Penitence

Making Erika choke was fun, but I just didn't think she was humiliated enough just yet. I told her how atrociously bad her oral technique was, criticizing everything I could think of. I told her that it was downright insulting for a whore like her to perform so poorly – I expected her to participate actively and enjoy it. Demanding that she participate was mostly meant as a joke, of course – I was in complete control of her actions, there was nothing she could do except take it like a bitch.

Enjoying it, on the other hand, was something that I thought she could actually manage. She struggled, but she managed to eke out a smile as I continued to violate her throat. The look of her distressed face forcing an obviously fake smile around my cock was actually really sexy to me, but I still wanted more. I ordered her to fuck herself.

Erika groaned in humiliation, but was quick to comply with my order. Reaching down, she started masturbating as I continued to fuck her throat. After a minute or so, she was noticeably moaning into my cock. After another minute, I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers in her cunt along with the gagging sounds in her throat.

Fucking her throat felt good, but I wanted more. Listening to the sound of her fucking herself was a massive turn-on, and her throat just wasn't cutting it. Doing my best to feign disgust, I pulled her head up and shoved her back, causing her to land painfully on her ass.

She looked hurt and worried, which was mostly what I wanted. She asked if she had done something wrong. I told her that I was disappointed she even had to ask.

I let her know where she had failed me. First of all, she had stopped fucking herself when I had stopped fucking her mouth – she should have known to continue until I gave her permission to stop. Secondly, her technique was pathetic – I didn't think she could possibly make me cum with such a talentless mouth.

Erika went back to fucking herself, but she was struggling to hold her tongue. I had told her countless times that I don't cum from oral or really even enjoy receiving it very much; blaming her for my inability to get off was completely unfair and we both knew it. I didn't care, though – I wanted to provoke something.

Sensing that she was close to the point where she wouldn't be able to hold back her rage any more, I gave her the final criticism: she was entirely too wet, and the filthy sounds that were emanating from her crotch with disgusting. Erika couldn't keep quiet anymore – she pointed out that she fucking knew how much I enjoyed shit like that, and even if I didn't I had explicitly ordered her to enjoy it. She was right, of course, but I didn't care.

Standing up, I kept my shoulders down and assumed an almost submissive posture. Doing my best to sound as cocky and overconfident as possible I began to pace back and forth, frequently turning my back on her. I explained that I thought it was just fucking ridiculous for her to talk back to me, especially after how easily I had made her my bitch less than an hour earlier. I openly laughed at the idea that she thought she might have a chance in hell against me, claiming that her inability to accept that she was my bitch only proved what an ignorant slut she was. I essentially did everything short of outright commanding her to attack me.

She took the bait. She waited until my back was turned and lunged at me, wrapping her arm around my throat and punching me in the kidney. She hit decently hard – it was actually a challenge to pretend that it hadn't hurt like hell. Unfortunately, it was still well within my limits and I was still substantially bigger and stronger than her.

Grabbing her by the wrist, I twisted her arm off of my throat and shoved her towards the couch. She landed in a sitting down position; before she could rise up to her feet I jumped at her and pinned her down. Placing my arm vertically against her chest, I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed. I didn't squeeze hard enough to actually cut off her breathing, but I'm sure she realized I could have.

Staring her dead in the eye I brought my face up next to hers. She knew that I had tricked her into attacking me, but I didn't care. Leaning in, I kissed her deeply on the mouth. I was still angry with her, but I cared about her too, and it just felt right. She kissed me back.

Tearing open the condom, I put it on before I broke the kiss. I grabbed her right ankle hard and pulled up, forcing her legs apart. After aiming my cock, I pressed the head into her.

I didn't feel like going gentle. She was extremely wet – far more so than I had realized earlier – and I figured she could handle it if I went rough. More importantly, I wanted to make it clear to her that the kiss had changed nothing – yeah, I might have still had some feelings for her, but she was still in trouble. With a single motion I thrust into her roughly. Erika cried out, but it was just as much in pleasure as it was in pain.

