25 comments/ 38875 views/ 22 favorites His Perfect Girl By: randemwriter Mark Mark Jackson was not a nice man. He was tall, ruggedly handsome, confident, brilliant and imposing, but he was not nice. Oh, he cultivated just enough polite charm to fake his way through most social situations. After all people were generally stupid, and even the bright ones seldom cared to look beneath the surface of a pleasant smile. It's not as if he were an evil man, giving off the chilling vibes of a blossoming serial killer. He wasn't even a true sadist. Well... maybe he was that... just a little. For the most part, though, he was just a man who wanted exactly what he wanted, when and how he wanted it. And what he wanted more than anything was the perfect girl. Women came easily to Mark. He was the picture of the ideal bachelor. He had looks and money. He was 6'2 and had the lean muscles of a runner, with light brown hair, and black eyes. He was still young, and at 35 he'd never been married. Women quite literally threw themselves at his feet. Of course they did; most women were whores. So he let them crawl to him. He shoved his cock down their throats and kicked them off of him when he was done. If they came back for more, he gave it to them. Few came back more than twice. Those few usually thought they could change him, make him fall in love with them. But Mark had no interest in falling in love. What Mark wanted was perfection. He just never thought he'd find it at Wal Mart. She was standing in the shoe section, and the first thing he noticed about her was her size. She was absolutely tiny, certainly no more than 5 feet tall, if that, and thin. She wore a shapeless sweater and baggy jeans, so 'thin' was all he could say for sure. But she had gorgeous long, copper-brown curls, huge green eyes, and full pouty lips. She had a pixie-like nose and just the barest sprinkling of freckles. At first he thought she must be a child, 14 at the most, but after studying her a moment he guessed she could be as old as 20. In the end, he decided it hardly mattered. It was the way she held herself that called to him. The way she kept her head bowed even when her eyes were looking at a high shelf. The way her shoulders were hunched in as if expecting a blow at any moment. The way her voice quaked and her hands trembled when she asked for help from the salesman. Everything about her screamed victim, and Mark knew he had to make her his. He waited until she was done with the salesman, and had her shoebox in hand. He stepped in front of her, blocking the aisle. She gave a little yelp, a muttered "sorry" and moved to step around him, never once taking her eyes off the floor. Mark side stepped, again blocking her way. She froze, trembling hands clutching her package, staring at her feet, clearly waiting for him to move past. Instead Mark took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up. Their eyes met for just the briefest second before she lowered hers. Mark felt his cock give a twitch of delight. "What...what do you want?" she asked in a mousy whisper. "Those are the wrong shoes," Mark said. "Why..what do you mean?" she frowned. "A woman's shoe should have at least a 4 inch heel. If you can't manage a four inch heel, you should be barefoot." The girl glanced around nervously, but made no move to pull away from Mark's grip on her chin. "I..I didn't see anything that high." "Well, you're not going to find anything appropriate here. How old are you, girl?" Mark hated having to ask, but he still couldn't tell, and if she were underage, he might need to adjust his game. "Eighteen." "Is that the truth?" Mark let go of her, and stepped back, eying her up and down. "Never lie to me." "I'm not lying." "Show me your driver's license. Do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?" "No. Um, I mean, neither," she blushed prettily as she dug in her baggy pockets and pulled out a card holder. She slid her license out and handed it to him. Allison Michaels, age 18. The address was some town he'd never heard of in Tennessee. "I can understand why you wouldn't have someone. Honestly look at you." Mark chuckled. "Clothes, including shoes, should serve one of two purposes: enhance beauty or hide deformity. Are you hiding some kind of deformity under all that bulky shit?" "No. Not...I'm not deformed." "Then you should be wearing sexy clothes, or you should be naked. The shit you have on is just hiding your body from men who could be enjoying looking at you. How selfish are you?" "I..I'm not..its just I'm not like that...I'm not... sexy. And besides, it's cold." Mark put on a stern mask to hide his smile. By trying to justify herself to him, the girl was admitting Mark was in control. She all but belonged to him already. "First of all, sexy means different things to different men. Your opinion of yourself is irrelevant. Second 'It's cold' is an excuse. I don't see how your comfort figures into things. Honestly, a selfish girl is the biggest turn off I can imagine. I spoke to you because I think you're pretty and I wanted to be helpful. I could see you're seriously lacking any kind of education regarding men, but I thought you seemed sweet. But you're starting to seem like a selfish little bitch." So, test one. Would she act like any other girl and storm off or... "I'm sorry," She bit her lip, obviously fighting back tears. "I didn't mean to sound...I mean, I'm not selfish. I..I didn't... I'm sorry." She finished with a whimper. "Look, it's okay. Obviously you have a lot to learn, but I'm not mad. Give me your phone number. I'll call you and we can go out tomorrow night. That will give you 24 hours to try to find something decent to wear." Mark took out his phone and quickly programed