A deflowering

Vanessa almost didn't open the door. She should have dressed in what she had dropped downstairs, grabbed the spare car keys from her home office, and made a run for it. Dealt with the consequences later, however awful and severe. She truly almost stopped herself, even then, but her course was already set, laid out by the soft petals at her feet. Her hand did its work, and turned the elegant brass handle to her bedroom.

Brand stood near the bed, dressed in a white undershirt and the same boxer-briefs she had ripped open earlier, in her savage effort to get at his white dick. Or rather, she recalled, his testicles. The trail of broken petals led to his feet, and in one hand he held a single, whole red rose. On the corner of the bed beside him were a dozen... no, maybe two dozen... long, thorny green stems of the roses that had been massacred for his little show.

"Come here, cunt."

Vanessa's back straightened. The casual, offhand way he talked down to her... she winced at Brand's crude command. She blinked, and breathed, and felt light-headed, more than the single glass of wine she had consumed could justify. It - this was surreal... it was a dream. When she opened her eyes he wouldn't be there. She tried that, and he was, and the dream continued.

She floated forward. She stood in front of Brand.

Something soft and tender brushed over Vanessa's vulva. The head of the red rose. She spread her legs, just slightly, but it was gone... trailing up her still, shapely brown stomach, over her breasts, along her clavical and tickling her neck... and then over her chin, along her jaw, back again past her cheek and finally brushing against her lips. Brand turned the rose sideways, carefully lining its stem up so that its thorns wouldn't touch her face or mouth.

Vanessa shook her head 'No'.

"Yes," Brand hissed, and insistently pushed the horizontal stem at her plump, dark lips. When she didn't open he began dragging it sideways. Vanessa could feel a hard thorn begin to touch her bottom lip, to pull on and scrape against a tiny crease in it, pulling and warping her flesh to the side... she opened up. Brand again lined up the stem, and gently placed the rose in between her lips. Vanessa closed her mouth, locking it in place.

Brand looked deep into Vanessa's eyes. He brushed her face with the back of his fingertips... by her eye... the puffy, blackened one. The one he had hit. Her brow ached. "It's time for you to become a woman, little girl." His voice was hushed. Serious.

Vanessa's eyes were wide. He was so much bigger than her. When Brand said... the forty year old woman felt like a little girl. She felt scared, and so out of her depth that one slip, one moment that she stopped treading the abyss she was floating over, and she might be lost forever.

Her big eyes followed Brand's hand down. He reached, grabbed a handful of the thorny green rose stems. Their thorns had been shaved by their bases. He picked them up, and brushed them over Vanessa's arm. Lightly... so lightly... Her fear grew. He lifted, and tapped her shoulder, causing a few thorns to prick her. It wasn't nearly enough to break skin, but she flinched. The feeling in her chest threatened to turn into outright terror. With his strength, with her nudity, he could flay her dark skin with the simple, barbed plant stalks.

"You'll call me 'Daddy' now." Brand's command was soft. Brand ran the device over Vanessa's bruised breasts.

Vanessa looked Brand in the eyes. She hesitated, until he raised his thorny bundle for a blow, a cold look in his eyes.

"Y-Yeph, 'a'ee." Shamefully, in her state Vanessa tried her best to get the words out through the rose in her teeth. She really did. She feared she didn't do well enough, or do so quickly enough. She tried to steel herself for the blow to come. Brand's hand flicked forward, and a little scream almost made her drop her rose.

Brand hit her with the bunch of stalks, but it was only a light rap. Vanessa shuddered at the sudden release of fear.

Brand's free hand rose. Open palmed, he covered Vanessa's face with his hand, gripped her face hard, painfully squishing her cheeks, and turned her so her back was towards the edge of the bed. He pushed her head roughly, letting go so she fell backwards.

"Lift up your legs. Hold your knees." Brand was running thorns over Vanessa's poor breasts. She didn't hesitate to point her knees toward her shoulders and hold them fast from their insides.

Brand ran his makeshift whip over Vanessa's upraised shins. He slipped the thorny mass in between her thighs, and its prickling lightly prodded her to -

"Spread your legs."

Whimpering, Vanessa complied. Her toned legs butterflied wide, and when they stretched her vagina opened with a tiny wet sound. Her swollen labia pouted, completely **** to any amount of **** Brand might choose to inflict. Her breathing came fast.

Her brutish white tormentor set the thorny mass he held down by her shoulder, still easily within reach. Even with its proximity, some of the tension drained from Vanessa's muscles.

He was hard. Vanessa stared at what was coming, the thing that was about to be inside her. He poked at Vanessa's opening, and with strong hands repositioned her butt. He leaned over her, propping himself up with straight, thick arms. He stroked Vanessa's hair with one hand, almost tenderly. He looked into her eyes.