I fucked her brutally hard. I wasn't making love; I was stabbing her with my cock. It wasn't about getting her off, or even about getting off myself – it was about making sure she understood that she was my bitch. I poured all of the anger and rage that I had at her for leaving me into each stroke.

She loved the brutal way that I was fucking her, but I didn't care. Her pleasure was as irrelevant to me; all that mattered was my dominance. What I did care about, though, was that she was beginning to fuck me back as best as she could from her position. That said to me that she didn't feel like she was beaten yet.

I wasn't angry, or even irritated. Frankly, I was glad. I wanted a fight – I knew I'd win in the end, and I absolutely didn't mind stretching it out. Challenging myself to fuck her harder, I decided to add a little humiliation to the mix.

Sliding my arm up her chest, I again grabbed her throat. I mocked her for thinking she could beat me, telling her that if she wasn't such a worthless whore she'd have known better than to even try. I forced her to apologize for being such an ignorant slut. She was reluctant to do so, but after a playful slap across the face she complied.

Watching her suffer through the act of having to apologize for being an ignorant slut was fun, but it wasn't quite enough. Wanting more, I forced her to say the most disgusting things that I could think of. I made her tell me that she was nothing more than a disgusting whore who would fuck anyone or anything. I told her that the only part of her that mattered in any way was what was between her legs, and had her repeat it backwards. I was brutal.

Erika didn't seem to mind, though. Once I got her started her resistance quickly melted away. With each filthy thing that I forced her to say she sounded more emphatic and cooperative; it was clear that she was enjoying being treated like a whore. After ten minutes or so it became clear just how much she was enjoying it – she came, hard.

I wasn't fucking her to get her off, but I was happy that I made her cum just the same. It wasn't just the ego stroke of knowing that I had fucked her to orgasm, though. I was feeling sadistic and vengeful, and I wanted to weaponize her orgasm against her. I wanted to use it to show that she really was the slut that I kept telling her that she was.

I made her admit that she had cum. Her orgasm had been obvious and it wasn't like I could have missed it, but I wanted her to say it aloud. I made her admit that only a true slut would cum from getting fucked in such a disrespectful manner, she admitted it willingly. She was clearly into it. Wanting to push her, I made her admit that it's hardly a punishment if she gets off like a little slut whore. She was a bit more hesitant to admit that part.

I pulled out of her and stood up. Erika looked terrified and confused. I calmly explained that I couldn't keep fucking her slimy little cunt – she was supposed to be being punished, and if she can't even refrain from cumming then that's hardly a punishment. Of course, I still wanted to fuck and we had already determined that her mouth was inadequate, so that only left one other hole.

Erika looked absolutely terrified. We had had anal sex before, though it was a rare occurrence and something that she was always nervous and embarrassed about. Given how brutally I had been fucking her, I couldn't blame her for being afraid – if I were to use her ass the way that I had just used her cunt, she'd be in serious medical danger.

She began begging me to just finish in her cunt. I liked that – begging me to fuck her cunt played well into the slut image that I was painting her with. Unfortunately for Erika, I had already decided that she needed an ass fucking – I had already fucked two of her holes, and it just seemed appropriate to use them all.

Grabbing her by her hair, I pulled her to her feet. After sitting down, I again pulled her over my lap as I had done earlier. She struggled much more than she had the first time. I didn't blame her – her ass still likely hurt, and she was more than a little worried that I might be about to put things in it.

Grabbing her wrists, I again pinned her down and held her steady. With my free hand, I squirted a large amount of lube directly onto her asshole, laughing as she groaned in fear and humiliation. She tried to struggle for a few more seconds, but quickly realized that it was completely futile – I had her at my mercy, and she couldn't force me to let her go.

I gave her a choice: she could either take a finger up her ass, or she could take another spanking. She immediately told me that she'd take the spanking, which seemed odd – I expected that she would be afraid of anal, but I didn't think that she'd be so afraid that she wouldn't even have to think it over. Still, she made her decision, and I had to respect that.

