The Punishment Well-Deserved

This is a work of fiction. I do not endorse non-consensual sex or any of the activities related thereto. Rape is a violation of the fundamental right to dignity and an abhorrence to society as a whole. This is merely a fantasy.

Stacy slowly drifted out of the realms of deepest sleep. As her eyes fluttered open she lay dreamily for a moment enjoying the feeling of the sunshine splashing across her body. She was lying on her back on her large four-poster bed and for a moment she just lay there dozily. As she came more awake she lifted her head from the pillow and looked down towards the door at the foot of the bed. It was at that moment she realized she was completely naked and lying on top of the covers. She tried to move her right hand to cover herself but was unable to do so. Still in a sleep befuddled state she turned her head to see what was obstructing her hand movement. Her right hand was firmly tied to the bedpost with a short piece of rope. Still sleepy she turned nd looked at her left hand. It was trussed up in a similar manner. All of a sudden she was completely awake as a feeling of disconcertment formed in her stomach.

What was happening? Why was she tied up and who had done this to her? These thoughts crashed around in her head for several seconds; but, she was unable to answer them. What had happened the night before? She had been to a club with a couple of old school friends but they had left early. She had sat alone at the bar for a while but hadn't had very much to drink. After that she couldn't remember anything. She thought she had spoken to someone, but wasn't entirely sure who it was. The barman had been friendly but no more than barmen usually were to her. She had absolutely no recollection of how she had gotten home. Her body felt fine so she didn't think anyone had interfered with her; but, someone had definitely taken off her clothes and tied her up. Whatever had happened, the fact that she was naked and tied to a bed did not bode well for her, and she felt her panic begin to rise. She had to get out before whoever had done this to her came back.

Stacy spent a few minutes wiggling around trying to loosen her ties, but whoever had done them had done an expert job. There was no way she could free herself and her attempt to untie the knot with her fingers was unsuccessful. After a few minutes of trying she lay back on the pillow helplessly. By this stage the knot of fear in her stomach had grown and she was beginning to panic. Her nakedness left her feeling exposed and she was terrified that any moment someone would come in through the closed bedroom door and her worst fears would be realized. She forced herself to think of other things. Panic would not help her in this situation.

Despite the terrifying situation she was in, Stacy looked down at her naked body with pleasure. She was 23 but had the body of a teenager. Her breasts were small and pert. They were lusciously creamy and tipped by little, pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and hard from exercise and even her little belly button was cute as it broke the even surface. Her stomach curved gracefully downwards into her navel and Stacy's pussy nestled snugly between her thighs. She kept it completely shaven and her pussy lips were smooth and sensual. Stacy's vagina was small, like a young girl's fanny, and she knew it was very tight. Her hips were the only sign of womanhood on her young body. They curved out gracefully from her waist, melting into her strong thighs. Her ass was tight and beautifully shaped. She knew her ass was one of her best features and it added greatly to her allure. She wished her legs were a little longer but they were attractive nonetheless. They were a light bronze colour from time spent in the sun and they melted beautifully into the creamy whiteness of her ass.

Her face was small and pixie-like. It was attractive in a cute, mischievous sort of way. Stacy usually wore her hair tied back in a pony tail, but her captor had removed her hair tie while she slept so it flowed down over her shoulders in a golden cascade. Her nose was small and ever so slightly snubbed, with a sprinkling of very light freckles across it. Stacy's eyes were by far her best quality. They were large and a bright piercing blue with long, dark lashes. Her eyes saved her from mere prettiness and gave her face true beauty.

She was a stunning girl and she dressed to accentuate the fact. She loved to wear skirts and dresses with very skimpy underwear. Even though she didn't think of herself as a slut she still liked it when men couldn't take their eyes off her. Every once in a while, she would take off her panties, slip into a short skirt and go sit in some position of prominence. She would sit with her legs slightly open and every man who passed couldn't resist a quick glance at her sweet fanny. Her favourite skirt for such escapades was a short plaid one which flared at the hips. It made her feel like a naughty schoolgirl dressing up to tease her classmates.