in her number as she nervously rattled it off. Then he turned and walked away. He never looked back, so he didn't see her place the shoebox back on the shelf. Allie Allie watched as the gorgeous stranger walked away. All in all, she figured that to be the most surreal encounter of her life. He was so commanding, so utterly sure of himself, and so beautiful she could hardly believe she'd had the courage to even answer his questions. Talking to handsome men was not something she'd had much practice doing. Allie knew 'cute' was about the best that could be said about her looks, and her shyness was practically debilitating. In high school she'd been known as a geek, a bookworm, the shy girl who never spoke. She was a straight A student, but turned into a babbling idiot when called on in class. She'd been asked out a few times, sure, by stammering boys as socially backward as she. They held no appeal at all for Allie, and somehow each time she'd managed to squeak out a polite "no thank you". She'd been in college now, in this unfamiliar city, for all of 2 weeks. So far it felt little different from high school. She kept to herself, studied hard, and managed to be ignored by teachers and students alike. Even her party girl roommate with her endless stream of friends hardly acknowledged her existence. So Allie didn't know what to make of the odd conversation she'd just had. He had mocked her clothes, called her a selfish bitch, sweet and pretty all in practically the same breath. He was so rude, and demanding. His whole demeanor was overwhelming. And he'd asked her on a date. Her! Well, not so much asked as stated they would be going out. And he would be expecting her to dress.... sexy. Allie had a credit card her grandmother had given her for emergencies. Maybe her roommate could tell her where to shop for the right clothes, and shoes. Mustn't forget the shoes. Mark Mark called the next afternoon. He wasted no time on pleasantries. "Is this Allison Michaels?" "Yes, this is Allie," said the quiet little voice that had floated through his perverted dreams the night before. "Hello, my little alley cat." He chuckled. "This is Mark Jackson. Be ready by seven. I'll pick you up. Where are you staying?" "Crider House. Its a dorm on the Bryer University campus." "I know the house. Be outside, at the end of the walk at seven sharp. I won't be kept waiting." She was standing at the curb shivering when Mark pulled up in his classic 1960 T-bird. He leaned over and opened the passenger door. "You look spectacular!" he said, and she did. She was wearing the classic little black dress, sleeveless, with a plunging neckline, the hem coming to mid thigh. Her breasts were only modest size, though larger than he'd expected with her tiny frame, a good b cup, he'd guess. She was bra less of course in that dress, and the cold night air had her nipples rock hard and straining against the thin black fabric. Her hair was a mass of loose curls, her makeup just a touch of red lipstick. Her legs were bare and on her feet were a strappy pair of 5 inch stiletto heels. If not for her blushing cheeks and downcast eyes, Mark would never have believed this was the same girl. She carried a simple black clutch purse, but no jacket, he was pleased to note. As she stepped up to the car, Mark noticed that she was really struggling in the unfamiliar heels. Each step was slow and deliberate. She was biting her lower lip, watching the ground ahead of her. The sway in her walk combined with her obvious discomfort shot a jolt of pleasure straight to Mark's cock. Once she was settled in his car, Mark reached over and roughly grasped her left breast. Allie gasped then whimpered when he dug his fingers into soft flesh beneath the sexy dress. She made no move to stop him or pull away, so he dug his fingers in harder, making her cry out, loving the shocked look on her face. He slowly pulled his hand back, pulling on her tit, stretching it out, then loosening his grip just enough to slide his fingers down to her nipple. He pinched the nipple hard, twisting it viciously, watching as tears filled her eyes. Then he let go and smoothed out the wrinkled fabric of her dress. He buckled his seat belt and started the car. After driving about a mile, Mark finally spoke. "Do you know why I hurt you, kitten?" "Nnno." "Because I wanted to. I wanted to touch you, feel you in my hand. I could have done it gently. I could have made it enjoyable for both of us. I chose not to. I chose to touch you in a way that was only enjoyable for me. I told you I'd teach you about men. This is the first lesson, the basic truth from which every other lesson comes: the man's pleasure, MY pleasure, is the only thing that really matters. Maybe you feel good too, maybe you hurt, that is always my choice. And I will always do what feels best to me in that moment." Mark glanced over to gauge her reaction. The girl was staring at her lap, making no move to wipe away her tears or sooth what must be a throbbing nipple. She seemed to be listening closely, but Mark had no idea what she felt about what he was saying. Still there was something about this girl that pushed all his buttons. A tiny part of him was afraid he was moving too fast, scaring off what could be his perfect girl, if he could just make himself go more carefully. But his instincts were telling him to go all out, that if she could be scared off, she wasn't worth his time anyway. "I know you don't know me," Mark continued after a moment. "But you should trust me when I tell you that I believe we could be very very good together. That's why I'm being so blunt. I'm sick of playing games, sick of one night stands. I'm looking for a real relationship with someone who understands