Laundry

Afraid to disobey, Jessica did as she was told, and forced herself to sit up straight. Her ass hurt terribly from the spanking, she was terrified, and yet, completely against her will she felt more aroused sexually than she had ever been.

"Somehow I doubt that you have the $1.25 you're going to need for the dryer. I mean, no need to check your pockets or anything" he joked. "That's going to be a problem when the machine is done. See, the washing machine only washes your clothes, it doesn't actually dry them. Fortunately, if I'm not mistaken, apartment 1B is right across the hallway. We can go back to your apartment to get the change, so that way, we'll be ready."

"That's okay, you don't need to come with" Jessica blurted out, hoping for a chance to escape.

Laughing, he grabbed her by her hair again, and pulled her to her feet. "Now, that's just silly a silly idea" he answered. "I can't just let you go on your own, you're naked and in public. It just isn't safe. After all, there're some very bad men out there, and they might try to take advantage of you in your current state. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Forcing her to walk a few steps ahead of him, he looked at the marks he had left on her ass. "You know, 1B," he commented, "You have a pretty nice ass. Granted, it's a bit chubby, but you know what they say: the bigger the cushion the better the pushin'."

"Uhm, thank you?" she offered, unsure of how to react but not wanting to make him angry. She was painfully aware that he was staring at her ass, and felt terribly uncomfortable about it; but had no way to make him stop.

"Good girl, you should always thank me when I compliment you, even if it is on something like your fat ass." he laughed. "Tell me, 1B. Have you ever gotten fucked in that fat ass of yours?"

"No, that's disgusting!" Jessica protested, crying softly. It was true. She had always been afraid of anal, and aside from one boyfriend who attempted briefly to sneak a finger, had never even experimented.

Now across the hall, Jessica opened the still unlocked door to her apartment and entered, the man immediately behind her. The sense of safety that she used to feel when coming home was perversely reversed, somehow she felt even more vulnerable than she had in the laundry room. He closed the door behind them, and she tried to walk towards the desk where she had the change, but he wouldn't let her. Instead, he made her stand still, all the while staring at his handiwork on her bruised ass.

"It's a shame, really" he stated, his voice dripping with disappointment. "See, good girls have one hole -- a vagina, which they use to make love to their husbands. Sluts, though, they have three. They're not for making love, of course, and they're certainly not limited to marriage. Really, anyone can use them, at any time, for any reason. But I digress. Tell me, 1B. Have your other two holes been fucked?"

Jessica was shocked by the crass way he spoke about her sex life, but still remembered how much the spanking had hurt. Knowing that she had to answer, she let out a timid "yes", hoping that it would be enough.

"I think I'd like a more elaborate answer, 1B" he said with a disapproving frown in his voice. "Complete sentences, and all, so that I know you understand. Which hole, what was it fucked with, how often, how many guys or girls, et cetera. And I don't want to make you nervous, but you're trying my patience right now. I wouldn't want to have to correct you again."

"Jesus, please don't!" Jessica begged, terrified at the idea of another beating. "I've had my mouth fucked with penises, by six different guys. Never any girls, though. I've taken three men's penises, fingers, and tongues in my vagina. I don't know how many times, though. Maybe 50? I really don't know, please don't hit me."

"Haha, that's a good one" he laughed, as if she had made a joke. "You've had 'penises' in your 'vagina?' Please. Respectable, nice women have vaginas. What you have is a cunt. Or a fuck hole. A pussy, a cock holster, whatever -- but not a vagina. Now try again, but please, no more joking around."

"Okay, I'm sorry!" she blurted out, now truly panicked that she was going to be punished again. "I've had my cunt fucked by three men. They used their cocks, their fingers, and their tongue. Please don't hit me, I'm trying as hard as I can to be good!"

"Poor girl, you're really scared, huh?" he asked. "Calm down now, I promise that I'll never hit you unless you leave me no other option. I don't like hitting you, you know, but I'm willing to make sacrifices for your own good."