Despite all this, she was still technically a virgin. On the night of her 18th birthday her daddy had stumbled into her room while she was in bed; he was reeking of liquor and was wearing only an open bathrobe. Stacy was terrified as he stripped the sheet off her bed and bent over her and kissed her hard on the mouth. As he kissed her, he clumsily shoved his hand up under her nightdress. He searched around with his fingers between her legs until he found her young, sweet vagina. Then he had forced his index finger up between her pussy lips and brutally fingered her while he stroked his own cock with his other hand. He had been rough, working her hole and her clit with his large fingers. His hard touch had aroused her and soon she came in a massive orgasm which gripped her whole body and flooded out over the clean white sheets. The feel of her hot juices pouring over his hand had been too much for her daddy and he had ejaculated all over her tits. When he was finished he left the room closing the door behind him; leaving her lying on her damp sheets with his sticky cum all over her upper body.

She had moved out of the house soon after, not wanting to give him a chance to fuck her properly. However, she still felt ashamed and abused by the experience and it had left deep emotional scars on her. Since then she hadn't been with anyone though she occasionally masturbated in the shower. She always used her index finger and even that was tight in her small pussy. Each time she came deliciously, her pussy juice flooding down her legs in a warm cascade, leaving her gasping for air. However, despite her ability to pleasure herself, she secretly wondered what it would feel like to have a real cock inside her.

She suddenly heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and the terror in her stomach suddenly took hold of her. She thrashed around for a few seconds trying to get free, but to no avail. Then she heard a key in the door and she lay back quietly. Whoever her captor was, it would be best not to anger him. The door slowly opened and a completely naked man walked in. She recognized him and for a second warm relief flooded through her. It was Sean, a friend of hers from college. 'Had he come to rescue her? Wait, if he was her rescuer, why was he naked? Maybe he was captive too? But then why did he have a key?' As she lay there in confusion he walked to the end of the bed and looked down at her. Her nipples slowly hardened in embarrassment as he stared at her naked body. She curled up her legs and turned onto her side in an attempt to hide her delicate pussy from his gaze. He looked at her and smiled. It was a cruel smile, mocking her futile attempt at modesty.

"Sean, what's happening? Did you do this?"

Her words pierced the silence of the room and she could hear the edge of panic in her voice. He said nothing, just stood there looking at her.

"No, Sean. Don't look at me like that. Untie me now."

She tried to make her voice sound commanding but she was scared and it came out merely as a whimper. She knew she was at his mercy. She was completely powerless in the hands of her captor. He could do anything to her and she would have absolutely no chance of stopping him.

He had loved her at one stage. She knew that. Even though he had never said the words he had always adored her. She had led him on at first but, she had rejected his advances after a while; and she knew that had hurt him very deeply. He had never spoken to her again after that. Choosing to ignore her when she tried to talk to him. However, occasionally she had looked up in class and seen him staring at her with a possessive, primeval gaze that had disconcerted her immensely. She had no idea what he was capable of; what thoughts swirled around in his head behind those smoky, green eyes. He was not an unattractive man. His blonde hair was cropped short and he was tall and muscular. Seeing him naked confirmed her suspicion that he was well-gifted. His penis hung down between his legs, long and thick. Even in his nudity his posture was dignified. The reason she had rejected him was because she had felt a little disconcerted in his presence. Now that disconcertment was becoming manifest in his actions.

As Sean stood over her he slowly took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it. After a few seconds of stroking, his member began to swell and soon he was fully erect. His cock was large, though not disproportionately so. He was uncircumcised and the purple head peeked out from beneath his foreskin skin, like an eye staring down at her naked body. He stood there stroking himself for about a minute then he walked around the side of the bed and gently rubbed its head against the outside of her thigh. He was brushing the tip against her slow deft strokes, like a painter testing his canvas. Her skin was smooth and soft and cool against his raging erection. From her thigh he moved it up to her stomach where he lingered around her belly button for a few seconds.

