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The Brat (M+/f-teen, bdsm, S&M, nc)
by Dark Dreamer (an84561@anon.penet.fi)
(c) 1994
***
My parents have always been extremely liberal, almost to
the point of giving me near total freedom from an early
age. I was an only child, with parents who seemed, at
least to me, to pay little attention to what I did.
I was pretty, in fact, beautiful, so everyone told me. I
was smart too, precocious they called it. I was, in fact,
a spoiled brat. When I got older the boys started telling
me the same things my parents had, that I was beautiful,
special, and perfect. They, like my parents showered me
with their devotion.
Nothing was ever denied me, my parents believed in people
controlling their own lives, and that included children.
The only people who ever put any restrictions on me were
teachers at school. When I grew furious at this my
parents transferred me to a "modern" school.
There were no grades at this school, and no tests. Grades
were "elitist", and tests were merely obstacles, and
designed to measure one student against another. Since
the school considered each child a unique treasure, what
need did they have of tests?
There was little structured learning. Teachers didn't
teach phonetics or grammar, for instance. Children would
learn to read, "when they were ready" through casual
reading.
Now that I was in a modern, progressive school, there
were no restrictions on me. I did as I chose. If I didn't
want to go to school I didn't. If I wanted more money, I
took it out of my parents account with my own cash card.
I had my own credit card too, but cash was easier.
I lost my virginity early on, even before puberty. My
parents made no attempt to hinder me as I experimented
with sex, questing for more and more erotic experiences,
more pleasure. I was allowed to have boys overnight in my
room, sometimes more than one at a time.
Barely into my teens I started experimenting with women
as well, my gym teacher, then a clerk at the mall, then
one of my cousins. I liked it, becoming bisexual. Shortly
afterwards I began to experiment with drugs. Again my
parents knew, and though they disapproved they thought it
was up to me to do as I wished.
I ran up against the first real authority after I turned
sixteen. I was given a sports car for my birthday, and
racked up ticket after ticket for speeding, and more
tickets for parking wherever I felt like it. A pretty
face and a smile could not put off the police, and so I
lost my license.
I continued to drive anyway, refusing to acknowledge that
anyone could tell me what I could or couldn't do.
One night I was boiling along in my sports car at a
hundred miles an hour, when this cop came up behind me
flashing his lights. I glared at him in the rear view
mirror, and considered trying to outrun him, then decided
to try a sweet smile. I was still under the impression
that my pretty face and a false smile could win
everyone's heart. It had failed before with cops but had
worked more often than not.
So I pulled the car over to the side of the road and
waited, putting on my charming smile.
I should say at this point that I'd also had a lot to
drink, and I'd smoked a lot of grass. I was kind of
bombed. I'd been at a party all night long and here it
was three in the morning. I was wearing a skintight
leather micro-mini skirt, fishnet stockings, high-heeled
shoes, and a black bolero jacket. Under the open jacket I
wore a net shirt with no bra.
My hair was a brilliant shade of red, very long and
loose, thick and deliberately tousled. I wore bright red
lipstick and dark eye shadow, my face rouged and powdered
to make me look ten years older than I was.
The cop came up to the car. The road was darkened,
deserted, and so he flashed his flashlight at me. I
looked up, blinking my eyes in the light and smiling in a
false, friendly way.
"I'm so sorry I was speeding, officer," I pouted. "I was
hoping to get home before my curfew you see. My parents
are incredibly mean about things like that.
"Can I see your license, miss?" he asked. I still
couldn't see him, though I got the impression of
tremendous size behind his flashlight.
"I uh, I'm sorry, I forgot it at home."
"Would you step out of the car please, Miss?" he said,
his voice quite deep. He opened the door and I slid my
left leg out, giving him a good view of it. I had great
legs, long and slender, perfectly formed and tapering
smoothly at the ankles.
I swung my behind around and put my other leg out beside
the first, then slowly rose myself, still smiling.
"Step around to the curb," he ordered.
I did, though my legs were a little unsteady.
"You been drinking, Miss?" he asked.
"Just a little bit."
"What's your name?"
"My name is Willow," I said. "Willow Morgan."
