Hit that ass!

He grabbed her and rolled her onto her stomach, flipped up her dress and took her from behind. "wha--NOOOOOOOO!!! NOT LIKE THAT!!!!! NO PLEASEEEE ANYTHING ELSE!!"

He found a weakness, a smile crept onto his face," yeah you bitch, you don't like this? huh? you fucking slut!" He pounded her and came in her again, he let her roll back onto her back.

After a few minutes of letting her lay there while he got a drink of water, he came back to her room, and Melissa was still lying on her bed drunk, exhausted, sweaty and sore. He could tell she was in no condition to fight off whatever he wanted to do with her.

That was a good thing... because all sorts of evil ideas were coming to him.

What sort of ideas does he have?