It had been so long since you properly got off. Hadn’t it pet? Ever since you started taking those meds. Even your precious boyfriend couldn’t do it anymore. It was so easy to tell too, just by listening through the wall. I could hear the build up, the moans, the grunts… and that frustrated little squeal as he finished on your tits and any build up came crashing down.
And it wasn’t just during sex, was it pet? You two had been fighting a lot with how frustrated you were. It wasnt even just late at night anymore, it was blatant. All throughout the day as you two worked from home together.
I was sick of it. And thankfully he got called back into the office soon so I didn’t have to hear you fight during the day anymore. Now all that was left was making you two shut up at night…
I knew there was only one way to do that. And so early one morning, right as he left, I called out of work. I knew you’d be home, you always were. Plinking away at some project or another.
Today, I barely waited for you to answer the door. Right as you opened it I had gotten past you and pinned you to the wall. You looked terrified kitten, especially with my hand wrapped around your throat. But I wasn’t here to hurt you, at least not much.
I picked you up and carried you to the bedroom as you screamed for help. I was reasonably sure no one was around to hear you, but I had to make sure.
The knife worked like a charm. As soon as you felt the cold metal on your skin you stopped screaming, stopped fighting. All you could do was quietly shake as I trailed it down your perfect little body, cutting through your top, exposing your breasts to the cold air. Your nipples had started to stiffen, hadn’t they pet? Just like every other girl I had done this to, you were getting wet, even if you didn’t know it yet.
The begging started once i had cut a hole in your pants. You knew what was happening. Even as I ran the knife up your thigh, collecting your wetness on it. Even as I tasted it in front of you.
But I wasn’t here to just fuck you normally. For most girls I did this to they broke within minutes, but something told me you were going to be more fun.
And so I tied your hands together, making you sit up on the bed, backed into the wall. I started with my tongue, how could I do it any other way? You have the perfect little slit, and you taste so fucking good.
I think you started to like it too, didn’t you pet? After 15 or so minutes, you stopped crying. I even got a moan out of you after a half hour.
And sure enough, after a full hour I could feel you start to tense. Your thighs were starting to shake. You even wrapped your legs around your rapists head, didn’t you?
You were going to cum for me. After all those months of your boyfriend trying everything, you were going to cum for your rapist. And cum you did. You fucking soaked my beard pet. Grinding your wet kitty into my face as you cried out for me. I could feel those months of pent up frustration release in one earth shattering orgasm. Maybe I’d finally get some fucking peace at night.
The rest of the day wasn’t rape after that, was it kitten? I used the knife to untie you and you devoured my cock. It didn’t matter that you were stroking me with your ring hand. I had been the one to make you cum.
It didn’t even matter that he walked in on us, did it baby girl? Right as you came for me a second time while I pulsed my cum inside you. All he could do is watch as we finished together, our tongues dancing with each others. Maybe next time he’ll figure out what he needs to do faster…
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