You decide to get Gal started with an old ritual you used to share with her: that eye-melding trick with your implants that gives you both such a high when you focus them on one another. You get on your knees in front of her, and touch your brow to hers. Your faces are little bit offset, each of your left eyes fixed on the other.
You used to do this with her because it allowed Gal to find a link with Cerise, however ephemeral -- to see Cerise while she was in her coma. Now there's no need for that, and therefore no reason to do it other than raw pleasure.
But it doesn't happen. Focus on her eye though you may, there is no effect.
"I don't understand," you say. "This... this never happens to me."
"it's okay."
"No, really. This... this isn't right. This never happens!"
"it's okay... it's not a problem."
Even still, you're mortified.
It's Gal who brings you out of it. She caresses your face. The gentle touch of her fingers almost tickles. She's in awe of you: "sir... you're so handsome..."
You stand again. Her eyes follow you. "You're right," you say. You prod her cheek with your index finger like testing the ripeness of fruit. "I am. So you should be thankful that I see fit to hurt you, shouldn't you?"
"yes..." she agrees. "i am... i'm so thankful..."
"You're just a dumb, ugly cunt."
"yes"
"You don't even deserve my hands on your neck."
"no i don't"
You prod her face again. "Fucking look at me when I talk to you."
Her scared eyes meet yours. "i-i'm sorry, sir"
"Take my belt off," you tell her.
She complies, but her hands are shaky, and she seems confused by even this simple task. She struggles to get the clasp undone, and to get the belt free from the loops of your pants. You grow impatient. And since she asked you to hurt her, you're going to grant her wish. You haul off and slap her hard across the face.
Her tears flow freely as she redoubles her effort to get the belt off. She tugs and tries to force it undone.
"Hurry the fuck up," you say. "Jesus. Stupid bitch."
"i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry... i'm so sorry..."
She finally gets it off, and obediently presents it to you. As you take it from her, she hangs her head in shame and fear; tears continue to trickle down her cheek.
You kneel. Clasping her face gently, you force her to look at you. "That one really hurt, huh?" You say, examining the angry red welt on her pale face streaked with her tears.
She nods.
"That might have been too much. I won't slap you again. Okay?"
She sniffles, surprised, and nods a second time. "o-okay. thank you sir"
You slap her. Suddenly and viciously. The thwack echoes off the walls. She winces and recoils and diverts her gaze. After a moment or two, she starts to ugly-cry. She heaves and gasps. Big, choking, desperate and pitiful sobs.
"Shh," you coo soothingly, "shh. Shh. That was really mean. It was too mean. I'll stop now. Okay? Shh... no more slaps. I'll be nice."
She brings herself back under control at least enough to stop sobbing. You make her look directly at you again.
"You're shaking so much," you say tenderly. "Are you scared? You trust me, right?"
She nods emphatically yes.
"Good... good."
You slap her.
She hardly lets out a little gasp of frightened confusion before you begin in earnest. You begin slapping her like a fucking drum now, over and over, a barrage of blows straight to her face. You rain brutal open handed slaps on her, at least a dozen. Her face is raw and beet red all over, and her eyes are puffy but she's in too much agony even to cry. When you relent, she just slumps forward, exhausted. She falls to the ground in a heap in the fetal position.
"Get up," you tell her.
She doesn't move, so you prod her with the toe of your shoe. "Get the fuck up, cunt."
She fights against gravity but finally finds her way to her feet. She's staring firmly at the ground. If she was trembling before, she's really trembling now. You hand her your belt and instruct her: "wrap it around your neck."
She does as you tell her, the black leather an alluring contrast to her milky skin.
"Tighten it," you tell her.
She pulls the end of the belt through the buckle and gets it taut, holding her arm behind her back like a person hanging herself. But of course, it's not good enough. You force her hand off the end of the belt and grab it yourself. "I said tighten it, you fucking stupid whore. Turn around."
She turns as you keep the belt in hand. You steer her towards the foot of her bed. You lay your other palm flat against her back and force her to bend over. Lower and lower your force her, keeping your end of the belt close to your chest, so that her own weight strangles her.
