*This story is pure fiction and fantasy. None of these characters are real and I do not condone sexual assault in any way, shape or form.*
I used to spend a lot of time at one of my friends’ place. He had this pretty large apartment he was only able to afford because he could share it with a roommate, a girl called Melanie.
Melanie was weird, and the impression she left on me was even weirder.
At first, she was just part of the scenery. I would visit my friend and occasionally see her walking in the hallway, or hear her chat with a friend, or see her working on her computer in the living room. I didn’t find her particularly attractive: she gave me a massive tomboy, hippie vibe, had a thing for hard drug use, didn’t care much about her physical appearance and was very self-deprecating. She was tiny and awfully thin, bordering on anorexia, and you could feel her social awkwardness from a mile away.
I think the first time she caught my eye was when I saw her walking around the apartment in her underwear. It was early in the morning and I had spent the night on my friend’s couch. Melanie probably didn’t know I was there and, most likely, she didn’t give a damn if I saw her half-naked. She walked in the living room wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of tiny panties, looking hungover, eventually followed by a guy I had never seen coming out of her bedroom. I couldn’t help but look at her thin legs and cute little ass as I pretended to still be asleep. She was probably the tightest-looking woman I had ever seen.
I began to fantasize soon afterwards, and Melanie kept unknowingly giving me more and more material. Nearly every time I went to my friend’s place, she would show up in minimal attire as if I weren’t there. I began talking to her every once in awhile, wondering if I should make a move on her, and I even began to find her self-deprecation enticing. With her petite frame and her self-destructing habits, I began seeing her as more than just a background decoration.
She seemed fragile. Vulnerable. Breakable.
An easy target.
My friend always told me I could make myself at home when I was at his place.
It was about two in the morning when I decided to get off the couch. My friend and his girlfriend had been asleep in their bedroom for an hour or two, but I could still hear sounds coming from Melanie’s bedroom. She seemed to be humming the lyrics of some Red Hot Chili Peppers song, high as a kite. I faintly knocked on her door, and she opened it slightly a second later, her eyes looking as tired as ever behind her round glasses. She was wearing nothing but her usual loose shirt and panties combo, not expecting someone to come inside her room.
“Hey” she said, surprised to see me there.
“Can I come in?” I asked. “I feel like having company.”
“Sure!” she said, looking quite unsure.
Melanie forced a smile and let me walk inside, not looking too embarrassed by the fact that I was seeing her in her underwear. When she closed the door behind me, her small, cluttered bedroom seemed to force us to be next to each other. I was standing almost a full head taller than she was. I couldn’t believe how defenseless she looked, in her intoxicated state, wearing next to nothing, probably not weighing more than a hundred pounds. My very existence seemed to intimidate her: just talking to me seemed like a challenge to her. To a closeted sick fuck like me, she was all kinds of perfect.
She sat on her bed, next to where her computer was, music blasting out of her headphones lying on the mattress. I stood in front of her, leaning against her drawers covered in crystals, incense and wrapping paper.
“You lonely?” I asked. “I haven’t seen you hanging out with a lot of people lately.”
“Oh, it’s fine” she said, looking embarrassed. “I like to have my space. I don’t like being surrounded by people all the time.”
“It’s true. You’re really quiet. I like quiet girls.”
Melanie chuckled nervously. I had no intention of making this a long game. I was going to cut the bullshit.
“I think you’re really hot, Mel” I added, making a step towards her.
She looked surprised by my advances, and she tried to lean away from her, but realized she didn’t have much space to lean into. Before she could make another move, I was right against her, my hands on her upper back, pressing my lips against hers. She made a moan, most likely to protest, but she kissed me back as soon as the surprise wore off. She was high, and a slut. I knew it from the amount of one-night stands I had seen her bring home.
She felt tiny in my arms. I knew I was going to fuck her right here and there.
And that’s when she decided to get ahold of my wrists to push my arms away from her, as well as her mouth away from mine. She was panting, looking distressed.
“Get out” she ordered.
“What’s wrong? What d-”
“Get out now!” she said, loudly this time.
I stood and looked down at her in silence. She seemed panicked, as if I had scared her, and the commanding tone she had used had only been a facade she had been able to maintain for a few seconds. I watched as the anger left her eyes, leaving only her usual, fragile state.
