Message-ID: <32578asstr$1001023802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <000901c14209$01601ee0$a4410a3f@default> From: "Danger-Bird" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2919.6600 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 20 Sep 2001 19:19:37.0310 (UTC) FILETIME=[302737E0:01C14209] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 15:18:02 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Robins Descent Parts 1-3 (M+/F, oral, anal, Rape/nonconsensual, interracial, ws, branding) Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 18:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate <1st attachment, "Robin's descent.doc" begin> Robin's Descent Parts 1-3 (M+/F, rape/nonconsensual, blackmail, oral, anal, ws, branding, interracial-not all in each chapter) Danger-Bird September 18, 2001 The following story contains graphic descriptions of rough, alternative, and nonconsensual sex. Do not read any further if you are under 18, offended by these topics, or if it is illegal for you to do so. All other standard disclaimers apply. This work and all characters included with in are fiction and fantasy. There is no place in reality for this behavior. Please seek appropriate help if you have trouble telling the difference. The author welcomes any feedback you might have. I can not promise a response to all emails, but will try my best to answer as appropriate. Send all communication to Danger-Bird@msn.com. This story may not be copied or reproduced with out the author's permission. *Author's Note: As this is intended to be a longer story the sex does not begin in earnest until the end of the second chapter. Chapter 1 For Robin her descent into perversion and depravity started out innocently enough. By the time her journey had ended she would do things that she had not known herself capable of. Things she had not known possible or existed previously. Things she wished she had never found out about, things she would never be able to forget. Robin knew that she shouldn't be driving. The light rain on the windshield, just enough to be a nuisance, not heavy enough to keep the wiper blades going, combined with the dark of the late night made it difficult to see. Not that she needed any external assistance to blur her vision tonight. The night's drinking games plus her tears and growing headache had already accomplished that. She knew she should've stayed at the party or at least asked for a ride home. She hadn't been able to force herself to do either. She was too upset to remain and too embarrassed by what happened to explain her desire to leave. The other girls were much more experienced than she was and they flaunted it, she just knew that they would think her silly. They already thought of her as a small town prude. No, they just wouldn't understand. She couldn't deal with their attitudes and snide remarks tonight. The semester had started out so promising. She had gotten accepted to the large and esteemed university-her primary choice. She would not have been able to afford it except for the substantial academic scholarship she received. Everyone was so proud of her. The small town girl was going off to hit it big. Though not extremely popular (her shyness prevented that), she had been able to make friends easily. She even managed to land a boyfriend. Robin had dated a little in high school but her studies had taken up too much of her time to ever really get serious with anyone. For the most part, Mike was very nice to her and she liked him a lot. The only problem was his constant pushing for her to go farther sexually. He was never satisfied with how far she was comfortable to go. She enjoyed the petting and necking and loved holding hands, but he always tried to push things. He had finally gotten her to perform oral sex on him, but she never liked it. Robin thought it demeaning but found the idea less scary than the alternative. She would clumsily go down on him doing what she thought would please him, knowing she was doing it wrong. He never seemed to mind though, with his grunts and "oh, baby's" he seemed to be enjoying himself. The only thing she knew he was displeased about was her refusal to swallow. There was no way that was ever going in her mouth. The thought was disgusting and made her sick just imagining it. How could anyone ever willingly do that? How awful-yuck! When he got close, he would slowly try to force more of himself into her mouth and hold her. Robin fought back by lifting up. It always turned into a small battle of tug of war and battle of wills. She always won, managing to remove his penis from her mouth and stroke him till he came into a tissue or handy towel. While that was enough at first, lately he had made it clear that he wanted to have sex with her. She just wasn't ready for that and he refused to understand her hesitance. That was what led to the argument tonight. It was what led to all their fights anymore. Robin had been drinking more than normal and he saw it as an opportunity to finally convince her to go that extra step. When he refused to take no for an answer and became more insistent, she had gotten up and left the room. His shouts of, "Don't ever come back, you fucking tease," still echoed in her head. Given the circumstances, Robin wasn't all that surprised when the accident happened. Eventually, very little would ever surprise her again. Andrew Young was out prowling the back streets, purposefully driving through the deserted alleys on the wrong side of town. Being one of the university's most noted professors