****** Sleeping Beauty by Cat ******
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Sleeping Beauty


I ran my hands down her sleeping form. She stirred, and I clamped my hand over
her mouth to stifle any possible screams. Her eyes opened wide and she began
struggling. I straddled her then and pinned her arms to the mattress. "Be still
and you won't get hurt," I instructed. She screamed, and I slapped her into
stunned silence. "I wouldn't do that," I warned. She trembled beneath me, and
this evidence of her fear aroused me. I quickly cuffed one of her hands and
chained it to the bed. I did the same with the other, and despite her frantic
attempts to free herself, there was no escape. I smiled wickedly at her.

"My money's in my purse," she offered. "It's in the kitchen." I laughed that
this naive young woman thought I was simply a prowler, after her money.

"I didn't come here to steal your money," I responded. I gripped her chin with
my hand and forcefully kissed her sweet pink mouth. I pushed my tongue between
her lips and my teeth pressed against her as I ground my mouth down. She
whimpered as I ended the kiss, pleading with me to release her. If she only
realized that her pleas merely incited me further. I savagely ripped her cotton
nightgown, exposing white voluptuous breasts with succulent brown nipples and a
neat black triangle of hair between her legs. I pulled a nipple with my teeth
and it hardened in conflict with her protestations. She must have sensed that
she was losing control, and she kicked at me with her feet. "Bitch!" I
exclaimed and smacked her breast viciously. I pulled a knife from my pocket and
held its blade to her throat. The point pricked her flesh and a small trickle
of blood ran down her neck.

"Oh God, you're serious about this!" she moaned. I ignored her.

"I'm going to tie your feet down. If you try anything, I won't hesitate to use
this." And I gestured with the blade. I knew that I could never really stab
someone-- I was a rapist, not a killer. I took sadistic delight in violating
helpless women, using their mouths and other orifices for my pleasure. However,
my enjoyment came more from the conquest than the sex. I loved watching the
women change from squirming victims to wanton sluts. The knife was only a tool
to assist me in assuring their compliance.

I saw this one at the library. She was studying or perhaps working, and I was
captivated by her long, dark hair. She had looked up at me, noticed me watching
her, and smiled shyly before turning back to her papers. Her eyes were a soft
amber, and I had visualized them wide with terror. I followed her for four
days, memorizing her routine. She returned home every night at 7:00, and her
lights went out almost precisely at 11:00. Her bedroom was on the ground floor,
with a window facing the backyard. She had a roommate, but the roommate was
rarely home before 2:00 a.m. By then, I would have her completely subjugated or
I would be safely on my way.

"What's your name?" I asked her, stroking the soft fur between her legs. She
chewed her lip nervously.

"Jenelle," she answered. "Look, can't we talk about this? You seem very
intelligent and reasonable. I'm sure I could help you. Let me go, and I'll--"

"Really Jenelle," I said sneering. "Do you think I would have gone to so much
trouble just to talk? I don't think you're that stupid." I continued stroking
her with my black-gloved hand. I slid a finger into her vagina and she
involuntarily arched against it. I withdrew my finger, and it was coated with a
white stickiness, which I placed against her lips. "Taste how hot you are," I
said and she stuck her tongue out to lick my leather-covered finger. I shoved
it into her mouth until she nearly gagged. "You're a slut, aren't you?" I
asked. She shook her head vigorously, denying my accusation. But I could see
desire mingled with the fear in her eyes. I grasped her hair and tugged her
head back. "Tell me what a slut you are," I ordered.

"I'm a slut," she whispered, her eyes closing. A tear trickled down and I bent
to lick it.

"Yes, you definitely are," I agreed. I undressed then, piling my clothes neatly
on the chair beside her bed. It would not do to accidentally leave something
behind. I laid on top of her and slid my naked body against hers.

