Rough Tiffany up

You’re at the Rubicon, and Tiffany’s holes and spirit are just across the way, ready to be plundered. You were never going to stop for or respect her boundaries, and it was amazing that you teased so much sultry pillow-talk out of the 18 year old blonde bombshell. If she ever does take you to court, you have a great deal of (Albeit edited) footage that can show her literally begging for you to fuck her.

You put down the phone for a second to get serious.

"Listen to me, baby." You run your hands down the side of Tiffany’s face and she nuzzles into your touch, that’s when you reach your pimp hand back and slap her across the face with a vicious strike.

"Don’t you play games with me, you stupid little skank. You’re a fucking no good, dirty slut of a cunt, and you’re gonna do whatever I say. And you’re gonna enjoy it."

Tiffany, discombobulated, doesn’t even get her hands up to protect her fresh cute little face until the fifth or sixth slap. She writhes on the ground and struggles to get away from you, but you grab her by the hair and pull her around in a circle, leaving a frightened stain of pussy juice glimmering on your marble floor. You slap her and shake her by the head while you threaten her menacingly.

"Didn't you want to get high? I got you fucking stoned as a fireplace." SLAP

"You wanted to go out and have fun like a big girl?" SLAP

"This is how big girls have fun, baby. This is how you prove your worth as a woman." SLAP

SLAP SLAP SLAP. Tiffany’s face is going to be a holocaust tomorrow.

"You’re gonna look into this camera, say the things I tell you to, or I’ll **** your virgin asshole dry and throw you out butt naked on the streets for the homeless to **** you. Understand?”

Tiffany trembles, but she cries “yes, yes, yes.” And you know you’ve broken her spirit.

“Put this on.” You hand her a remote controlled vibratror that sticks into her cunt.

“Wha- what is- Ahh!” A blow to the back of the head sends Tiffany scrambling to stick the toy into her cunt.

“Put it in, bitch. What did I say about questioning me?”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Tiffany is shaking, maybe more fear and budding trauma than ****, even. Her shaky fingers struggle to fit the wide base of the remote vibrator into her slippery pussy.

“You’re going to do what I say, isn’t that right?” You pull up your camera and shine the flash in her face, recording once more.

“Yes, yes, anything. I’ll do it!” Tiffany lurches as you activate the remote controlled toy plunged into her snatch. “Oh my- fuck! God, please, oh please~~” Tiffany can’t even complete sentences anymore as a **** orgasm washes over her hypersensitive body.

This is the way. Pain and fear mixed with pleasure and submission. Tiffany will surely have ghosts of tonight, despite how much memory loss accompanies her first foray into ****-up rough sex. She’ll have glimpses of this in her dreams, but she’ll never be able to separate the ecstasy from the fright, she’ll always associate cruelty with stimulation. Tiffany will be ruined for life, never able to have a fully blown eye rolling cum again without some kind of ****, pain, or humiliation.