Monster in my Closet

Kathryn felt like a mess of emotions as he raped and beat her young body and somewhere inside of her she felt something welling up to the surface that had long been supressed. It was something that she couldn\'t quite put into words, but in the sort of situation she was in it felt good. She actually liked it, even though it did scare her and it did make her cry, but those actions seemed to arouse her even more and brought forth within Rich a side in which he didn\'t even realize he had. She did something to him, she made him want her like no other, and yet to have their satisfaction he tortured and beat her body senseless until she cried out her vicious, otherworldly release.

Rich pressed into her small, tight little pussy as far in as he could go, her blood helping to lubricate his dick, her pussy already soaked to the core. She cried because it hurt so bad, and she had known the first time would hurt, but not like this, he was so big and so long. Kathryn felt so full with him inside of her, she knew she would be very sore afterwards. He wrapped his hands around her neck, squeezing her just tight enough so that it impeded her breathing a bit, wanting to bruise that soft, pale flesh of hers, wanting to make his mark all over her fucking body. The blood had finally stopped oozing from the bite wound he inflicted and the blood dried on her chest and some down her back, and he saw the nail marks were still visible under the large red welts he had raised. Her cheek was bruised in the shape of his palm and it would take a bit of concealer to cover that mark up.

She bit her lip as he pulled himself back, ridges and veins adding to the uncomfortable friction as he pulled out to his fat mushroom head, then sinking himself back inside her, so smooth and so buttery soft, and so very young. And she was so wet for him. He started a fast paced rhythm within her then, not caring if he hurt her, he wanted it to hurt her, and he wanted to hear her scream. Scream his name. She felt as if her insides were being torn apart at first and she buried her head in her comforter, not wanting him to see her cry for fear of more punishment. But as he fucked her, the pain grew less and less until it became pleasurable, in a sick and twisted way. By all laws and constitutions he was raping a teenage girl, abusing her and beating her, but to them it was an all-consuming maniacal sexual frenzy, turning into the careful balance of power between a master and his slave, to whom he d dod do what he wished.

The way he acted was still like monster-like to her, and his mind was so barbaric and if one dared to look close enough into his eyes, they could see it written as plain as day. But maybe some just didn\'t care to look, as her parents didn\'t. But she wouldn\'t be telling them anyhow. Rich pounded his rigid cock into her torn and bruised pussy, riding her like a dog in heat, feeling the incredible rush of heat from between her legs consume him like a flame. He squeezed her neck, somewhat cutting off her air supply, making her feel a little dizzy, but her body was on fire. He was mounted on her like the male beast taking what was rightfully his, the joining of their bodies being heard throughout the room, the wet slapping sound becoming their melody.

This small, fragile girl having such a large cock shoved up her pussy, it was almost too much for them to handle and he knew that at this rate they both wouldn\'t take long. She felt the pleasure inside of her building, his cock hitting at a spot inside of her that drove her crazy with desire, his large balls swinging into her cunt, the rough hair around his dick scratching at her delicate lips as he thrust into her. And God she felt so good, she was tighter than anything he had ever felt and she was so willing, such a bad, dirty little girl, she nd tod to be taught who was in charge of her. He pounded her, choking her while he was at it, bringing her up off of the ground with each thrust, slamming her into her bed while she struggled to take in a breath.

Such a perfect neighborhood. Who knew that this was going on in the upstairs bedroom of the newest family\'s house? He then kept one of his large hands wrapped tightly around her slender little neck, letting the other one fall to her breasts, grabbing ahold of of thf the plump mounds and squeezing it in his hand, dragging his nails deeply across it, over her nipple, pinching the little nub in his fingers, pinching it until it was flattened in his fingers, hearing a choked moan escape from her mouth. \"You like that do you,\" he spat out at her. She cried out, feeling his hand move to her other breast, dragging the sharp edges of his nails along her skin, cutting into her flesh and leaving bloody red stripes, pinching and rolling that tortured peak in his fingers until she screamed. Then his hand moved back up to her neck, clenching it twice as hard, feeling himself falling away as his impending climax grew nearer. He fucked her harder than before, bringing them ever closer.

Kathryn felt faint but her body was roiling with unsurmounted passion, her entire being shaking on its pedestal before it collapsed, sending her careening into madness. Kathryn screamed his name over and over again as his cock dragged in and out of her in an animalistic rhythm, one only they understood. She squirted her sweet juices all over him and all over herself, clamping down spasmically around him. She had never had an orgasm this intense before. With a renewed intensity, Rich found more inner strength and fucked her so hard that her knees gave out beneath her and he pushed her into the bed, another orgasm overtaking her. He came into her like a jackhammer, harder than ever before. And Kathryn turned her head to the side as far as it would go and cried out to him. \"Make me yours Rich,\" she cried out and she thought she heard him growl, that was all he could take and he screamed his release, fists clenching her neck in a bruising force, his cock shuddering as he came inside of her wet pussy.

They both collapsed on top of her bed, his dick still inside her, their breathing slowing down somewhat, his hands unwrapping themselves from around her now bruised neck. He rolled off of her, standing up and pulling his pants back up. He flipped Kathryn over and his icy eyes burnt into hers. \"Remember who owns you now you little slut. Be at my doorstep tomorrow at noon, and I want you wearing no underwear, do you understand?\" Kathryn shook her head as his eyes continued to bore into hers and then he was gone. She put a nightgown on and settled into her bed, thoroughly exhausted and ready for tomorrow. Rich went outside as if nothing had happened and joined in the conversation like any other normal person wou




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