meant he had to satisfy his proclivities in a discreet manner. He loved the look and feel of younger skin. That typically meant prostitutes. Teaching the snobby, bitchy, to-good-for-you girls that invariably came to his school taught him one thing over the years. Teenage girls have not changed at all since he was a kid. He had never been popular with them then and had frequently been a target for their cruel jokes. That was why he enjoyed the power and control he now wielded over their worthless lives. He treated them miserably and often unfairly, but his class was a requirement. He personally saw to that. His fantasies were always about wielding power over them in other ways. He was about to reach the corners where the hookers normally were when his fantasies leapt into the real world. A sudden jolt snapped his head back and forth and caused his car to lurch sideways. When everything stopped moving he knew he had been hit. Looking into the twisted rearview mirror he thought he recognized one of his more competent students. His first thoughts were of his reputation. How would he ever successfully explain what he was doing in the seedy part of town? That was when fate smiled upon him. Robin attempted to open the driver's side door three times before realizing it was still locked. After finally succeeding she stumbled from the car. Her weak, unsure legs barely able to support her, she fell to the wet pavement. She had gone this back way specifically to avoid other traffic. She could not believe her terrible luck. Carefully rising to her feet, she recognized the driver of the other car for who he was and she suddenly felt numb. If he turned her in she would lose her scholarship and be sent home. She would just die if she had to run back to mom and dad with her tail between her legs. Later, Robin would often lay awake at night and cry, thinking if only that had turned out to be the worse thing that occurred because of this. "I'm sorry Professor Young," she stammered, "It's been a bad night for me. I had a huge fight with my boyfriend and I just wanted to get home." She hoped she did not sound as drunk as she was. She failed. Andrew surveyed the scene as it played out before him and just smiled. Oh, yes. This was going to be so much fun... Robin's Descent 2 (M+/F, rape/nonconsensual, blackmail, oral, anal, ws, branding, interracial-not all in each chapter) Danger-Bird September 18, 2001 The following story contains graphic descriptions of rough, alternative, and nonconsensual sex. Do not read any further if you are under 18, offended by these topics, or if it is illegal for you to do so. All other standard disclaimers apply. This work and all characters included with in are fiction and fantasy. There is no place in reality for this behavior. Please seek appropriate help if you have trouble telling the difference. The author welcomes any feedback you might have. I can not promise a response to all emails, but will try my best to answer as appropriate. Send all communication to Danger-Bird@msn.com. This story may not be copied or reproduced with out the author's permission. Chapter 2 The tender young girl was obviously drunk. Andrew knew her and her history well; he was a member of the board and had been the deciding vote in her acceptance. The minute he had seen her picture he knew he wanted her in his class. She was just his type: fresh, sweet, and innocent. The type his twisted mind dreamt about making suffer for all the injustices and abuse played upon him by numerous girls throughout his youth. Her flowing red hair, green eyes, and pale freckled flesh had made his mouth water. Her shapely curves were so real, not the bulimic sticks most girls wanted to be and the magazines said you should be. She filled his dreams frequently that week and even more so once she arrived. Now if all went well, he was about to have her for his very own. His mind was reeling on how to proceed. He had played out multiple fantasies similar to this many times in his head and even occasionally role played with prostitutes, but it was so different when chance and circumstance blessed you for real. Just then, the spinning multicolored lights of the police car reflected off the dank buildings and garbage dumpsters lining the darkened empty alleyway. He was about to curse his luck when he realized that fate had chosen this to be his time. From the car stepped a large hulk of a man, Bill Briggs. He was a former student and star ball player at the university. He also had a nasty reputation that Andrew was very familiar with. After all, he had helped to cover up and `fix' the several claims of rape that had been brought against Bill. He was hoping that Bill was still grateful and that he still liked breaking uncooperative girls. Bill looked around then asked, "What seems to be going on here?" Robin was frozen to silence. This evening was going from bad to worse. With the police involved she could think of no way to avoid keeping this quiet. Unfortunately for her, Andrew had already thought up a way. "Bill, its Andrew Young. If you think back, I'm sure you'll remember me. I was one of your professors. If you come over here I'll explain everything to you." The last thing she heard before they fell into a hushed and lengthy discussion was the professor saying, "If you think back to all the times I helped you out, I believe I could use some of your special assistance now...to both of our advantages." She leaned against her crumpled car in the sprinkling rain gradually becoming concerned with the way the officer kept looking her over