A continuation from “Rough Dominance” – https://razorbackwriteraus.wordpress.com/2014/12/20/rough-dominance-gs/
This post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Scene setting : Dark alley in Hell.
co-written with Artie.
Artie: A gasp of feelings Bandit couldn’t quite place… though she did not feel more violated than when her nether regions were free to the air, the cold swirling around her heated body and womanhood. “No!” But she would shudder, the feel of his relatively warm digits against the nub of nerves that hid so cleverly in her mound causing her back to arch. “Gnnn…!” Again her hands would desperately claw at his skin, trying to make markings on him while the rest of her body went limp in his embrace..
“Oh, but you do!”
“No, I don’t!” The words struck her, but not as much as the slightly numbing feel as she would collide with the bin. The cold came as a shock to her stomach, the wind knocked from her breath.. as though she would have time to recollect herself before the warlock freed her behind from her clothing that was meant to keep it all together, her curves exposed to the one she did not want to see the most.. A cry of pain ripped through her lips as his nails gripped and engraved into her sensitive skin, another of pleasure and pain following the loud smacking noise that came from his slap to her skin, his degrading of her body.. Surely, a hand mark would remain.. but she hated how he could feel her reaction and see them, the tensing of her muscles against his fingers as he hit her, his hand returning to her identity..
Though none would make her panic more than the feel of his length against her skin, the friction of his newly revealed self causing her body to thrash a bit.. though she would wince against the metal that pressed deeply into her skin at the quick movement. “Don’t! ..Don’t!” It was a plea, her thighs squeezing together tightly and thus restricting the movement of his hand, her hips moving forwards to make it more difficult for him to enter her from behind, as though hiding..
Her arms slowly moved to be under her, pressing against the bin as she began to lift herself to be standing against his strong body. The thief willed herself, swallowing hard as her lower muscles clenched around his fingers, surprisingly tight even around only his digits.. but at her tightening clench of thighs, wetness began to drip down them, pushed from her mound and finding an escape.. Her cheeks flushed red, her jaw locking while whimpers attempted to push through, the blood from his bite had begun to drip down her chest..
Razorbackwriter: The alley was now the scene of a shocking attack upon Bandit, that in Raul’s mind was long over due. Years he had waited for this moment, and while his instincts pressured him to take what he had come for without any care for her, he started to listen to the way she cried for him to stop. Over and over she pleaded with him not to do what she knew he would. Her inner muscles forcing the rippled flesh of her inner womanhood to squeeze against his fingers – practically pulsating. With the slick release of her juices, Raul could feel and sense that her body craved the attention. Using his left knee, he forced her legs to part as she struggled to keep them closed. With her bent over the industrial bin, and her ass truly exposed, Raul made his earlier threat a reality. He whipped his fingers out from her, each digit covered in her dew and moved it to grip onto her breast, while his other hand snatched a large section of her hair. Reefing her head back so her back was now arching and presenting her buttocks to him ready for mounting, he let out a roar of triumph.
He bent his knees slightly to line up the glistening head of his throbbing length to her puckered hole, and spat down on the top of her cheek so the saliva would seep down and act as lubricant for the next act in this ritual like taking of her body. Bandit’s writhing form only made him all the more excited as she tried to buck and fight, till at last she made a whimpering sound through gritted teeth. It was unmistakable. Too good to be true.
Without warning Raul thrust his girth into her tiny hole, stretching her insanely. There was to be pain. Excruciating pain, which would make her scream his name. Anything that came out of her mouth was sheer music to this twisted sadist of a man. Tugging her hair tight and pulling it back so it stung at her scalp, it was almost as though Raul was set to ride her into the metal bin.
Raul thrust in deep and then held himself in there as though to ensure this moment would be forever etched in her memory. Skin against skin, heat against heat. It was then he growled words to truly enrage her….or make her his own.
“Beg for more….my sweet little whore.”
Artie: No, no, no.. The legs that she had tried to keep clamped shut were spread apart, her hair gripped and head forced back.. Much like a panicked horse, her quick and hard breath as her chest would follow along.. her widened eyes that saw but did not see.. A spitting noise then a terrible feeling against her behind, a groan of both discontent and disgust coming freely through her lips… but nothing could have prepared her for the next act he would do, nothing had been said to give her the time to brace for such..