"Sadly, we do have a problem" he continued on. "Your answer was good enough, but the thing is, it's like I said: sluts have three holes. Now, we know of course that you're a slut. I mean, you have pierced nipples, you call your vagina a cunt, hell, you've even let three guys use it as they please -- possibly at the same time for all I know. Thing is, a slut that only uses two of its holes is really only two thirds as useful as it could be. Sluts need three holes. Sometimes guys just get bored fucking the same hole, and want to switch it up. Sometimes the hole they're in just feels too loose. Hell, sometimes, as I suspect may soon be the case for you, they just don't feel like waiting in line."

"I have good news, though. I'm here to help you, like I said. I can see that you're in pain, I can see how ashamed you are to be only 2/3rds the slut that you could be. So, I'm willing to make another sacrifice. Before this night is over, I promise to take the time to fuck you, right in your little slut asshole. But don't worry, I'm not going to just crudely pump and dump in your ass. I'll take my time, make sure that you're ready, and just for good measure I plan to fuck your other two holes first. You know that I'm telling you the truth, don't you?"

"I do" she sobbed out. It was now impossible to ignore the reality. She was standing completely naked in her own home, overpowered by a man whose name she didn't even know. He had informed her that he planned to rape her and take her anal virginity, and she had no reason to doubt his word.

"I'm glad you understand, slut" he answered. "You probably should have thanked me too, but I'm going to let that slide. For now, at least. Still, when a man offers to break in fuck holes that are sloppy as yours most likely are, you should probably show some fucking gratitude, you know. Now let's take a look around."

Giving her head a push, he walked her past the desk into the kitchen area. On the counter he spotted a small package of rope. Picking it up, he gave her a somewhat knowing, somewhat disappointed look. Jessica wanted to explain that it wasn't anything dirty, she had bought it so that she could put up a clothesline in her kitchen so she could save money on the dryer; but she realized he probably wouldn't believe her, or even care.

Taking the rope with him, he turned her around and led her straight to her bed on the opposite side of the small studio apartment. Without asking permission he opened the night stand drawer, finding what he most likely expected to find -- a small, bright green vibrator, about 3 inches long. Laughing at her, he placed the vibrator in his pocket. He picked up her purse, which she had left next to her bed, and dumped its contents on the bed. Eyeing a small tube of Vaseline that Jessica had for her lips, he again laughed at her and picked it up. "Well, guess there's really no question that you are indeed a true slut" he taunted her.

"It occurs to me, that this is actually terribly rude of me" he sighed. "Here we are, abandoning your clothes and just hoping that no one steals them, for what? $1.25? I am truly sorry, slut, I should just loan it to you. I'm sure that I can trust you to pay me back. After all, I do know where you live, and believe me, you'll be seeing a lot of me in the future."

As he led her back towards the door, Jessica's mind raced. She still hadn't completely processed the idea that she was nude, vulnerable, and about to be raped. She had no idea what he was planning to do with the rope, vibrator, and lubrication that he had taken from her; but she knew it wasn't good. On top of that, she realized that he pretty much just told her that he'd be raping her again in the future, and again she had no reason to doubt him.

Now at her apartment door, Jessica panicked a little inside. Though she realized that she was already in the worst-case scenario, she couldn't help thinking that she was still naked and about to be forced out of her apartment, into a public place. She wanted to hesitate, but he would not allow it, crudely pushing her through the door and dragging the frightened, crying girl back into the laundry room, releasing her hair only once she was again seated on the couch. Strangely, Jessica was most concerned with the laundry room door, which he had left open. Despite all that was happening, she was still afraid that someone would walk by and see her.

"You cross your legs so tightly when we sit down" he observed. "It's almost like you really, really have to piss. Is that what it is, slut? Do I need to take you to go potty?"

"No, I'm sorry" she whimpered. "I'm just embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?!" he laughed. "You're a slut! Sluts should never be embarrassed by their fuck holes. Hell, that's pretty much all you are, three fuck holes and a body to keep them warm enough to use. A good slut never crosses her legs, as doing so would only cost the men around her valuable seconds that could be spent dumping sperm in her. So, let's stop playing games now. We both know what you are, and I think it's time you started acting like it. In fact, pretending you're not a slut by crossing your legs is dangerously close to lying, and I would hope that you remember how I feel about lying."

