1 comments/ 84796 views/ 9 favorites What She Deserves By: story_lein Note: This story is fictional but is written for the exotic mind to enjoy. * I just turned 21 and decided to go out drinking for the first time, well, legally anyway. I guess I had a few more than I should have as I got really drunk, and the walk home was long and difficult. I remember stopping at the Laundromat and noticed that the only person inside was a girl that I recognized and despised. She was 18 or 19 years old now, but when she was younger she used to make comments about me, nasty ones. I have changed over the last few years and have seen her a few times and she never recognized me. She was always flirting and acting as if she was better than everyone else. I wanted to make her pay for all the bad things she said about me years ago. I walked in through the back door very quietly. There was a side room that the manager uses during the day and I knew where he hid the key. Without any noise, I opened the door and turned on the small light next to the couch. I tripped the breaker for the lights in the front and made my move to grab Sally. She screamed as I pulled her from the darkness and into the room. I closed and locked the door. She yelled as I moved towards her, telling her softly to do as I said and she would be ok. She eyes started to tear. I told her to take off her clothes and she refused. I walked towards her, pulling on her short slutty skirt, tearing it from her waist. She had a small red thong on that barely covered her neatly trimmed pussy. My cock grew hard at the sight before me. I tried to pull her top off and she tried to hit me. I caught her arm in my hand and pulled her bikini top off with my other hand, to reveal her perky tits. Her nipples stiffened as the air from the air conditioner hit them. I told her that it was time she got her punishment for teasing all the guys for years and that I was going to show her what it was like to be on the receiving end. I pushed her back on the couch and put my hands on her tits, massaging her petite mounds. She said that I shouldn't be doing this. I moved my hand down to her pussy and drifted my fingers across the outside of her thong. Her body tensed at my touch and I could feel that the small patch of fabric was moist. I slid my fingers into the string-like bands and yanked her panties loose from her waist. I ran my fingers along her slit, touching her soft skin and patch of pubic hair. I couldn't take my bulging cock in my pants any longer and dropped my pants and let my dick spring free. Sally had a look of terror on her face as she took in the sized of my cock. I had only had sex once before this, a few years back at camp. I was not a popular guy with the girls and the only reason I got some then was the fact the girl was fat and drunk. I moved down to try oral sex on a girl for the first time, taking a few moments to breath in the musk scent of the female sex. I licked at her pussy, working my tongue up and down the outer folds of her pussy, slightly pushing it inward. I found her opening and pushed my tongue in a little further. Sally had been sobbing softly and now her breathing was getting more shallow and rapid and she had soft moans occasionally. I licked some more; enjoying the fact I was getting and giving sexual pleasure to a very attractive young women. I moved in and spread her legs. She tried to force them together but I was stronger and moved in on top of her. I kissed her on the lips and then moved down to kiss and suck on her tits, letting my mouth suck on her brown nipples. I loved feeling them harden in my mouth. I grabbed my hard cock with one hand rubbing it on her mound to lubricate the head, and then slowly pushed inward at her cunny hole. I slid inside a couple of inches and pulled back, then pushed in again. I felt some resistance and realized that I was fucking a virgin. How funny, in many was I was too. I pulled back and pushed forward, harder, breaking through her virgin covering. I buried my hard cock deep into her pussy and held it there for a few seconds. She had yelled out in pain and I could see the tears well in her eyes and start to run down her cheek. I softly told her that the pain would go away soon. I started to work my cock in and out of her slowly, enjoying the velvet-like softness and warmth. I wanted to make this last, but could feel the boiling of my seed and knew that I was going to cum soon. I stopped my thrusts for a moment trying to hold off my orgasm. Sally didn't say anything, as I started to ride her, building in speed and thrusting harder. I couldn't hold back any longer and shoved my cock to the deepest of her cunt and let my seed shoot deep inside her. I realized that I might be impregnating her, but in my drunken state, didn't care. I pulled back and thrust in again shooting more cum inside her. I was surprised as my cock stayed hard. I continued to fuck her and soon picked up tempo again. Our juices flowed down onto the couch and her leg. I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders giving me more leverage and better penetration of her pussy. She started to moan, softly at first, then louder. Her body stiffened and