Fuck yes

Johnathan's air of menace didn't waver as he moved his right hand to maul her tits with all the consideration and gentleness of a hungry mountain lion. His left still clutched her throat... not tight enough to cut off her breathing just yet, but tight enough that she didn't dare move. Her hands scrabbled around behind her, unconsciously looking for something to grab onto, but found nothing but bare floor. She tried to close her legs but he was already too close, so she only succeeded in squeezing his hips a little. He lined himself up rather inexpertly. The part of her brain that was still working noticed that his angle of approach was all wrong. He was too high, almost like he was trying to penetrate her urethra. It was going to catch on her skin, and have way too much **** behind it when it finally popped in. Did prudeworlders really know that little about sex? Or was he doing it on purpose to hurt her? But as she looked up into his eyes, his full of rage and hers full of terror, the answer didn't really matter.

The alien cock dug into her flesh for a subjective eternity. She thought back to gym class. Control your breathing. Control your feelings. Control your-- "AGGGGHHH!!!" she screamed as it finally found the mark, shooting balls deep like a bolt of lightning. This might actually be the smallest cock she'd ever had, but she'd never had a penetration hurt this much. The alien fucking her didn't care. No, that wasn't right. He did care. He was getting off on it. Not even on the sensation. He was enjoying the power. He was enjoying her pain. This was a moment of catharsis for him. In this moment, Yu-ri became every woman who rejected Johnathan. Every woman who had snubbed him, and spurned his advances. Every woman who had rejected him by default because he simply couldn't muster the courage to ask in the first place. Every woman in a world that made him feel marginalized and pathetic just for being born... and it wasn't even her world.

Johnathan rutted into her like a wild animal. His thrusts were erratic and utterly without rhythm. Yu-ri's heart raced as she felt him spurt within her and keep right on going. Her body was beginning to respond in spite of the situation. Scared or not, willing or not, her body was beginning to heat up. Her whimpers and pleas for mercy were turning into moans and in spite of herself, she found her legs wrapping around his waist. This wasn't sex, it was ****. She was being ****. She was utterly out of control, and totally at Johnathan's mercy. She hadn't told anyone she was here, and her parents weren't even home. The only people in the house were prudeworlders, and for all she knew this was normal for them. This shouldn't feel good, why did it feel so good?

If Johnathan noticed, it only made him angrier. He slapped her in the face. Not a loving, playful slap. A jarring slap that brought stars. Yu-ri had seen people get turned on by that before. She'd even tried it. She didn't really get the appeal until this moment. She felt so totally out of control, so helpless before the wild beast hammering her. The hand struck again. and again. and AGAIN.

The other hand around her throat started to squeeze, and the last conscious thought in her head evaporated. She came. Hard.

This was not like any orgasm she'd ever had. There was no sweetness, no gentle buildup, no joyful feeling of intimacy. This felt like getting hit with a truck. She didn't moan, she screamed. She began to spasm so violently that she would have bucked him off entirely if he wasn't holding her down with all his enraged might. The orgasm felt both terrible and wonderful, so totally different from anything she'd ever experienced, but horribly frightening as well. Her vision was going dark when Johnathan finally released her throat and stumbled back off of her. He didn't make it all the way to his feet, landing in a heap, his back against the opposite wall. She just lay there, twitching with the aftershocks of... of whatever that was.

Johnathan curled up into a ball, burying his face in his knees, and started to sob. He was crying and rocking back and forth when Yu-ri recovered her senses.