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Katie: Focus for My Pain
by Ayreous (ayreous@hmamail.com)
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When someone has humiliated you, could you turn away
from a chance at revenge? A bullied young teenage boy
finally learns to release his built up frustrations.
Great for him, not quite so great for the girl who takes
the brunt of it. (mf-teens, nc, rp, 1st)
***
Author's Note: So this is my first attempt at erotic
fiction and only the second piece of fiction of any
kind. It hasn't been beta'd so please forgive any
mistakes. It might be bit slow or not focused enough on
the "good stuff" for some but it feels ok to me. Also I
would love any feedback of course. Hope anyone who reads
this enjoys it.)
Disclaimer/Warning : This is simply a piece of fiction
born out of the darker side of my imagination and is in
no way intended to give the impression that rape, or
abuse of any kind, is acceptable under any
circumstances. So yeah don't do this shit in real life.
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"Well bugger, that escalated quickly," I thought numbly
as I looked down on the unconscious form in front of me,
thankfully I could see she was breathing still so at
least she wasn't dead.
I hadn't meant to lash out at her, hell I have never hit
anyone seriously in my life no matter how much I wanted
to. It just happened, there she was swaying on her feet
spewing the kind of disdainful mocking abuse I was used
to from people like her. But then I just snapped, all
the hate and shame inside me boiling out of me and
taking control of my body in order to grab her head and
slam it into the wall behind her.
Seeing again in my mind her expression of shocked
disbelief as I surged towards her, I let out a slightly
crazed giggle as my mind twisted manically trying to
work out what I had done and what I should do now.
Part of me felt shame and fear at what I had done, or
more accurately perhaps, at what people would think of
my actions. The larger, darker part of myself however
felt intense satisfaction that finally I had stopped
being the pathetic and scared weakling I have always
been and made someone pay for what they did to me.
Always before I had just taken the mockery and bullying
of everyone else simply because I was too scared of
being hurt and humiliated by trying to stand up for
myself and failing. I wasn't big or strong, I knew that
it was pointless to even try so just took it all while I
bottled up inside all of the hate and disgust towards
myself and everyone else that it generated, using it
late at night to fuel fantasies of the vengeful things I
imagined I would do if I had the chance.
Thinking of my fantasies brought to mind the ones I had
from after the last time I had encountered this
particular girl. I recognised her from school, like
myself she was 15 and her name was Katie.
Katie had a well known reputation as a total slag who
enjoyed getting drunk and shagging older guys while
hanging around the local parks at night with her little
posse of friends.
It was easy to believe given the way she dressed, always
in low cut tops to show her impressive (for her age)
cleavage, as well as short skirts or tight jeans to show
off her legs and arse. Most of the boys at school
admitted she was the sexy as hell, even compared to
those in the higher years. I agreed, even the heavily
overdone make-up she wore did not detract from her sex
appeal.
Privately I had always thought it a shame she wore the
clothes and make-up she did and had such a horrible
attitude. It was easy to imagine that without them she
would go from looking like the kind of girl I would fuck
and use like a toy, to being a very pretty girl I
wouldn't be ashamed of dating. Not that either would
ever have the slightest chance of happening.
Anyway I had been walking home late one night when I had
looked up to see her and one of her friends turn the
corner just ahead. Seeing me they walked up and blocked
my way, looking a bit unsteady and a bit drunk. After a
few mocking comments about me of the kind I was used to
that I tried to ignore, one of them caught me when my
eyes were unconsciously drawn to the cleavage displayed
by her low cut top.
Laughing at my embarrassment for some reason Katie
decided she wanted to see how big my dick was. As they
had backed me against a wall and I was too embarrassed
to do anything she just shoved her cold hand down my
pants and grabbed my soft little cock. Totally shocked
and mortified I just froze until she laughed and pulled
her hand out again while telling her friend how small it
was.
Afterwards I had thought of how I could of just said
something about how cold it was and how that was why it
was small but at the time I just wanted to be as far
away from them as possible. So as they laughed at me I
pushed past and ran home, feeling almost sick from the
shame of letting her do that.
That night as I lay in bed I imagined various things
about that event. In some she had felt my cock but it
had been so big that she and her friend had begged me to
fuck them with it. Most however were about me finding
her alone and brutally raping her while she sobbed and
begged me to stop.
Those fantasies were the ones that jumped to mind now as
I looked down at her. My mind that was still in shock at
what I had done became fixed on what was now possible. I
was here and face down on the ground was one of the
sexiest girls I knew, one who I wanted to punish for
humiliating me and one who was unconscious.
I know I should of been thinking more about getting help
in case she was seriously hurt but that dark part of my
mind I had suppressed for so long was now free and it
ignored everything else to fill my thoughts with the
fact that here and now I could do what I had imagined so
many times as I lay in bed with my in hand.
Shaking my head to clear out my drifting thoughts I
focused on the unconscious girl sprawled face down
before me, her sluttish little skirt out of place to
expose the teasing vision of a pair of black lace pants
covering the intimate core beneath that I craved so
much.