Accepting her fate, Jessica did as she was told and uncrossed her legs, even managing to move them apart an inch or two. Not yet satisfied, though, the man reached over and grabbed her knees, pulling her legs open as far as they would go and boldly exposing Jessica's obviously wet vagina. Aware that her arousal was now plainly visible to the man, Jessica began to cry again in humiliation -- but did not dare attempt to close her legs from the lewd pose he had put her in.

"Well, that's strange" he commented. Jessica braced herself for a comment about her visible wetness. "Your tits are a little small, but it's obvious that you've been through puberty. Just the same, I don't see any hair on that little cunt of yours. Where's your cunt hair, whore?"

Though relieved that he hadn't commented on her sexual arousal, Jessica wasn't happy about the question. Just the same, she realized that she had to answer. "I, uhm, shave it?" she offered.

"Ah, of course!" he exclaimed. "That makes sense. Pubic hair can be a magnet for cum, and I'd imagine a slut like you probably expects more than a little cum to be dumped in that general area. Good thinking, slut."

"Thank you" she timidly replied.

"Hold still a minute, I want to get some pictures real fast" he stated matter-of-factly.

"Please no" she began to protest, but was silenced by an irritated look from him. He got up, pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, and aimed it at her. Seconds later, an audible shutter sound came from the phone as Jessica wept.

"No, that won't do at all" he growled. "You're a slut, showing off your most important part. You should be happy to have me paying attention to such a worthless cunt, and yet, you look almost sad. Let's try it again, but this time, I want you to smile. If you don't smile, I'm going to have to assume that you think you can get away with lying to me by pretending you're not just some dumb slut."

Jessica forced out a half-assed smile. After a disapproving look from the man, she realized it wasn't good enough, and tried harder. The camera made the shutter sound again.

"Much better" he announced. "Here, let me show you."

Sitting back down, he held his cell phone in front of Jessica. The phone's low-resolution camera had worked against her. As near as she could tell in the picture, her smile actually looked genuine. Maddeningly, the camera didn't seem to pick up the tears streaming down her face -- and yet somehow, it showed the inflammation in her sex. Jessica was disgusted with herself, the picture showed her as precisely what he had claimed she was: a filthy, depraved slut. Involuntarily, her knees began to inch closer together from the shame.

Noticing this, he shot her a warning look. "My poor slut," he said, "you seem to be dangerously close to closing your legs. I don't want to have to punish you for lying again, you know."

Grabbing her again by her hair, he forced her to her feet and walked her to the coffee table mere feet in front of the couch. "Straddle this, slut" he ordered.

Reluctantly, Jessica climbed onto the coffee table. As soon as her chest touched the cold wood, he roughly pulled her back a couple inches and he lashed her left knee to the table's leg with the rope he had taken from her apartment. As he repeated the process for her right knee, she realized just how vulnerable she was about to be and attempted to sit up. Laughing, he pushed down on her back, forcing her back into the table, and grabbed her left arm, tying it too to one of the table's legs. Accepting her fate, she offered no resistance as he tied her right arm down.

"See, now isn't that better?" he asked mockingly. "Now you won't have to waste your limited brain power on keeping your fuck hole available. I know, I know. I spoil you."

"Thank you" she choked out.

"Now, I didn't want to say anything earlier, as I obviously wouldn't want to embarrass you, but is there something wrong with your cunt? It looks like it's just totally drenched." Crudely, he groped her cunt and let out a hearty laugh. "Jesus Christ, did you piss yourself or something? I've been with sluts before, but I really don't think I've ever seen one this fucking wet."

Paralyzed with humiliation, Jessica was unable to answer. Instead, she quietly sobbed to herself, wishing that her body would cooperate with her instead of him, wishing she wasn't more turned on than she could remember ever being before.

Still laughing to himself, he pushed a finger in. Finding no resistance, he removed the finger, and pushed in two. Clearly amused, he pulled out the fingers and held them in front of the frightened girl's face; showing her how they glistened with her cum.

"So, I have good news, slut. You probably haven't figured it out by now, but I was actually planning on raping your cunt now. Thing is, seeing how wet it is, I don't think I can rape you."

