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With a few quick twists he has her hands tied tightly behind her back. As soon as he is done she starts wringing her hands, looking for play in the ropes. Much to her dismay there is none, and she can feel her fingers tingling already. He can tell from the way she went rigid and still that the bonds are too tight, but no matter he thinks, they won’t be on long. Wrapping his fingers back up in her hair and giving her head a wrench he pulls her from the wall, spinning her and slamming her back into it, all the while pushing her down to her knees. Her gaze, pleading, catches his eyes and he smiles. Plead and cry she might, it only makes him want to take more. 

She thinks about resisting, refusing to perform, but the light she see’s in those eyes dims all other thought, and when he presents his cock to her, her mouth sags open. He isn’t interested in skill right now, this is about the brutality of the moment, and he fucks her open mouth with abandon, relishing the gagging noises in the back of her throat, the muscles convulsing around the head of his cock, the tears streaming from her eyes. Stopping every few strokes to let her gasp a breath he shoves it back in, before dragging her again to her feet. With a slap across her cheek, he tells her what a mess she is with drool and tears dripping from her chin.

Untying her hands he gives her a moment to rub some feeling back into them, before roughly propelling her towards the bedroom, and shoving her down on the bed. “Strip” he hisses at her, before leaving the room for a few minutes. Over she rolls, hands and fingers working frantically to remove the few items of clothing she is wearing. She almost manages it, only her panties remain halfway to her ankles when he comes back into the room, and he smiles, quickly wiping it from his face before she can see. Grabbing the panties he rips them from her body, bending down to whisper once again in her ear, to tell her just how much trouble she is in now.

She moans again as she feels his weight settle onto the bed beside her, his breath hot on the back of her neck, running his fingers scant millimeters above her skin before snatching them away again to hear her gasp in anticipation. Again and again his fingers dance across her before the first strike, winding her deep into false expectation wound tight with the inevitability of his desires.

Then the words started to roll from his mouth. A torrent of whispers that buffeted her from every angle as he decries her worth, her stature, her place in this world, and casts her deeper into his grasp, her hips rising involuntarily to greet the increasing strikes of his hand. This he encourages, digging his fingers into her sides to raise her further up, her body responding to its abuse with rolling waves of movement, belying her sounds of dismay. Harder and more rapidly he hits her, until she is nothing but a frenzy of sound and movement, lost between desire and agony, fleeing or riding it out, his touch and the abyss that lies beyond it.

She doesn’t really notice when he stops, every nerve in her body already alight from the seemingly endless stream of strikes. She doesn’t even feel him rise from the bed at her side, but when he grabs her by the ankles and pulls her to the end of the bed, she starts to take notice, and when he slaps her again across the face she snaps back to the present, her eyes flying open with that pleading gaze. The smile that meets those begging eyes makes her cringe inside, the seething rage beneath that hooded look brooks no quarter, he has no plans of going easy on her.

Pushing her knees up to her chest, he plunges into her pussy in one swift movement, no time for her to adjust to his girth, and she squeaks in protest, attempting to raise her hands to his thighs and block his progress. He smacks her hands out of the way, roughly tossing them above her head and growling at her to keep them there, while he pounds into her. Grabbing the backs of her thighs tightly he pushes her knees up even further, squeezing hard, until they touch the bed on either side of her, and continues to thrust, slamming himself into her pussy and enjoying the grimaces of pain that flash across her face, and the moans of desire and despair that escape from her lips.

Tossing her head back and forth she struggles to keep her arms above her head, to not interfere in his abuse of her body, knowing full well how bad it can get if she resists. Leaning forward he wraps his fingers around her throat, hands so large they reach almost all the way, and digs his fingers into her to see her wince again. With steady pressure he blocks off her air, and her eyes start to widen behind closed lids. She tries to slow her breathing, remain calm, but its no use and her body starts to thrash beneath him as she struggles to draw breath. Letting go he lets her draw one heaving gasp before replacing his hand, brutally impaling her on his cock as he deprives her of her very life one millisecond at a time. This time her thrashing puts him over the edge, and he explodes into her, pushing as far inside as he can, releasing her throat as he does so. As she gasps and heaves for air, he pulls away from her and she falls to the side, curled into a ball.

He smiles down at her, an evil smile as he contemplates continuing before glancing over at the clock. Instead, he gathers his clothes, and gets ready to go. Before he leaves, he stops, and leans down over her prone form, whispering again in her ear.

“See, I told you we had time for a quickie”

Soft sobs are the only reply as he closes the door behind him.