I realized she was cumming. I could feel a warmth in her pussy and felt her juices coating my cock. It sent me over the edge to my own orgasm and I shot another load of cum inside her. I was spent. I slid out of her, watching my cum ooze from her pussy. It was a beautiful sight. I told her she was now a woman and that I would watch for her to do laundry again. She was my sex slave and she should wear something sexy, something very slutty. Wear a red colored top to let me know you are ready for me to visit you again. I walked out the back door, and made my way home. Now, in the morning light, through a bad hangover, I realized I had raped this girl and possibly made her pregnant. I know I despised her but was actually feeling guilty for what I had done. I worried that she would figure out who I was and turn me in to the authorities. What if she did get pregnant? How could I take care of her and the child I fathered without outing who I was? What She Deserves "Hey, heading into work?" She greeted him as he came up to the register. He sat the red bull on the counter and replied, "yeah, you know how it goes. Can I get a pack of reds?" When she turned around to grab the cigarettes, he used the opportunity to check out her deliciously round ass. She turned back and started ringing him up, making small talk with him as she completed the transaction. As he took his purchases, he smiled at her and said, "have a great day, pretty girl." He pauses to watch the blush travel from her chest up to her cheeks. He lets out a little chuckle, then turns to leave. He started coming by this particular local pharmacy just because it was convenient on his way into work. Now, even if he got a new job on the other side of town, he would still find a way to stop at this store just to see her. She was...where did he start? She wasn't conventionally pretty - but attractive and interesting looking, with long dark hair and big brown eyes. She had full pink lips and smooth skin. She had a perfect smile, perfect teeth and an easy, pleasant laugh. She carried quite a bit more weight on her than was his usual type, but he knew he'd appreciate the extra curves and softness. He would know for sure soon enough. He had been working on a plan to get her for weeks now. She had no idea the information she provided in their little chats at the register. He knew she had a little boy, and that he spent every other weekend with his dad. So she was alone every other weekend. He knew she took a specific route home that he was familiar with. He also knew that she deserved to be punished and he was getting prepared to do just that. -- She sighed, heavily. She loved when he came in and her days felt so empty on the days he didn't stop in. Which was ridiculous, really, but...he was so attractive, and more than that, he had a swagger about him. A confidence, a manliness, that appealed to her on several levels. She'd never admit it to anybody but she spent many slow afternoons at work leaning over the counter, imagining him fucking her from behind. She always got tongue tied when he said those little things, like calling her "pretty girl." What was that? He always flirted with her, yet had never asked for her phone number. She would never dare offer it, she just wasn't confident enough that he actually would want it. They both wore name tags, even though they never addressed each other properly. So she knew his name, knew where he worked, knew his preferred method of caffeinating...but that was mostly it. "I'm in love with a stranger," she thought to herself as she proceeded to ring up an old lady that had come up to her register. -- The next day... "Did you go through that whole pack already??" She asked as he sat yet another red bull on the counter. He smiles and says, "no no, just the caffeine today. How are you?" "Good. Tired. I'm working this weekend, but next weekend my ex is taking the baby for a long weekend since we're both off on Monday. I have three whole days to myself!" "Wow, what are you going to do with all of that time?" "Well, hopefully nothing. Stay at home and read, take some long baths followed by some long naps." "Oh, you're one of those sleepy girls, huh?" She laughed, "sleep is my second favorite thing to do in bed," and then she winked. He looked at her, a slow smile coming to his face. He took his drink and as he walked away, he said, "always a pleasure to see you, pretty girl." -- He had to work fast to get his location set up, if she had a 3 day weekend alone, this would have to be it. He didn't want anyone to be looking for her when he took her, and he wanted uninterrupted time with her. It would have to be next weekend. -- He saw her as she left work, looking so pretty. Her hair was straightened, and pulled to the side to keep it out of her face. She had on just enough makeup to make a difference. She was wearing a knee length pencil skirt over black sparkly panty hose, and a black pea coat. Her shoes were red, patent pumps...with any other outfit they would have been "fuck me" pumps, but with this outfit, spelled out "class." He couldn't wait to break her. -- She was walking home after getting off work late, later than usual. But it was ok