"Can't fucking do anything right, can you?" You sneer.
She tries to say something, maybe "yes sir" but her airway is totally blocked and all the sound she can make is a pained "chhhhh-- hhhh--" You know you'll kill her like this if you keep going, so you wrap your arm around her midsection now and haul her upright to allow her a moment to breathe. Her thin chest rises and falls rapidly as she sucks down precious air. The purple tint to her face slowly drains back to the angry red of being slapped.
"Answer me when I ask you a question," you say. "You can't do anything right, can you?"
"no sir no i can't sir i'm sorry sir" She's sobbing again.
She can talk, so she's had enough to breathe. You force her back down. This time you choke her even harder. You take a moment, as you choke her, to grope between her legs and feel her bare cunt -- she's leaking like a fucking faucet. Getting strangled half to death gets her off like nothing else.
You let go of the belt and turn her around. You push her to her back so she falls splay-limbed on the mattress, belt still hanging loosely off her neck. Her face is drenched with her own tears and is hardly recognizable after all the abuse. You pull your pants down and get on top of her.
"I'm going to rape you now," you tell her simply. "Thank me."
"thank you," she says. She's still struggling to breathe as you mount her and get your cock lined up. When you shove it home, she repeats: "thank you! Thank you sir! Thank you for raping me!"
You wrap your hands around the back of her head and start humping her. "Shut the fuck up," you say. She does.
Wetly you fuck back and forth, using her to get off. All you want is your own pleasure, but this is good for her, too. She likes having her cunt used for a masturbation sleeve. The inside of her pussy drools all over your cock as you rape it. It's a hot, wet little hole and you know she's close to cumming. The metal buckle of your belt jangles in tune with your forceful thrusts and she shudders underneath you. The bed thumps against the floor and the whole loft shakes.
"Good," you croon, your heart filling with gratitude as you find your relief inside Galatea, "good... gooood pet... that's it... just like that, huh... such a nice rape hole..." You're irrational now, ranting, enjoying yourself to your heart's content. You pull your head back enough to find her face and start planting kisses on her.
She repeats in a voice hardly more than a whisper: "thank you sir thank you sir thank you..."
"Choke yourself while I cum in you," you grunt.
She smiles brokenly, tongue lolling slightly from the corner of her mouth, as she reaches up and wraps her hands around her own neck, thumbs in the hollow. She presses down, harder even than maybe you did, and chokes herself until she's on the edge of passing out. You rut sloppily and feel her juices really start to flow. Angry, you say: "I didn't tell you that you could cum, too."
"i'm shhhorrry..." she says in a pinched, struggling voice.
"Ask me first," you tell her. "You fucking ask me for permission to cum."
"plleeeashe... pleeaasshheee can i cuuuum..." She continues to choke herself as she lets out this pained plea.
Hunching forward, getting your lips up to her ear, you whisper straight into her eardrum: "make me cum and you can cum, too."
She locks her legs around you and humps back against you as she gets high off her own choking. She seems to be going lightheaded and is only semi-conscious, but her body is moving all on its own, trying to wring out your jizz. You growl and can't hold back. That wonderful tingly release begins deep in your groin surges throughout your body. You yourself go lightheaded as you pound you cock relentlessly in and out of her, and feel that wet explosion deep inside; you shoot your cum into her without a care in the world. Bracing yourself with your hands behind her head again, you kiss her as you empty your balls inside her. The kiss is deep and passionate, but she's flagging -- passing out for real now. You're kissing an unconscious girl as you nut inside her. And even as she passes out, she cums against you. Her wet cunt squelches and spasms and shudders as it hungrily accepts your seed. She really is a good pet, all the way to the end -- held herself back from cumming as ordered.
You gently pull her hands off her neck, and she comes back to the world of the living, gasping for breath. You kiss her again, just as passionate, a kiss she returns this time. And as she kisses you back, she gyrates her hips, mashes her sticky pussy against your crotch. She's enjoying the feeling of your still-hard dick in her as it oozes the last of its sperm. She squeezes and milks your cock for all it's worth, getting every last fat drop of cum. She's a greedy pet, too.
GIRLS FUCKED: 11/12