Refuse

Author's note: Some pretty rough and violent **** ahead. So if that might not be your thing, maybe skip this one!

“A-- a what? N-no, no way! Just leave me alone, please, I – I'll reach my stop in just a few minutes.”, you stammered out, reddening in the face as Monica peered straight into you, her sweaty heat radiating off her and seeming to carress your naked skin.

She smirked a toothy grin, revealing long canines that gave her pale, black-haired face a vampiric quality. The whole bus seemed to turn dead quiet as the crowd in the back turned in rapt attention to what Monica - most apparently their “alpha” - was going to do next.

“Wrong answer, fuckboy.”

Indignant at her continued insults, and finding a swell of pride in you that had been semi-buried by the days' events, you sat up straight and replied.

“My name is --”

But the backhand jackhammered the half-hearted retort out of your mouth with blinding speed.

* WHAP *

The sound of Monica's sudden **** broke the tense silence in the back, and the sorority crowd immediately began to whoop and cheer rowdily as your head rang painfully from Monica's violent punitive correction.

“I don't give a shit what your name is, fuckboy.”.

She emphasized the last word now with a certain disdain in her voice, but also a notable undertone of glee – you got the chilling feeling she wasn't all too disappointed by the fact you had given her an excuse to get rough.

You began to panic – your absolute worst case scenario seemed to be getting worse by the second. The driver was only a few seats ahead of you, and you could see her looking back at the scene through her rearview mirror.

You began to call out.

“Driver, please he--”

* WHAP *

Another slap, full palm this time and even harder than before, rocketed your face straight into the window next to you. Dazed, you could feel a trickle of blood began to drip down your chin.

"Please!", Monica chortled, "No driver's gonna risk a delay for something as little as a boy getting ****. Ain't that right, Annie?"

She shouted the last part in the direction of the driver, who audibly chuckled in response.

"Just don't fuck another one to ****, please, Moni - helluva mess t'clean up, you know."

Monica smiled her toothy grin as she watched the colour drain from your face

"Well now, I guess that'll depend on fuckmeat here, won't it?"

Monica jumped on the seat next to you, and began painfully pressing your face harder into the window with her left hand, while her right roamed around your body, roughly twisting your nipples before going down and digging her black nails painfully into your soft butt.

"Nngg, that is TIGHT. I'm so glad you decided to be difficult, honey."

She spanked you, hard, then bent over and very slowly licked the whole side of your face, hungrily breathing in your scent. You shivered intensely with fear.

"Hmmm, I like that.", Monica cooed.

Her left hand had snaked onto your scalp and made a tight fist in your hair. She snapped your neck back violently and stared in your face from above.

You were grimacing from the pain - afraid - angry - exhausted. Even so, to your dismay, you could not help but notice the sheer beauty of this **** as she gazed into your eyes. Her pale features were immaculately proportioned, covered with a sheen of sweat and loose strands of her black, greasy bangs, her slightly wide and upturned nose just quirky enough to endow her whole face with a radiating sexual attraction.

Monica's big, plump, black-lipsticked lips curled into a sly smile as she noticed your look and - incredibly, unbelievably - you felt a slight blush creep into your face.

To your terror, you saw her smile widen and you were convinced she had noticed. A slight stinging in your eyes signaled the tears forming there, and you silently cursed at your own frailty and submissiveness. Then, she broke the spell.

"Open your mouth, fuckmeat."

A slight, involuntary shiver ran over your ****, naked body. This psycho was even less predictable than Margaret had been, but you could do nothing but comply meekly, opening wide and even sticking out your tongue.

As you had feared, Monica snorted deeply before slowly dripping a giant wad of spit straight into your open mouth.

"Swallow", she commanded. She maintained fierce, dominating eye contact all the time and her iron grip did not allow you to look away. Despite all your best efforts and intentions, you felt a warm blushing again flooding your cheeks.

Shivering again, feeling almost conditioned to obey at this point, you obeyed - forcing down Monica's viscous, snotty drool with a slow *GULP*, immediately dry-heaving in disgust afterwards.

Monica's eyes drank in the humiliation on your face with visible excitement. You could tell her other hand had drifted down as she had slowly begun playing with her dick.

