Make. That. Bitch. PAY!

Nadia stole your heart and made you suffer for it. Now, it's your turn to be the harbinger of pain.

Before she can react, you've crossed the room to stand behind her. Nadia shrieks in surprise at your sudden entrance, eyes widening in surprise and fear. It quickly turns to terror as she starts to stand and is rewarded by your hand roughly pushing her back down. She gasps as her chest and face hit the top of her vanity, scattering various makeup paraphernalia to the floor. Her supple breasts are **** up, pushing partially out the top of her low cut dress.

Holding her down with one hand between her shoulder blades, you smile maliciously at her reflection, meeting her eyes. She whimpers, watching you in the mirror as you take a moment to rake her body with leering, hungry eyes. You savor the bulge of her breasts, straining against the taught fabric and firm wood. The curves of her waist and hips are begging to be ravaged, and that ass... Oh that sweet, firm ass... Your bulge was straining against fabric, as well...

You reach forward with your other hand to gently feel your way down her shoulders and sides. Pausing to grip and stroke her pelvis hungrily, you reach underneath her to feel her tight stomach, clenched in fearful anticipation. Reaching further, you grasp the blue fabric of her dress, pulling it up to gain access to what lay beneath.

Nadia's sheer, lace underwear lasted only a second as you yanked hard, ripping the fabric that cling to her hips like a second skin. Tossing it aside, you look back into her eyes as you slowly draw the back of her dress up over her legs. Her eyes, still wide with fear, betray a hint of lust, as well. You grin as you raise a hand over your head.

“Please, John! I'm sorry I-”

SLAP! Nadia's shriek cut off her words as you left a bright pink hand print on her right butt cheek.

SLAP! Another shriek and another blushing hand print on the other side. Her hands gripped the edge of the vanity, digging her fingernails in as though she could lessen her pain by damaging the wood.

SLAP! SLAP! Both cheeks are blossoming crimson under her deep tan. You can see tears welling between her lids, clenched against the pain. A few more spanks and you stop, gently stroking her sensitive ass, tickling the marks left by your hand. Nadia gasps at the sudden change in your touch, and the over stimulation of your teasing fingertips. You remove the hand holding her face to the vanity, but she doesn't move. Apparently, she'd already figured out that she wasn't to go anywhere until she was told.

As you watch her panting face in the mirror, you spot some of the moisturizing creams that haven't fallen, yet. Smiling in sudden inspiration, you reach up and squirt an ample amount of lotion into your hand, freeing your button and zipper with your other. Letting your pants fall, you coat your thick, hard cock with the lotion, starting at the throbbing head.

Nadia begins to stir and relax, not feeling your hands on her. SLAP!

“I don't recall telling you to move, or open your eyes,” you say, grabbing a solid handful of ass with your lingering hand.

“I'm sorry, John, I didn't mean to-” SLAP!

“I don't recall telling you to speak, either,” you say, taking pleasure in the tears, now slowly dripping down her face.

Moving your hand from her the curve of her ass down to her hips, you take a firm grip on her pelvis. With your other hand, you guide your slick, white-streaked member to the puckering, flexing star of her ass. As soon as you brush her entrance, her eyes fly open.

“John, wait, I- AAAAAAAAHHH!” You're sunk halfway into her ass before she can finish her protest. Her eyes widened with panic and pain as she feels the **** expansion within her. She unconsciously pulls away, trying to escape the painful invasion, but you now have both hands gripping her hips. Desperately, she reaches back with her hands, her fingertips just brushing your legs as she tries to push you off.

“AAAAHH! JOHN! PLEASE!” she screamed, tears flowing freely as she struggled uselessly. Another scream pierced the air, loud enough your mother must have heard it back at your house, as you push further into Nadia. Her ass is incredibly tight and flexing wildly on your cock as you continue to slowly impale her, one thrust at a time.

With a final thrust, pulling hard on her frame, you bury yourself to the hilt, forcing her cheeks apart with your hips. Screaming and writhing, Nadia slaps feebly at you legs, trying to push you back. You keep you cock sunk at its maximum depth, watching her face with cold satisfaction. After a few moments, she stops struggling, relegated to sobbing on her vanity, hands covering her face.