Immediately searing pain shot through her back entrance, a wild cry and scream mixed into one constricting her airways as it flung itself from her lips and into the air.. The pain trailed up her spine, even, her body giving a shudder as she appempted to buck him away.. but this did not work, his grip on her sandy tresses far too tight, her leash too short, to allow any sort of leeway. “No! Fuck!” Hips clashed against skin as the warlock pushed himself into her as deeply as he could, her own self not large enough to fully take in his length. So instead she would grip at the bin, her nails dragging against the metal..
Bandit was bleeding, she knew it.. the sensitive skin around her had likely torn as he’d forced his way into her, the stinging pain along with the dull throb enough to convince her of such.. Tears sprung to her eyes yet she did not cry.. This was merely a reaction to the pain, a natural one that she hated having.. But she did not cry. Instead she growled under her breath in pain, like a cat in heat as it gives a warning noise..
“…my sweet little whore..”
“You prick! I am not.. your anything!” Her features twisted into that of anger and hatred, trembles of both rage and pleasure rocking her body a bit underneath the male figure.. A hand would move then, gripping at his own on her breast as her nails would dig into the back of his hand, a frustrated cry coming from her lips as she clawed, despite being unable to see.. As if reminded of this she would attempt to jerk her head away from him, greeted by a forceful tug in retaliation that caused tears to spring to her eyes.. adding to those in his initial entrance thrust. “I will… I’ll kill you..” Her sex was practically dripping, the warmth of the liquid moving down her thighs more..
Oh, how her body told her that she was enjoying this while her mind wanted it to stop, the emotions of past overpowering.. You want this, you slut. That’s why you’re still letting him do this.. No, I can’t break free.. Don’t lie to yourself.. Feel your heartbeat.. Feel your quick breaths.. Note the pound of your chest as it constricts in anticipation.. the tensing of yourself around his member in you, the warmth of the thick liquid you give.. You want this.. No one owns me.. Especially not him.. Please.. not him.. Moan like the whore he wants you to be. You’re dying to.. At this her lips parted, but no sound came out, instead a quiet whimper that carried pain and struggle in its tone..
Razorbackwriter: Bandit was by definition, the sweetest of all Raul’s conquests. She was like a Thoroughbred, bucking and snorting angrily as he set to break her in. This was what it was all about. The gripping of the hair and the way he had come up from behind, after teasing her so mercilessly from the front. A stinging attack that would leave her gasping, but at the same time only heighten his arousal to the point that he himself was becoming lost to her as she screamed obscenities at him. Bandit was so insanely tight, that it actually was painful for Raul to be in so far, but that made it all the sweeter. As Bandit tried to jerk her head away and the very hair that he had wound around his fingers was being pulled to the extreme, Raul changed tact, withdrawing himself fully from her bleeding buttocks. The fine crimson liquid now coating his proud and erect member, that he now wanted to force into her waiting wet sex. With an unnatural grunt of exertion, he picked her up from around her stomach, so that her gripping on the metal bin would hold her up slightly. Bandit tried to claw at the hand that was attached to her breast, but it was like a kitten scratching a lion. His strength building with the burst of testosterone now flooding his veins.
The little thief was incredibly light to pick up and now the Warlock had her positioned so that he may claim her and do what he intended. Fill her with his seed.
“I wish to die a small death within you….so you will get your wish.”
A loud growl and he forced himself into her waiting wetness, the lips parting to accommodate him as easily as a warm velvet glove. Her muscles surely would clamp down in protest as she spun out of control in a delirious sensation. Fighting her inner demon and bringing forth the tainted slut he knew was waiting. Any hip movement or bucking would be welcomed, as Raul tightened his grip on her hair.
~Pound pound pound~
Her body would be thrust forward and back as the Warlock began to take what he believed was rightfully his. His sweet thief. She was no longer screaming, but whimpering.
Raul had her and now he planned to abuse her till he was spent. His thickened girth spreading her insides as it delved hard into her womb. The Warlock bowed down and covered her back, his hot breath searing her skin below.
Artie: Sickening. The feeling was sickening sweet, sickeningly terrifying.. “No! I won’t!” As if she had a choice in the matter, his member releasing itself from her only to thrust into the awaiting wetness.. as though it was his to begin with.. A noise of her juices parting ways around his member was heard, followed by a quick whimper of her own.. “Uhnn-nnhnn..” The thief would grip at the metallic, finding it unforgiving to her nails.. “No.. no..” The words in themselves were moans of beckoning, her brows furrowing as her eyes squeezed shut.. Was she softening to him? No.. she could not.