"You're a useless, pathetic whore. Say it."

That spark of defiance flickered again.

"I'm no--"

Monica didn't even wait for you to finish before she slammed your face into the window, brutally hard.

"Say it."

The tears began to flow freely now, mixing with the blood dripping from your nose and lips.

"Please...", you croaked.

With the deftness of a practiced routine, Monica snuck her right hand around the front of you and grabbed you by the nuts. Your poor, bruised, battered nuts.

"Ooo, someone's had a good go of these, huh? Allow me to make it worse, bitch"

She closed her fist and brutally dug all of her fingers deep into your testes, ripping a primal, hoarse scream of pain from you. Your nutmeat was visibly bulging out from in between the gaps of Monica's clenched fist.

"NO - NO - URGGHG - PLEASE GO--", you began to struggle and flail in response to the trauma.

Again, Monica slammed your pleading, bloodied face painfully into the window.

"SAY IT.", she hissed loudly.

"I - I'm *sob* a u-useless, pathetic w-whore....", you choked out in desperation, hiccuping inbetween the wracks of testicular pain.

The laughter and whooping from the back of the bus reached a crescendo as Monica smirked and let go off your throbbing balls.

"That's right, fuckmeat. And now Mommy Monica's gonna show you just how true that is."

Through the haze of tears and pain you saw her line up her throbbingly erect cock with your butthole. You were already terrified, but fully hard Monica's cock became a different beast altogether.

It was a monster. Broad, ridged, and downright smothered in monstrously thick and purplish veins, visibly pulsing all over its rigid surface. A thick bushel of black pubic hair sprouted from its base, with longer hairs curling up to almost half the length of the penis. It curved upwards menacingly, and the thickness was truly terrifying - easily broader than your thigh throughout, and even thicker at the base.

Monica jammed two of her fingers into your sensitive rosebud, roughly prodding your entrance.

"Hmm, this hole's had a good stretch already, by the feel of it. Nowhere near enough, I'm afraid - but that's good! No fun without a little bit of a struggle, huh, fuckmeat?"

She began to push in, her massive cockhead painfully spreading your abused boyhole apart to its absolute limit - eliciting a long, wailing groan of pain.

Just the head alone wouldn't even fit! And her dick clearly only grew thicker as it went along.

Monica bent her face close to your ear.

"How's it feel, slut? Knowing that if I just gave a little more of a push, **** it just a little too much - I would rip you apart like a teddy bear in a meatgrinder?", she whispered lustfully.

"That's all it would take, whore, and trust me when I say I wouldn't blink an eye - I couldn't care less about what happens to the holes I fuck, just as long as they remain warm long enough for me to get my nut off."

The imagery alone, coupled with the distinct feeling this monster-goth wasn't kidding, made a cold shiver run down your spine. She drank it up.

"But I sense some potential in you, kid. You might just be stretched out enough to keep me entertained a little longer than that. Here, I'll give you the courtesy - and the fighting chance - of not going in dry. Hnnmm..."

You felt slow spurts of warm urine begin to leak from Monica's enormous fuckstick, leaking into your butt and splashing out and soaking your bottom. The pungent smell of her piss was sickening, but even moreso was the realisation this wasn't the first time today you had been debased to nothing more than a human port-a-potty.

Mercifully, Monica stopped her stream, but then she slapped her right hand into your face, painfully wiping off the blood streaming out of your bloodied nose and lips before slathering it unto her dick.

"Piss and blood is all the lube you're worth to me, fuckmeat.", she panted into your ear; and she snaked one of her massive arms around your throat in a chokehold, while the other grasped onto your waist for leverage. "Time to roll the dice."

And with a garguantuan heave, a guttural roar of pleasure and enough upwards spiking **** to lift you completely off your seat and slam your full body into the bus window, Monica stood up and speared her entire monstrous penis into your fragile boyhole in one mighty go.

If she truly had torn you apart into a bloody mess, you would not have been able to tell. It certainly hurt enough to feel like it. It was the single most painful, bludgeoning intrusion you had ever experienced, and it was delivered without a hint of care or motivation beyond a singular, primal, raw intent to _fuck _and to cum - that now seemed the sole agent animating your gigantic goth ****.