Her ass was bright pink from the earlier spanking, and looked extremely painful. I could only imagine how it must have felt; it looked like I could hurt her just by brushing my hand against it. With that in mind, I swatted her hard. Erika cried out in pain and struggled furiously to escape, but she didn't use her safe word.

I held her still until she had calmed down a bit. It took a while, but I wasn't in a hurry. Once she ceased her pointless struggling, I gave her the same choice again – she could take a spanking or a finger up her ass. She paused for a few seconds, and reluctantly asked for the finger. I think she realized that I was just going to continue spanking her until she chose correctly.

I didn't keep her waiting – after quickly rubbing some lube onto my finger, I worked it into her asshole. I went more gently than she had probably expected me to, but I don't think that made it any less humiliating. Laughing at her groans of shame, I began to slowly pump it in and out of her.

I don't think that I was hurting her physically, but she seemed to be struggling with accepting what was going on. Like I said, Erika had some issues with anal sex – she felt it was horribly humiliating and degrading to the recipient. When we had experimented with anal sex in the past she had enjoyed it and even reached orgasm with minor clitoral stimulation, but her belief that it was extremely dehumanizing prevented her from being able to accept that easily.

Erika continued to groan in shame, but I'm fairly certain I heard some lust mixed in. Laughing, I told her that if she was having difficulty taking my finger we could always take a brief spanking break. She immediately begged me not to – her ass must have really hurt, and she obviously didn't want to see how much worse I could make it. Realizing how terrified she was of another spanking, I decided to have some fun.

I told her that I thought she was just being polite, that I thought she probably didn't even want to have her asshole fucked but didn't want to inconvenience me by forcing me to spank her again. She quickly corrected me, telling me that wasn't the case. Sensing that she'd have to do better, she then did her best to convince me that she absolutely loved having her asshole finger-fucked. I told her that I just wasn't convinced.

She panicked a little, probably unsure of what she could possibly do to convince me. Not wanting her too freaked out, I gave her a suggestion – if she really liked getting one finger up her ass, she'd probably love getting fucked with two. I'm sure that she understood that I wanted her to beg me to add a finger, but she seemed to be having difficulty bringing herself to actually do it.

Feeling impatient, I pulled my finger out of her asshole and slapped her ass. I didn't hit her too hard, but she winced in pain just the same. Remembering how vulnerable she was, she reluctantly asked me to fuck her ass with two fingers. I pretended that I couldn't hear her and raised up my hand as if I was going to spank her again. She practically shouted the request out.

Laughing, I did exactly as she requested and slid two fingers back into her ass. She had loosened up a bit, but was still extremely tight. She groaned in humiliation as I began to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her, but she sounded like she was enjoying it as well. Erika might have hated the idea of anal sex, but she apparently loved how it felt.

After a few minutes, she had adjusted to the second finger. Wanting to show her some mercy, I worked a third into her without making her beg. Strangely, she didn't seem to appreciate the courtesy. I could have let that slide, but it felt wrong to do so – she should have known to offer me thanks when I was nice to her.

I called her out on her rudeness, pointing out that it was exceedingly generous of me to shove a third finger in her disgusting whore ass without even needing to be asked. She quickly apologized her transgression and enthusiastically thanked me, but I didn't feel it was enough. She didn't sound completely sincere, I felt like she wasn't really grateful for the third finger up her ass at all.

I let out a sigh as I continued to fuck her ass with my fingers. I told her that it was too little, too late – my feelings were hurt, and if she wasn't going to appreciate my generosity I'd just have to be less generous. I explained to her that if she really wanted to avoid punishment for her rude behavior, she was going to have to show me how sorry she was by begging me to fuck her in the ass.

Erika groaned loudly; she obviously didn't like that idea. I think she was having enough difficulty accepting the fact that she was going to get her ass fucked without being forced to actively beg for it. I didn't really care, though – she should have thought of that before she had acted so discourteously.

Afraid of further angering me, Erika eventually forced herself to beg. Her begging was shit, though – I wanted her to sound like she desperately wanted to get fucked in the ass, she actually sounded like she just wanted to avoid punishment. She tried harder when I told her how pathetic her attempt was, but I just wasn't feeling it.

