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"Torture of woman."
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"Yes, what, Dawn-slut? Tell me!" I put the point to my words by forcing more of my finger up her tight ass.
"F...fuck my ass so I can come...oh, god!" She said, meekly begging me to do what I wanted to do anyway. The last part was from her feeling my finger slide back out a little, then jam upward. The two fingers that had been rubbing her rape sex videos clit had also started fucking her tight pussy, letting my thumb rub her clit.
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Dawn actually pushed her ass back at me, taking my finger driving into her. She moaned, low, almost growling as she rose up on those wings of pleasure-pain from having her ass violated, of having to suffer the humiliation of being made to ask for something she'd never have asked a lover for.
"Good girl, Dawn, good girl. Now ride those fingers, on up and up. You can come again, can't you? I know you can come for me. You just want me to force you to be the slut you really are."
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"Yes!" She cried through clenched teeth, biting back at the pain, near to screaming her pleasure.
"Come for your rapist-master, slut! COME!"
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Dawn came, alright. Hard. Her knees buckled from the force of her orgasm. Luckily my arms were already around her, so I could take her weight in them.
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"Good little slut. Good girl. You did very good coming for me, little one." I crooned to her as she slowly recovered.
I turned back to the water that had been constantly streaming down my back. I rinsed the soap from her body and then let her scrub her own face, removing the makeup she'd worn to work that day. I then took her out of the shower and toweled her down.
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Returning to the bedroom with my captive in tow I pulled on my coveralls again. I wanted her to dress special for Jerry, who would be arriving in less than half an hour.
I had her start with her skirts. I made her pull out a number of skirts before I spotted one that I knew Jerry would get a kick out of. Then to blouses, which was somewhat easier. Then I had her pick out a set of bra and panties. Finally, I had her go through the socks she owned, and the shoes. When all were chosen, I gave her directions on how to dress in the items I had picked out.
Jerry arrived right on time. His knock was answered by me, opening the door to reveal a fellow who looked like a heavier version of the guy who plays Skinner on the X-files. Jerry is a little shorter than me, but weighs nearly the same. His hair started leaving him in his twenties and now he had nothing at all on top, just a fringe around the sides. The wire-rimmed glasses added to his resemblance to the fictional FBI director.