"Willow?"
"My parents are such environmentalists," I sighed," And
they wanted something out of the ordinary."
"This your car, Miss Morgan?"
"Uh, uh. Daddy gave it to me."
It was annoying that I couldn't make out his face. I
couldn't tell if my posing and preening and using my
sweet little girl voice was having any real effect on
him.
"I'll have to run your plate," he said.
"You don't think I stole it, do you?" I pouted.
"Standard procedure, Miss."
He went back to his car and worked the computer. I
thought about how to best pose myself, then decided to
lean back against the side of my car, legs somewhat
apart, and my arms against the roof of the car. That made
my bolero jacket widen, revealing my full young breasts
and their skimpy net covering.
He came back to me and was standing there before I even
noticed him.
"Your license has been suspended," He said, his voice
unfriendly.
"Oh that," I sniffed. "I didn't think that really
mattered."
"It does. I'll have to take you in."
"Oh come on, officer," I whined. "I'm not a crook or
anything. I promise I'll go right home."
"I'm sorry. You're under arrest. Turn around please and
put your hands on the car."
"Oh piss off," I sniffed, indignantly. I turned away from
him, deciding to just get back in my car and drive off.
He grabbed my shoulder and yanked me around again.
"Get your stinking, slimy hands off me!" I yelled,
swinging my hand around and slapping his face. The blow
didn't seem to hurt him but it made me stagger back
unsteadily. His face was like a rock.
He turned me and shoved me face down across the hood of
my car.
"Hey! Get away! Let me go, you fucker!" I snarled. I
wriggled and jerked and kicked back at him as he pulled
my arms behind my back and handcuffed them together.
"You fucking, cock-sucking slime licker!" I howled.
"Fucking pig! Stinking nazi bastard!"
I was absolutely outraged that anyone would dare to be at
all rough with me, would dare to stop me from using my
own fucking car to drive home. Who did this scummy guy
think he was anyway!?
"Hold still you stupid bitch," he said.
"Fuck you! Dirty, fuck faced shit head!"
"Whatever you say, honey," he sniffed.
He grabbed my upper arm and jerked me back off the car,
then began to lead me back to his car. I continued to
scream and screech and howl insults at him, struggling
against his hold on my arm, trying to pull my hands free
of the handcuffs.
As he was pulling the door open I managed to get turned
towards him and slammed my knee up into his crotch. He
yelled and let me go and I stumbled back, fell down, then
got up and ran into the field of tall grass that ran
alongside the road.
I don't know where the hell I thought I was going,
especially with my hands cuffed behind me, but then I
wasn't thinking very clearly anyway.
He caught up to me before I got very far. He grabbed me
by the hair to pull me to a stop, then jerked me back as
I screamed.
"Fucking bitch!" he snapped. His hand shot up beneath my
small mini and gripped my crotch, squeezing it hard, very
hard. I wasn't even wearing any panties so his fingers
ground right into my bare cunt flesh. I screamed in pain
as his big fist mashed my tender pussy mound.
"How do you like it, you dumb little slut?" he growled.
He let go of my pussy, leaving me panting and whimpering.
Nobody had ever deliberately hurt me before and I was
completely bewildered by the experience.
My jacket had fallen back over my shoulders as I'd run
and struggled, and now my chest was effectively bare
except for the thin netting. He held me out at arm's
length, his hand in my thick red hair. His eyes looked me
up and down real good.
"Spoiled little slut, aren't you?" he sneered. "Someone
ought to teach you a lesson you brat."
"I'm gonna tell my daddy," I sniffled, completely unable
to comprehend how or why anyone would want to hurt me...
ME. I mean, so I'd slapped and kicked him, then kneed him
in the balls. So I'd used every filthy word I knew to
describe him, so what? I was rich and beautiful. He was
some gunky blue-collar worker.
His free hand, the one not in my hair, grabbed my breast,
squeezing it roughly.
"Nice tits," he muttered.
"Hey!" I protested drunkenly.
His hand slid under my skirt and felt my pussy again,
squeezing it, though not as hard as before.
