Litter

She woke up and he was suckling her right nipple, holding her down by the hips.  She just stared at him blankly, mentally numb.  Everything ached.

How much time has passed, she wondered dully.  Is anyone even looking for me?

Her breasts were bruised; he’d been biting them too.  She realised he’d put duct tape over her mouth.  Absently she reached up to pull it off, but he caught her by the wrist.

“No.”  He smiled nastily.  “I’m glad you’re awake.”

He sat back.  “Get on all fours.”

She stared at him, uncomprehending.  He slapped her.  “Do as I say, you filthy little bitch.”

Sluggishly, Laura did so, wincing all the while.  Under the duct tape, she groaned as be pushed three fingers into her ass.

“I don’t even have to prep you,” he declared.  “You’re perfectly stretched out.”

He shoved his cock into her all the way.  She grunted.  It hurt, but not nearly as must as the fisting.

He held her by the hips, jerking her back onto him.  He began pounding harder and then it began hurting more and her muscles began clenching around his thick cock.

“Ah,” he sighed.  “Good girl.  You feel me in you now, don’t you?”

Laura feebly moaned in response.

He thrust hard, in and out, in and out, harder and harder, his fingers digging into her hips tightly, his cock pushing into her deeply, rubbing against raw flesh.

A hand let go of her hip, reaching around to rub her clit.  Laura twitched, her body reacting in unwilling twinges of pleasure, making her tighten even more around him.  His hands slid up, grabbing her breasts, jerking her down onto him, growing rougher.

He withdrew abruptly and lay down.  He pulled her up and pulled her on top of him, quickly impaling her and forcing her to move, her legs spread either side of him.  He yanked on her wrists to pull her forwards and push her back, thrusting his hips up, urging her on.

He grunted with each movement as he got closer and closer to his climax, while Laura just stared blankly ahead, her pain wracked body tightening around him.

He was moving so fast now that she was practically bouncing up and down on his cock.  The pushed her off again, flung her on all fours, and slammed his cock in her ass frantically, thrusting painfully hard.

He let out a roar as he came.  He thrust a few more times before pulling out.

Laura thought it over, finally, but he rammed four fingers into her, pumping furiously for several minutes.  She could only lie there, her legs spread wide, taking it.

He wiped his hand on her ass and stood up.  She glanced up at him when she heard him pull up his pants and buckle his jeans.

He tossed some paper towel at her.  Laura sat up shakily, staring at him fearfully.

“Tell anyone,” he said calmly, “and I’ll kill you.”

Laura nodded, believing him.

“Clean yourself up and make sure you put the trash in the bin.”