Educating a Defiant Stripper

Lexus's rectum was tight, very tight. I could feel her sphincter grip my shaft and her rectum tighten on me. I could feel my shaft being bent slightly as it passed into her deeper organs, each time matched with gritted-teeth groans and squeals.

I found a rhythm, picking up pace to renewed sobbing and cries as I sought to drive my hips deeper and deeper into her. Flexing my hips at the end of each thrust, I tried to fuck her through the couch with my cock, rewarded each time with a new gasp or howl.

I pulled all the way out to the sound of another pained but guttural shriek, and admired my handywork. A few moments before her anal ring was tightly shut, a bleached muscle with no yield, no hint to the pleasures it contained within. Now it was stretched, angry and red. Another few minutes of my handiwork and it would be gaping mess. Her pussy had tried to seal up as well from my prior battering, but it was still wet and inflamed below her straining hole. Letting go of her cheeks, the elasticity of her muscle pulled the star mostly closed, trying to restore its former glory.

"Want this thick cock back inside you?" I growled into her ear, her breathing settling from the respite I had afforded her organs.

"Noooooo," she wailed, knowing the pain my manmeat would inflict upon her puny body.

I positioned the tip of my cock back at her enflamed entrance as I leaned over her trembling, sweaty back.

"You know, I might cum sooner if you at least pretended to like it," I sneered into her ear, "Isn't that like stripper 101?"

I took her pause as recognizing my point, the prolonged silence that followed I presume she was now processing how to feign pleasure while I proceeded to rip apart her colon.

"So, I'm going to ask again," my voice dripping with malice while her sphincter grasped at my adjoining cockhead, "Do... you... want... this... back... inside you?"

I think she must have processed everything by now. The evidence of her prostitution on camera, the pain in her guts and sphincter I had inflicted on her, the inability to escape her predicament. No one to cry for help, no one to stop her brutal sodomy.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. "Put it in me. Please."

"You're gonna need to work on that," I jeered at her, winding my belt around my fist before jerking her body back onto my hips, "But that'll do for now."

Her hands flew to the belt, eager to breath again, but it was futile. I drove my hips deep into her again, bottoming myself out in her rearranged guts. Lifting her up from the couch by the belt, my cock and one hand around her midriff, I guided her on shaky stilettos over to the glass windows overlooking the club. Teetering at the mercy of my cock, Lexus braced herself against the glass, anticipating my intent. Taking a brief moment to spread her ankles wider, I ground upward into her colon, spearing her against the angled glass.

Below our sweating bodies I could make out Crystal on the main stage, shaking her fake tits like her livelihood depended on it. But from the strippers to the waitresses to the patrons; everyone was oblivious to the anal carnage I was delivering to Lexus above them, her screams and tears trapped in the glass box overlooking the club.

My ministrations began somewhat gently at first, compelling her to savor the depravity of her quandary: self-inflicted anal rape within eyeshot of her coworkers, clients, and perhaps even a few friends down there. Lexus's screams and wails had died down to low moans and sobs, her brain admitting defeat, now trying to make the best of a bad situation. Clutching her breasts tightly, I oscillated in and out of her snug hole rhythmically, no longer seeking to hurt her, but keep the pressure and friction constant.

"Fuck that ass is nice," I groaned as I rode her against the glass panel, my hands roaming across her fit body as I rose into her, again and again.

I was met with silence, her hands clawing at the glass as her hips were displace by my fucking.

"On the bright side, at least I'm not a cop, right?" I sneered into her ear, my hips maintaining a constant and predictable cadence.

I was met with only a defeated sob, no longer enough energy to wail or protest. My hands crept up to her throat, easily taking ahold of her neck and reducing the amount of air she had access to. There was no need to choke her, just slight pressure on the sides of her neck to make breathing labored as her body rocked to the constant jolts in her ass.

Her breathing became more labored, gasping for air through my soft vice, and my fucking never stopped. I began to fuck her with intent, pistoning evenly into her body again and again, my own grunts indicating the runway to my own impending orgasm.

Perhaps it was the naughtiness of being displayed to the unsuspecting crowd below, her complete lack of control in the situation, her brain struggling to make the most of her plight, the constant and unabating friction around her genitals; something, or perhaps some combination of those things was too much for her. Gasping and spitting, her ass began to tremble, before her legs spasmed forward and her heels left the ground, an orgasm ripping through her spent and captive body.

"Oh god yeah!" I bellowed behind her, my own pace picking up to slam again and again into her asshole. The thought of Lexus reluctantly cumming from my sodomy pushed me over the edge as well, and I blasted deep into her guts while pinning her roughly against the window.

My grip relaxed and I braced against the glass, letting both of our breaths return as we came down from our orgasms. As she regained awareness of her situation, I brought her attention to someone in the crowd who was staring up at us as he made his way through the crowd. My hand gripping her skull, I pointed her gaze in the direction of Slade, already returned from his other property.

"Time to pay back daddy."