what I need. I told you I can't stand a selfish woman, and I mean that. I have to know that your first thought is always about me." Mark smiled. "For example, I love that you didn't wear a jacket, even though it's a cold night. You knew I'd like looking at you. I just love the way the cold makes your nipples hard. And to be perfectly truthful, I like that you're cold, while I'm wearing this nice warm coat." The girl blushed and glanced up at Mark for the briefest moment. She gave him a shy smile. "You...you have the heater on." She said in that voice that was almost a whisper. "It..it's not too warm in here for you?" Mark grinned. "Believe me, if I were too warm, I'd turn the heat down. I hardly need your permission." "Right, I'm... I'm sorry." "You're concern is very sweet, though." They drove in silence of a few minutes, then Mark asked, "Are you a virgin?" The girl blushed, of course. She was quiet for so long that Mark reached over and slapped her face, though not too hard. Her eyes went wide with shock. "It's not a difficult question, girl." Mark noted her hands were clinched tightly in her lap, and she was biting her lip. "Ahh... raped?" he guessed. "Y.. yes. I was very young. It.. it damaged me." "Damaged you." Mark glared at the girl. "Is your cunt intact? What exactly do you mean damaged?" He demanded. She gasped and went even redder, which Mark would have sworn was impossible. "My c.c...no! That part is fine, but they said I'd never be able to get pregnant." "Oh. That's fine then. Never wanted kids, anyway. Do you still have a period?" "No." "So, no periods and no kids. Wow, sounds like some nasty bastard did me a favor." Mark laughed at the look on Allie's face. "Don't look so shocked. As it happens, I don't hold with hurting kids. Still, if the worst tragedy of your life means something nice for me, don't expect me to get all weepy about it." Allie's shocked expression was replace by a thoughtful frown. "Do you have any other sexual experience at all?" Mark asked as he pulled the car into the parking lot of a small bar and grill. "No. It was just that one time, and I don't really remember much of that, I was so young. Once in high school one of the boys on the basketball team kissed me. But that was just to make his girlfriend mad." Mark laughed as he turned off the car. He shifted the seat back and tilted the big old fashions steering wheel up out of his way. He unfastened his belt and worked it out of the loops. Holding the belt in one hand, he watched Allie's expression as he unbuttoned his jeans. In one motion, he lifted his hips and slid his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. The girl's eyes went wide, and she gasped as his huge tool was exposed to her for the first time. Mark knew it was impressive. To a girl like her it must be downright terrifying. It was a flaccid 8 inches and well over an inch thick. When hard he was close to 11 inches long and as nearly as thick as a beer can. Allie was staring at it as if she were looking at the face of God. Mark grinned. She was going to learn that was exactly was his cock was to her. Mark reached across the seat and looped his belt around the girl's throat. She hardly seemed to notice, staring at his cock, not even blinking. Mark smoothed her beautiful hair back, gathering it in one fist, and tugged on the end of his belt with the other. As the makeshift choke-collar tighten around her throat she gave a start and her body stiffened, but her eyes never left his cock. "Kneel between my legs and take it in your mouth, little alley cat." Mark said quietly. "I'm going to teach you how to make me feel soooo good." Allie climbed under the steering wheel, her tiny body the perfect fit. She reached out tentatively with one hand. Mark tugged at the belt, sharply, cutting off her breath. Her hand froze an in inch from his cock. "I didn't give permission to touch me with anything except your mouth. When you've done what I told you to, I'll let you breath." The girl leaned forward, reaching for his cock with her lovely mouth. Mark tightened his grip on her hair, forcing her to pull against him to reach his cock. It took a bit of effort for her to finally gather his still mostly flaccid tool into her mouth, but Mark was fully enjoying her struggle. When she had accomplished her goal, Mark loosened the belt just enough to allow her to take in ragged breaths. Her whole body was trembling as she held his growing cock head in her mouth, not sucking, just holding him there, drawing deep breaths through her nose. "That's my good girl," Mark moaned. "Now hold tight with your lips, don't let your teeth touch me, and stroke with your tongue...yeah good girl. Press harder with your tongue and move it around the head mmmm...yeah." "Now suck me...no, do it harder! That's better... feel how big I'm getting? Keep sucking... keep that tongue going.. you're getting it. Let me slide slowly out of your mouth, and lick the shaft. That's right, get it nice and wet. You like the taste of my cock, I can tell... good girl, ahhh fuck, yessss!!" Mark closed his eyes and relished the girl's efforts. "Lick that cock, kitten. Now take it back in your mouth. I know it's big, work it in there. No hands!... Good girl... ah fuck that feels good! Use that mouth to show me how much you love being here. Show me how grateful you are that I'm letting you worship my cock." The girl was moaning over his cock, totally into it. Hell, she seemed to be enjoying this as much as Mark was. "Now for the fun part, alley cat. I want you to see how much of me you can get down your throat." The desperate sound of the girl's whimper almost made Mark come right then. Her lips were stretched grotesquely wide and she was having obvious difficulty with little more than his cock's massive head in her mouth. He gave her back a sharp slap with the end of his belt and moaned as she jerked from the pain. "I don't expect miracles your first time, but I do expect your best effort. Show me how much my pleasure matters to you. Come on now, do this for me, kitten." She gripped the seat on either side of Mark, careful, he noted, not to touch him. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and began to lower her face onto him. It wasn't a smooth motion. She was tilting her head this way and that, experimenting with angles until she had the right one. Her tongue was working him, pulling him into her mouth, past her impossibly stretched lips. She pulled back just a moment, drooling over him, wetting her lips. Then she moved down again, and he felt her gag as he hit the back of her throat. He moaned loudly, savoring the sensation her spasming throat sent through him. When he felt she'd paused there long enough he gave her back another sharp blow with the belt. "Swallow me down, baby. You can do this. Choke on my cock, baby." And she did. Somehow this little alley cat managed to get nearly half his massive length down her tiny throat on their first date. Mark could hardly believe it. He could feel her so tight throat in constant spasm over his cock. Her body was heaving in a desperate, vain attempt to draw in air. "Good girl, that's my good little kitten," Mark murmured as he fought the urge to shoot his load so soon. He wanted to draw this out, but he couldn't remember the last time his cock felt this amazing. "Stay girl... stay... don't you fucking dare pull off me. Oh fuck yeah, keep choking, oh god!" The heaving in her chest was getting weaker, and suddenly her hands dropped their grip on the seat. Mark slapped her with the belt again to rouse her a bit, then reluctantly relented. "Back girl. Just enough to get your breath now, don't be a greedy kitten." Allie pulled back until she was sucking the massive head, rapidly drawing in great breaths through her nose, lips holding him so tight still. There were tears streaming from her eyes, and snot dripping from her nose, and her hands once again gripped the car seat for dear life. Mark began to rain blows onto her back and butt with his belt. She whimpered pitifully between her continued gasps for breath. Mark loved that even though she flinched and cried out, she never pulled away, or made any attempt to block the blows. "Take all the time you need, kitten," Mark smirked. "I'll stop hitting you when you've taken me down an inch further than last time." His Perfect Girl Allie gave a muffled wail and strained her face downwards, taking him back into that deliciously tight, clenching throat. Mark moaned in sheer bliss, making the last two blows with the belt especially hard. And then he knew he was as far as he was going, for tonight at least. Her tiny body was heaving for air again, her throat spasming around him. He rocked his hips up, shoving at her, but he could force himself no deeper. Mark let go of the belt and grabbed the last few inches of his cock. Holding her head down over him he began to jerk himself into her throat. When he let go of her head to stroke his balls, she didn't back up even a hair, but held herself as tightly down over his cock as she could. It seemed to go on forever, her throat squeezing him, her body fighting to draw in air while she deliberately smothered herself with his raging tool. Finally Mark roared and shoved her roughly off his cock to lie stunned and gasping on the floor. He climbed to his knees in the seat, aiming his cock at her face. Two more fisted strokes and Mark was cumming, shooting thick steams of spunk onto the girl's mouth and eyes and hair. When he was done, he eased himself back onto the seat, breathing heavily. "That felt great! Holy shit, that was amazing!" Mark laughed. "There are wipes in the glove box, kitten, wash your face." Allie crawled to her seat, still sucking air through her raw throat. She took the wipes and blindly began washing her face. Mark reached over and unlooped the belt from her throat. Even in the dark parking lot, the marks were clear. Bright red now, they would fade to deep bruises before morning. One side of her lip was cracked and bleeding, testament to her determination to please him. The sight thrilled Mark. He took a wipe and began cleaning his cock. He could have had her lick him clean, but he was hungry now, and didn't want to get started again here in the car. "So," he laughed, basking in sheer bliss, "was it good for you, too, kitten?" Allie paused in wiping blood from her mouth and looked over at Mark. She quickly lowered her eyes, but he'd seen the awe in them. "I never knew anything could be like that." She whispered hoarsely. Talking was clearly going to be painful for some time. Mark grinned. He pulled up and fastened his jeans. Then he took her chin in his hand and examined her face. With a wipe he cleaned a strand of spunk from her hair, then shook his head. "This will never work. If I take you in there looking like that someone's going to call the cops. You look like a teenager who's just been choked and face-raped." Mark laughed again. God, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good. "I'll go in and order take-out. We can go to the park and eat. Not allergic to anything, are you?" "No." "Good." Mark was still grinning when he got out of the car. He had no doubt the girl would be waiting for him when he returned. And when she greeted him with a broad smile, he knew she was special. He had hurt her pretty badly, worse than he'd ever hurt anyone on a first date. Mark rarely hurt women, unless he felt they were willing. Rape didn't appeal to Mark. Any brute could rape a woman. Mark wanted the woman to care that he felt good. He didn't want to just take pleasure, he wanted to be given pleasure. And he didn't care one way or another if the girl enjoyed herself or not. That's why the bdsm scene had been such a let down in his twenties. He'd been made to understand quickly that a good Master cared very much about what his sub wanted. The control he could give without reservation, but hurting someone who wanted pain was as unappealing as going out of his way to give pleasure. Mark's dating life since had been an endless stream of hope and disappointment. Still, he wanted to believe in this one. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he reached across the console to stroke her naked thigh. His hand roamed idly over her body, randomly tugging at a curl of hair, shoving a hand down her dress to roughly fondle a boob or pinch a nipple, then back to her thigh. His touch was casual, more proprietary than sexual. "I think its important, if we want to have a real relationship, that I set the ground rules early. Don't you?" "Yes, please," she said eagerly. "I don't want to do or say the wrong thing." Mark smiled. "I don't want you to either. First, I expect perfect obedience at all times. I won't compromise on this, kitten. When I tell you to do something, you either do it immediately, to the best of your ability, or you get out of my sight. Is that understood?" "I understand. I'll do what you say." "Good girl. Other than that, you just need to know your place. You're not my equal, in any way. You keep your eyes down. You don't touch me without permission; you don't touch anything I own without permission. This includes, my little alley cat, sitting on my furniture. Kittens sit on the floor, unless I tell you otherwise." "Also, I expect you to remember your manners. Sir, please, thank you, may I... these are not optional. Never forget, precious, that I am a man. You can call me Mark, but as far as I care, you have no name. You're just an alley cat, a stray kitten, and you should be grateful for any attention I show you. The moment you start to think you deserve anything, I'm done with you. Am I perfectly clear?" Allie swallowed hard and grimaced at the pain in her throat. "Yes, Mark, of course." Mark pulled into a small park. It was nothing more than a basketball court, a playground and a few scattered picnic tables. It was abandoned except for two teenage boys shooting hoops. Mark parked near one of the picnic tables. "Take the food and set it out on the table." Allie quickly retrieved the food from the backseat and followed Mark out of the car. As she walked to the table, nearly falling twice, Mark went around and opened the trunk of the car. He took out a blanket and a six-pack of beer. He spread the folded blanket over the bench and sat down, popping open a can of beer. When the food was laid out in front of him, Mark dove in, hungrily. He'd built quite an appetite already, and he knew he wasn't nearly done yet. He was impressed that the girl made no move to sit with him or take any food for herself. She stood beside him with her head bowed while he ate. Occasionally Mark would run a hand under the hem of her dress, squeezing a thigh or roughly pinching her ass. He was surprised to find she was wearing a thong, and more surprised when he ran a hand over her cunt, that she seemed to be shaved. He wouldn't have thought a girl like her would shave her cunt. "My roommate," she explained when he questioned her. "She told me the panties wouldn't show lines under the dress, and that if I thought... if I was going to be seen... she said men like it shaved." "Some do, some don't," Mark shrugged. "I like it. If things work out between us, maybe I'll pay for electrolysis to make you permanently hairless." Mark finished eating in silence then had the girl bag the leftovers while he went back to the car. With his thick coat it wasn't too cold out, but perhaps a little chilly to linger over a picnic. He watched her clean up after him, shivering in her thin dress, each step painful and dangerous in such high, unfamiliar heels. Mark tried not to think about how she never pulled away from him, or objected to his treatment. He tried not to think about how perfect she was. He'd been disappointed so many times. Of course that was why he was pushing her so hard. If she were going to fail him, he wanted to know now rather than later. After the little picnic, Mark drove around idly for about an hour. He talked about work, about his favorite books, a movie he saw last week. She listened attentively. She laughed and even asked intelligent questions. She'd read a lot of the same books, and though she'd hadn't seen the movie, she had seen an earlier black and white version. She held up her end of the conversation perfectly, without once interrupting or contradicting him. Her insights managed to be both clever and humble. She seemed to grow more sure of herself as they talked, and yet she never overstepped her place. By the time Mark pulled into the garage behind his house, he was captivated. He turned off the car and lowered the garage door. He turned to the girl and stroked that lovely hair as he spoke solemnly. "This is my home. I trust you to behave well, but if at any time you want to leave, you only have to say so. I am not a kidnapper or a rapist. My mind is swirling with all the things I want you to do for me, but you have to want to do them. If you don't care more about making me happy than anything else in the world, just tell me. I'll take you home and you'll never see me again." "I won't disappoint you, Mark," she said simply. "I sincerely hope you don't. Keep your shoes on, leave everything