Part 2 of 3
Please see [The Assault: Part 1]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ga3tb/the_assault_part_1_fmcheatingrape_fantasy/)
For background and a brief preface.
She whipped her body towards Steve and started to scream.
Steve rushed in and clamped his left hand over her mouth and gripped her shoulder to turn her body back around away from him. His strong right arm encircled around the front and trapped her two arms in front while his left hand kept her screaming muffled.
“Look at who we have here? Look at this cunt all alone by herself.” He whispered hoarsely into her ear.
Her wide terrified eyes looked at him from the side as she tried to arch away from him. He roughly brought her back to her feet. Her legs tried to kick backwards but he angled his body so they were just glancing blows.
“Stop trying to fucking fight me you bitch. You cunt.” He ordered as squeezed his hand tighter over her mouth. He slide one of the ties up his arm and around her head replacing his hand with the tie and tying it place. “If you start screaming I am going to make you pay for it do you hear me, cunt?” He growled. She whimpered and nodded furiously, her body still writhing against him.
He needed to get the upper hand here. With her mouth restrained with the tie he brought her arms back behind her back and clasped them with one hand at the wrist. His other hand reached up and grasped one of her tits and kneaded them roughly, pinching her nipples between his fingers.
“Look at these tits that you have, fuck they are so full, and these nipples are so hard.” He exclaimed as he switch tits and fondled the other one. “Do you like this you slut?” He asked as he twisted one nipple in his hand. She moaned. “Oh it looks like you do, cunt. I bet you will enjoy this you bitch.”
The same hand snaked down and slapped her pussy through the dress a few times. Each time her knees buckled and she swayed while groaning loudly.
“Fuck I wonder how sopping wet your pussy is, how much your cunt is just dripping.” She tried to twist her way out, “fuck that bitch, you aint getting out of this so easy.”
He muscled her out of the bathroom and forced her over to a dresser and bent her over it. She tried to kick out towards him, but with one hand clasped tightly around her wrists he reared back and violently slapped right over her pussy. After a couple slaps she settled down and he ran his hand and fingers over her dress covered slit, feeling her heat and wetness through the fabric.
“Will you just feel this cunt? It is so hot and wet, you love this.” He continued to feel her pussy. He took the other tie from his arm and slipped it over her wrists and tied them tight behind her back.
“There slut,” he breathed next to her ear, she whimpered and turned her head away, “I’ve got you, now you are mine, you and this sopping wet pussy.” He drove home the point by rubbing up along her pussy and slapped it a few times making her knees shake.
He took a few moments to marvel at what he had before him. Her feet were splayed out, knees bent at odd angles due to being bent over the dresser. Her dress covered ass perched upwards, he ran his hand over her ass and along slit in his own internal reverence, to her arms tied behind her smooth back, heaving from breathing hard. Her hair was a rumbled mess and she was slightly moaning.
*My god, she has given me full control, this feels so empowering, so powerful, erotic.* He thought to himself.
His revere was snapped when she tried to wrestle her way out again. He wrapped his hand around her throat and used the other to grab a large handful of hair and bent her head up.
“What are you trying to do bitch? You still haven’t learned cunt? Fine.”
Steve grabbed her wrists and flung her upright. Holding her up, he dragged her out of the bedroom and across the living room. He gazed around looking for a suitable flat surface.
Wall works.
There was a blank space and he pulled her up higher and pushed her bodily, face first, into the wall. He could feel her body shudder as it forced her head to the side. She kept whimpering and pleading with Steve, “Please…. Oh please…” She moaned out behind the gag. Diana tried to buck away from the wall and he looked around for a more suitable, torturous surface.
The kitchen counter.
He grabbed her bound wrists and flung her away from the wall, as they were stumbling over to the counter his crotch and hardened cock brushed up against her bound hands and she gripped on to it tightly. Sensing that that could go badly he pushed her further away from him and her reaching grasp.
“What the fuck you think you are trying to do cunt? Do you need to be punished slut?”
“Please…” She pleaded breathily as he bent her over and pushed her bodily onto the counter. Her legs dangling over the edge, toes barely touching the floor. She looked absolutely beautiful in this state, so wanting and desirable. So vulnerable, but powerful in her submission.