Then, I slapped her. My hand smacked her cheek hard enough for her glasses to partially fall off, hanging on by one branch, and they fell off completely as I grabbed her throat and pushed her on her bed. The back of her head hit the wall with a small thud. She screamed, but the sound that escaped her mouth was muffled, and her eyes stared at me, reddened and fearful.
“I’m not fucking getting out” I hissed as her. My free hand grabbed her slit through her panties, squeezing hard, pushing a finger against it as if to finger her through the fabric. Melanie’s hands tried to push mine away from her neck, and she began hitting my arm when she saw she didn’t have the strength to pull it off. Her whole body was squirming on her mattress, and her tiny legs kicked against mine desperately.
“I’m done waiting for my turn” I said as I pulled her panties down, caressing her pussy. “I’m gonna fuck you however I want, you fucking cock-teasing slut. Shut the fuck up and spread your legs.”
Melanie’s face was turning red. I let go of her throat and she inhaled loudly, trying to catch her breath. Her thighs tried to push themselves against her each other to prevent my fingers from going inside her, but I had choked most of her strength out of her. The look in her eyes made me realized just how disoriented she was.
“N-no…” she coughed weakly.
“Shut the fuck up” I said again, my hand going up her shirt to squeeze her small breasts.
“Stop!” she managed to cough out. “Just… just do what you have to do, just don’t… don’t hurt me…”
I stopped playing with her breasts and looked at her, confused. She had stopped struggling and she was massaging her throat. Was she enjoying this? No. Obviously not. She simply seemed too afraid to fight back. Too self-destructing to care about who got to fuck her or not. Heck, maybe she even wanted to have sex with me. I didn’t know. I didn’t really care either.
I wanted her broken. I wanted to use her like the whore she was.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you however I want?” I asked.
Melanie nodded, despite a little hesitation. I grabbed ahold of her hair and flipped her head to the side, flipping her on her stomach. Her legs were left dangling down the mattress, and she ended up bent over her bed, her face against the sheets, her ass pressed against my crotch. Her panties had already been partially pulled down, and the crack of her tight little ass was right in front of me. I began pulling down my pants.
“You’re gonna shut the fuck up” I hissed against Melanie’s ear as I felt her trembling from under me. “If you wake up your roommates, I’m going to slap you so hard you’ll beg for me to stop.”
She nodded, sniffling, and her legs twitched when I pulled her underwear down her thighs, groping her naked ass and caressing her clit, feeling the warmth of her wet cunt.
“You ever been fucked in the ass before, Mel?” I asked.
“No…” she answered. Or was she pleading?
I pulled my erect cock out of my boxers before spitting in my hand, smearing it over Melanie’s tight, exposed asshole. I felt her struggling to get back up, but my hand holding her hair was keeping her down. Her hands went down towards me, trying to push me away when she felt my cock pushed against her ass.
“You said you’d let me fuck you, Mel” I said. “You know what happens when you’re not being a good little bitch?”
Melanie stopped moving, but her body seemed to keep struggling despite her intentions: her ass kept moving out of the way, her feet kicked at mine, her head kept moving left and right as much as her held hair allowed it to. Short, frightful squeaks escaped her nose.
“You’re gonna bite your bed sheets” I ordered. She didn’t.
“Bite them, now.”
Opening her mouth, Melanie bit down on her crumpled sheets.
“You’re gonna keep biting” I asked, the gentle tone in my voice surprising even me. “You don’t wanna wake up your roomies, OK?”
Then, without further warning, I pushed the tip of my cock against her ass. Her body tensed. Her legs kicked, her arms tried to push me away, her head tilted back. She let out a groan through her teeth clenched on the sheets as I got ahold of her hands and locked them under mine, twisting her arms behind her back. She bucked and fought until I grabbed her ass and spread one cheek apart, pushing my cock an inch in. I felt her tiny hole stretching to accommodate my intrusion, and she let out a pained, muffled scream.