because it was Friday, and she had three glorious days to herself. She had a million and one things running through her mind, so when she felt someone reach out and touch her arm she let out a very startled "ahh!" She relaxed instantly when she saw who it was, and smiled at him. He returned the smile, and apologized for startling her. "Oh it's fine, sorry I screamed at you. What are you up to?" "I was actually looking for you." "Me? What do you want with me?" "Oh pretty girl, I want all of you." "I don't understand." "Just, be quiet and come with me." "I don't want to go with you..." He grabbed her arm, leaned in close to her face and said, "it doesn't matter what you want." Her eyes got wide in fear and surprise, "what are you talking about??" They'd been walking as they were talking, and they ended up in front of an old, mostly abandoned, furniture storage warehouse. Thankful the streets were empty, he strong armed her into the door he had left unlocked that evening. She turned around, trying to get herself out of his grip but he held fast to her...slamming her against the wall of the stairwell. He pressed his body against hers, his cheek against hers as he spoke near her ear. "I knew you would put up a little fight, and trust me...it's turning me on. Now. Come with me up the stairs, it'll be better for you if you come nicely." Again she tries to get out of his grasp, so he's left with no choice but to grab a fist full of hair and start pulling her up the stairs. She grabs at his arms, tears streaming down her face...she says, "please. Please don't do this, I didn't do anything to you. Please, let me go now and I won't tell anyone anything." He continues walking up the stairs, pulling her, as he says to her, "You're not going to say anything to anyone. I'm not going to let you go. I'm going to use you and your body for my pleasure and perhaps if you cooperate, you can find some pleasure too. If I know you the way I think I do, you will enjoy this immensely. I already am. Say 'please' again." Instead of tears streaming down her face, she is openly sobbing. They arrive upstairs and he flings her into a chair next to the bed. He walks back to the landing and locks the door. She takes the opportunity to look around. They're in a large room, there is a king sized bed with clean white sheets, but no pillows or blankets. There is a bedside table with a lamp, a small kitchenette off to the side and what appears to be a bathroom behind a pocket door. -- He walks back towards her, takes in her appearance. Her perfectly styled hair is now a disaster, there is mascara smudged under her eyes and several runs in her pantyhose. He pulls up another chair and sits down across from her. He says, "tell me something sexual that you're deeply ashamed of doing." "I don't know what you mean." He stands up and slaps her across the face with an open palm, "don't make me ask you again bitch. You know what I mean." "I-I-I can't think of anything," she stammers. He grabs her jaw in his hand, squeezing tight. "Think." He lets go and sits back down, his cock growing hard at how pathetic she looks... how pathetic she is... "Ok...um...I used to send explicit pictures and videos to guys." He stands up and slaps her across the face again. "Why would you be ashamed of that? Most whores do that, I'm not surprised you have." "I did it while I was married." "I see. Tell me more." "Well, it was mostly one guy. And I listened to his directions and basically took pictures and videos of any and every thing he requested." "What else?" "That's all I can think of." He slapped her again. "We'll come back to this, I need you to tell me your secrets. Now, stand up." She keeps her eyes locked on him as she stands up. He reaches out to unbutton her coat, his thumbs lightly touching her neck as he slides the coat from her shoulders. She shivers...her nipples growing hard under her silk shirt and thin lace bra. He commands her to unzip her skirt. She reaches behind her which forces her tits farther out in front of her. His eyes are drawn to the small points of her nipples, and for a brief moment she feels powerful. She unzips her skirt and it slides down her ample hips and thighs, coming to rest in a pool at her feet. He sits down in his chair, her pussy is eye level to his face. He reaches out towards her hips - sliding each thumb under the waistband of her hose. He slides them down to her knees, then immediately shoves two fingers into her pussy. He is simultaneously turned on, pleased, and appalled by just how wet she is. He pulls his hand away, covered in her sticky clear juices. He pulls her wrist down so she is sitting, and he holds his hand up to her face, and asks "what's this?" Her face turns crimson- she is so embarrassed that her body has betrayed her this way. She doesn't answer him. He smears some of her pussy juice over her lips...she turns her head away, and he grabs her jaw. He commands her to suck his fingers clean. She opens her mouth and one by one, sucks her own juices from him. She tastes her sweat, her sweetness, and the nicotine on his fingers. He says, "have you ever tasted yourself before?" "No." Instead of slapping her with an open hand, this time