“You need to be punished slut,” He continued with a solid slap to the back side of her pussy. Her body jerked involuntary. He slapped her again, this time leaving his hand to rub her dress covered pussy lips and clit again.
“Fuck yea slut. I can feel how hot you are through the dress.” He breathed lustfully, “lets feel how wet you are.” His one hand held tight to her wrists and the second traveled up her inner thigh under her dress till his fingers found a scorching wet center. He breathed deeply and she tried to jerk away but he held her fast and furiously rubbed her pussy lips over her the cloth of her panties.
“Your panties are soaked; I can feel you cunt juices soaking through.” He exclaimed hoarsely as his fingers continued their assault. “I need to feel how tight you are, slut.” He said as his fingers slipped her panties to the side and two fingers dove deeply into her pussy.
Her back arched and she groaned loudly. He could feel her body shudder as his two fingers buried themselves deeply into her snatch.
“You like that? Don’t you slut?” He asked, mockingly. “I can feel your pussy clench and tighten around my fingers like a whore.”
He drove his fingers into her pussy like a piston. The sound of him finger fucking her was amazing. So sopping wet and juicy. He removed his fingers and viciously rubbed her clit. Her legs started to shake and he could hear her breath quicken. After a few seconds, his fingers still slick with her pussy juice he slammed them back inside of her.
“I can’t wait to fuck this pussy. Fuck you feel so tight, your cunt feel so amazing clenching my fingers.” He breathed next to her ear. He took out his fingers and forced them into her mouth. He knew that she didn’t like tasting herself, but this wasn’t supposed to be up to her. He ran his fingers all over her lips and forced them into her mouth. She flung her head to the side to avoid him and for punishment he slapped her pussy a few more times.
He wanted it to sting more, he reached back under her red dress and started to yank and pull on her panties to tear them from her skin. Her body was being jerked back and forth as they started to tear and shred. Finally giving free, he pulled them from her body.
He looked at them for a few seconds and smiled.
Steven pushed the tie from around her mouth down to her neck, and then shoved the shredded panty across her mouth and tied it behind her head. She struggled in his grip, and tried to fight the taste of her soaked panties in her mouth but as soon as it was tied he reached back and slapped her pussy lips again to quiet her down.
“Ahh this feels so much better now, I can feel how hot your pussy is through your dress, and look at this, it’s already starting to soak through,” Steve told her, marveling at how her body was responding to him. She was putting up a good fight, but her body was giving away her true desires. To make sure, he ran his hand up her thigh again and could feel the heat emanating off of her, her inner thigh slick with pussy juices and her lips swollen with desire.
Time to switch it up. Time to move.
Yanking her body up by her wrists, Steve kept her wrists up, pitching her body forward painfully, dragging her bodily across the living room to his bag. Steve was distracted just enough to move too closely to her hands and she tried to grab his hard cock again.
“Oh no you don’t, bitch.” As he grabbed her around the neck and squeezed until he heard her gasp and cough trying to breath. And then for good measure grabbed her tit and squeezed. His motion of twisting her nipple snapped one of her spaghetti straps. Her left tit was left exposed and he could see how hard her nipples were in arousal. He gave her nipple a quick twist and then pulled out some rope and a door hook.
Dragging her behind him, he led her to the pantry door and installed the door hook and looped some rope around it. Steve then loops it through the wrist tie and strings up Diana’s arms up behind her so she is bent forward with her arms outstretched behind her and up.
There was a slight wobble from the door hook and the pantry door popped open.
*Shit!* He thought to himself,* that doesn’t hold, where else can I go. *Bathroom door.*
“Well bitch, you are moving around too much. Trying to make things difficult.” He grabbed her ass and positioned her so he could slap her again. “Follow me.”
