(CW: This story features consensual non-consent/rapeplay, as well as implicit reference to real life sexual assault and self-harm. Everyone in the story is 18 years or older!)
“Please,” Nikki whimpered through her sobs as I forced her legs apart. I noticed the pale, feathery scars on her inner thighs–of course, I did. I remembered when she had made them in the first place. But they had faded into her flesh, and it was only in the orange glow of the suburban street lamps that I could trace their presence. Her hairless cunt was already soaking wet and in seconds, my car smelled like pussy. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll give you money. Anything.”
She thrashed in my hands as I plunged two fingers hard into her slit. Her body suckled them in and she arched, gripping my arm. I slapped her–hard, but not as hard as I used to slap her–and she squealed. She thrashed for me, and I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me as I kissed her, chewing her lips till I felt the coppery sting of warm blood. She cried into my mouth and shook hard for a few moments before I let her go.