"Mmm," I moaned as I felt the points of her breasts press against me, the
wetness between her thighs anointing my skin. "You're so sexy," I murmured. I
kissed her gently as I fondled her pussy lips. Soon she kissed me back, opening
her mouth to receive my tongue. I ran my fingers through her lustrous hair,
inhaling its sweet scent and delighting in its silkiness. She started to melt
against me, and I decided it was time to reintroduce some of her earlier fear.
I stood up, comfortable with my nudity, and removed a whip from my bag.
Although I longed to hear her scream, I feared the consequences and felt I had
no choice but to gag her. I stuffed my underwear deep into her mouth. Her
luminous eyes were once again touched with apprehension.

I placed a hand between my legs and stroked myself as I heaved the whip across
her bare breasts. Its leather strips left red lines on her alabaster skin, and
she made muffled sounds against the gag. I whipped her breasts until the flesh
glowed red in the moonlight cascading through the bedroom window. Her nipples
hardened to two little points, and I grinned sadistically as I lashed at them
with my whip. I trailed it lightly down her thighs and between her legs and
raised my arm to deliver a sharp blow against her clitoris. Then I struck her
fleshy thighs and watched them quiver as the nerves became inflamed. I shoved
the thick handle of the whip between her spread legs, pushing it roughly into
her pink hole as she whimpered. I slid it ruthlessly in and out of her, until
it was covered with a creamy moistness. "What a nice fuck toy you are," I said.
I adhered clamps to her throbbing nipples. They were adjustable and I tightened
them severely, until her nubs were nearly flattened and tears sprang to her
eyes.

I removed the panties from her mouth and rubbed them against me. Then I held
them to her lips. "Taste them," I said, and she licked hesitantly at the damp
cloth. "I have something else for you to taste," I said and positioned my ass
above her mouth. "Lick it," I commanded, stimulated at the thought of defiling
her innocent mouth. She gingerly touched my opening with her tongue, and I
grabbed her head and shoved her face firmly against me. I purred as she
caressed me with her warm tongue. "Tongue-fuck it," I said. She entered me with
her tongue and slid it like a small cock into my cavity.

I adjusted my position and thrust against her mouth, moaning as her tongue
stroked my genitals. "Suck me," I murmured. "I love whores like you," I said.
"You act so shy and sweet, but inside you're just another whore." I wiggled
against her mouth.

She was still licking me, but softly, and I reached back to yank the chain on
her darkening nipples. She cried out. "Lick my cunt hard!" I said. "Suck my
clit!" I made her suck it for several minutes, until I felt an orgasm begin to
well within me. I had imagined assaulting her face with my pussy since I first
saw those full rosy lips. I closed my eyes and came, my juice spilling into her
open mouth. "You're such a good whore," I panted. When the waves began to
subside, I removed myself from her face. "Now I have something to give you," I
said, smiling. I fastened a strap-on about my waist and climbed onto her,
thrusting its thick shaft into her wet hole.

"Ohhh," she gasped as I pounded her.

"Tell me how much you want it," I ordered. "Beg me to fuck you because you know
you need it."

"Fuck me please," she said softly. "I need your big cock." Her eyes were closed
and I slapped her cheek gently.

"Look at me," I instructed. She opened her eyes and locked them with mine. Her
eyes reflected her confusion at the mixture of fear and excitement she was
experiencing. My breasts pressed against hers, her clamped nipples scraping
insistently against mine. I reached beneath her ass and dug my fingers into her
abundant flesh. I pushed her pelvis against me and continued to thrust, my
throbbing clit abrading her own. "Don't you dare cum," I said. She started to
cry.

"Please, oh please. I can't help it, I'm going to cum," she exclaimed. I
immediately stopped, withdrawing from her aching cunt.