He pulled down the contraption and moved her into the bedroom, and repeated the process. After Steve finally got Diana strung up correctly, he stepped back and marveled at his accomplishment. Here he had a powerful city executive, making a shit ton more money than him, living in a high rise down town. And he had her bent over, wrist bound and being strung upwards behind her back. Her hair was disheveled, a white pair of panty wrapped around her head gagging her mouth. The single tie still tight around her neck, dangling in front of her. Ready to be grabbed and tightened even further around her neck, or used as a leash. One spaghetti strap was torn away, causing the left side to peel downwards exposing her hardened nipples swinging freely. The rest of her dress was mostly still there, rumbled, but there. He moved behind her and could see a giant wet spot on her ass where her pussy juices were leaking through. Here was his slut. And she loved it.
“Red,” she meekly squeaked out. Steve didn’t waste any time and moved to drop her arms from the rope. He was concerned about her shoulder, he knew she has had issues with that position and didn’t want to cause unnecessary pain. Not wanting to break character, he unwound the rope from her wrists and then threw her face first onto the bed.
“What do you think you are doing, slut? Get your fucking ass up.” He ordered. Steve bent over and grasped her bound wrists and pulled her up and started to drag her back out to the kitchen. On his way he grabbed the dildos and brought them along.
Steve pushed her face first back over the edge of the counter. He took his hardened cock, straining against his pants, and rubbed it over her presenting ass.
“You like that, slut? Can you feel my cock rubbing against your cunt?” He asked. Diana tried to kick back, but he was out of the way and he reared his hand back and spanked her pussy again.
Her moans were starting to turn more guttural and passionate, which correlated to how wet his fingers were after spanking her.
Steve wanted her in full view now. With his two hands he grabbed the top of her dress, ripped the last remaining strap and pushed her dress down her petite waist, over the curve of her ass to fall into a pile around her feet.
*Fuck me.* He thought to himself as her full body was finally exposed to him. *She looks so aroused.* He continued thinking, as he looked at her pussy from behind. It was slick with juices and engorged with lust. Her pussy lips hanging loosely begging to be slapped again.
Which of course he did.
“Your pussy is just begging to be fucked.” He told her. He grabbed the smallest of the three dildos and ran it along her slit to coat it. She tried to buck away but he slammed it into her pussy up to its hilt. Diana moaned deeply as it filled her.
“Wow that slipped easily into your sopping wet cunt.” Steve told her as he pumped it in and out of her pussy. “Let’s step it up.” He exclaimed, grabbing the next biggest one. He ran the tip from the bottom at her clit and over her slit, spreading her lips with it coating the end.
His hand, pushing her body down, his other took the dildo and slid it into her pussy. He watched lustily as her pussy lips wrapped around the end and then slid all of the way down. Her pussy was hungrily taking the dildo, and then leaving slick juices as he pumped it out. But still this was too easy for her.
Her pussy make a delightful sucking sound as he fully removed it and grabbed the biggest out of the three dildos and slowly eased it into her gaping pussy. Her body tensed as she felt it slowly enter her. Her moaning increased in intensity and volume as he watched her pussy stretch to accommodate the larger girth. With it finally buried as deeply as possible, he started to slowly pull it out. Steve relished the sight of her pussy lips gripping the edges, almost begging to not let it escape her pussy.
Steve knew that he was pushing his luck. Diana, from the very beginning, has been strongly against using dildos and knew it was only a matter of time before he heard…
“Red.”
“What was that bitch?” He asked, pulling the dildo out and rubbed her bare pussy lips, rolling her clit between his fingers. “You want the real thing don’t you? Does your sopping wet pussy cunt want the real thing?” He teased.
“Please… no…” She begged around her panty gag. Steve reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair and bent her body backwards. “What was that slut? You want my cock don’t you?” He teased, his fingers running all along her slit and dipping his fingers into her snatch. “Your cunt is telling me that it wants my cock. Fuck you are so hot and wet, dripping for this cock to be buried deep inside your pussy.”
He pushed her head back to the granite counter top, and started to take off his shirt. Then he dropped his pants and underwear and his rock hard cock finally sprang free. Its tip glistening with pre-cum. It was the hardest he has ever experienced.
Taking hold of her wrists again he pulled her back upright and guided her to the center of the living room.
“Do you see this cock, slut?” Holding her steady, he grabbed his dick and pointed it at her face. “I am going to bury it into your pussy. I am going to fuck you until I cum deep inside your cunt.”