“P-please..” Though the word was a beg.. for what? Him to let her go or to go harder? Moments ago, the answer would have been clear.. now it was a muddled meaning.. mixed emotions.. The thief felt her breasts move and bounce with each thrust, creating a slight noise against the bin as the cold would sear her skin only to leave it.. Was she enjoying herself? No, you mustn’t.. Oh, but you must, you dirty, dirty.. little.. slut..
The light woman found herself stretching around him – even now pain seared up her very core.. oh, she hadn’t been screwed in so long, and it showed.. No man had touched this holy grail in time, none had succeeded in doing so.. Perhaps, if she had been more freeing with her body, she would not have been so responsive. The one thing that made her special to Raul was her undoing, her back arching against the heat that suddenly came to it..
Fight back! As if jerking a bit, Bandit’s leg would kick back, hitting him quite forcefully in the shin once more.. a feeble attempt, but only one she could muster, as her body bucked under him in protest, her stomach pushing against his arm in an attempt to have him release her.. “Let me.. go! Stop!” Pants had begun to show themselves as a burning started in her core.. so unconditioned.. she would be within orgasm’s grasp in moments if he continued.
Razorbackwriter: There it was. The word that rang through the sounds of their skins slapping hard against each other. ~Please~ Raul certainly didn’t expect it, but all the same it made the game much more interesting. For every time she had said no, there was this inner cry of YES! Raul had plied her and stripped her bare, taken her in a fashion that showed no respect or care. But the Warlock was a devious soul. Raul knew she was suffering from mixed emotions and feelings, as she kicked back hard in a last ditch effort to show she still had a fighters spirit. He wanted the pain..he grew harder from it. Like snapping him back to reality with the force of her foot to his shin. But instead of buckling, this was when the Warlock changed direction again. He had been treating her like a rag doll. Taking her so she could not see his face to spit on….to stare into those eyes of his as he bared his teeth and smiled at her. All she could do, was see, feel, smell and react.
“Let me.. go! Stop!”
“My sweet whore…you will weep tears of joy!”
He took his hand from her breast, which had been scratched to bleeding by her own and moved it back down to her lower region which was heated and swollen from arousal. His fingers worked into the space between her lacquered lips, ripe with dew and he started to tease her sweet pea nub. The idea….she would react as any woman would when being pleasured both externally and internally. Oh he still had her gripped by the hair, but his fingers worked to bring her to a glorious crescendo. She would shed tears….a woman’s release after years of feeling nothing…..
Combining hypnotic hip movements that matched the pace of his fingers teasing, it would be a few moments before she finally caved and surrendered…..
Artie: Bandit’s head would have throw itself back, working with the pull of his hand now.. “I’m going to–” In his grip she would buck, her eyes fluttering closed and opened quite rapidly as the heat began to intensify.. burning her core as it came from her legs and then her thighs, bursting out of her in an orgasm so intense her whole form shook despite his pin… and stillness. Complete silence, save the noise of his thrusts.. Her body tensed as it reared for the climax, her toes curling and her breath hitching.. all movement in her chest paused.. This. This was the true face of ecstasy, the feeling in its rawest form as her lips would part for the silence..
“Ahhnnnnnnnn!” The cry ripped through her lips after the hitch of her breath, her body immediately springing to life.. Even his grip could not hold her still as she pushed against his body, attempting to move away at the absolute of the feeling, the overriding intensity of the pleasure that took her in waves.. “Please! Please! I can’t.. It’s.. Nnnnn!” Too much. Her body thrashed against him, her nub sore at the rubbing he gave it.. The muscles of her womanhood clenched around him, as though begging him to release into her, prodding at his member and trying to give it the final push that would ensure what they were intended for.. the continuation of their kind.. But her arms moved wildly as she kicked at him, pushing at his arms and trying to move him back.. out of her..
A spurt of liquids had moved around his member at the complete.. fervor.. or her newest undoing. “Stop! Stop!” Though now she begged not because she did not want him, but because it was too much for the somewhat virgin woman to bear.. Would he continue and push her body’s responding limits, holding her still.. or would he give the releasing cool down that would surely lessen her reactions?
Razorbackwriter: A gift unlike any other was to feel and experience the richness and fulfillment of Bandit’s climax. Raul had taken her to a new height from which she would have a dizzying descent. Her words, her mind spoke of how she would kill, but her body. it craved the attention, practically going into a primal frenzy that had her inner walls lock onto the Warlock’s length as it continued to tease her. The heat between them building, and Raul took in the moment that Bandit stopped making noise. All there was was the physical slapping of flesh. If anything, he was so very proud of her. He even loosened his grip on her golden hair, just so he could savor this all the more. In the midst of the wildness, there was an oasis where they moved in a dance as old as time itself.