"I'm not finished with you," I said, untying her. "Get on your hands and
knees," I demanded. "And remember, I still have a knife; no fast moves." She
quietly turned over onto her hands and knees. I looped a chain around her neck
and padlocked it to her headboard. I glimpsed a stereo on her dresser and
turned it on. I adjusted the volume to a level that was loud but not loud
enough for the neighbors to object. She waited for me silently, on all fours. I
positioned myself behind her and without warning, pushed my dildo, lubricated
only with her sweet nectar, into her tight anus. She started to scream and I
grabbed her hair. "Scream away, bitch!" I derided. "Nobody is going to hear
you." She sobbed as I raped her small puckered hole, but soon I noticed that
she was meeting each thrust with her own rocking motion, driving me deeper
inside her. I smiled and tightened my hold on her hair, which I held like
reins. "That's right, give me that ass," I said and pushed the phallus into her
to its hilt, wishing that it was my cock and that I could feel her constricting
around it.

"Oh yes," she started to moan. "Yes please, I need it."

"You need it because you're a whore, isn't that right?" She nodded shamefully.
I reached under her and squeezed one of her tremendous breasts as it dangled
beneath her. I had never seen such large breasts before, and watching them
jiggle and bounce sent electric thrills throughout my body. She was so
feminine, and her body was like a ripe piece of fruit, succulent and sweet.
Tiring, I stopped pumping her ass and decided to paddle it instead. She sighed
contentedly as I stroked her skin with the furry side and then gasped as I
struck her with the leather one.

I paddled her furiously, taking out my anger and frustration. There were so
many women I had wanted to love, who would not even consider me because I was a
woman too. The ones that did give themselves to me usually treated me
secondarily to the men they craved. What could a man give them that I could
not? Why did they feel this need to search further? Still, I was not a lesbian,
and I enjoyed a thick cock as much as any heterosexual woman; that much I could
understand. But I wanted to share this enjoyment with my girlfriends, something
lesbian women did not want. This started a vicious cycle of relationships with
bisexual women, who would sleep with me and then abandon me for a prospective
male partner. I longed for the perfect woman, who would belong to me and love
me, and allow me to give her to whomever I chose while her heart remained with
me.

I started to cry, as I sometimes did during these nighttime escapades, my anger
slowly abating. I looked down at her red cheeks and thighs and heard her
sobbing, her face pressed against her shoulder. I could not erase what I had
done to her; she would always remember me. But I hoped it would be with a small
amount of pleasure. I unfastened her neck chain. "Lie down," I said quietly and
she turned onto her back, grimacing as her tender rear pressed against the
sheets. I roughly pulled her legs apart, knelt, and buried my face between her
thighs. I was surprised to find her so wet. I found her clit with my tongue and
massaged it in small circles. She moved against me, her hips lifting off the
bed. I slid two fingers into her pussy and wiggled them furiously as I tongued
her. I felt her body stiffen and knew she was nearing orgasm. Her limbs shook
as a climax engulfed her. I tasted the flood of liquid that gushed from her
vagina and I lapped it eagerly, savoring its delicate feminine taste. Her hands
found their way into my hair and she clutched it tightly as she moaned. As her
murmurs subsided, I released her now purplish nipples from the steel jaws that
clenched them and rubbed them softly.

After I dressed, I decided to take a souvenir. With my knife, I cut a lock from
her glorious mane, which I placed carefully in my bag. She watched me silently.
I gazed at her beautiful naked body, a light sheen of perspiration on her skin.
"You know," I said. "That nobody will believe you." She nodded.

"I know." She replied. "Will you be back?" she asked timidly.

I smirked at her. "I knew you were a slut," I said. She blushed and looked
down.

"Maybe, maybe not." I answered. "You'll just have to wait and see." Grabbing my
bag, I slipped out the window into the dark night, disappearing like a cat into
the shadows. I had a last glimpse of her pale face watching me through the open
window, tears sliding down her cheeks.

I did not know whether I would ever visit her again; something had happened
that I had not felt before with the others. I experienced warmth and compassion
for her, my victim. And perhaps even affection. Though I had tried to take her,
she had ended up giving herself to me. The thought deflated me somewhat, and I
determined that if there was a next time, it would be different. She would not
conquer me again.