Stacy thought he would be drawn down to her sex; to press his hardness between her soft sweet pussy lips, but instead he moved up her body and began to rub his cock over her small breasts. He began to tease her hard nipple with his cock, pulling back the foreskin so that he could rub his purple head against the pink tip of her nipple. After a few seconds of teasing he moved his huge cock down and rubbed the full length between her breasts. He repeated the process with her other nipple and when he pushed his cock into her cleavage he took hold of one of her tits in each hand and pushed them together; then he gently began to fuck her breasts. It was a strange sensation as his hard member slid between her breasts, but not an unpleasant one. His rhythm was slow and his hands were soft. In comparison his rod was like burning iron and she could feel it throbbing between her tits. After a few minutes of this he let go of her breasts and took his cock in his hand again.

By this stage his cock was rearing to go. He was trembling as he started to rub his cock into her shaven armpit. But he continued with his actions slowly, methodically; wanting to get a feel of the body he was about to defile. He ran his cock up the length of her arm until he reached her little hand. He pushed his member into her palm and she grasped it tightly with her fist. He shuddered as her fingers put pressure on his sensitive cock. For a few seconds he gently thrust her hand, forcing her to masturbate him, then he pulled himself from her grasp and before Stacy knew it, he was astride her lower body. He was on all fours and his manhood was pointed directly at her sex.

Sean's face was inches from her own and she found herself staring into his merciless eyes. She had hoped to see some glimmer of pity there but his eyes were completely glazed over with lust. He wanted his cock in her tight vagina and that was all that mattered to him in that moment. Stacy tried to clamp her own legs together in a hopeless attempt to protect herself but he lifted his knee and forced it between her thighs. She felt her legs open and he moved his other knee between her legs to give him the leverage to pull them wide apart. She could feel her pussy open up as her legs spread and she was gripped by terror. Stacy was splayed under him and completely at his mercy. By this stage the head of his cock was brushing against her sex. She knew what was coming but she knew that nothing could prepare her for it. The next few minutes would change her forever.

Sean reached down and took his penis in his right hand. He guided the head of his large cock into Stacy's vagina. She felt her pussy lips cleft apart by his member as the huge head settled in her pussy. She let out a groan as she his cock rubbed against her clit as it slid in. The tip was resting on her hole. She closed her eyes, tried to imagine she was somewhere else; but, all she could think of was the pain he was about to cause her and the bitter humiliation she would suffer at his hands.

Then he began to fuck her.

His rhythm was slow to begin with, his throbbing penis delving painfully slowly into her tight vagina. His first stroke seemed like it lasted for eternity. She was whimpering as he forced himself inside her inch by inch. Her hole was stretching to accommodate his girth and she knew that her tightness must be an exquisite sensation for his cock. She knew the pleasure he was getting from her sexy girlish body and she hated him for taking her innocence; for defiling her with his lust. She could picture his cockhead delving inside her, the tight grip of her hole pulling back the skin to expose its angry purple head. She half-expected him to cum on his first deep thrust, but he had more control than that. He was going to draw out this for as long as he could.

As he reached the end of the end of that first interminable thrust, his taut balls rubbed against the bottom of her fanny and she felt his cock twitch inside her at the intensity of the sensation. He was deep inside her as he could go and she could feel her pussy gripping him tightly, trying to force out this intrusion. He slowly began to pull back and she could feel her pussy lips rubbing against his shaft. His first thrust had been slow and deliberate, preparing her little hole for what was to come.

His second thrust was not so gentle.

He placed his hands on her ass to give him more power for the plunge. Now his whole body was on top of her and she could feel herself being crushed by his weight. He pulled back until just his head was inside her then he rammed himself into her with all his strength. His cock tore into her, splitting her vagina. She couldn't help herself as she moaned loudly in his ear even though she knew this would only goad him to fiercer passion. This time he didn't pause at the culmination of his thrust, instead he pulled out and rammed her again, deeper and harder than before. Her pussy was stretching, allowing him to push even deeper inside her. She felt about to burst as the large penis filled her. She could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his chest with his every stroke. He was pummelling her as hard as he could. His cock pounding her tight little hole.

