Only some truth and degradation

You pump yourself dry in her tight wet hole, savouring her whimpering moans and glares of hatred. The sense of conquest and abuse of this emotionally damaged blonde bitch is intensely powerful, and you stare down at her in cruel triumph until she turns her face to one side with a soft sob of defeat. Her legs are still wrapped around you, her ankles locked behind your ass as she quivers with the aftershocks of her orgasms.

"You can't get enough of it can you?" you sneer at her. "You'll keep coming back again and again until I'm sick of you. You're a filthy little rape junkie, aren't you Tamara? You can't get off unless you're forced."

"No..." she sobs pathetically. "No...I hate it...I hate you for doing it...oh God I hate it so much!"

"You hate it so much you came here to wait for it," you laugh cruelly, pulling her legs apart and climbing off of her supine body. Your cream oozes out of her battered cunt and she looks utterly raped and delicious. You pull out your phone and take a few pictures, loving the look of despair on her face as much as the display of her body.

"Why are you doing this?" she whimpers. "Why?"

"Because I can. Because you're prey. Because more than anything you want to be taken and forced and abused. Because you're a fucked up little bitch and you deserve no better," you say coldly, relishing her abject misery. "Now get your ass out of here and don't come back until you need it again, or until Friday with the cash you owe. Maybe I'll rape you then, I know you'll be ripe and ready for it if you manage to hold out all week."

Sobbing, she rolls off the couch, and climbs to her feet on unsteady legs, looking at you with despondent hate as she straightens her clothing as best she can before leaving, casting you a final look of despair as she closes the door.