he punches her in the face, saying, "don't ever lie to me. Ever." She is on the floor in an instant, the force of the blow sending her to her knees. She's never been hit before tonight. He grabs her by the hair, pulling her up to sit back in her chair. She's crying. He grips her jaw in his hand and asks her again, "have you tasted yourself before?" "...yes." "How often?" "Almost daily." "Do you enjoy the way you taste?" "I wouldn't do it if I didn't enjoy the taste." He slaps her again, immediately she says, "yes. Yes, I love the way I taste very much." "Tell me the way you like it best." She blushes, then admits to him, "I like it best when I'm ovulating. It's sticky and clear and there is a bunch of it. When I was married, I particularly enjoyed the day after sex, when my juices had time to mix with his. I would taste myself a lot the day after." He says, "I knew you were a whore. Now you're my whore. You deserve everything that is going to happen to you over the next three days, because that's your place. And your place is to make my cock feel good. Now, go take a shower. Don't be long." She stumbles to the shower, her panty hose around her ankles and her high heels making her unsteady. In the bathroom she sees an array of products - shampoo, conditioner, a bar of soap, a wash cloth, a razor. She steps in the scalding hot water, careful to not get her hair wet. She washes her ample body, then decides she may as well shave her legs. She steps out, dries off and goes back into the main room. He is lying on the bed, as naked as she is. She stands there, brushing her hair and waits for further instructions. What She Deserves Never before had she felt so loved. Never before had she felt so humiliated. The combination, it was intoxicating, invigorating, and she wanted more. As she sat in the hotel room chair, he called her names, names that would cause most women to retaliate if they were called. Whore, bitch, slut, cunt, just to name a few. And the descriptions of how she was each and every one of those things. She sat there and absorbed them. Granted, she was bound, gagged and blindfolded. But even if she hadn't been, she would have sat there. She wanted to take every ounce of humiliation he could give her. She craved it. And she knew he loved her. She felt the sting of the flogger. It smacked her left breast as she felt him walk behind her. She flinched, but not much. He didn't stop his verbal assault. It just kept coming, one after another. It was breaking her, though, she knew it was coming. It was what she needed. She knew, in order to be the submissive he wanted, the submissive that she truly was inside, she needed to have all sense of pride stripped away. This man, this man she had fallen in love with, this man who she asked to dominate her, he knew best. He knew what she needed and what was the best way to tear away every defense she had and expose her truly naked soul to him. Naked and raw. That is how he wanted her. Naked to him, completely his. And this was his method today, complete and utter humiliation. When she had first arrived, he had made her stand in front of the window of the hotel where he was staying for the weekend. They were on the 4th floor with a view over the main entrance. All a person had to do was look up as they were entering the building to see her in her black and white polka dotted dress in the window. He stood behind her and kissed her neck and down her shoulders. As he pushed against her body, she supported herself with the window. He unzipped her dress to gain more access to her skin. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as he pinned her arms to her side and let the dress fall to the floor. She blocked out the world, knowing a glance upward would reveal her black lacy bra and the garter belt and stockings he insisted she wear. No panties. He had been very clear. He kissed down her back, releasing her arms so she could support herself again against the window. He unhooked her bra, and continued down her back. He knelt behind her and took her cheeks in hand, massaging and rubbing them as he peppered them with kisses. She moaned, reveling in the softness of the moment. She didn't know what was coming, that wasn't her place or her concern, she just tried to take in every moment as it came and embraced it. His hands felt so good on her skin. Eyes closed, she moaned. He spread her ass cheeks. With his finger, he traced the line between them. He paused slightly at each of her holes, but did not invade either one. Then slowly he stood and turned her around. She opened her eyes to see him, his form towering over her. The look in his eyes took her breath away. She immediately looked down, but he caught her chin with his finger and raised her face. With that look in his eyes, he could make her do anything. He looked at her intently for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a moment. Then he kissed her. No, devoured her is better. His mouth enveloped hers and as her tongue touched his, she was instantaneously reminded why she was his, why she had given herself to this man. He was a passionate kisser, capable of erasing the memory of everything in the world, but him. She felt herself melt into him, and the tears began to flow from her eyes. Tears of frustrations and stresses, from responsibilities and obligations. All those things were melting away. It was magical. He pulled away, and turned from her. She stood there, exposed. The feelings most women would have, embarrassment, self consciousness, uncertainty, she had none of that. She knew nothing of what was to come, but she trusted him implicitly. She let her mind go blank. 