"Are you ready?"

Vanessa flushed. She bit the rose in her teeth slightly, and sucked back some of the saliva pooling in her gagged mouth so that she could answer...

"... Yeph, 'a'ee," Vanessa was so quiet. Quiet because she meant it. She didn't want anyone else to hear, she didn't want Brand to hear, but down below she was... hungry.

Brand shifted his hips forward, and slipped inside her easily. One long, slow, steady push going... going... and in a moment more Vanessa felt his body against her, his penis was buried to the hilt in her black snatch. Fully inserted, he grabbed her hips, and kept pressing, pressed his hard pelvis into her clit... his cockhead in until it squished her insides. Vanessa's eyes rolled back in their sockets. She clutched and grasped the sheets under her.

"You just came, didn't you?"

Vanessa shook her head 'no', mumbled a muffled negative. She was close! It was right there, she could feel it building. One little movement... She refused to fuck Brand back, even squirming and grasping she imagined herself as better than that, but god one more thrust... Please...! Her eyes desperately refocused, and with a furrowed brow silently pleaded for her abuser to push her over the edge, to push into her again.

"Look at that face. You're such a slut Vanessa."

Brand withdrew, "A whore. You're doing this for money. On your back. Selling yourself."

Just stick it back in for fuck's sake! Treat her like a whore then!

"Turn over. Ass in the air. Offer yourself like a good black whore."

The forty one year old businesswoman was literally crying tears of frustration. She was on her knees and elbows in an instant, head down, ass up. She promised herself she would fuck Brand back this time, she would take what she needed from him if he wouldn't give it to her.

She waggled her butt and spread herself with her hand, shamelessly proffering her goods. Brand chuckled behind her. Later she would look back in agonizing shame, but at that moment Vanessa didn't care, not a bit. She shook her big, firm black butt for him. He stroked it, caressed it... with a fistful of thorns.

He hit her ass, hard.

Vanessa screamed. Brand penetrated her. She started kicking her heels, but not at Brand... not to dislodge him. She wanted him in her, just as she wanted him a thousand miles away. He fucked her from behind, wildly, penetrating her deep and hard. Vanessa felt her vagina spasm and clench tight in fear. His penetration hurt her insides... And it felt so fucking good.

She came, screaming, and her orgasm didn't want to stop.

Fire lanced across her back. Vanessa screamed louder, and bit through the stem of her rose. It only held together by a few tough fibers, either end hanging down from the corners of her mouth. She fucked Brand back, returning what he was giving her, even as she shrieked in pained terror through her clenched teeth.

Brand exited her vagina, and Vanessa had a moment to pant out her orgasmic relief before he pressed the head of his cock against her unconquered asshole.

Vanessa spat out the remains of her rose, along with a good amount of drool. "N-no..." She protested weakly.

Brand pressed in. Vanessa tried to crawl away, but a light, thorny slap to her back froze her in place, just long enough for Brand to **** his cockhead past her clenched sphincter.

"Relax. I'll damage your butthole if you don't." Brand's order - relax! Hah! Vanessa actually did let out a bitter little laugh... But the command, disturbingly, had some beneficial effect. Vanessa stopped struggling anyway, and took in deep, hard breaths. She tried to remember her lamaze classes, the breathing at least. Her cheeks puffed out madly, she consciously relaxed her backside. Brand went in further, into her rectum with nothing but her considerable arousal for lubrication. It stretched... It hurt like crazy. It was like her insides were on fire...

Something on her back. Vanessa flinched, and whimpered in brief pain as her ass clenched around Brand's cock again... and in anticipation of more pain from a whipping. But it wasnt the thorns. Brand's strong fingers lightly trailed her spine, working their way down toward her asscrack. Vanessa felt absurdly grateful that he wasn't whipping her back. She relaxed further. Brand began entering... exiting her tight little ring. Slow, smooth, short pumps.

Vanessa groaned. She was settling. Her pussy was still glowing. Even through the compromising pain it was there, as she rocked her hips back and forth, surrendering to her anal intrusion. Which only brought on a new kind of pain - the pain of shame that had chased her all day.

"You like that, don't you?"

Vanessa gritted her teeth. Brand picked up his pace a little, and the black woman clenched her sheets, stretching them apart between her hands, trying to vent her pain and her frustration on the soft fabric beneath her.

"I asked you a question." Brand slapped her ass. Right where her skin had been abraded by his whipping. Vanessa yelped.