“Look at me!” you shout, slapping her butt cheek, again. She looks up at your reflection in the mirror, her brow stitched in pain and fear. Keeping your eyes locked on hers, you slowly pull out until only your head is still within her. Relishing the look on her face, you slowly, but firmly push back in. She quickly shut her eyes against the pain, again, earning another spank.

Understanding what you want, she maintains her eye contact with you as you slowly pull your length out and push it fully back in, again. As you begin to speed up, you notice she's started to thrust back against you. Her eyes, still red with tears, have lost most of the fear and pain, replaced by wonder and... hunger...

“You're really liking this, aren't you, Nadia?” you say. “So you're not just a slut, but an anal slut? You probably had half the boys in high school fuck you here, already, haven't you?” She shook her head, as best she could.

“No, John. I've never done this-” her voice caught as she winced in mixed pain and pleasure. “I've never done this before.” She was starting to gasp and moan with each thrust, her voice raising in pitch and volume. Her ass sucked hungrily at your cock, now, clenching with Nadia's pleasure.

Soon, you were fucking Nadia like a piston, slamming her forward against the vanity with each thrust. You can feel your orgasm building, the heat in your gut rising with the heat you can feel in hers. Suddenly, she screams and clamps down on your cock. You cling to her hips, barely hanging on as she arches her back and humps you frantically. A wave of juices flowed from her slick pussy lips to cover both your legs and hers.

Just as Nadia's orgasm seems to be coming to an end, her legs quivering, uncontrollably, you feel yours slam forward. Shouting your climax at the ceiling, you nearly pick her up off the floor as you yank her backward onto your throbbing cock, pounding her with wild abandon. You can feel the hot loads of semen shooting deep into Nadia with each thrust. Nadia shrieks again, feeling the heat spreading within her belly.

After a few moments, you realize you're both collapsed on the vanity, gasping for breath. Nadia's smaller frame is crushed beneath you and your softening dick is still buried in her ass. Slowly, you pull free, letting your seed spill down her legs as she collapses to her knees. You barely manage to stay upright, yourself.

“Alright, bitch, time for your oral inspection,” you say with a grin, brandishing your cock at her face as she turns towards you dazedly. She blinks at your cock for a second, then looks up at you pleadingly.

“But that was just in my butt,” she says. “Can we wash it first?”

“I'm telling you to wash it right now,” you say, placing your hands on your hips and thrusting them towards her. “Get to it.”

Grimacing in disgust, Nadia tentatively picks up your flagging member with two fingers. Taking a deep breath and sighing it back out, she stuck the whole thing in her mouth at once. She sucked dutifully, stroking up and down the soft shaft with her lips, placing her hand on your thighs to steady herself. Her ministrations were good enough that she was soon gagging as your cock swelled back to readiness.

Nadia was incredibly skilled with her mouth, and you were soon climbing back towards orgasm. She lashed her tongue around your cock, stroking up and down with her lips, as well as one of her hands. As your cum started to boil towards your tip, again, you grabbed her head and roughly fucked her mouth. She put her hands on your legs, again, but didn't fight as you gagged her with your tip repeatedly.

Groaning loudly, you came, still humping her face, spraying your cum equally down her throat and into her mouth. It leaked out around your shaft, mixing with the saliva on her face as you moved. Feeling your orgasm dying down, you pull out in time to shoot a couple strings of seed across her face and chest.

Sighing in satisfaction, you walk over to her bed and lay down, sprawling across it and gazing up at her ceiling. She stood and walked over to you, her face, hair, and dress and streaked mess of sweat, tears, and cum.

“All the pain you just caused me is nothing next to what I did to you, John,” she said, sitting on the edge of her bed and gazing down at you, her eyes heavy with sorrow. “I'm sorry for what happened. I truly am. Now that you've had some ****, I hope you can find it in you to forgive me.”

“****?” you ask, wryly. “I was just performing a surprise inspection.” You laugh. “Were you surprised?”

“I sure was!” she said, laughing.

“Go grab my clipboard so I can score you,” you say, pointing across the room to where you'd dropped it.

As she walks obediently over to get it, you contemplate. How should you score Nadia? You could use this opportunity to make sure nobody will ever touch her again with low scores. You could be honest – after all, she had just suffered quite a bit for her previous actions. Or maybe you could make sure she will still be around for you with a case of Made-upism. That could evolve into anything you could want from her body...

You finally decide to score her...