As he ravished her, Stacy saw him lose control completely. His earlier reticence was gone, replaced by savage lust. As he delved deeper into her sex, Stacy felt her body begin to betray her. At first it was nothing but a slight warmth deep in her belly, but slowly the feeling began to spread through her extremities. His cock was rubbing against her most sensitive areas and soon she could feel a warm dampness between her thighs and the growing sensation of passion deep inside her. She recognized the signs of an oncoming orgasm and she hated herself for it. It was bad enough that he was raping her, but her own excitement would legitimize his actions and increase his own savage satisfaction. Despite herself, her pussy began to wetten. His passage into her became more easy as her juices lubricated her sex. After a couple of minutes, his cock was slickly coated by her wetness, its hardness increasing her lust by the second. He continued to thrust her, his hands gripping tightly to her ass cheeks and his pace becoming more furious.

They both climaxed in the same instant. As his hot cum shot forth deep inside her pussy, something exploded in her vagina. She came passionately as her wetness flooded out over the sheet. She wrapped her legs around his back pulling him deeper into her, wanting him to fill every part of her body with his flaming cock. In that instant she forgot that she was being raped as she rode her own blazing orgasm. She could feel her hot juices bursting out of her, furthered by his convulsing cock deep in her wet cunt. The scent of their sex filled the room as it poured out of her. Both of their lower bodies were soaked with Stacy's cum and the moment of their release seemed to drag on for an eternity. None of her masturbation had ever ended like this. Her eyes glazed over as she felt the sweet release of her orgasm and she opened her mouth and moaned away the intensity of her satisfaction. His breathing was rough in her ear as he deposited his load inside her fanny. He had been waiting for this moment for a long while, though this had far exceeded his expectations. Her own arousal had milked new realms of pleasure for his cock. Her moaning pleased him. He had done this. He had made the princess cum. His actions alone had elicited this response from her. He came inside her with pride and self-satisfaction. His cock had finally received its dues from Stacy's sweet, hot, little pussy.

For a moment Sean lay on top of her breathing heavily. He was exhausted by the passion of his release and Stacy felt the same way. As the fires of her orgasm died away, shame and humiliation came over her in a rush. She had climaxed and he knew it. Her body had enjoyed this intrusive raping. Her cunt had wanted it, taken pleasure from the brutality with which he had treated her. And the evidence was plain to see. Her sheets and his lower body were soaked with her pussy juice. As he slowly rolled off her she felt his cock pull out of her fanny. He was lying on his back next to her and she could hear him still breathing harshly. She couldn't look at him. She didn't want to see the look of triumph and judgment in his eyes. Once he had caught his breath, he slowly sat up and placed his hand on her navel. He ran his fingers over her wet pussy and lifted them up to his mouth to taste her. He slowly licked the juice off his fingers, savouring the taste. Then he bent over a licked her pussy; his rough tongue delving between her lips. When his tongue touched her clit she let out a gasp and she felt her pussy release more of its honey.

Sean licked her violently, lapping up the juices from between her legs. When he had finished he slowly stood up. His self-control had returned. He had lost it for that brief interlude but now he was ready to proceed with his plan. He reached up and untied Stacy's left hand from the bedpost. Then he walked round the end of the bed and untied her right hand. When he was fucking her, Stacy had strained hard against the ropes and they had left red marks on her wrists. Sean slowly lifted her hand up to his face and softly kissed her burning wrist. The act was gentle, almost considerate. A stark contrast to the brutality he had displayed moments before. For a moment Stacy thought he was going to let her go, but instead he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled across his lap.

She was bent over his knee and her buttocks were high and exposed in the air. She had a slight bikini tan from the day before which she had spent at the beach. For her that felt like an eternity ago. Sean ran his hand over the back of her warm brown thigh and up onto the creamy whiteness of her right ass cheek. She could tell he was fascinated by her ass. He began rubbing her ass harder, pausing occasionally to squeeze one of her cheeks. After a few moments he let his hand travel down along the crease of her buttocks until it was between her thighs. She felt the tips of his fingers travelling over the lips of her wet vagina and she felt a slight arousal again. She had never had multiple orgasms but she knew in that moment that her body had the potential. His fingers flitted across her cunt for a few seconds, her wetness coating his hand. Then he slipped his hand out from between her legs and for a moment she felt a peculiar sense of disappointment.