"What you need, baby, is a good hard fuck," he sneered.
"Let me go!" I whimpered.
"Why should I?"
He forced me down to my knees, pushing my face into the
grass and dirt, then dropped to his knees behind me. He
jerked my little skirt up over my smoothly rounded
buttocks, and I heard his zipper going down. I blinked
through the tears as I knelt there, my hands still
pulling feebly at the handcuffs.
I felt his cock against my slit, rubbing up and down. He
muttered to himself, then pressed his cock into me. I
grunted as my cunt lips were forced wide, then I gasped
as his pole thrust deep into my body.
"OOOhhhhhh!" I groaned.
"Yeah! You like that, don't you, baby? Hot little slut!
Cheap whore!"
His cock filled my narrow fuck pipe and his hands
squeezed down on my bare ass, fingers kneading the soft
flesh as he began to work his big prick in and out of my
fuck tube. His hand suddenly slapped down on my upturned
buttocks and I squealed in pain.
He laughed, then slapped my ass again, drawing another
cry of pain from my trembling body.
"That's what you need, brat," he said. "You need a good
fuck and a spanking." He slapped his big hand down on my
ass once again, then again, then again, fucking me slowly
as he began to use both hands to spank my bare ass.
His cock pumped steadily in my cunt as he spanked me,
first his left hand cracking down on my behind, then his
right, then his left, then his right again. I screamed
and wailed and shrieked and moaned and sobbed, but he
ignored me, continuing to spank my ass real hard.
My ass was burning with pain, totally distracting me from
the hard pole of flesh sliding back and forth inside my
cunt tube.
"OOWwww! OWW! AAAHHH! STOP! STOP IT! OWWW!" I howled.
His hands continued to crack down onto my soft buttocks.
Needless to say my parents had never spanked me. I
thought I was being murdered practically. My ass was
throbbing with heat, almost pulsing with it. The pain was
so sharp and intense I could hardly think.
But he kept spanking me, really getting into it. His cock
continued to pump inside me, moving faster now, his
cockhead thumping against my cervix as he rutted into me.
My burning ass flesh was now starting to sort of screen
out the pain from each new blow, like a fog distorting
light, dispersing it. I felt the impacts of his hands
against my buttocks but the pain was much less intense,
duller. Still, he continued to spank me, his hands
raining blows down on my soft teenage ass.
The feeling of his cock thrusting again and again into my
fuck box now became more meaningful. His cock was really
spiking into my tender little puss. I had stopped
screaming and now endured the blows of his hands with a
whimpering and weeping, groaning from time to time or
crying out in a low voice.
My head was throbbing just like my ass, and tears clouded
my vision. I grunted repeatedly as his hips began to
really hammer against my thighs and lower buttocks. His
cock sliced back and forth between my tight little pussy
lips as he fucked me.
Then I felt my hair tearing out and screamed anew. It was
being pulled upwards and I hurriedly raised myself with
it to ease the pain. He had a hand in my hair once more
and used it to yank me up and back against him.
"Hot slut! Cheap two-bit little cunt!" he hissed. The
words shocked me even through the pain.
He pulled my hair, jerking my head back, forcing my back
to arch like a bow. His other hand gripped the center of
my net shirt and tore it open, ripping the thin covering
to shreds. His hand folded around my bare tit and
squeezed it, his nails digging into the fleshy oozing
meat.
He stroked his hand roughly over both my tits, squeezing
and twisting the full mammary melons as he continued to
pump his cock into my snatch with harsh, violent strokes.
"Fat fucking tits," he groaned, squeezing them. "You got
great melons, brat."
He let go of me, letting me drop forward again. I almost
smashed my face into the dirt, but managed to turn my
head at the last minute and take the weight on my
shoulders. Then I felt his hands digging into my flanks
as he began to really pound his cock into my tight, teen
pussy.
I grunted repeatedly as his thick prong drove up into my
guts and punched my cervix. It was hard to think
straight, hard to understand what was going on, hard to
sort out the feelings and sensations rippling through my
dazed nervous system.
