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I taunted her. 'You'd better make the big play now. Make your big play or I'll fuck you a hundred times worse than before. I'll bite your fucking clit off this time and your nipples too for good measure. So go for it girl. You go for it. But make it good'

She looked uncertain and less determined.

'Your nipples. Your fucking nipples. I'll bite them off. You hear me, so bring it on.'

'You. You're a bastard. You already hurt me. Why are you trying to hurt me again? Why? - I'm not your enemy.' She added as an afterthought, hoping that it made it I wasn't her enemy either.

'Trying? Oh, I'll be doing a whole lot more than trying, so you better take your all time best shot.'

'I. please. I. I.' She was weakening.

'Come on. Fucking come on. You want a piece of me. You want to get back at me for raping you and biting into your clitoris? (I emphasized the word as I said it, stretching it out.) Come on and get it. Come on and get me. You stupid, weak, useless, conniving bitch cunt.'

For whatever reason, I just couldn't goad her. Her resolve had melted and she started to tremble and sob. Then she wept. She cried deep and convulsed and her chest jiggled just right.

Why don't cunts understand that during sexual assaults, when they cry hard and their tits jiggle, it just makes it all the worse for them and all the better for their attacker? Don't they understand seeing two tits shaking out of fear and loathing is a major turn on? Like an invitation?

Two (usually erect) little nipples trying to jiggle out of harms way?

Hah, fucking unlikely, hah.

I moved in towards her to move in on her. I wanted her to fight. I wanted her to surprise me with her ferocity.

Well she fucking did that all right. She surprised me.

She started to strip.

In no time flat she was trembling there in just her ripped bra and her panties. I was amazed and bemused. She didn't go any further but just stood there like it was an invitation. If I wanted her I could have her and I didn't have to over-power her to get it. (So where's the fun in that? I thought to myself. Maybe I could make it fun. See how far she was willing to go to satisfy unreasonable demands.)

'What's this about? I didn't tell you to undress, did I?'

'No. No. I know what you're after and you said you'd hurt me worse, so I'm co-operating. Here look.' And she undid her bra and let it drop to the floor.

'Well I suppose that's my cue then too.' I stripped naked and just stood there bold as brass balls just staring at her. My cock was on the rise.



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God, she was fucking beautiful. Tits about 34B, upright and perky with the hardest, slightly oval nipples possible and her panties were pulled well up into her slit which was where I'd be shortly. I could see both her mounds, the right a little more than the left .

'Fuck you.' I said meanly. 'You think you can just offer it to me? That's what you think?'

'You. That's what you want.'

'To have sex with you?' I said as a question.

'Yes? Yes?' She wasn't sure.

'To fuck you?'

'Yes. That's what you want. To have sex. You've even taken your clothes off.'

'Look, you stupid cunt. I don't want to have sex with you. I don't even want to fuck you. I want to rape you.'

She glared at me as she sorted out the implications. She mulled it over inside her head for a couple of minutes and I could see her rage building. It wasn't enough I wanted to penetrate her, I had to be sure she knew it was rape.

She was ready to explode.

I needed to trigger her.

'Put your bra back on. I don't want to see your stupid, puny tits. You call those tits? They're like a girls. Why do you even wear a bra? You don't need one. Does it make you feel like a woman? Like you're a real woman? A cunt with no tits who wears a bra, what a pathetic joke. And your ass is too big.' I added as a lie. (It wasn't. It was just perfect. But that seems to be something women are conscious of.)

She glared at me and thought I meant it, about her tits being too small and she should be ashamed of them. The thing was, they were exactly my all time ideal but she didn't know that from what I said. How I ridiculed and insulted her. She bent down to retrieve her bra from the floor and fast like a little mouse slid under the bed.

'What? What's this? You think you can hide under there?'

I absolutely loved it. She was trying to protect herself.

I got down on my hands and knees and went to reach for her and she swung and kicked at me wildly. I managed to snare her wrist and she went to bite my hand so I let go. I came back at her from around the other side of the bed and she turned to repel me and kicked just as ferociously. I tried to crawl under to subdue her but she kept kicking at my head and even grazed my jaw. I moved back to get away from her kicks and as I was about to get upright she kicked out too far and I managed to lock onto her ankle.



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I pulled with all my might and she slid partway out from under, to just above her knees. Her other leg was flailing wildly. I yanked up on her leg and managed to crunch her kneecap against the underside of the steel bed-frame rail. She fucking hollered and she was good at it. I did it again, only harder and almost busted her cap. She wrenched to the side and I pulled harder until she was half way out. Her ass was partially facing up and I punched her full bore into her cheek as hard as I could. I punched her again really hard at the top of her leg, at the back, in the big muscle. She screeched and tried to pull herself back under the bed. Her loose leg was momentarily lying still on the floor and I stamped on her ankle. I think I broke a couple of the twenty-six small bones in her foot. She shrieked. I grabbed the injured ankle and pulled her almost completely out. Her arms were stretched tight above her head as she held on not to get pulled all the way out. Her tits were nicely elongated. She was on her back now so everything was a clear target.

I could smack her cunt or her tits. I snared her other ankle and just held onto her like that. Like a tug-of-war or a tug-of-whore. She wriggled and I knew she couldn't hold on much longer. She kept thrusting her pussy into the air, into my face as she tried to win. I was so ready to clit bite her again.

She went still and looked me meekly in the eyes, pleading, for awhile, without saying a word.

And then she started with the sincere begging.

'Please. Oh, please. Don't hurt me anymore. Please. Please. I'm sorry. Please.'

'What are you sorry for?' I asked her.

'Please, I'm sorry I fought with you. I shouldn't have.'

'Sorry you fought? Geeze, that's just what I wanted you to do. I want you to fight some more. Fight some more before I, before I take you again.'

'Oh, no. Please. I can't. You hurt my knee and my ankle and I cut my hands on the bed underneath. It was sharp and hurt bad as I held on. I can't fight anymore. I just can't'

'You're all out of piss and vinegar, are you?'

'Please just stop.'

'Well we'll see. Now I'm going to let go and you do what you have to. Do what you want to.'



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