Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

Okay, so all she'd been after was some groping, and instead she'd gotten herself fucked. So big deal.

But she changed, becoming timid around me. She stopped prancing around in her undies, and even wore a bra. When I saw her, which wasn't often, she was in a heavy, thick sweat-suit.

This got me worrying. If she was fucked up was she gonna tell someone? I mean, the world was so stupid about sex. The little bitch had gotten herself a good fuck, but the world would see her as a poor abused waif in need of therapy for the next ten years.

And me, of course, as the scumbag who'd raped his poor, innocent, virginal little teenage sister, "Shit!" I knew I hadda do something about this. I wasn't about to have the dumb little cunt getting me into some serious trouble with the law.

I heard her in the kitchen, a couple of afternoons later. She'd come down the back stairs, ho doubt to avoid me. I decided I was going to confront her, so went out there.

She was in a sweat suit again, and I snorted in disgust. She turned, eyes wide, startled, then quickly turned back to the sandwich she was making on the counter.

"What's with you?" I demanded.

"Nothing," she said.

"Don't give me that shit. Why are you acting like a mouse all the time?"

"I'm not," she said, not turning around.

I came up behind her and gripped her arms. She tensed, and I turned her around to face me. She looked down at the floor.

"What is with you? Are you pissed because I fucked you?"

"You raped me," she said in an accusing tone, still staring at the floor.

"Yeah, and you came… twice."

She tensed, but didn't reply.

"You been wagging your bare ass in my face every chance you get. Don't think I don't know how you were jerking off on my leg when I spanked you either."

She jerked in shock, but didn't raise her face. I gripped her hair and jerked her head up to find her face red.

"Let me go!"

She struggled free, wide-eyed, gasping.

"You think you're some kind of victim because you got yourself a good hard cock?" I demanded. "You got exactly what you wanted, you little whore."

"I'm not a whore!" she shouted. "You raped me!"

"I didn't rape you, you hot assed slut! You begged for it."

"When mom and…" She stopped, glowering crimson red.

"What? What; you gonna tell them how you jerked off on my knees? Gonna tell em' how you fucked your cherry out with your hairbrush?"

I was pissed off. Her attitude made no fucking sense. It was typical for dumb bitches to think like that, of course. If they so much as let a guy cop a feel they're filled with guilt afterwards.

She slapped me and I grabbed her wrists, slamming them back against the cupboards over her head, using my body to press her back against the counter. She struggled, cursing, and I determinedly pulled her wrists together, then turned her around, pulling them back behind her head.

Her hair was bound in a ponytail, and I pulled the tail up and wrapped it around her wrists, then shifted my grip to include it, jerking her head back.

She cried out in pain as I turned her around, her head held back by her hair.

I squeezed her pussy and she yelled, trying to kick at me. I laughed and jammed her against the counter again, pinning her legs between mine as I shoved my hand down the front of her loose sweat pants.

"Don't! Don't touch me! Let me go!" she screamed.

I ignored her, my fingers slipping into her panties and down through her pussy hair to cup her naked mound. I squeezed it repeatedly, then stroked my fingers up and down its length.

"You know what your problem is, Gwen?" I hissed into her ear. "You're afraid to admit you're a whore. You're afraid to admit you're a hot slutty little fuck machine that needs cock. You were built for fucking, baby, built for fucking and sucking! You ought to be chained to a bed with a line of guys running down the fucking block waiting for a chance between your legs!"

I forced a finger inside her writhing body, up into her hole. I felt her heat, and her moisture, moisture that grew as I finger fucked her. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing and grind it as I pinned her body tightly between the counter and me.

"Don't try and tell me you didn't love it, Gwen," I hissed. "Don't try and pretend to yourself you didn't feel the heat and pleasure when I pounded my cock into you! You know you did. I could feel your hot little snatch sucking and spasming around my cock when you came!"

"Nooooooo," she sobbed, trembling.

"Yes! Yes! You're a whore! A whore!" I spat. "You and this hot fucking body were made for cocks! You won't ever be happy without a cock inside you! You're a fuck machine! A fuck toy! Say it! Say it!"

I jerked back harder on her hair and she cried out through her sobs.

"I… I'm a f… fuck toy!" she sobbed.

"Again!"

"I'm a fuck toy!"

I forced a second finger into her snatch, pumping them both in and out, then a third, driving them up hard into her trembling, sweating body I leaned in and bit down on the side of her throat as I slowly turned her, easing my body back.

She didn't fight or struggle. She stood there with her head back, sobbing, moaning, and then I saw her hips starting to grind, her pelvis starting to hump against my fingers.

"Yeah! Work it, slut! Work your pussy on my fingers! Try and tell me you don't like it! Ha! Fucking whore! Fucking cock loving slut!"

She let out a sharp cry, and I felt the tension against my upper hand ease as she jerked her own head backwards. I thrust into her even harder, feeling her cunt sucking and chewing on my fingers, watching her hips humping and grinding desperately.

"Whore! Fucking whore!" I sneered, jamming my fingers up her spasming little snatch, as she collapsed against me.

I let go of her hair and hands, and clutched her tightly, then dragged her backwards, turned her around and shoved her against the table. I pushed down, bending her over, then gripped the waistband of her pants and jerked them down to her thighs. I pulled her panties down too, exposing her soft round buttocks.

Gwen moaned and wriggled slowly, but didn't resist as I pulled out my prick and rubbed it along her gash. I slapped her ass, and she yelped, but still didn't resist. I forced my cock through the tight entrance to her hole, then sank it deep.

My hands slid up her body, forcing her sweatshirt up higher, then jerking it up over her shoulders, over her head. I tossed it off, grinding my hips into her soft ass meat as I ran my hands up and down her back. I undid her bra and jerked that off too, but this time she kind of clutched at it weakly.

I tore it loose, smacking the back of her head. I started pumping, my hands moving under her chest and cupping those fat tits as I ran my meat in and out of her soft, wet slit. She moaned and humped back, gasping and grunting as my hips pounded into her.

She tried to spread her legs, but her panties and pants were still around her thighs. I ripped my cock free, then jerking her legs into the air and yanking her pants and panties off, tossing them across the room.

Then I dropped her legs and spread them.

Gwen lifted her ass, pushing it back at me as I drove my cock against her gash. She cried out in pleasure as I sank it in to the balls.

"Yeah! You, love that don't you whore? You love a big cock sliding up into your slutty cunt! Don't you? Slut! Whore! Fucking cock loving cunt!"

I fucked into her hard and fast, still angry, pounding my meat into the groaning, whimpering little slut's gasps as she pushed back weakly, awkwardly.

I wasn't sure what I was doing, why I was treating her like this, but it was getting me off, and it seemed to be getting her off too. I was going to convince her she was a slut and a whore, convince her I had done nothing wrong, that, presuming she wanted to assign blame, it was all hers.