Natalie still needs to be punished: ravage her asshole

You consider moving on. After all, there are plenty more sluts in Misogyny Heaven to ruin. But her sniveling, her apologizing, it’s not enough. Not by half. You want to see just how far you can break her, how deep you can fuck her into submission.

Your little sister, the holier-than-thou feminist, needs to know she doesn’t even rate as a person anymore. Just a convenience, a spent tissue for whatever you feel like doing next.

You squat next to her, two fingers under her chin, raising her ruined face to yours. Her lower lip trembles. Her mascara has pooled and dried in whorish rivers. She looks up at you with something like gratitude and something like terror. It’s intoxicating.

You drag her up by her hair and fold her over the edge of the luxury bed, her hands slipping and fumbling for purchase, her ass sticking out in the air, already streaked with your seed from before. You spit on your hand, slick yourself up, and slap her ass. The sound rings out satisfyingly, so satisfying that you do it again, enjoying the way her ass turns a bright red.

"No, please… I can’t…" she starts, but you shush her with a fistful of her hair.

"Shut up, Nat. You’re going to take it like a good little object. Because that’s what you are.”

She collapses, defeated, and you position yourself at her asshole. It is so tight you can barely push the tip in, and you savor every millimeter as she squirms and squeals. The resistance is exquisite, the way her body’s instinct fights against you, and her mind has no say at all.

You **** yourself inside, feeling the tight ring tear a little, and Natalie lets out a wet, delicious scream. You keep going, keeping your hand in her hair and your other pinning her down, until you are balls deep inside her asshole.

It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.

You pound her, relentless, the bed groaning under you. She claws at the bedspread, soaking it with tears and drool and snot, her body convulsing with every jackhammer thrust. She tries to crawl away, but you just yank her back, impaling her anew, and her wail is music to your ears.

At some point, you realize you’re not even talking to her anymore. You’re talking to yourself, to the years of rage and jealousy and secret lust, all boiling out at once.

"This is all you’re good for," you say, over and over, punctuating each thrust. "This is what you were born for. To be ruined. To take it up the ass and like it."

She’s so tight you feel like you might break in half. You slow down, just a little, savoring the way her asshole clamps and spasms around you, resisting you.

“You were always so full of yourself,” you sneer. “You always thought you were above me. Guess you’re not so special after all!”

She gurgles something, **** on spit and snot. You just laugh at her torment. You reach around and grab her throat, squeezing until her struggles go weak and high-pitched.

Her body shakes and shudders, her ass clenching around you, milking you, and it’s so fucking good you can’t help yourself. You go faster, harder, punishing her, breaking her down to nothing but an object for your pleasure.

She starts to spasm and buck, her voice breaking into a wail. You know she’s close to blacking out. You let go of her throat at the last second and slam yourself as deep as you can go, your balls smashing against her ruined, red ass, until the tightness and heat and pressure make you explode deep inside her, painting her ruined insides with everything you have left.

You stay buried inside her, shuddering, grinding your hips until you’re spent.

You pull out and collapse on top of her, watching as your cum oozes out of her ruined asshole, streaking down her thighs.

Natalie doesn’t move. She just lies there, face pressed into the bedspread, sobbing softly, body trembling in the aftershocks across her whole body.

Her pretty little hole is gaping, sucking air, leaking thick globs of your semen.

The visual is perfect: the feminist crusader, reduced to a sobbing plaything. You can’t help it: the sight gets you hard again almost instantly.

The question is, is your sister still worth playing with?