else in the car. In my home, you will be naked." Mark got out of the car and waited. In the bright light of the garage, he could see she was blushing furiously, but she didn't hesitate. She reached behind her to unzip the dress, then pulled it over her head. She draped it over the seat and slid out of the thong. Then she climbed out of the car to stand beside him. Her hands were clinched into little fists at her side, Mark was sure that was to fight the impulse to cover herself. He was proud that she didn't. Mark circled her slowly, studying her as she stood with her eyes on the floor. Her tiny frame was perfectly proportioned. Her breasts were firm and rounded, with long hard nipples that just begged to be twisted. There was the purplish imprint of his fingers on her left breast. Her stomach was flat above the bald mound of her pussy. She had curvy hips and a round bubble of an ass. Tiny as she was, there was nothing childish about her figure. The 5 inch heels even made her legs seem long and shapely. There were several welts across her back and buttocks. He reached out to caress one that ran thru the dimple of her lower back. She jumped. Mark laughed and moved to stand in front of her. He traced a finger over the thick mark circling her throat. That one was darkening into one hell of a collar. "A souvenir from your worship session with my cock." Mark murmured teasingly. "Yes, sir." Mark laughed again. "Is that really what it was? Were you worshiping me?" "Yes, sir, I think... it felt like worship." "Such a sweet kitten. Follow me." Allie Allie followed Mark across the four car garage toward a small door. The stupid shoes she wore kept trying to twist out from under her at every step, but she was determined not to fall. This was her first real date and everything had to go perfectly. She'd been terrified at first. She'd had no idea how to act on a date. The people in movies laughed and talked and made it seem the easiest thing in the world. Allie knew if she tried to be like that she would come off as the biggest phony ever. But then the most amazing thing had happened. He had started telling her exactly what he wanted. It was as if he knew how lost she was. Rather than expect her to be the charming seductress, he had told her every step to take, everything she needed to do to make him feel good. And she had done it! The little bookworm geek had taken a man's cock down her throat and made him feel wonderful. He had hardly been able to stop smiling since. Just the thought of it made her flush. He had pegged it exactly when he called it a worship session. She'd been in utter awe of him, of his manhood, of his beauty and his power. There were not enough expletives in the English language to describe what she had felt while being choked by such a cock. Some of what he wanted was difficult. There was no denying he had hurt her. But she had had bruises before. Just trying to keep up with him in these damn shoes was worse than the bruises. And being naked. That was the worst, not being able to hide any of her flaws from him. She didn't understand why he hadn't just sent her away by now. She was cute enough, sure, but a man like him must have super models calling day and night. Allie supposed a lot of women wouldn't like being bossed around, and Mark was definitely going to be the one in charge. Well, she had no problem with following instructions; she needed all the instructions she could get. Allie followed her date through the small door, up four frightening steps, and into his house. They were in a short hallway. To one side was a small bathroom, to the other a large laundry room. Directly in front of them, the hall opened up into a huge kitchen. Mark stopped and turned to her. "Take your shoes off here, and leave them by the door. Once you're in the house proper, you'll crawl. You will never be on your feet." "Thank you!" Allie blurted as she bent to remove the torturous shoes. It wasn't until she was actually on her hands and knees in his modern kitchen that she realized he meant to humiliate her. She was so grateful to know she wasn't going to fall, that it took a moment for the shame to hit. He was treating her like an animal. But of course that's what he'd told her he would do, wasn't it? She was his kitten, not even allowed on the furniture. This was further enforced when he took down a bowl and dumped in the leftovers from his supper. It was a small steak, fries and a roll... what she assumed he'd ordered for her from the beginning. He sat the bowl on the floor in front of her, along with a second bowl of tap water. "No hands now, alley cat." She didn't dare glance up at him, but she could hear the laughter in his voice. Allie laced her hands behind her back to remind herself they were off limits, and lapped some water from the bowl. Swallowing hurt, but the water was cool, and she was very thirsty. Drinking water this way wasn't as easy as it looked. She got as much up her nose as in her mouth. The food was easier. But the first touch of the salty fries to her raw throat made her cry out. She choked and almost didn't get the chewed mess down. She drank some more water and tried the roll instead. Better, but still painful. The steak was too much for her. She tried to tear the meat with her teeth, but without her hands she had nothing to pull against. She was sobbing with humiliation and frustration when Mark bent down beside her. He patted her head and took the steak, tearing it into smaller pieces. Then he stood and went to the sink to wash his hands. Allie resumed her meal. She had never been so thoroughly humbled in her life. Naked and eating like an animal, just because a man she barely knew had told her to. She didn't understand why he