and grinning menacingly. Eventually, they both took determined steps back towards her, stopping just in front of her at an uncomfortably close distance. The large officer blatantly looked her up and down, as if she was a new sports car he was considering purchasing. "You know, you're in a lot of trouble girl. The way I see it, you were drinking and are underage and drunk." He let that accusation settle in for a moment then proceeded. "You were driving recklessly and wrecked into the back of the poor professor's car. Is that about right? And don't you lie to me, you'll just end up making things worse." In response, she stared emptily ahead, not knowing what to say. "I asked you a question, answer me!" Bill loved the way that would rattle her further. "Uh, yes sir. I'm sorry, it'll never happen again, I promise." Both men smiled. This was going to be easy. "I'm afraid it is a little too late for that now. I am going to have to take you in. Charges will be pressed...reckless driving, driving under the influence, underage drinking. The way I see it, if you're lucky you'll just be thrown out of college and get a huge fine plus probation." Her head and shoulders slumped a little more forward and her tears began. She cried so beautifully, that Andrew decided right then and there that he would make her cry often. He wondered how long it would take before she stopped being able to cry at the things he had planned for her. Unmoved, Bill continued, "Of course, with the increase in alcohol abuse they've been really cracking down lately. I think the last couple folks got jail time, didn't they Andrew?" Before he even had a chance to respond she broke down. She dropped to her knees and pleaded for another chance. She wept hysterically. She promised to be good in the future and offered money. If only he would please not take her in. It was just a bad mistake, it would never happen again. Anything, please, she sobbed. Everything was going exactly to plan. "Well," the policeman drew out the word as if it were several syllables and chewed it around in his mouth, "Andrew did mention one idea he had, but I don't think a girl like you would be interested." "No, what is it, please." She sounded pitiful, and that pleased the men. "You can get your prick teasing white ass over there and suck the professor's dick until he comes down your sweet tight throat." Robin blanched at what she heard. Not comprehending for a moment. She was not sure what she was expecting but it certainly was not that. "You can't make me do that. You're a cop and my teacher, for Christ's sake! It's, it's extortion," she whimpered. "More accurately, blackmail. Now get started slut or it's off to jail, your choice." The awful reality of her situation sunk into her. She frantically tried to think of a way out but couldn't. The booze and panic had left her mind racing and she couldn't think straight. As bad as this was, she had been giving blow jobs to her boyfriend and she just couldn't bear the thought of jail and expulsion. Robin had made her choice. She started to stand up to walk over to him when she felt the officer's heavy hand on her shoulder as he pushed her back to her knees. "He wants to see you crawl, honey." After a moment's hesitation, which resulted in her getting kicked sharply on the ass by his black booted foot, she crawled on her hands and knees over to the smug Professor Young. As her trembling hands moved towards his crotch, she noticed the start of a sizable bulge forming. She also thought she saw the glimmer of a faint flash, thinking it was a car or apartment light, Robin jerked back. That was when he slapped her. His backhand was swift and fell hard against her face. Let her try to prove that didn't happen in the crash, he thought. "What's your rush, Robin, my dear. I think I would like to hear you ask for it, nicely. Make me believe you want it. For your sake, I hope you're convincing, I'd hate to think what they would do to an innocent young thing like you in prison." Andrew could hardly contain his joy as he spoke. "Please sir, let me suck your cock. I, I, I need it so much." She stammered. "I want to feel your hard dick in my mouth so bad. Please, let me have it. Please..." He had withdrawn his turgid member and was rubbing it on her face as her pleads filled the rainy, bleak night. Slick trails of his precum were left on her cheeks and lips. He began to lightly slap her lips with it saying, "Tell me you want to be my good little cock sucking slut." Which Robin heard herself saying as told. It was like this was happening to someone else and not to her. She saw herself as if in a dream. Was that another flash? No, rather as if in a nightmare from which she could not wake up. Before allowing her to suck his cock he first made her lick and suckle his balls. He tasted different than her boyfriend and was larger, not impossibly so as in books, but still a respectable 7 or 8 inches. His soft grey hair did not tickle her, as her boyfriend's bristly black hair did. Robin felt strange that these were her thoughts now that she had resigned herself to her fate. When the command came to suck, as she knew it would, she did so almost happily, knowing that her ordeal would soon be over. Robin wiped her tear stained cheeks and then tossed her wet, matted hair from her face, flipped her head in that oh, so cute way young girls can, closed her eyes, and began. He made a mental note to discipline her and break her of that habit later, though he had to admit it was indeed cute. He wanted her to watch his power over her. He wanted her to