Raul wanted to feel it all. No longer content with hunching over her. He knew that the feelings she would have would make her entire body react, and this was something he wanted to experience. As she pushed against his body, she was then gripped harshly, as his fingers slid out from between her mound and helped to bring her back up so that it rest to his own, while he still had himself deep inside of her.
She thrashed, kicked but to no avail. The spurt of her own liquids coupled with the fierce locking down on his member caused him to erupt in a way that was like the release of a geyser into her womb. As she was screaming for him to stop, his own release no doubt would cause another reaction in her. Thick, pulsating jets oozed in and filled her. His digits digging into her flesh as he made sure she could not escape his clutches. His chest heaved then he held his breath before crying out her name….her real name.
“BEATRIX! My only!”
She would not be able to see his face, but if she had….she would have been deeply shocked. The Warlock spasmed as he met her climax head on with his own. Their legs now coated with each other’s juices, as he continued to restrain her. The Warlock growled with a feeling of satisfaction….and contentment. There was no longer any doubt. She belonged to him.
Artie: “N-noh..” The plea was halfhearted, her eyes fluttering a bit as waves of exhaustion rolled over her. The thief would pull on his arms, attempting to remove him.. but she held no energy. Even now her legs were limp.. If not for him holding her up, she would have surely fallen to the ground, the limbs of her legs no more than jello now.. Her muscles limp against him. Her shoulders slouched, her eyes struggling to stay open as they felt increasingly heavy..
“I am.. not yours..” Though her whole body was pressed into him, not exactly solidifying her case.. As if you have a choice? But you do, and you’re not taking it.. slave.. A growl, the thief pushing against Raul’s hands in a sudden burst of force.. He would let her go or she broke through his arms, either way.. Almost instantly she crumpled to the ground on all fours, shivering and shaking.. Another attempt to stand was met with another fall, her lips parting in a soft cry.. “Don’t.. Don’t touch me.” The thief would crawl for a moment and then stop, feeling completely.. and utterly.. pathetic..
She would pause, sitting and leaning against the wall behind her. Her head would rest against her shoulder as the weight of his act rested on her, one arm wrapping around her breasts to hide them as the other did the same for her soaked womanhood.. A look of disgust normally would come to her face, but instead shame took hold.
“You.. You did this..” Exposed. Her womanhood still throbbed in need as if begging for more, despite its previous release.. Her arms now covered, but her breasts were perked in arousal.. The once fiery thief appeared to be coming under a sort of stupor, appearing so much more fragile than beforehand.. The bloody mark of his bite not helping such..
Razorbackwriter: Even after all that had happened between them, Bandit still had that last bout of energy to push herself away from the Warlock and land on the floor haphazardly. Like an animal on all fours, leaking from her sex into a puddle on the ground – her hair wild and her cheeks tainted with a red blush. A soft cry and she crawled from where the Warlock stood, her voice shaking as much as her body did. She didn’t want to be touched. Bandit felt dirty and used. The Warlock cocked his head slightly, before taking out a large square of cloth from his pocket and started to clean himself down slowly – wiping away any excess off his slightly flaccid member. Shame and disgust were etched upon Bandit’s face as she accused Raul of doing all this to her. But what she could not hide with her hands and arms was that she was still very much aroused by his attentions.
Raul crouched down so that they were eye level, his gaze penetrating as he said simply.
“I did what you needed…and still need.” Raul was being frank and to the point. He looked her over before deciding on how to deal with her now. To have her laying in her own excretions. There was no way he was going to simply let her lay there for the rest of the night. Bandit appeared to be losing her fire, being replaced with more of that drunken stupor. Raul snapped his fingers and spoke an incantation which caused a light breeze to pick up around them. Swirling papers and rubbish was soon replaced with what was a flying carpet. Gently he picked up the girl and lay her down upon the large mat, that easily supported her as though she weighed nothing at all. Raul fixed himself and was once again respectable, before joining her on the mat. He whispered the directions for where they were to go, and soon the carpet was flying off up and out of the alley to a destination of his choosing.
As he lay down beside her, he brought the girl into his arms, so that she was being spooned by him in a means of comfort and to help her go to sleep.