The last lingering shreds of doubt swept from my mind as
my cock grew harder than I thought was possible. Only
one clear word left ringing in my being, "MINE!"
Almost mindless with lust I fell upon the limp form of
this helpless girl who had become the focus of all the
bitter and twisted desires for revenge spawned by my
long suppressed emotions.
Roughly rolling her over I grabbed her hair and pulled
her head up to meet my lips as I kissed her without a
shred of gentleness, forcing my tongue deep into her
unresisting mouth in a primal show of dominance and
possession.
At the same time my free hand pulled at her skimpy t-
shift as it desperately hunted for the pert young
breasts underneath. The sound of light fabric tearing
announced the breach of that first barrier that had
impeded my hands quest.
Mouth and tongue still asserting my ownership of her
helpless mouth and the plump, decadent lips at its
entrance. My eager hand plunged unerringly onwards for
my first chance to feel the firm young flesh of her a
teenage breast and it's tiny lace covering.
Cupping it with my hand with a gentle stroke to enjoy
the silky smooth feeling of her skin until in a flash I
seized it's erect nipple with my fingers and twisted
cruelly. Amusement darted across my face as I started
sucking and biting my way over the young flesh of her
neck and shoulders until I could no longer resist the
demands radiating from my cock for the bliss of release.
Forgetting everything else I tore my jeans and boxers
down to let my eager, dripping penis spring free.
Quickly pushing her skirt up over hear waist and simply
shoving her panties to the side to allow access to her
pussy I quickly found that she was too dry to fuck.
Spitting into my hand and rubbing the saliva into her
pussy I grabbed her legs and pushed them back and apart
for maximum access as I pressed my throbbing cock into
her. Ignoring the inadequate lubrication in favour of
simply grabbing her hips and repeatedly thrusting into
the tight, grasping entrance, slowly more and more of my
shaft entered her as I once more covered her neck and
breasts with raw marks from my vicious mouth and teeth.
Eventually I could feel some slickness inside the
burning tunnel I had invaded enabling me to finally
power the entirety of my cock inside her. Panting and
sweating from the effort and the sheer intensity of my
bare penis buried inside the tight pussy that I could
feel quivering around me.
I knew I wouldn't last long at all so I wrapped my hands
around the slender neck I had covered with my bites and
started to slide my cock out almost fully and then
powering back in with all the strength I had, brutally
fucking the helpless girl who's cunt was already looking
red and swollen from my mistreatment.
Feeling the rising tension building up as I tried my
hardest to hold my orgasm back I looked down at the face
and body below me. The marks and bruises standing out on
her skin making her even more desirable to me.
This sight combined with the intense sensations from the
tight cunt wrapped around my cock caused meant I had no
chance at controlling myself. Hand unconsciously
tightening around Katie's neck I gave in and let my
orgasm wash over me.
Body jerking those last few erratic strokes and then
freezing buried deep inside her. Every muscle I had
tensed up as a pleasure more majestic than I had ever
felt washed over me. It felt like my mind was floating
away from my body while it stayed there releasing more
cum than I knew I had to fill the sweet, abused hole of
this sexy unwilling girl below me.
As it wound down me sweaty, panting form collapsed on
top of her my lips pressing tiny kisses over her neck
and face in some sort of twisted thank you.
After a minute I climb off and stand above her enjoying
the sight. Her legs spread wide exposing the red and
swollen mound from within which my cum oozed.
I was surprised at how little shame and guilt I was
feeling, whenever I had imagined raping someone I
thought that in the aftermath I would feel like a
monster. Instead all I felt, besides the pleasure of my
sated desire, was an intense feeling of satisfaction at
having taken my revenge and at not allowing fear to stop
me for once. There was also a measure of regret due to
not being able to hear her cries, see the humiliation
and devastation on her face and look into her eyes as
she felt me posses that most intimate of places.
I knew I had to leave soon as my cock was already rising
again and I knew I wouldn't be able to pull myself away
soon. As I fought the temptation to take her again I
heard a sound as I saw her shift slightly on the ground.
Turning my gaze to her face I saw her expression contort
from pain and a slight groan slip from her lips.
Thankfully her eyes were still closed so after one last
lingering look at her to try and fix it in my mind I
turned and left, still fighting my desire to go back and
fuck her again, to make her scream and beg and to make
her feel worthless like I was so accustomed to feeling.
Mostly though I wanted her to know that I, the person
she mocked and sneered at, had taken what I wanted from
her and she had been had the powerless one this time.
I knew then that I wanted to do this again, I felt
confident I would get away with this one as no one had
seen me around the area or near her. But no matter how
foolish it would be to tempt fate by trying again, I
knew that the darkness I had unleashed would not go long
without demanding tribute.
A slight cruel smile twisting my lips as I walked on I
wondered if I would ever feel like the old pathetic me
again or would I keep this new feeling of freedom and
power. I know which I would prefer that's for sure, I
thought with a dark chuckle.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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