see what was going to happen and know it enough in advance to fear it and be shamed by the thought. Her hot, ragged breath was pure heaven on his engorged cock. She had trouble opening her mouth, dry from fear and humiliation, and licked her lips repeatedly attempting to moisten them. It took all the control and willpower that Andrew could muster not to cum right there at the sight before him. This pure, untainted vision nervously playing with him in her small delicate hands, obviously afraid and performing via fear while he watched and commanded from above, nearly sent him over the edge. But he had waited and fantasized about this for all his life. Visions of prissy high school cheerleaders, that believed themselves above him, stuck in similar situations had gotten him through those early years, and so he held on now. A feat of Herculean proportions, he thought proudly. She gingerly took in his head and licked around the crown. Her tongue was light and feathery on him. Wonderfully erotic in that uncertain, hesitant, unsure manner that could only be found in the inexperienced. Yet another background light, probably cars passing in the adjoining streets. He had a strong manly smell that filled her senses and a salty taste. Robin took in another few inches and let her tongue dance and play with the underside of his older prick. The copious amount of fluid that seeped onto the back of her tongue assured her of his satisfaction. Grasping the base of his thick cock with her shaking right hand, she began what she hoped were the right motions. Not that she was concerned with his pleasure; she just wanted this horrible night over. She slowly and awkwardly bobbed her head in an up and down motion over the top few inches of his dick while vigorously stroking his hard shaft with her demure hand. It was not Andrew's preferred technique, too much hand work and her motion was too jerky, no rhythm or skill. He wondered if this was her first blow job. But he was not going to argue now, if all went as planned, there would be plenty of time to teach her later. And he would take great joy in punishing her until she did learn. Briefly, he imagined how she was going to look and how she would be spending much of her time. The length of his entire cock buried deep in her throat, her full red lips stretched around his base, her nose being painfully slammed into his pelvic bone again and again; her cute freckled face already covered in a mixture drying and still wet cum from previous sessions... For now, he was going to relax and enjoy her ministrations, crude as they were. Naturally, he did have to yank her head back and smack her a few times to remind her to be more gentle with her teeth. Despite her poor technique and aided by his own thoughts of what was to come, he eventually reached that point. With a nod he signaled Bill who quickly came over and swiftly and expertly cuffed her hands behind her back. She felt the cold metal bite into her prickly flesh before she knew he had started. Robin knew true disgust when she felt a hand at the back of her head and two more on her shoulders roughly force the unwanted cock past the opening to her throat and hold her in place. Robin choked on his flesh and struggled for air. She knew with dread what was coming and tried to fight for the first time. She tossed and shook. Robin tried to plead and beg for him not to. Through the fat cock lodged deep in her throat all that were heard were muffled sounds that, unknown to her, caused pleasant vibrations against his excited prick and hurried the inevitable. She was held firm and with a final surge from behind, felt her nose push up and painfully flatten against his pubic bone. With growing dread, she felt him increase inside and begin to pulse in her mouth and throat. Robin heard his triumphant growl reverberate through the alley like a predator after a kill. She saw and was ashamed of where she realized the latest and previous flashes came from. The first spurts of sticky cum jetted directly down her throat causing her to gag. She tried to cough it back up, unsuccessfully. Her panicked throes only succeeded in dislodging him far enough to enable his thick cum to spurt directly onto her tongue and fill her mouth. She could not believe the amount of the stuff that came out. There was so much jism that it spilled from her mouth and dribbled downward over the side of her chin and neck to pool between the swell of her breasts. Robin's only choice was to swallow or drown in it. A cough causing some of the hated stuff to be lodged in the back of her nose convinced her and she began to swallow. She could feel his expended cum ooze and stick to her throat as it slid into her stomach. Immediately following the removal of his deflating organ from her abused mouth, she bent over and tried to retch. A final flash and laughter. Remainders of his ejaculate and ropes of her saliva were coating her teeth and the roof of her mouth, it was slimed over her lips, and stained her blouse. She could barely hear them talking over her hacking. "I think I better take her home now that you've had your fun Andrew. Just remember what we talked about. I'll hold you to it. You won't want these getting out." Bill said warningly as he placed a roll of film into his front pocket. With that said he grabbed her gruffly below her right under arm and lifted her from the ground and hauled her limp body into the waiting front passenger seat. Had Robin been thinking, that would have seemed ominously odd to her. She was not even allowed the dignity to clean herself off. Instead she felt the pooled cum begin to cake and congeal on her skin. It didn't matter now, she didn't believe she would ever feel clean again. Bill got in the driver's side and started the engine. He wanted to take her right now and fuck what he knew from watching her performance had to be a very tight, tender, virginal asshole. He loved listening to their sorrowed pleas for mercy as he took them that way, especially since his cock looked exactly as you'd expect to find on a former All Conference linebacker. A black, former All Conference linebacker. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. If their plan was to work, they had to move slowly and break her in gradually. Working her up step by step. If they tried to rush things all would be ruined. He did need to release some pent-up aggression though. The little white bitch had put on quite a show. The last thing Andrew saw as the police cruiser pulled away was Bill's enormous hand at the back of Robin's head forcing it to disappear below the car's dashboard. He laughed out loud knowing she was going to have a very interesting ride back. Robin's Descent 3 (M+/F, rape/nonconsensual, blackmail, oral, anal, ws, branding, interracial-not all in each chapter) Danger-Bird September 20, 2001 The following story contains graphic descriptions of rough, alternative, and nonconsensual sex. Do not read any further if you are under 18, offended by these topics, or if it is illegal for you to do so. All other standard disclaimers apply. This work and all characters included with in are fiction and fantasy. There is no place in reality for this behavior. Please seek appropriate help if you have trouble telling the difference. The author welcomes any feedback you might have. I can not promise a response to all emails, but will try my best to answer as appropriate. Send all communication to Danger-Bird@msn.com. This story may not be copied or reproduced with out the author's permission. Chapter 3 Robin's ride back to her apartment was worse than the abuse that preceded it: being forced to perform oral sex on her teacher, on her knees in a dark back alley, in the rain, amongst the trash cans, like a common whore. She had been used and humiliated and felt cheap; in time, she would get used to those feelings. By the time Bill had finished with her, removed the tight cuffs, and kicked her from the car, his seed still wet and plastered to her pretty but no longer innocent face, she thought things couldn't possibly get any worse. Robin would soon discover how wrong she was. His shouted comments through the cruiser window before pulling away foreshadowed that her Hell was just beginning. "The professor expects to see you sitting up front in class tomorrow. Wear your shortest skirt and no panties. See ya later sweet meat." And he blew her a kiss. Robin looked around nervously to see if there were any lingering observers left. She had heard voices and laughter in their direction through out the frantic final minutes sitting outside her residence as she was forced to finish pleasuring the officer. She prayed that no one recognized her, but her tortured mind feared she could recall hearing her name mentioned from outside the car's fogged windows, typically included with in unwanted cheers of encouragement. Robin rubbed her sore wrists trying to get rid of the feeling of pins and needles caused by the handcuffs. She reached up and tried to wipe away the men's semen from her face but really only succeeded in smearing any of the remaining sticky stuff around. She wept openly as she entered the building, walked inside her apartment, and collapsed on her bed. She cried herself to an unpleasant, restless sleep filled with images of her bent over the police car's front seat. Bill reached behind her slumped head and intertwined his powerful right hand amongst her drenched hair and guided her head back and to the left so she could look up into his face. His look of anticipation was unmistakable. "You're going to be a good little slut and do as Bill tells ya or you just may not ever make it back home, understand?" All that Robin could manage in response was to nod her head in acquiescence and gulp, rightfully fearing what he might be planning. She did not have to wait long to find out. "I'm going to fuck your face with my big, fat cock, " which he used his left hand to casually and obscenely stroke through the thin material of his blue uniform pants, "and you're going to behave and take it like a good little girl. If you don't..." He removed the hand from his crotch briefly to shake a long warning finger and shake his head no. The warning did not have to be completed, nor was it. He directed her towards his lap as he pulled the vehicle away from the scene and said, "Undo my belt and pants with your teeth." He suspended her above him by her hair, close enough to smell his excitement and musky odor but still far enough away that she had to stretch and pull painfully at his hand to reach the final few inches to his belt. The stiff leather scratched her lips as she fumbled with it for several agonizing minutes. She could feel the drying cum deposited on her face begin to cake and pull at her skin as she worked. Robin bit her tongue twice and the side of her sore mouth once attempting to undo the button on his pants. It seemed he found a cruel delight in managing to hit every hole or bump in the road as she labored below him. He would have an even more sinister pleasure finding those bumps once his cock found the back of her throat. Lowering his zipper was not nearly as traumatic