She breaks

Ignoring the knife in her trembling hand, you reach out and touch her throat with one finger, feeling her shudder at your touch. You slowly trace your finger down her neck to the top button of her shirt, smiling coldly at her as you watch her eyes widen with a blend of fear and excitement.

When you undo the top button she shivers, biting her lip, her knife hand raising slightly. You can see anger and uncertainty and excitement fighting in her face as you trace your finger down to the second button and pop it open revealing the swell at the top of her tit.

"This is what you came for, isn't it Tamara? You came to be fucked because you can't stand the thought of any man rejecting you like I did."

"Noooooo!" she moans, raising the knife higher, too high for your comfort. "I hate you! I fucking hate you!"

Your hand gently covers her wrist keeping the knife from getting any closer. Tightening your fingers slowly around her slender forearm until you have a firm grip on her. She squeaks in alarm, trying to pull out of your grasp, but she is just a spoiled young girl and you are much stronger than she can imagine. Laugh at her futile struggles, you pop open another two buttons, exposing her lacey bra and the plump breasts rapidly rising and falling under her blouse.

"Let me go!" she squeals in panic as you squeeze her wrist harder. Her fingers loosen and she drops the knife to clatter on the floor.

"Going to stab me were you?" You hiss at her with more venom in your tone now that she has been disarmed. "You're a bad little girl." Her other hand claws at your firm grip, but you ignore the fingernails digging into your hand as you undo another button.

"Let me go, oh please let me go!" she whimpers, using her hand now to keep her blouse from gapping.

"You're a slow learner, aren't you Tamara? I think you're going to need a few more lessons." You pick up the knife and push her into the living room, roughly throwing her down on the couch. She squirms as you place a knee on her belly and hold her down while one hand fondles her sweet young body, and the other one trails the blade of the knife along her cheek.

"Oh God stop! Oh Please Stop!" she moans frantically as she writhes in her attempt to escape.

"Oh no Tamara, I'm not stopping. You came here to stab me, but you failed, and now you'll pay the price."

"No! Oh God No! Don't **** me! Help!"

"Oh yes, Tamara. Yes indeed," you tell her cruelly. You grab the front of her bra and pull it up and away from her tits before slicing the narrow band of fabric with the blade. Her breasts are as fine as you remember, and her struggling suddenly ceases when she feels the tip of the large knife tracing a circle around her nipple.

"Stop! Please Stop! Oh God Please don't hurt me!" She sobs softly as you push her hands out of the way and open her blouse to completely expose her tits.

"No, I'm not going to stop, Tammy." You laugh as you climb between her legs, "This even better than you begging me to fuck your slutty holes." A flick of your wrist puts a tiny cut on the soft white skin just under her pink nipple. "And I will hurt you." You add as she whimpers. "How much I hurt you is up to you. I'm going to fuck some sense into you Tamara." If you let me do anything I like, you might come out of this with just a few of these little scratches. Using the tip of your finger you take the bead of red blood that is oozing from the cut and press the bloody digit against her lips.

You put the blade of the knife against her tender throat, sneering down at her frantic, tearful face. "If you fight me, I'll open your throat as you come, you murderous little sow." Her eyes widen and you see the fight drain from her body. "Now spread you legs, if you want to live." You love the way her legs open for you. Using the knife to cut a hole in her crotch, you run the blade along the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

"No! Oh God No!" she whispers breathily as she feels the cold steel move over her skin and even between her swollen cunt lips.

"Maybe I'll cut you here." You growl as you loosen your belt and free your cock.

"Oh God, don't hurt me, please don't kill me," she whines as you line up your dick with her sodden cunt. "Please....please....I'll be good....oh God I'll be good....aaaiiggh!" Your penis sinks almost all the way into the bitch's cunt. She is so fucking slick and hot that almost cum with that first thrust.

"You're just fuck meat you little pig!" you growl as you fuck her, still holding the knife against her throat. "Just a cock sleeve! This is what you want, you filthy little whore! This is what you came for!"

"No! Noooooo!" she protests weakly, "I hate you."

"Have you ever seen a hog slaughtered, Piggy?" You taunt her cruelly with the knife at her throat as you fuck her, in order to avoid any accidental cuts you have the back of the blade pressed against her, but she doesn't know that. "They slice open its throat and hold the pig down while it bleeds out."

"Oh God, Please I'm sorry! Oh.....oh yes.....fuck me....whatever you want....I'm your little fuck pig....oh god....take me....use me...just don't kill me!" the sweet young blonde begs as her fear mingles with the pleasure of the cock pounding her pussy.

She's raising her hips to meet your thrusts, giving her tight young cunt to you as she moans and writhes in ecstasy. You're still holding the knife against her throat, your other hand squeezing and kneading the flesh of her pert tits, watching the bright red trickle of blood that runs from the cut. As you fuck her, Tamara's fear is slowly overtaken by the unwanted pleasure that radiates from her sex.

"Oh God...gonna come....gonna come oh god gonna come on your cock....oh god fuck me....oh please....Oh God I'm Cumming!" she howls and bucks as her spasms rock her tender body, her cunt clutching and milking your cock as it explodes inside her, flooding her with your hot seed.