"Really?!" Jessica exclaimed. She hadn't expected it to be over so quickly, but was thrilled at the possibility that it might be. In her mind she was already playing out the idea of being untied, running back to her apartment, pretending that none of this had happened.

"Really, slut" he answered. "I mean, there's no way that fucking a cunt that is this wet could be considered rape. If anything, it would be cruel to you to not fuck it. In fact, I think I need to get a picture of this, just so if you try to cry rape I can demonstrate that you really were asking for it."

Seconds later, Jessica heard the same shutter sound she had heard earlier, coming from right between her legs. Seconds after that, she heard the sound of a zipper, followed by pants dropping to the floor. Devastated by the realization that he had no intention of letting her go just yet, she continued sobbing to herself.

The man grabbed her hair again, in a way that had sickeningly become almost familiar to her by now. "I'd tell you to brace yourself, slut," he growled, "but with a cunt that wet I don't think it will be necessary." In one brutal move he jerked back on her hair while thrusting his cock into her as deep as he could.

Jessica let out a yelp of pain. To her surprise, the pain was from her hair being pulled -- not the brutal rape she was experiencing. Disgusted with her body's compliance she found herself moaning quietly as he roughly thrust in and out of her. Horrified, she realized that if he continued she would be unable to prevent herself from orgasming.

"Please stop" she begged between moans.

"Stop? You can't even stop yourself from moaning, and you want me to stop?" he taunted her. "Oh, I think I understand. You're concerned for me, aren't you? Aww, such a compassionate little fuck toy. I can tell what you're thinking. You're thinking, this poor man, having to fuck such a slimy, disgusting hole. And you know what? You're right. It is disgusting. It's like fucking a waterslide. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not too loose, but really. With each thrust, I can just feel my cock being coated in yet another layer of your slime. And really, who is going to clean that off? But I told you I was willing to make sacrifices for you, and I meant it. So yeah, fucking this slime puddle is pretty fucking disgusting, and in a way, you're pretty fucking disgusting too; but it's okay. I'll forgive you."

"Oh god, you don't understand!" she protested. "I'm going to cum! Please, please stop! I'll do anything you want!"

"Well, of course you're going to cum. That's what sluts do when they get fucked. It doesn't matter if it's someone who cares about them, a stranger, hell, you'd probably even cum if you were being raped by a dog. In your little slut brain, you just don't have the mental power to process any of this -- all you know is that your hole is getting fucked, and you're happy to have it fucked. Really the problem here is that you keep trying to fight your nature. Now, I told you, there are decent, respectable women out there, who work hard for that respect. That's not you. You don't deserve respect, as your leaky cunt clearly shows. See, your role isn't to be respected, it's to be fucked, by anyone willing. And when you fulfill your destiny, and get a cock, or a tongue, or a strap on, or really anything in you, your body rewards you. And that's where our problem is, because you just don't understand. The fact that you are going to cum from being raped by a stranger who's a decade older than you isn't your problem, it's your definition."

That was all it took. Unable to hold herself back, Jessica experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life. Realizing that hiding it was futile, she moaned loudly. As her cunt walls quivered he thrust as deep as possible into her, pulled her hair back, and help her in that position while her orgasm rocked through her body.

"Good slut!" he laughed. "I'm glad you finally realized that being fucked to orgasm is what you're for, and I'm happy that we can put your problem behind us. Sadly, there's still my little problem, though. As I said, my cock has been getting coated in your filthy whore juices, and someone is going to have to clean it off."

He withdrew his still erect penis from her and walked around the table, crudely shoving it in her face. Jessica saw that he was being truthful, his dick gleamed with her cum. Unable to ignore the smell of her own sex, Jessica was mortified. She hated all cum, even her own. She had always made her boyfriends wear condoms, and never engaged in oral sex after any type of sexual intercourse. In fact, she had never tasted herself before, and yet here was this cock in her face, that he clearly expected her to suck.

Clearly disappointed by her hesitation, he slapped her across the face -- not too hard, but hard enough to remind her that she was at his mercy. Stunned, Jessica looked up at him, her mouth open. Taking quick advantage of this, he rammed his fingers into her mouth, prying her jaw. Once her jaw was open, he thrust his cock into her throat with the same lack of gentleness he had used on her cunt.