"It hurts." The dignified colored woman whispered. Brand caressed her ass. He slowly continued her butt pumping. He flicked her scratched, slapped rump, warning her. Vanessa buried her face. "It hurts... Daddy." She somehow, irrationally, hoped Brand wouldn't hear her pathetic answer to his cock fucking her up her backside, even as she said the words to appease him.

"Turn back over. Let me see what your face looks like with a dick up your asshole."

Brand helped her spin, his strong arms took the weight off her lower body. His rigid member slipped a bit, but never completely left her aching ring.

"'Atta girl." Brand lifted her knees up, like before. He spread her sopping, musky pussy hole with his thumbs."Touch it, slut."

Vanessa stopped a compulsory 'Yes, Daddy' from leaving her lips, but did as she was told. She touched it... her secret place, right in front of the white man **** her ass. She looked to the side, closed her dark eyelids, and began circling her clit.

Brand lifted her hips, and went deeper inside her guts. He sped up, and Vanessa rubbed herself harder. Something wet hit her face. She knew what it was. Brand spit on her face again, and Vanessa whimpered, and flinched. She didn't stop her finger. It went faster.

"Tell me you like it, whore."

Vanessa hated herself. "I like it." Her insides were on fire. Her pussy felt a different fire.

"You'll cum. Cum for me. Look at me and say it." Brand stroked her thighs. Vanessa opened hers, and turned her face towards him, but averted her eyes from his. Her body shook each time he took himself fully inside her. She rubbed her unhooded clit hard. Refusing to meet his gaze was all she had.

"I'll - " Brand spat in her open face. Please... Vanessa felt her face screw up in pain, emotional even more than physical. Please no more... "I'll cum, Sir. I'll cum for you." Just no more.

Vanessa showed she was serious. She convinced herself she was serious. She gasped for Brand, and rubbed her slick, hairy pussy for him, and let go. Something inside her unknotted. The pain and discomfort of her unnatural penetration was still ****, but...

Vanessa hiked her legs up high. Her feet dangled in the air, while she flexed her stomach to better present her ass. She looked into Brand's eyes, and licked her lips, pressing them together. He spat on her face again, but she just looked on, deep into his gray eyes, at that moment no longer minding. She moaned for Brand, and put two fingers in her pussy.

Brand used Vanessa's ass for his own velvety flesh tube. There was nothing gentle left. He was close, she could feel it. So was she.

Her beautiful face marred and streaked with spit and sweat and tears, Vanessa looked up at the man having sex with her brown ass. She could end this. End this night. "Cum for me, sir." She could finish Brand, and herself.

"I'm so close, Daddy. Cum in my butthole."

Vanessa gasped. She began lightly slapping her sensitive clit, rubbing it, alternating. She wasn't lying. She was close. She was ready to explode.

"You like hurting me? Make by butthole hurt. I'll take it." Vanessa gave Brand, gave her cunt, all she had left.

She moaned loudly. Brand's body slapped into her ass over and over. It hurt so... But Vanessa took it, just like she promised. She took it and she fingered herself and fucked herself. She looked up at Brand, and felt it - felt him draining shot after shot of cum up her ass. She screamed like she loved it. She came like she loved it, a furious, long orgasm that left her panting, and lasted long after Brand was done.

She was left a panting, cummed-out wreck.

Brand pulled out, and slapped her ass.

"This is just the beginning, slut. I'm glad you liked it."

Vanessa didn't have a response. It had been simultaneously the best, and most horrific, sex that Vanessa had ever experienced. By far, to either ****. It had been so good that at the time her pussy, and dear god even her ass wanted more, wanted to fuck and to feel that, that feeling of being penetrated and ravaged over... and over. It was so awful that she felt sick to her stomach, felt drained, felt achy - like a hangover or withdrawal. Her back and breasts and ass and face were raw from her beatings that day, her throat was raw from her earlier throatfucking and her screams. The interiors of her ass, throat and vagina were raw and tight... feebly tight as if to keep out any more intrusions. She felt ****, in her mind and in her body... on the surface of her body and deep within. **** emotionally and spiritually... **** and **** and sickened and exhausted...

Every encounter she had before paled in comparison, like she had been a virgin before. Still sucking in air, she turned away from Brand and let her head sink into her pillow. Its plushness absorbed her sweat... her confusion... her sleepiness.

She was tired, so tired, and was slowly coming down from the natural **** that had been coursing through her veins and brain all afternoon and evening...

Vanessa's mind shut off. It had to. It was a survivor, and dwelling more on what happened... She drifted away, falling asleep in her bed...

With Brand beside her... His naked body heat making her warm... his hand stroking her hair, and her shoulder... and her hip...

Vanessa slept, exhausted, in her bed, with her ****.