Leah had just started her job. And I would take her
She isn’t like other girls.
I don’t want her because of the inappropriately short dress she wears to work
It isn’t her blue/gray hair
It isn’t her pierced tongue
It isn’t that she told me she drinks compulsively
It isn’t the sad music she listens to endlessly that she was eager to share with me, in the hope of making a new work friend.
It isn’t even that she made 3 comments about guys wanting to rape her the day we met.
I want her because of the darkness I feel in her.
I want her because your flirty demeanor seems fake and desperate.
I want her because I sense she is afraid and sad.
I want to hurt her more, to traumatize her and to make her mine.
It’s evening and she and I are alone at the end of a day at work. It’s her third day her.
It’s time for her to go home to her shitty studio, but she doesn’t want to go back there and I don’t want her to.
She asks me to walk her to her car she’s always talking about being afraid of being raped and the neighborhood is rough.
As we step outside the office door, now away from the camera watching us I hit her in the face, slamming the back of her head into the metal door. “Don’t you fucking scream, cunt,” I say as punch the wall next to her head, making a satisfyingly loud bang.
She begins to cry, I see fear in her eyes and she whimpers “please don’t”
I grab her throat, tightly enough for her to feel, but not tightly enough to choke her and begin fingering her through the stockings she wears under that tiny dress.
“I was hoping you’d be dry,” I say as I roughly finger her through the stockings, feeling her pierced labia and clit hood
I shove her to the ground and pull her stockings away from her cunt, ripping them and I thrust into her. As I penetrate her I say
“You’re so loose and sloppy you’re hardly worth the effort” which intensifies her crying.
I pull her tits out of her bra and dress and slap them as I fuck her, she barely puts up a fight.
I fill her with cum and she curls into the fetal position.
“You don’t want to lay there, it’s a rough neighborhood and someone might rape you, I say laughing as I pull her up and take the crying girl to her car.
As she sobs with her head on her steering wheel, I walk away saying “see you tomorrow, Leah. You were a good girl and we’re going to have lots of fun together.”
She thought things would be different here
Now She knew they wouldn’t
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/dsz6qb/leah_my_new_friend_mfncviolent
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