Abusive Breeding

Before you know it, you have Alana in your bed. She's still naked from the waist down, her face bruised and tear-streaked from Sammy's ****. She's trembling. Her arms are wrapped tight around her knees. She's given up on begging or trying to escape her fate, she just stares at you with a haunted expression. You've never been harder.

You rip your own clothes off quickly, heart pounding. When your done it pleases you to see Alana staring at your cock in absolute terror, little sobs breaking from her throat. "Time to **** your gold star away bitch." You spit out.

"Oh god, no." Alana whimpers. She's completely pathetic now. A shadow of the woman you considered a friend just a few hours ago.

You slap her hard across the face. You're a little disappointed when she doesn't fall over like when Sammy hit her, but it's still satisfying to hear the loud pop followed by her screaming. "Dumb cunt. Open your legs."

Alana holds her legs tight and shakes her head. "I can't. Please John..." She breaks into annoying, loud sobbing.

Gritting your teeth, you take a dirty sock out of your hamper, grab some duct tape from your desk drawer, and pounce on her. She struggles weakly but you easily **** the dirty cloth into her mouth and tape it shut. "That's better. Loud stupid cunt." You slap her again and again, enjoying her red cheeks and sobbing chest. That draws your attention to the unacceptable fact that her breasts are still covered. You rip her shirts off, enjoying the sight of her pale, small tits and pretty pink nipples. Indulging in a fantasy you've always restrained in the past, you lean forward and bite one of those nipples hard. Alana screams into her gag in pain, flailing around, exposing her cunt to you.

Then with one sudden hard thrust, you're inside of her. The physical sensation is far from perfect, painfully tight, and drier than you're used to. However, the surge of power you feel more than makes up for it. You aren't just fucking her, you're claiming her. Destroying some part of her for your own perverse pleasure. It's the best feeling in the world.

Soon as you thrust hard into her lesbian cunt, the physical pleasure catches up to the mental. Her pussy is getting wet and no longer so tight it hurts when you thrust into her. You bite her nipples again and thrust wildly into her with no concern for rhythm or making it last, just unleashing all the primal desire that's been building inside you since this morning.

You cum deep inside of Alana while she just stares up at the celling in wide-eyed despondency. "Holy fuck." You moan as residual waves of warm pleasure pulse through your body. When you pull your cock out trickle of cum leaks from her used pussy and you get another little burst of feeling powerful.

Even as your head clears from the lust-drunk state, you feel amazing. Like a conqueror. A god. Some part of you recognizes that you shouldn't take so much joy in looking at your supposed friend broken both physically and mentally, but it's easy enough to push that moral part of your brain aside and slap her small pale tit with one hand. "Get off my bed and go clean yourself up. You're getting cum everywhere you disgusting bitch."

Alana stares at you for a moment then starts to reach for the tape. You grab her wrist roughly and shake your head. "Did I give you permission to do that?"

Trembling Alana shakes her head.

"Then I better not see you do it." You command.

She rushes off towards the bathroom crying silently. You collapse onto your bed, sated and feeling happier than you've ever felt before.