Bad Luck Cleo [Chapter 4][Tags in Story]

*TW: This series follows a woman who is torturesd in all senses of the word. No one will have her best interests in mind. On top of that, this chapter is from the POV of her main abuser. Discretion advised.*

*Tags: [MF][Hitting][Choking][Forced blowjob][Rough][Blood][Anal/Anal creampie][Abusive mentality]*

**Bad Luck Cleo**

Chapter 4: All Business

He felt bad, at first. Cleo was a sweetheart who reached a little far on her ambition and came crashing down. He could’ve been her shoulder. He could have pulled her up and shown her what she was missing, how to fix the warehouse issues, how to speak with his crew.

As he sat in her office after an already bitter day, hiding between racks, texting his now ex-girlfriend, he looked at Cleo as she gave the bad news and a stirring of hatred ran through his chest.

How dare Laney make a fool of him? Cheat on him, use up his money and good nature, then leave him once the chips were down? Fuck no. And then Cleo sat there, fake sympathy crossing her face, denying him the money he was owed, saying that he might get it if he put his body through even more labor the next year. What was wrong with these cunts?

He sat there, thinking *cunt* *bitch* *glorified cum dumpster* until he settled on fuckdoll. That’s all these women should have been at the end of the day. He demanded his bonus in other ways, threatening Cleo with ending her career, and demanded she start preparing herself to be the hole that was his to fill. But she had to change that shampoo. Lavender reminded him of Laney.

When he left that first day, he felt bad. But after a few drinks, a few ideas, and more spiteful texts to and from Laney, that feeling washed away.

He knocked on Cleo’s door. It was easy enough to find her address at work, and when she greeted him, he was taken aback. Something was different in her eyes. The shine was gone. Before, she was determined to walk away from all of this with her dignity intact, but she had seemed to give up.

A tear streamed down her cheek, but he ignored it. She looked at him, awaiting some cheeky line, but Dale had worked himself up on the ride over, and humor wasn’t on the table. He grabbed her throat and shoved her back into her apartment, shutting the door behind him. She bounced off a wall, and as she ricocheted back, he grabbed the neckline of her tanktop and tore it off her body. She squealed, scared, and he noticed some of that light come back.

She was frightened. This wasn’t the Dale she knew originally, or the Dale she had met. This was new. He shoved her down to the floor, grabbing a fistful of her red hair and pulled her face toward his crotch. He grew against her through his jeans, her sobs growing louder. With his other hand, he unzipped pulling his cock out.

At full mast, it measured in at eight and a quarter inches, the head taking up two inches of that, mushrooming out wider than Cleo’s mouth. He remembered stretching her jaw to it’s breaking point and smiled. He put it against her face, the apex of his slight curve resting on her upper lip, the head looming over her hairline. He dragged it down across her lips, lined up, and shoved his way in.

There was less resistance as he pushed down her throat this time. He was impressed with her ability to adapt. She gagged and choked and coughed when he pulled out. He gripped her head with both hands, throwing caution to the wind, slamming faster and harder and she screamed in muffled pain as her uvula was used as a punching bag.

He shot thick rope down her throat, plugging her nose to force her to swallow. He pulled out, allowing her to cough, before pulling her up by the hair. He slapped her face, hard, multiple times, listening to her whelps with each strike. He pulled on her sweatpants, pulling them off as he picked her up by her hair. She sputtered out a small *please* before he threw her to the couch.

“Shift your ass to the edge of the couch and hold your thighs so your feet are by your ears.”

The fit, petite girl did as she was told, tears now fully streaming down her face. He saw her plug peeking out of it’s home. He pushed and pulled on it, causing Cleo’s body to begin shaking softly, moans mixing with cries. He slowly pulled it out and her thighs quaked as it released, her asshole puckering at it’s new shallowed existence.

He lined his cock up and pushed in. Cleo gasped in surprise and pain, but her breath caught in her throat as she desperately tried to find her breath again. He pushed forward, and a small squeal escaped her lips. Dale could see her swollen pussy gather moisture, and the inside pulsed, begging to be touched.

He ran his fingers through thr small tuft of red hair above her vagina, settling his thumb on her clit, rolling it around under his grip and he slid his cock deeper inside of her. As he reached the end of his long length, Cleo’s eyes began to flutter and glaze over, so he slapped her as hard as he could.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere.”

Blood trickled from her lip as she locked her eyes back on him. He pulled out, then shoved in again, slow but hard. She moaned out, pleasure beneath her pain as he repeated this process, quicker with each thrust. He moved his hand from her clit to her tiny, perk nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb before picking up the pace.

As he slammed Cleo’s asshole with every ounce of speed he could muster, his hand found purchase around her throat. He squeezed the sides, drinking in the feeling of her asshole tightening around him and the sounds of her screaming in pained ecstacy. She kept her eyes on him, her mouth continuously open as sounds spilled from her mouth he hadn’t heard before. He could feel his balls tighten as his load worked it’s way through his shaft, filling her up.

Cleo’s fingers dug into her thighs and her body convulsed violently as her own orgasm overtook her. Her eyes were in shock as her pussy squirted all over Dale’s pelvis. She kept coming even after he pulled out, and was still shaking on her couch when he was pulling on his pants to leave.

No quips, just business. These fucking bitches need to know their place.

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