wanted to play this game with her. She knew she was less than him, she didn't need this proof. She had finished about half her food, and was lapping up the last of her water when she felt him move behind her. Just in time, she caught herself with her hands as he shoved her knees apart. She felt his cock rubbing at her slit as he reached around her waist and lifted her ass into the air. When she realized what he was about to do, her body responded with a gush of wetness. She couldn't move, couldn't breath, but her body obviously wanted this, and wanted it badly. Then she remember how massive he was. "Oh god, oh god, oh god" she couldn't stop whimpering as he positioned the head of his cock at her pussy. He hunched over her, swept her hair up in one fist and whispered in her ear. "I AM your god." And he drove himself into her. Mark Mark thrust savagely, thinking of nothing but burying his cock in her cunt in one brutal stroke. But she was very small, and though wet, she wasn't really ready for him. He only got about half his tool inside her on the first shove. He pulled back slightly and thrust again, just as hard, while using his grip on her waist and hair to pull her back onto him. She screamed loudly, but he barely heard. All eleven inches of him were buried in her tiny cunt. Mark had never been able to fully bury his massive cock in anyone before. Maybe it had something to do with the injury she'd had as a child, maybe he had torn her apart himself. But he couldn't look away from the sight. He pulled out a few inches just so he could watch that huge girth disappear inside her again. She looked like a doll impaled on a fence post. She was so fucking tight it was bordering on pain. He thrust in and out a few times, long hard strokes trying to loosen her up a little. She was sobbing, limp in his grasp. With every thrust she screamed "oh god!" Mark decided she was praying to him for more, and he obliged. Her body never really adjusted to him, but the almost-pain faded into the most amazing fuck of Mark's life. Her cunt was soaking wet and boiling hot, and so tight it was sucking him hard like a mouth each time he pulled back for another violent stab. He fucked her like a man possessed, fast and brutal. In and out he pounded her over and over and over. He let go of her hair at one point, only to grab a tit, digging his fingers into her flesh as his cock tore into her cunt. He thought he could go like this forever, but then he felt the pressure building in his balls. He sat back on his heels, holding her down on his cock and thrusting upwards. He grunted as he came, and when he was done shooting his spunk into her, he shoved her away. She curled into a sobbing ball while he caught his breath. There was no blood, Mark was amazed to see. He had been sure at one point that he was killing her. Apparently not. Apparently he was going to be able to do that again, though not just yet. When he had his breath back, he laughed aloud. "Oh kitten, that was fucking incredible!" Mark reached over and grabbed her by the hair. "Come on now, we're just getting started. Use that sweet little tongue of yours to clean me up." Allie dutifully pushed herself onto her hands and knees immediately, though she did cry out from the pain. Placing her hands to either side of his knees, she bent her face to his crotch. Her tongue lapped at him, licking up and down his softening cock. In only seconds her groans of pain turned into moans of pleasure. Her body shuddered and she panted over him. He was sure her pussy was wetter than ever, though to be honest it was hard to tell with his cum still dripping down her thighs. "That's it, nice and clean. That's my good girl." When Mark felt his cock begin to stir again, he pushed her away. Pointing back down the short hallway he said, "Go in the bathroom and clean up. I don't want you dripping on my carpet. When you're done come into the den." Ten minutes later, Mark was kicked back with his feet up on the sofa watching sports highlights on his big screen television when Allie crawled into the room. He watched her crawl over to him and kneel with her hands in her lap, careful not to block his view of the TV. Her hair was combed, her face was washed, and her tears all dried, though her eyes were still puffy and red. "Your hands should be clasped behind your back, kitten, and your knees further apart. That's better," he said as she adjusted her pose. "Don't want anything blocking my view of that pretty little pussy, do we?" "No, Mark." She blushed, but smiled shyly, her eyes properly downcast. Mark went back to watching his program, rebuilding his energy. Allie never looked up from the floor, even when Mark began to idly pinch and twist her nipples. For the next hour Mark watched TV, and played with his pet, without really paying attention to her. She accepted his touch without complaint and never did anything to draw more attention to herself. When the program ended they talked about sports for awhile. She liked football, but knew little of basketball. Mark realized with a shock that he was enjoying her company almost as much as he enjoyed her body. It was magic the way she could talk to him while kneeling naked with her eyes lowered respectfully. She was clever and interesting, and when he painfully pulled and stretched her nipples, she was still able to hold the thread of their conversation. His Perfect Girl She could do this, Mark realized, because this wasn't a game to her. She wasn't playing at being his pet or his slave. She accepted that he was superior to her and treated him accordingly. It was as natural to her as breathing. She wasn't proud in her subservience, making it a gift he had to acknowledge. She was simply there, fulfilling