“Shut the fuck up, Mel!” I hissed at her ear as I got ahold of her hips, pulling them towards me to force my cock deeper between her cheeks. Her ass was so tight I had to thrust twice again to bury my whole shaft in, all while she struggled under me. I could feel her cheeks caressing both sides of my cock as it pushed them apart, and her body was still horribly tense. Only when I was completely in did I release my grip, and did she seem to stop fighting. She moaned another time in the gag, then opened her mouth to pant. My hands went up, one to lift her shirt and squeeze her tits and the other to pull at her hair again.
“Bite” I ordered. She didn’t comply, her face red with exhaustion and embarrassment, her eyes watery. I slapped the side of her face, twice, and she whimpered.
“Bite, bitch” I said. She obeyed reluctantly, and the second she had bit down on the bed sheets, I pulled my hips back to thrust inside her ass. She let out a loud, but muffled, moan of pain, blowing air through her nose.
“Good bitch” I said, fucking her ass. I couldn’t help but exhale in her ear at every thrust. She had the tightest hole I had ever fucked.
“That’s what you were asking for when you paraded in front of me all day in your underwear, huh, you fucking slut?” I told her as I raped her, my voice covered by her muffled squeaks. “You show off your ass, you get a cock up your ass. You like that?”
I caressed her pussy as my balls slapped against it. It was wet enough to cover my fingers. I slapped my hand back on her tits and dug my nails into them, making her muffled screams more high pitched.
“All these guys you brought back here ever fuck your ass?” I asked, knowing fully well she couldn’t answer. “I know how dirty your pussy is. I know how many guys you’ve fucked these past few months. I know how to treat a skank like you.”
Melanie’s arms twisted and contorted to try and reach my wrists, and at some point, the anal rape seemed to put her in so much pain that she began bucking and trying to push me away again. I saw the bed sheets falling out of her mouth, and she let out a shriek that I managed to muffle with my hand, letting go of her nipples. I squeezed my fingers around her mouth, firmly holding her down with her wrist twisted behind her back, and started fucking her much harder and faster than I had previously done. The sight of my cock shoved in her tiny, stretching hole over and over was a perfect fit with the sound of her muffled, hiccuping screams.
“You like that?” I taunted, twisting her wrist harder to make her suffer. “You feel like biting that fucking sheet now, huh? Well that’s too fucking bad. You had one chance not to be a bitch, so now you’re gonna get fucked like one.”
Whatever deal Melanie thought we had a few minutes earlier was no longer a thing to her, and she was struggling and fighting with everything she had left, screaming loud enough for me to worry about her roomies hearing her despite my hand covering her mouth. Still, I didn’t stop pounding her ass. I had her. She was mine, her ass was mine, her tiny tits were mine. No amount of screaming or fighting was going to change that.
Melanie’s screams faded at some point. She coughed and sobbed, but she was growing exhausted, and I kept fucking her into submission until the strength left her, and until I felt almost no resistance when I raped her stretched, abused hole. When I felt like she wasn’t screaming hard enough, I lifted her head towards me while holding her mouth and gave her two big slaps on the tits, forcing screams out of her labored throat before resuming the fucking. She was limp under me, but her body still tensed and twitched whenever I would thrust inside of her ass, again and again.
I let out a loud exhale against her neck as felt myself climaxing, and I kept thrusting hard as I came inside her ass. Her disgusted moans of pain made me want to keep thrusting harder for the last few hits, and I squeezed her clitoris the hardest I could to squeeze one last, long shriek out of her abused body.
I laid on top of her, panting, and looked at her red, sobbing face with much satisfaction.
“You’re gonna keep my cum in your ass, you fucking whore” I ordered her. “You’re gonna let it leak out of your little asshole all night. If I see you going for the bathroom tonight, I’m gonna come back and rape your ass again with one of your crystals, alright?”
The only answer that came out of Melanie’s mouth was a sobbing, muffled whimper. That was enough for me to pull my cock out of her abused ass and to step away from her. She didn’t move when I pulled my pants back on, looking too exhausted and wrecked to even fathom what was going on, and her face rested in the spots of drool that coated her bed sheets. I took a last look at my work before leaving, closing the door behind me.
I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My friend, coming out of his room, whispered to me.
“Hey. You still up so late?”
“Yeah” I replied. “I was thirsty.”
He smiled. “Oh, alright. Suit yourself. Make yourself at home!”
“Oh, don’t worry” I said. “I did.”
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