Not giving her a time to respond he forced her forward, into the bedroom and flung her face first onto her bed.
From his vantage point, her head was cocked to the side; she was sideways looking up at him as he descended down behind her. His right hand went back to her wrists that were still bound behind her back and his knees came down in between her legs to keep them spread. He took a moment to look at the intersection of her spread legs; her pussy lips were open and inviting. Her juices glistening all along her slit and gaping hole.
“I am going to enjoy fucking this pussy. I am going to fuck you until I cum.” He said, bending forward to whisper in her ear.
He gripped the base of his cock with the other hand and ran his head all along her hot, moist slit, getting his head all slick with her juices. And then in one swift motion he pushed himself deep inside of her.
He felt her body tense and shudder as he buried himself to his pubic bone against her ass. His body was in ecstasy finally feeling her from the inside with his cock. All of this buildup and torture was finally coming due.
He held that position for a moment, allowing her pussy time to relax around him, and for him to relish in the feeling of her hot, sopping wet pussy enveloping him. Then he slowly pulled out till almost all the way and then violently slammed back into her. Her body jerked forward from the thrust and she moaned lustfully.
He held that for a little bit shorter and then pulled back and slammed himself back home again, building into a steady rhythm.
Her pussy juice was coating his cock as he thrusted inside and it was a tri effect of his pussy cum covered balls slapping against her clit, his pelvis slapping against her ass. Their crotches becoming more and slicker with sweat and pussy juice as he kept slamming into her pussy. Increasing in ferocity. He was grunting with each thrust, the pressure building deep within his being, rushing faster to release. With each thrust of his cock deep into her pussy she grunted in response, her pussy convulses and clamping on his cock, her mind unable to stop or control her body’s pleasurable response to her pussy being fucked by his cock.
Steve went into pure animalistic fucking at this point. Everything he had done, said and forced was being unleashed onto her abused pussy. He owned this pussy and this body. Forcing his will on her every step of the way and the last thing he wanted her to feel was his cum shooting deeply into her freshly fucked pussy. Not because it was obvious that she was enjoying this, but because it was his will, his release.
All that could be heard was the slick slapping sound of his balls hitting her pussy, her moaning in absolute pleasure and him grunting with each thrust, each thrust bringing him closer and closer to release. This was life’s purist form, release. And in all of his life, he had never felt it build so powerfully, so passionately, so pure.
He wasn’t even thinking of trying to extend, or prolong the inevitable. Normally he would try to maximize pleasure for both parties, but to play the part he fully invested in the roleplay and sought only his wants and desires, and his pleasure was edging himself all afternoon waiting for this one moment to release, fully release his mind body and soul into this girl before him.
There wasn’t any way to stop; all he could do was ride it to the end. He could feel the deep pressure building in his loins, traveling up his spine, his thighs clenching as a wave of power swept through his soul. It was right there on the precipice.
And then he gripped her tightly, he gave one finally upward thrust and buried his cock as deeply as his body could push. His whole body shuddered and went tense as he emptied his very being into hers. He felt wave after wave, pulse after pulse of his cum shoot into her pussy. His breathing, ragged, his pulse racing, his arms shaking trying to keep himself upright.
He couldn’t break, not yet. He needed to play this to the end.
“There you go my slut.” He sighed, as he felt her pussy twitch uncontrollably around him. “I am going to leave now, grab my shit and be gone.”
He eased his cock from her pussy and stood up slowly. He took a few moments to survey his final piece.
She laid there, prone, her arms still bound behind her, head cocked to the side, and her back was heaving with effort to catch her breath, her whole body was glistening from a thin layer of sweat. Her legs were splayed apart, and at their junction was her pussy. Their juices coating all over her lips and inner thigh. There was a thin trickle of his cum leaking down her slit, following the slight curve of her clit as it slowly started to seep out.
*Play the part.* He chastised himself, *do the aftercare after you finish the roleplay.*
He turned around and walked confidently away from her and out the bedroom door.
[Part 3: Her Story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8gapr2/the_assault_part_3_her_side_fmcheatingrape_fantasy/)
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