You couldn't truly have said you were even conscious, anymore. The blunt trauma had propelled you straight into a dimension of pure pain so blinding that you went into a sort of trance, a kind of ****-induced ego-****.

If you could have seen what was happening, you might have been happy of that. Monica's cock had distended your anus almost comically, and the bulge it made protruded well up to your sternum, easily doubling your girth. Mercifully, wondrously, though, you survived. Ironically, it seemed the day's events with Margaret might have prepared you just barely enough to get through this. Blood was dripping down Monica's balls, to be sure, but it seemed to be from mild tearing alone. Your organs, your bones, while creaking from being pushed to the utmost limit, were still hanging in there.

For now.

Monica did not wait even a second to transition from her painful entry to a full-bodied rage-fucking.

It wasn't so much that she didn't care about hurting you - it was that hurting you was the point. She clearly relished every spasm you made when she jackhammered her dick into you, every **** guttural cry of pain you gave. And as soon as she began to cut off your air supply with her chokehold arm, she relished every full-bodied, **** gasp for breath. The squirming and twitching, to her, were like receiving a full-penis pleasure massage. The screams and the **** were like a pleasing symphony denoting her sheer sexual power and dominance over you.

As a person, you were less than nothing to her.

As a deluxe sextoy, you were rocking her world.

Monica nibbled the side of your reddening, tear-streaked face hungrily, and bit hard enough into your neck and shoulders to leave marks and draw blood. She grunted frantically as she pulled back from you, distending your anal wall-flesh out along with her cock for several inches - before ramming back into you hard enough to make your eyes bulge along with the rest of you, and causing you to vomit spittle and precum out your mouth and nose along with every shocking thrust.

You were fully impaled in the air, pressed against the window, no part of you touching the seat or the floor.

Her muscles were taut, now, visibly bulging with veins even through the walls of fat covering every inch of her, as she committing to rutting you into oblivion.

Even then, lost in the throes of sheer primitive conquest, Monica was lucid enough to begin to whisper pantingly in your ear while unceasingly slamming her tights-covered hips into you like you were a secondhand fleshlight.

"That's it, fuckmeat, that's it...

*hngh*

This is all you're good for, you piece of shit hole.

*pant*

You're gonna thank Mommy Monica for showing you your place like a good whore, when I'm done.

*hngh*

I'm gonna hurt you so good, baby, I'm gonna break your fucking SLUT - WHORE -ASS - UNGG - FUCK!"

And with one mighty, final heave Monica hilted herself fully into you and began to cum.

Even as she pressed up into you with her dick, she was pressing down on you from above, anxious to get every single sliver of herself inside of you that she could. Her hairy balls began to pulse visibly, first, sending up the massive loads that she was about to deposit. The pleasure, as she felt each wave of cum physically push through her tubes into your freakishly distending tummy, was indescribable to her, and she rolled her eyes back as she moaned ecstatically.

As further waves of her cum hit you, expanding your belly even more comically than before - even though you had long since passed the threshold for registerable pain - Monica began to fuck again to prolong her orgasm as long as she could.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK", she roared. While you still couldn't breathe, she had loosened her chokehold sufficiently to allow each shock of her orgasmic thrusts to push out wads of her ejected semen from your mouth, ears and nose as she simultaneously filled you up and pushed her cum further up into you.

When she had finished, she slowly pulled out and dropped you bodily to the bus floor, still pulsing out cum from her deflating dick onto your abused body as you hit the ground.

"God DAMN", Monica gasped in post-orgasm glow, dripping sweat all over. "Now -that- was a good fuck!"

She burped loudly and motioned over her to her posse of sorority girls, who had all crowded around as closely as they could in the bus to cheerlead their leader in her latest conquest. They were all visibly aroused, with several of the more drunken college girls just full on jerking it. In response to Monica's hand motion, one of the girls tossed her a beer from a sixpack she was carrying.

Monica downed the can in a single, mighty gulp. She then crushed the can and dropped it onto your twitching, still cum-leaking body.

"Any one else want a turn?"