Perfectly fair democracy

Tiffany was silently sobbing, Jimmy’s knee against her chest a powerful motivator to hold her tongue. Jimmy was lost in thought and Tiffany saw no reason to bring his attention back to her.

“Yup, that’s what I’ll do” he said nodding

“What?” Tiffany asked in confusion at his pronouncement to thin air

“Oh, I was deciding of I wanted to fuck your slutty cunt or, your recently deflowered ass again.” He said in the casual tone of someone deciding their fast food order.

Tiffany was tired, she had been through so much today and wanted more then anything to just sleep, cumming would be nice too, but if she had to pick, she wanted sleep.

Her asshole burned from her recent ****, the load of cum still slimy inside her, but even that was nothing to the sharp pain in her head, almost every time Jimmy told her anything it got worse.

The sobs came back harder as she felt her hand return to her wet aching pussy, her instructions had been to continue doing so after all.

Jimmy turned his body to look at what she was doing before laughing.

With a menacing glint in his eye Jimmy smiled at his step whores face.

“They did a study recently, focused on stupid sluts who kill their own mothers.” Jimmy said as Tiffany winced, instinctively knowing she wouldn’t like what he was going to tell her.

“It turns out,” he continued “that the guilt causes a mental block that makes it impossible for them to cum without the permission of someone else that was wronged by the ****” Tiffany put it together quite fast. Without Jimmy’s permission, she couldn’t cum, ever!

The pain and arousal were causing brain fog making it hard for her to string thoughts together, he wasn’t aware she was even speaking until it was halfway out of her mouth.

“Please fuck my slutty cunt” she whimpered, the thought of yet more anal **** just about the worst way she could think of the day continuing.

“You vote for pussy and I vote for ass, lets see how much you’re keeping up with this, what will I be doing?” Jimmy asked with that menacing glint bright as ever.

Tiffany let out a long groan, she had no say in this, on the surface it was a split vote, but her vote didn’t count. “You’re going to **** my ass again” she said, emotionless with a thousand yard stare

“I don’t think you should be so sad about this, im going to fuck your pussy LOTS of times, I see you as a breathing sex toy now after all, im going to do all kinds of things to every part of you” his tone almost fatherly, comforting.

It took on a sharper edge when he added “I do take great exception to your word choice though.” Tiffany looked confused as Jimmy explained “I have never, and can never **** you, you stupid cunt. **** is the overturning of another persons sexual liberty against their wishes. They say no, I do it anyway, its ****. You don’t have any sexual liberties, those belong to me. Do you really think I didnt give myself permission to ass fuck you?”

Jimmy, despite the facade of anger he was putting on was in complete control, choosing his words to make certain ideas implant well others were just degrading.

The anger in her chest died immediately.

She was being such a stupid bitch, being angry about Jimmy **** her was one of the stupidest things she had ever done, and that was an impressive list, she was coming to realize.

He couldn’t **** her, it was like a typewriter getting mad someone pressed a key. Its what it was for.

Jimmy ordered her around a little and she numbly complied, she hated every minute of this, but it wasn’t aimed at Jimmy anymore, it was anger at the nature of existence. Why take it out on him?

Jimmy got her on her knees, one hand on her burning pussy, the other trying to hold her wobbling in doggy position.

As he positioned himself behind her he slid his cockhead between the slippery wet folds of her pussy, he wasn’t lying earlier, he would definitely make liberal use of it, but for now, her asshole was entirely his.

Pulling her generous asscheeks apart he saw the damage he had done earlier. Dried blood and cum stained the inside of both cheeks, the hole itself looking red and inflamed.

Knowing it was probably against her best medical interests, he thrust hard.

There was much less resistance this time, but the heat was on another level. The noises coming from her mouth delightful but, being in the backyard, Jimmy decided it would be best if she shut the fuck up.

He grabbed a hand full of her hair as he started to find his thrusting rhythm. Still giving it a fair bit of power but not the same ungodly hatefucking as before.

He pulled her hair hard enough to arch her back and hissed into her ear “If anyone hears you and comes to investigate, they get to assfuck you too, 10,000 men live on the other side of that fence” the lie was outrageous, 10,000 people obviously didn’t live on the other side of the fence.

Tiffany was mind meltingly horrified at the thought of being assfucked 10,000 times by all the men that lived right there on the other side of the fence, when did the Millers move out? Was Mr Miller one of the men?

Her voice was trying to come out in so many ways

Moans from her fingers on her clit, the new orgasm block meaning she never needed to stop, though Jimmy hadn’t figured that out yet.

Screams from the blinding pain in her ass, as rough as the previous usage had hurt, it only lasted a minute, they were approaching 5 minutes with no sign of stopping.

The pain searing at the edges of her consciousness, something was changing in her, not just her circumstances, but her very being, she couldn’t find anything though, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t think of anything that had changed about herself.

The sound of ripping fabric brought her back to the present moment on horror, the sound might bring the men!

Jimmy had found seams popping along the sides of the too small dress and slipping fingers inside them he gave a mighty pull backward well thrusting forward and dumping a second load of cum into her intestines.

The dress hung in tatters, the neckline the only thing keeping the front and back connected.

“now if your done wasting time, you have work to do inside, hurry the fuck up!” he clapped his hands twice at the end.

Tiffany wanted to die, life was going to be endless suffering. She intrinsically knew it wouldn’t be that easy though, with pain running through every atom of her being she pulled herself back to her cramping feet in the 7 inch heels, and followed Jimmy to the door.

The only thing she could find to be grateful about was that none of the Men had heard her yet.