confused eyes looked weakly upwards at the man pulling her head back. He was talking to her, but the only words she made out was that he couldn’t promise this wouldn’t tear her and send her to the hospital. Then her head was shoved down and fire erupted in her ass.
Even doping her up, giving her relaxants, being drunk and lubed, it actually hurt him to push into her ass. He gripped her hair, balling it up tight, his fingers digging into her shoulder, as he pressed and shoved, her sphincter resisting. But that muscle soon gave as he slid in. Then, not waiting a moment for her to adjust, he spread her ass wide and drove in deeper and deeper, forcing his way in.
She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t breath. The pain was like nothing she’d had before. Before she’d felt like she was being torn apart. Now she was sure she was. He laughed and joked about rearranging her guts but it felt like that was happening. Tears flowed from her eyes, instantly sober, as the weight behind her wrecked her ass, slamming into it again and again. Her knees rubbed against the bedside and the floor, her chest crushed on the bed, as he reamed her. Ruined her.
She almost looked pale, he thought, smiling, as he pounded her ass. He was sure he was damaging her but that was her problem, not his. He pulled back slowly, bright red and brown swirled along the skin of his cock, as he slammed forward, making her grunt, wheezing a breath out of her. He fucked her harder and harder and she just grew limp, an unmoving doll that he was breaking.
She slumped, eyes open, empty, hollowed out emotionally and physically, the pain too much, everything too much. She didn’t even twitch when he shuddered in her injured bowels. She didn’t move as he pulled out of her, an audible wet fart of cum and red leaking, nor did she move as he wiped his cock in her hair. She took the handful of pills he shoved in her mouth, choking them down, and soon, nothing.
She woke, in her apt, naked on the floor, her face matted to the floor in vomit. She reeked of alcohol, and everything hurt. She tried to focus, but she didn’t even know what day it was. She vaguely remembered a party, a guy, but nothing. When she moved she screamed. Her crotch, her ass, they just hurt. It took her nearly an hour just to crawl to the bathroom, she couldn’t stand. She pulled herself up finally, her labia almost swollen shut, bruised. Her ass was a mess, bloody and worse. She fell into the shower and just let it run on her and cry.
Her friends noticed she was quieter after that, though they did like her new boyfriend that started showing up after a while. A nice older man, built like a brickhouse and clearly packing downstairs.
Clearly, he was exactly what she wanted and needed.
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