J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

"Goddamn it!" he yelled at her.

Sally then turned the can upside down splashing beer over Bill's shirt. She quickly turned and started running away. She was mad. He wasn't going to treat her like that. Not Bill. Duke may have been man enough to treat her rough, but not Bill. Bill was a weakling. He'd better look out or she'd cut his balls off.

Bill caught her in three strides.

His strong arm clamped down on her arm. She tried to tug away, but he was too strong. She tried to hit him but he twisted her arm up behind her.

"You are a class one bitch," he said.

He twisted her arm until the pain shot up her shoulder. Tears stung at her eyes. She found that her knees were growing weak and she could do nothing but slowly sink down to the ground.

"Please, Bill!"

She didn't want to say the words but the pain forced them out of her.

"Please, Bill," he mimicked her. "Now that's a little better. But I want you to beg me a little more."

He twisted her arm again and a gasp of pain tore from her throat.

"Please Bill," she begged him. "Please don't. Please don't hurt me anymore."

"Damn if I will," Bill said. "You've got a lesson to learn, and I'm going to teach it to you."

Bill was scared. He knew that this time he either had to break Sally or let her go. He wanted her beaten. He wanted to be able to tell her what to do for a change. But he knew he would never have the nerve to do anything else to her if this didn't work.

He gathered his courage and slapped her hard.

Sally gasped. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Not from Bill. Not from her puppet, Bill, who minded every word she'd ever told him. It couldn't be happening. But it was.

He was slapping her face harder and harder and bringing tears to her eyes.

"Stop," she said. "Please stop."

He didn't stop. He kept slapping her harder and harder. It was not only the pain but the humiliation. To be so treated by anyone. She promised herself she would never slap Coach Marylynn again.

"Oh my God, Bill," she moaned. "Stop. I'll get you another beer. I'll do anything!"

He released her.

Sally had intended to go for his throat the minute he let her up, but she changed her mind. She got up and dusted herself off. She went to the car and got his beer. She was going to pour this one on him, too. She was going to kick his teeth in. She looked at his grinning face. She was going to shove the can right down his throat.

She handed it to him with trembling fingers.

"Sit down, Sally," he said.

She didn't know what was wrong with her but she found herself sitting down. She realized she was actually minding Bill. She was doing what he said.

"Kiss me, Sally," he said.

She raised her head and kissed him on his lips. He pushed her away.

"Not there," he said. "You know where."

She nodded. She kept telling herself that she wasn't going to. She had kissed his cock before, but that had only been to lubricate him for Marylynn.

But now she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to suck his cock until he came. He wanted Sally to taste his cum. She just couldn't do that, she thought.

Yet she found herself fumbling at his zipper, pulling it down. She reached inside and found his cock bunched in his shorts. He wasn't hard. She undid his belt and he lifted his hips so that she could pull his trousers down. She pulled at his shorts so that his clothes were all bunched around his knees.

"Now," he said. "Kiss that thing, Sally. This is what you've always wanted."

She knew the words were true. She could feel hot flashes of excitement going through her. It was no longer Sally who was in command. Bill was and he would always be.

She lifted his limp cock and pressed her lips to it. She felt his prick swelling under her lips. She ran her hot tongue down the underside of his meaty cock. She tongued his scrotum and then drew each of his balls into her mouth.

Sally wanted to give him a good blow. She wanted him to have the best blow he'd ever had. She kept sucking on his balls until he pulled at her head.

"Put me in your mouth," he commanded.

Her pussy was burning hot as Sally lowered her mouth onto his swollen cock. She could taste his salty juices. He drank his beer and patted her on the head.

"You're doing good," he said. "You'll learn to do better."

She drew his thick shaft deep in her throat. She had him pushed against the back of her throat and could feel his wet stickiness brushing the inside of her mouth.

"Do it," he moaned. "Do it, Sally! Suck it down when I come in your mouth! Suck it and swallow it up good."

She wanted him to come quickly, but it seemed like hours before she felt his first hot spurt in the back of her throat. She went down on him as far as she could. Mother hot spurt and her mouth was filled. She almost couldn't take it all. It oozed out of the corner of her mouth and dripped on her dress. He grabbed her by the titties as he pounded his prick deep into her mouth.

"OH JESUS, SALLY!" he cried.

His hot prick kept jumping in her throat. She swallowed more of his thick white jism and finally he was done. His prick gave one last spurt and she felt him go limp. She drew her head away.

"You're not done," he said. "Clean me with your hair, but first go and get me another beer."

She did as she was told. When she got back she took handfuls of her hair and rubbed it up and down his cock. She rubbed his salty jism into her hair.

She finished and looked up at him.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

Her hot cunt was burning as she quickly stripped out of her clothes. He directed her to bend over on her hands and knees and she had her head on the ground and her quivering ass high in the air.

He was hard again. He mounted her dog-style and she felt his tough cock plunge into her deeper than anyone had gone before. God, it was exciting. Sally knew she'd met the man she had been looking for and he'd been around all the time.

"Fuck me," Sally cried. "Fuck me hard!"

She could feel her hot juices flowing as he fucked her. He pumped his prick into her wet cunt with deep, hard strokes. She pushed her cunt against him, crying out with the excitement that racked her body.

Spasms of pleasure shook her as she started coming.

"Oh Jesus!" she cried. "Oh Jesus, you're making me feel good! Oh Jesus, Bill!"

They came together. She felt his hot cum enter her cunt at the same lime her pleasure intensified.

She felt as though her entire body were exploding. She ground herself against him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"God!" she cried. "Oh God!"

He fell away from her. She remained like that until he told her she could move. She cuddled up next to him and he pushed her away.

"Don't get close unless I tell you," he said.

Bill was very satisfied with himself. He had conquered Sally. He knew that she was going to be his very own plaything from now on. Nobody at school would ever believe that Sally could be treated this way.

He gave her a pat on her ass.

"Get me another beer," he said.

Sally was quick to jump to his command.

Sally finished her last problem and hurried outside. Mr. Pucket gave her a smile and she returned. She knew she had done well on the exam. She had been putting some real long hours of study in all her classes.

Bill had demanded that she quit returning favors for good grades.

From now on she belonged to Bill and she loved it.

She found Bill in the parking lot talking to his friends about girls. Sally stood nearby and waited for them to finish. Bill saw her and called her over.

"How'd you do on the exam?" Bill asked. "I made an A," Sally said. "I'm sure I did."

"I think you deserve a reward for that." Sally wondered what he meant. Some of Bill's friends were gathering around so that they formed a circle around them. She realized that they couldn't be seen from the road, or from the school. All that could be seen would be the boys' broad backs.