But one sensation was familiar, very familiar, and that
was a hard cock rooting inside me. I groaned and felt my
body kind of relax, for if there was anything familiar
about what was happening to me it was that hard pounding
inside my fuck box. It even started to feel a little
pleasurable.
Then he stopped, groaning in relief, as, I guess, he came
inside me. I felt his cock softening, then felt him
pulling back. I started to feel sulky. I was still drunk,
after all, and still very resentful and indignant that he
had treated me like he had. Now, on top of that, he had
fucked me and then came before I could. The bastard.
He pulled out and stood up, then grabbed me by the arm
and dragged me to my feet.
"Come on, whore," he said.
He led me back through the field to the car, but not to
my car, to his.
"HEY," I said. "I wanna go home."
"You're going to jail, slut," he said.
"You can't do that!" I exclaimed. "You fucked me! Now you
gotta let me go!"
"Yeah, right," he sneered.
He opened the back door of the police car and I lashed
out with my feet, stabbing the heel of my stiletto shoe
into his leg.
He cursed and jumped back, then grabbed me roughly and
jerked me away from the door. He pulled me along the car
to the rear, then opened the trunk.
"Okay, slut, you wanna act like that, you can ride in
here!" he snarled, lifting me up and heaving me into the
trunk.
"HEY!"
He slammed the trunk on me and I was in darkness. I felt
the car shift as he got in, then heard the door close and
the engine start up.
"HEY!" I screamed. "Let me the fuck out of here!
I raised my feet and pounded them against the roof of the
trunk, yelling and screaming, working myself up into a
right old tamper tantrum. I was furiously indignant that
anyone would dare to treat me like this. I mean, fucking
me was one thing, but this was just too much!
Then the car stopped. I heard the door open and felt the
car bounce a little as he got out of it. I thought I
heard conversation, then the trunk opened.
"Asshole!" I screamed up at him.
"See what I mean?" he sniggered.
There were two other cops standing there with him.
"What the fuck are you fuckers looking at?" I snarled.
They reached in and hauled me out of the trunk, and I
kicked one of them in the shin. He cursed and stumbled
back.
"I think this little slut needs to be taught a lesson,"
one of the cops said.
"I got just the thing for it," another growled.
They pressed me back against the car, then the third cop,
the one who I'd kicked, drew his long billy-club out of
its holder and approached me. I thought at first he was
going to beat me with it, and stared at him in fear.
But instead he jerked my skirt up and shoved the thick,
round club against my slit.
"No! NO! Stop it! Don't!" I cried, squirming and gasping
as I felt the hard rounded club forced into my pussy. It
tore my pussy lips open, then thrust up into my belly,
making me cry out in agony.
They sniggered as he rammed it high, forcing me up onto
my toes as I begged and whined and sobbed in pain. The
others let me go as the guy with the club pulled me
forward, then slammed me back, just by the club. It was
like I was a fish caught on a hook, and he could move me
around as he pleased.
Then I felt something hard against my asshole. I sobbed
in fear and pain as another billy club was forced up my
rectum, driving way up into my guts so cramps ripped into
me. Again I screamed, but the men just laughed as they
worked their big nightsticks up and down in my pussy and
asshole, and made me dance and shake and jerk around in
helpless pain.
"Gotta have respect for your local polite," one of them
sniggered.
The sticks were pulled out of my snatch and asshole, then
someone pulled my hair, forcing my head back. Someone
gripped my naked breasts, then a fist slammed into my
stomach.
I doubled over, and would have fallen if they hadn't held
me up. All the air was driven out of my lungs and I
coughed and choked and gasped for breath as they dragged
me away from the trunk and over to a table of some kind.
I was too busy trying to breath to understand what was
going on. I realized, vaguely, that we weren't at a
police station, but were, in fact, in some kind of park.
They'd dropped me on a picnic table as they gathered
around me.
I felt my legs jerked wide open by large, rough hands,
then my skirt was pulled up over my crotch as my ass was
dragged to the edge of the table.
One of the new cocks unzipped and took his cock out,
while the other one shoved my jacket back aside to bare
my breasts.
"Nice tits," he commented, groping me.
