Scorn and

With a grunt you pull out of her, releasing her throat and using her skirt to wipe off your cock as you stare into her panting face.

"You're such a beast," she gasps. "God you're sexy. You made me come so hard. You make me feel like a piece of meat, and it's so fucking exciting." Her eyes are wide and wanton and she reaches under her skirt to touch her battered pussy, then bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking some of your spunk off them.

"God you taste good," she says with a shudder. "I'm so stupid. Stupid to think I could control you. I'll do anything if you'll...if you'll make me feel this way again. Anything at all Mr. Carter. Please say something sir. Please don't just stare at me. I know you hate me, but can't you just use me sometimes? When you want a piece of meat to fuck, that you can do anything to?"

You straighten your clothes, silently staring at her, seeing uncertainty cloud her eyes.

"You're so...cruel...and cold...and so fucking exciting...you make me feel like...like...a filthy horny little bitch...and you make me love it..." she whimpers excitedly. "You scared me...but it made me so excited...and when I came...oh God...it was like an explosion inside me...and all I could think was that I wanted you to breed me...to put pups in my womb...I was just an animal for a moment..."

"You are an animal," you say coldly and see her quiver. "A bitch who lives to be taken and used and bred. It's your purpose. Your only purpose."

"Oh God..." she whimpers, shivering as she stares at you. "You're so cruel...but you're driving me mad...I should hate you...but you're like a ****...the more you scorn me the more I want you...Please Mr. Carter...please say that you'll...that you'll make me feel like this again...I'll bring you other girls...for you to use...you can fill their bellies full of come...you can take...use...breed...I would bring them to you...lead them to your cock..."

You look at her, searching her face for signs of deceit and manipulation. If they are there her evident excitement masks them and you wonder if this complicated girl is actually broken to your will or if she is still playing a deeper game.

"Name them," you growl softly, reaching out to hold her throat and feeling her shudder.

"Tamara Longmire...for one...she loves cock...and Rose...my friend Rose Newton...she's a noisy fuck...She'd love to be choked while you drive your thick cock into her..."

"As much as you liked it?" you sneer as you continue to hold her.

"Oh God...yes...I love it...so fucking exciting...I felt...oh God...I felt...owned...and it made me so hot..."

"Not what you're used to was it? You're used to being the rich, entitled twat who can do whatever she wants and control the men around her. But down deep you're just a breeding bitch, ready to submit to the male willing to dominate."

She licks her lips, shuddering at your words.

"God yes..." she whimpers, her hands clutching at your arm as she squirms against the wall. "Oh God...you're making me...oh fuck...I mean nothing to you...do I? I'm just meat...holes to ram your cock in...Oh Fuck that's so exciting...I feel so dirty...filthy...and so fucking alive...."

She's panting, as she speaks, her face flushing with renewed arousal. Your cock is flaccid and exhausted, not ready for another round with this overwrought bitch, but you want to dominate her again, bend her more completely to your will. When you reach under her and touch her engorged clit she quivers and gasps, her eyes widening further, glittering with excitement.

"Fuck...oh sweet fuck..." she moans, then arches her back and groans ecstatically as you roll the tender nubbin between thumb and forefinger. You **** her and tease her, forcing a rippling chain of orgasms out of her slender teen body until she sags against the wall, sobbing in exhaustion.

"And that's how a fuck bitch gets treated," you say coldly, releasing her and stepping back from her quivering body. "If she's lucky."