'Just be,' she told herself. She stopped crying. And there she stood. He returned with a chair. He sat it in front of the window. With the most gentlemanly of gestures, he motioned for her to sit. She did, but in order to, she needed to spread her legs. Her naked pussy was now on full display for anyone to see. He stroked her hair and told her she was a good girl, then finished removing her bra. He knelt beside her and tied her ankle to the chair. Then he repeated it on the other side. As she watched his firm and gentle moves, her breathing increased, and she felt her pussy dampen. When he was done with her legs, he tied her hands behind her. By the time he was done, she was panting. He stood to the side of her, looking down on her heaving breasts and smiled. Without a word, he held up the ball gag. She took a sharp breath inward as he stepped behind her and secured it. Then again he was gone. She knew better than to look around. She looked out the window. The sky was blue, and there was a bird sitting on a wire. It appeared to see her there, exposed in the window. It cocked its head to the side, as if contemplating her situation. Then it flew away. She thought briefly of the freedom of a bird. The freedom to fly where they want, to float on the breeze and let it carry them, if that is their whim. No responsibilities, no deadlines, no worries. She felt that now, freedom. Here there was nothing to decide or do, aside from exactly what she was told. She was floating on the breeze, going wherever the whim of her Dom took her. Freedom. He was back. He whispered in her ear, "My love, this is everything you deserve." And with that, the room went dark as something was placed over her eyes. A blindfold. Now, she couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't see. She was completely at his mercy. Then it started. The insults and the names. The first ones stung, they hit the heart of every insecurity she had ever had about herself. The ones she had tried to hide from the world, he exposed. The ones she had tried to overcome, he used against her. The deepest, darkest moments of her life, he knew. For a few moments, she tried to stay strong, to let them roll off her. But the onslaught was too much, one after the other, it was a carefully prepared recitation of proportions she wasn't prepared for. The first stroke of the flogger hit her pussy. In that moment, the pain of the strike, the verbal abuse, and the realization that she was on full display at the window came crashing upon her. She hung her head and the tears flowed. He grabbed the back of her head and raised it. "Be proud slut, proud of the fucking whore you are. Proud to be mine and on display." He continued. The abuse rained down on her along with licks of the flogger. She couldn't decide what was more painful, but she didn't need to. The tears continued to flow as she embraced every word and every strike. After a time, she felt it inside her, she felt it break and then, although the assault continued, it was numb. There were no more tears, there was no more pain. She was nothing. At this point she was as naked as she had ever been. Her pride was gone. Any sense of importance had disappeared. And if she had ever had any sense of self worth, it was completely gone. She was stripped of everything and exposed to him at the rawest, deepest level. He must have sensed or knew she had reached the point he wanted her. He was gone again. It didn't matter. Time was an illusion. Did she sit there a minute? Two? Ten? It didn't matter. Her arms were released, her legs were next. Then he helped her from the chair and removed the blindfold. His eyes were kind, as he kissed her forehead and removed the ball gag. She was weak, and her face stained with tears. Taking her hand he lead her to the bed and laid her down. Then, going to the bathroom, he returned with a warm washcloth and washed her face. He removed his clothes and climbed into the bed next to her wrapped his arms around her. She laid her head on his chest and he stroked her hair. As her energy returned, he began to explore her body again with his hands. Her breasts, her ass, her face. She moaned. He slid his hand between her legs to find what he knew would be there. His little slut, his plaything, was wet. Not just wet, soaking wet. But he knew she would be, he had seen the puddle when she stood. She had been turned on by the humiliation she had just been through. He rolled her on her back and she felt how hard he was against her thigh. In her neediness, she moaned and begged, "Please, please...fuck me..." He smiled and gently kisses her lips, so soft, so tender, and then, with the force of a steam locomotive, plowed his hard cock in her wet, waiting pussy.