I gasped as the other cock thrust himself into me and
began to fuck me. I didn't really care, though. I'd never
had the wind knocked out of me before and thought I was
dying or something. Nobody had ever punched me, and I
didn't even realize then that that was what had happened.
The cop fucked me roughly, gripping my thighs and pulling
my legs up and apart, holding them against the sides of
his torso as he pumped his cock into my pussy crack. The
other two cocks stood alongside watching, grinning and
laughing and joking.
"Teach the little bitch what she's good for, Paul," the
first cop laughed.
"She's tight, man," Paul sighed.
"I love these tits," the third guy said. "I think I'm
gonna tit fuck her."
"I'm startin' to get hard again myself," the first cop
said.
My jacket was pulled off of me as the cop fucked, then my
net shirt was torn to shreds, leaving me bare to the
waist. The cop continued to fuck into me, and I slowly
regained some control of my breathing as he grunted and
poured his scummy sperm into my pussy.
Then he let my legs drop and moved back. The second cop
moved in and gripped my mini, undoing it, then jerking it
down my legs and off. He gripped my legs and lifted them
up high, then shoved them back against my chest. He
dragged my ass over the edge of the picnic table, then
forced my knees down and shoved his cock into my crack.
He fucked me even harder than the first cop had, grunting
in pleasure as he spiked his cock down into my furry cunt
box. He seemed to take great delight in crushing my knees
back, and after a while even straightened my legs out,
sliding his hands down to my ankles and forcing them back
beside my head.
"What goes best behind a girl's ears?" he cried.
"Her ankles!" the other two laughed.
"Fucking pigs!" I cursed.
"Shut up, brat, or you'll get another spanking," the
first cop said.
"I'm gonna sue you!" I howled.
"Go ahead, slut," he sneered.
I heard another car drive up, though I saw no lights, and
another cop appeared. This one was a tall, black guy with
a very muscular build.
"Welcome to the party, Stan," one of the others said.
"Nice piece O' ass," Stan said.
"Let me gooo!" I screamed.
"Shut your face, slut, or I'll give you something to
scream about!" one of the cops snarled.
"Fuck you, needle dick!"
The guy fucking me threw his weight behind his cock and
drove it deep into my slit, then ground himself against
me as his juices gushed down into my belly. He groaned in
pleasure and release, then stepped back, slowly pulling
his cock out from my moist pussy lips.
"Have a ride," Stan, he grinned.
"Get the fuck away from me! No nigger's gonna fuck me!" I
snarled, twisting and writhing in an effort to get loose.
I managed to roll onto my side and crawl halfway across
the table before a hand grabbed one of my legs and
dragged me roughly back.
"This little whore needs to be taught a lesson," someone
said.
"I know just what she needs," a deeper voice said.
I was dragged off the edge of the table and onto my feet,
but then bent over again. I felt hands groping my ass and
pussy, then heard a hissing sound. Something cracked
loudly against my ass, and a second later I felt a
terrible, biting pain.
I screamed as the pain burned into me, but the sound was
almost muffled by the laughter and jeers. Again there was
a crack of noise as something hit my soft buttocks, and
again pain ripped through my body.
I tore my head around and saw the black cop raising a
leather belt in the air, then saw it lash down onto my
ass. I screamed in pain, trying desperately to pull away
from them, but to no avail.
Again and again the belt whipped down on my poor ass
cheeks, until I stopped struggling, and lay there bent
across the table, sobbing and miserable. Then the belt
stopped. I felt hands on my ass, prying my legs apart,
then felt a long, thick cock pushed up into my snatch.
I just groaned, and otherwise ignored it, too filled with
misery and pain to care. The cock sawed in and out of me
for a minute, then slid out and pressed against my
asshole. I whimpered a little, and tried feebly to turn
or twist away, but several hands held me down, and I
could do nothing.
The big, hard boner slowly drove into my rectum as
several male voices cheered and made obscene remarks. I
groaned as it moved deeper and deeper. I felt my asshole
spread wider and wider as the thing pushed forward, then
felt cramps in my guts as it slid way up into my belly.
"That's just what you need, slut," someone said.