I realized that the entire issue was in her mind – Erika was struggling not to moan from my fingers, the only thing stopping her was her fear of the concept of anal sex. I felt that needed to be addressed. As I built speed with my hand, I explained to her that I knew how she felt about anal sex – that it was disgusting, vulgar, and extremely degrading to the recipient. I explained that I agreed with her completely, and that was why she needed her ass fucked. I told her that she didn't deserve to get her filthy, slimy cunt fucked by me, that she should be grateful for the fact that I'd even consider lowering myself to the point of fucking her disgusting asshole.

Erika continued to groan in shame and pleasure as I launched into her verbally. I said every disgusting thing I could think of to make her understand that I was going to fuck her ass for no reason other than to humiliate her, that I wasn't making love to her – I was demonstrating her place. I then made her repeat it all back to me, just to make sure she understood.

She struggled to repeat some of the things that I said. I was intentionally vulgar, crass, and immensely disrespectful; and she was such a proud person. Still, she managed to say it all back to me eventually, making it clear that she understood her place. As she repeated the horrible things that I was forcing her to say, though, her voice grew more and more lustful – she might not have consciously liked the things I was forcing her to claim, but she was getting off on being forced just the same.

Once I was satisfied that she really did understand her place, I released her and shoved her to the ground. I ordered her to get on her hands and knees and thrust her ass out in the air. Squatting down behind her I squeezed the tip of my cock into her ass.

Erika grunted in pain – though I had taken my time stretching her out with my fingers, the head of my cock was significantly thicker. I went slowly – I wanted to humiliate her, but I didn't want to tear her apart. She still struggled to take it, though I suspected that might have been just as much a mental thing as a physical one.

Eventually I managed to get my dick entirely inside of her. I held still for a little while to let her adjust, drinking in the shame I knew that she was feeling. Once I felt she could take it I began to fuck her extremely slowly.

Erika was still obviously struggling with accepting the fact that she was getting her ass fucked. I suspected that she was struggling with accepting the fact that she was enjoying what I was doing to her, even though it was intensely degrading. Wanting to amplify that struggle, I reminded her that I had never actually told her to stop fucking herself. She whimpered, but she reached back and began masturbating again.

As Erika struggled to repress her moans, I gradually built up speed. I moved extremely slowly. A part of it was a desire not to hurt her, but I also wanted to make it last. I was enjoying her humiliation far too much to cut it short.

After about five minutes I was fucking her at a reasonable pace. I wasn't going nearly as quickly as I had earlier, but I was no longer forcing myself to hold back. Erika was fucking herself legitimately as well; I could once again hear the sound of her fingers in her dripping twat.

As I continued to plow into her, Erika gave up on the task of pretending she didn't like it. She began moaning – reluctantly at first, but eventually openly. Taking it as a sign that she could handle more, I began to fuck her a bit harder.

I let her know that I heard her moaning, and I let her know that I knew what that meant. She was getting off on being fucked in the ass like a whore; it didn't bother her how degrading it was because she knew that she deserved no respect. She whimpered in shame, but she continued to moan. Wanting more, I forced her to repeat everything I had just said back to her.

After a few more minutes it was beginning to sound like she was going to cum again. I let her know that I had noticed, and laughed at her for being such a whore. I told her that now that we had established how much she loves it up the ass, I might just fuck her in the ass exclusively. I made her agree that I had the right to pick whichever hole I felt like whenever I felt like fucking.

The verbal abuse pushed her over the edge. Erika came again hard, which was enough to make me cum as well. Pulling out of her, I whipped off the condom and shoved her to the ground. Holding her head steady by her hair, I sprayed my load all over her face.

Exhausted, I collapsed on the floor next to her. Holding her in my arms, I felt good. I still didn't want to get back into a traditional relationship with her, but it didn't seem like that was what she wanted anyway. We both understood that we didn't work as a couple, but we were highly sexually compatible. I figured we could find a way to make that work.