her function, just like any other form of entertainment. "Would you like my cock in your throat again, kitten?" Mark asked as he pulled her nipple as far out from her body as he could. Allie's teeth were clenched against the pain. "Yes, Mark, I'd love that." Mark released her nipple and watched it snap back, jiggling delightfully as she hissed in pain. He grabbed the other nipple and slowly started stretching it. "I can't decide whether to fuck your cunt or your throat next. I could fuck your ass, I suppose, but I don't want to kill you." Mark laughed, watching the girl's tit stretch, noting how her eyes widened in fear. "I should be stretching your ass instead of your tits to get you ready for me, but I'm feeling lazy." Mark let go, smiling as her tit bounced. Suddenly he stood up. He grabbed a handful of her hair and started walking toward the stairs, Allie scrambling on her hands and knees to keep from being dragged. He pulled her up the stairs and into his bedroom. He let go of her to undress, and she quickly locked her hands behind her back and opened her legs. Mark patted her head in approval. When he was naked he pointed at the tall bed in the center of the room. "Up girl!" She scrambled onto the bed. Before she could resume her pose he said, "On your back, hang your head off the side." She did as instructed and he shifted her a bit, trying to get the perfect angle. He slapped her face. "Open." She opened wide and he fed his cock into her mouth. He grabbed a tit in each hand and leaned his weight onto her chest as he thrust into her throat. She kicked out with both legs and fisted her hands into his bed cover. Then he was fucking her again. Not as brutally as he'd fucked her cunt, but he certainly showed no mercy. His massive cock rammed in and out of her throat as his hands dug tunnels into her tits. After a couple of minutes, he pulled back, up into her mouth to let her breath. He only gave her a few seconds and he was pushing back into her throat. This went on and on, Mark allowing her only seconds of gasping breaths every few minutes. This was his third fuck of the night, and it was going to last as long as he wanted. At some point, through Mark's haze of pleasure, he saw the girl's hand moving between her legs. Mark was furious. He pulled her hand away and slapped her cunt hard. "Bad girl!" he grunted, thrusting harder. "Selfish kitten!" He continued to slap her pussy as he pounded her throat. "This," slap "is not" slap "about YOU" SLAP! And then Mark was cumming deep in her throat, grunting loudly. He finished quickly and rolled the girl off his bed. She landed with a soft cry, then gave a louder cry as he kicked her in the ribs. Of course being barefoot, it also hurt him. He picked his belt up off the floor and used it instead. Mark rained blows down on the girl's body. She didn't try to get away, in fact she managed to get onto her knees and lace her hands over her head, giving the belt clearer access to her tender flesh. She was sobbing hysterically though. Screaming "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," as the belt bit into her over and over. But Mark's was a fury fueled by bitter disappointment. He had thought she was prefect. She was supposed to be perfect. His cries of "Selfish, selfish, selfish," echoed with her "sorry"s and the loud cracks of the belt. Mark stopped when his arm grew too tired to swing. He stood over the weeping girl, panting for breath. She was bleeding in a dozen places, though none badly. Her screams had faded to hoarse whispers now. "I take it back, I take it back," was her new mantra. Mark felt like weeping himself. "I had my cock inside you, and it wasn't enough for you. Do you have any idea how that made me feel? You can't take back something like that. I was fucking you, and you were thinking of yourself. How can you ask me to forgive something like that?" Mark sat on the edge of the bed, with his face in his hands. Neither spoke for a long time. "I've never touched myself like that before." Allie finally said. Her voice was rough, and talking was obviously painful after the screaming and the fucking. "I didn't even mean to do it." She said, so quietly Mark had to strain to understand her. "I barely realized what I was doing until you pulled my hand away. I didn't know it was a bad thing. Whatever happens now, I swear I'll never do that again. And I don't expect you to forgive me, Sir. I never expected someone like you to notice me at all. But you're wrong about one thing." Mark glared at the girl. "When you had your cock in my throat, I wasn't thinking about myself. You had your cock down my throat, Mark. I wasn't thinking at all." She took a shuddering breath. "You can't know how overwhelming that is for someone like me... to have someone like you... There are no thoughts. There's only sensation and .. and wonder. I'm so sorry for whatever flaw in me made me do what I did. But don't think for a second that your cock wasn't enough for me. You're the most amazing person I've ever known. I'm sorry I couldn't be perfect for you." Mark frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it was just instinct... a wicked, selfish instinct. I shouldn't have expected more from someone like you. I told you I'd be your teacher, so its hardly fair to throw you out after one failing. I'll think about giving you another chance." "Thank you, Mark." Allie said, gratefully. "You still disappointed me, pet. I'm not ready to be over it, just yet. Go sleep in the downstairs bathroom tonight. We'll see how I feel about you in the morning. Go on now, I want to be alone." As she obediently crawled away, Mark slid under the covers of the big bed, wondering whether or not the girl was worth his effort.