"Yeah, fuck these bitches in the ass a few times and it
takes em' down a peg."
"It's what she's made for anyway."
It was the big black guy who was ass raping me, and he
wasn't slow or gentle either. He forced every last inch
of cock meat up my pain-filled asshole, then ground his
big balls against the undersides of my buttocks as he ran
his hands up and down my body.
His cock started tearing back and forth inside me, and he
ignored my cries of pain and woe. The others cheered him
on, and laughed whenever I cried out in pain.
He fucked me harder and harder, ripping his cock back and
forth, reaming out my asshole with his powerful, rutting
movements, stabbing his cock into me like it was a weapon
as he sodomized me with brutal pleasure.
"How you like that, white girl?" he sneered. "You like
having a' ass full o' black meat? Huh?"
He pounded his cock in harder as my ass muscles were
beaten down, and was soon pistoning his black meat back
and forth with ease, slamming his muscular hips into my
soft, tormented ass cheeks as he tore up my rectum.
He finished, shooting his gunk into me, and another cop
took his place, stuffing his cock up my ass. Then he
dragged me off the table, pulling me around against him
as he sat down on one of the benches. He pulled me onto
his lap, and I groaned, impaled on his stiff boner.
Another cop moved in front of him and I felt my hair
pulled as a cock was shoved into my mouth. I gurgled and
moaned, but the hand only twisted my hair more.
"Suck my cock, slut!" a voice snarled. "Suck that boner,
bitch!"
I had no choice but to suck on his cock. He pulled me
forward, so I was kind of leaning into him, and the other
man raised my ass up and down on his cock.
After that another man fucked my tits, squashing my soft
melons down around his pumping pecker, then coming in my
face.
I was placed on all fours, and another cop fucked my
pussy while I sucked a cock. For what seemed like hours
cocks were shoved up my ass, down my pussy, and into my
mouth. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and
stopped protesting, doing whatever the ordered as they
used my body for their own pleasure.
I drifted in and out of consciousness, waking to find a
leering face over me, a cock fucking into me.
Finally I woke to sunlight. I looked up blearily at the
sky, then, groaning weakly, raised my head enough to look
around me. It was day, and I was lying on the picnic
table naked. My car was parked a few yards away.
I laid my head back down and moaned. I had a tremendous
hangover, and my body ached and hurt all over. I didn't
actually fall asleep, but I guess I closed my eyes as I
tried to work up the energy to move.
I felt hands on me, and blinked my eyes open to see a
bum, a dirty black guy in a rumpled suit. His eyes were
alight and excited as he stared down at my exposed body,
and ran his hands over my flesh.
"G... go... way," I moaned.
Instead he took out his dirty cock, now hard, and pushed
it between the swollen, aching lips of my pussy,
thrusting it into me.
I groaned weakly, but didn't have the strength to resist
as he fucked wildly for about a minute, then came. He
pulled back and stumbled away, leaving me alone again.
After a few more minutes had passed I managed to sit up,
then, after another few minutes, I got up the energy to
get off the table, gather my clothes, and pull them on. I
drove slowly home, not wanting to get stopped by the cops
again.
No one at home questioned why I'd been out all night. In
fact, aside from one of the maids nobody was even awake.
I stumbled upstairs to my room, stripped and threw myself
on the bed, groaning in exhaustion.
I remembered everything that had happened to me the other
night, remembered the spanking and beating and crude
rapes, yet it held no trauma for me. I mean, I'd fucked
so many guys, in so many positions, and often when I was
stoned or drunk guys at parties would just fuck me
without even asking... so it wasn't the sex that was
strange to me. They simply... used me... like a toy of
theirs, doing whatever they wanted. That was new. I ran a
hand back over my ass, wincing a little at how tender it
was.
It was the first time I'd ever been physically punished
for something I'd done. And as I lay there, my pussy lips
swollen, my ass hurting, sperm on my tits and face and
thighs, I realized that perhaps, just... perhaps, I would
have to modify my behavior a little.
It seemed, that even as pretty and rich as I was, there
were certain things I couldn't do with impunity. I
thought that was unfair, but I figured I was going to
have to live with it.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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