as the bulge begging for escape behind it. Her cheek pressed against the throbbing mass as she pulled the zipper down with trembling teeth. His boxer shorts were grossly distorted by the presence of his manhood. Robin stretched her neck once he released hold of her hair and winced as he drew his hand deep into his shorts to remove his tool. Robin immediately gasped, just as every girl did when presented with his considerable endowment. Unseen it seemed inhuman by its shape, unfurled in its full splendor it seemed like a cruel imitation of a man's penis. Bill held it at its enormous base, wiggling it at her, its weight causing the top, a full 13 inches higher, to lean to the side and laughed. He loved the looks he always got when displaying his prize organ. Women' s faces a mixture of fear and amazement, men's in admiration and shame. Robin's expression did not disappoint. He wondered what sort of contortions her face would make when he introduced her to the wicked pleasures of anal sex the first time. The thought energizing him and causing drops of moisture to ooze from his head, he grasped a handful of her flame red hair and instructed, "If I feel your teeth graze me even once, I'll knock them out of your fucking mouth. Get started, bitch." He guided her mouth to his waiting prick and drove her half way down its abnormal length with the initial plunge. He allowed her to remain there long enough to catch her breath and become accustomed to his girth. The top few inches wedged painfully in the entrance to her bruised throat, choking her. Robin stared down in horror at what had to be another 7 inches of bloated skin remaining. In contrast, Bill looked down and loved what he saw. He would never get tired of the sight of a young white girl's bright lips and small struggling mouth stretched agonizingly around the width of his black dick. Eyes wide open in shock and pleading for mercy, which they would never receive. The contrast between Robin's fair complexion and his dark meat was so powerfully erotic to him that he almost left her there just so he could witness it as he jerked her mouth back and forth over it. Almost, but he didn't. No, he would enjoy the sensations of her shaky lips pressed all the way down and his shaft encased in her distended throat too much to let her off easy. Besides he needed to keep his attention on the road. Bill eased her up just a little and then cruelly forced her the rest of the way down in one smooth, unhurried motion. He noticed with appreciation that she managed to keep her teeth wrapped behind her outstretched lips. Robin took it the only way she was able to. She relaxed herself in acceptance, allowing him to use her as he wished; not that she had any option. Robin thought of herself like a rodent caught in the death-filled jaws of a large cat, unseen till too late, waiting for the inevitable, who stops struggling and goes limp. He was slightly disappointed that he could not find fault with her. Oh well, he would find many other things to punish her for later. He proceeded to do just as he promised earlier and roughly fucked her throat the entire ride back. Raising her up but a few inches before crashing her face back down into his lap abruptly and repeatedly, only removing his cock from the depths of her battered throat long enough to get directions. She was amazed that he actually was able to follow her muffled and incoherent driving instructions. If this experience had not been so horrible she might have laughed at the site they must have presented. His substantial weight against her tongue, his size filling her mouth as she mumbled where and when to turn, sounding like a patient returning from the dentist with a mouthful of cotton. Eventually they did arrive, but her torment did not end there. Bill had remarkable staying power and had been able to hold back his orgasm. He wanted to add one final insult to her degradation. To take one last piece of her will away. He parked directly in front of her building and continued to make use of her for several torturous minutes as her neighbors and he hoped friends came and went, many passing close enough to see inside the cruiser's interior. With Robin's arms pressed behind her back against the cold vinyl seat not visible, she looked to be a willing participant in the pornographic site that was presented. She received numerous lewd and appreciative comments, cheers, and applause. Bill made a mental note to talk to Andrew about sanctioning her use to some of the building's more interested tenants. Several gave them much more than a casual glance and he recognized the wild, dangerous look she received from a few. He made sure to remember who those individuals were. Before they were through with her, she would be the building slut. Kneeling or bending over on command for those wishing to take advantage of any of her soon to be well used holes. Hell, she would be the campus whore. For that was their plan for her, as long as she'd let them they'd turn her into a cum soaked fuck toy. Constantly thinking up new and imaginative ways to make her further humiliate and debase herself. He wondered how far they would be able to push her before she finally broke. That notion caused his orgasm to suddenly surge through him. Robin felt his hips buck forcefully upwards impaling her completely on his spasming rod. She heard a deep exhalation of air and felt a geyser of warm fluid explode into her for the second time that night. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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