Trapped - Ch 2 ~ The Defloration
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Trapped
A BDSM/Rape story by: Starring: Sasha and Drake Ch 2 - The Defloration
The two of them started walking, and Sasha felt her legs quivering a little bit. This horse was going to defile her and there was nothing much she could do about it, besides accept the fate she had now chosen. She had to try to be strong, for her mother. Drake was right behind her and as she started up the stairs, he put a hand beneath her skirt and grabbed her ass. "The young ones are always best. Such tight bodies. Take me to your parent's room."
Sasha started up the stairs in front of Drake and as his hand slid under her skirt and grabbed her ass, she jumped, her tail flicking behind her. Each step up had her legs shaking and her ass swaying in his grip. Even with her on a higher step in front of him, when she turned to look over her shoulder at him, she had to look up at him. "Can I stop to get something from my room on the way?"
Drake was enjoying the gropefest on the way up the stairs. His fingers rubbing all over her was slowing her down and he could feel her muscles tensing and shaking. He loved it...her supple smooth skin under his fingertips. An eyebrow quirked when she asked if she could get something from her room, "Depends on what it is, baby..." They were almost to the top of the steps, "I guess, but I'm following you in, make sure you don't try anything stupid like making a break for it."
Sasha nodded, still trembling under his touch. "My room's on the way to theirs," she said as they reached the top, turning slightly as she waited for him to reach her side again. Once he was next to her, she started walking down the hall, stopping at the second door on the right, and opened the door. Her hand slid into his free hand as she entered, giving him silent reassurance that she wasn't about to do anything stupid. She stopped in the middle of the room, letting him take a look around at the one room, in this house, that defined her.
Drake acknowledged her and followed her down the hall to her room. He stepped inside and paused, looking around and nodding at what he saw. He imagined that no boy had ever set foot in this room, let alone a man that was going to defile her in every way possible within a very short while. There were the standard things one would expect to find in the bedroom of a girl her age. A few posters, a bookshelf, laptop on a desk, and a bed with some stuffed animals of various shapes and sizes. "What are you getting?"
"Dad gave me access to his credit cards and lets me do any shopping I want. I bought something that..." Her ears twitched as a blush crossed her face and she turned to dig it out of her bag that her mother had dropped off in her room earlier in the day. Opening it, she dug into it a bit and pulled out a white robe-looking top, a tiny pair of panties with rhinestones in white and a pair of white thigh highs. She pulled out a pair of white strappy heels as well and looked over her shoulder at him, her face nearly red from her blush. "If you want, I can put this on now," she offered, her ears low in case he didn't like the idea, but her tail swishing slightly behind her.
Drake backed out of the middle of the room and leaned against the doorway, folding his arms over his chest. He still had his shirt on, but he had no pants or shoes. His eyes followed her and a smirk appeared on his face, "So Daddy lets you use his credit card and buy whatever the fuck you want. Damn. When I was young, you know the shit I could have gotten into with that kind of freedom?" He shook his head and chuckled. His ears twisted a bit as he thought he heard a noise from downstairs, sounded like Imone got a dick up her sore pussy.
Sasha pulled out an outfit that would have made some married women blush to be seen in, and offered to put it on. "You know what, I was gonna have you find something sexy to wear for me in your mom's shit. But this looks better than I thought. Damn straight, put that on now."
Sasha blushed and sat on her bed, bending over to take her shoes off first. She flexed her toes a little, then rose back up and reached behind her to unzip her skirt, letting the fabric pool at her feet, leaving her in her red satin panties. She turned around letting him see her firm ass in the panties, especially the fact that they were just a strip of fabric between her ass cheeks in the rear. As she faced away from him, she gripped the bottom hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, turning around to let him see her in just her panties and bra. Her tail was swishing behind her as she stepped towards him and looked up at him. "Would you like to take my bra off?" she asked, arching her back some to offer him her breasts to tease before she got into the outfit she'd bought.
He watched silently from across the room, enjoying the mini-stripshow she was giving him. His eyes were drinking in the sight, and if she wasn't already undressing he would have been doing it with his eyes anyway, or better yet with his hands. When her skirt hit the ground he was gratified to see that the ass he had felt up was just as tight looking as it felt, and then her shirt came up and off too. Drake pushed off the wall, stepping toward her as she offered her breasts and asked if he wanted to take her bra off. She was doing her best to make him want her, to make sure he concentrated only on her. His fingers came up and he stroked her face, almost loving, almost gentle. "Such a good girl. Making sure to do everything you can to make me like you. Maybe hoping I won't fuck you too hard later." He smirked, "That's not going to happen. I'm going to fuck you as hard as I damn well please. But maybe you can learn to like it." He grabbed her chin, lifted it and kissed her on the lips, while his other hand caressed her breasts.
A soft mewl slipped from her lips as he started caressing her breasts, which were already large for her age, but we're perfect on her frame. The mewl was trapped by his lips as he took hers in a kiss that soon had her lips parted with its intensity. Her bra had fallen to the floor when he unfastened it, and her nipples had tightened in the air, only to get tweaked by his fingers as he caressed those globes. Her hands slid under the waist of her panties, and she eased them over her hips, then pushed them down her legs, letting them pool at her feet as the kiss lingered and she stood nude in front of him. Her feet parted and she kicked her panties away from her, finally letting her hands lift and then tangle in his hair.
The big horse wrapped an arm around her waist and kept her trapped against him, her nude body pressing up against his, the massive shaft of his manhood trapped between their bodies, pointing down along her thigh. He continued to tweak and rub her breasts even as she gave into his control. At last Drake pulled away from the kiss and smirked, "You were wonderful baby... that was quite a show, just like I told you." He stepped back a little and looked her over, "Your mom really fuckin needed that, but why did you stop me from fucking her ass?"
Sasha purred as he held her, stretching up on her toes to nuzzle him. "Because it wouldn't have been as good for you. Mom's too scared of her ass being fucked. She's only been with Dad. It was going to take too long for you to get in there. And I need you." Before he could answer, she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her dainty hands, licking his tip, then up and down his shaft, sporadically kissing him between licks, then her lips parted and she struggled to take that broad, flared head between those plump red slashes on her face, swollen from the kisses they'd shared. Finally, she popped him into her mouth, purring around that thick, blunt head.
Drake didn't have a chance to speak before she got down to her knees and started licking and kissing his cock. He had been preparing her for this for a while, and clearly she was more than ready to get to work on him. Still, she had to be corrected. "Yes, Baby, but from now on, I don't want you interfering with me and the boys. Your mom is gonna get her ass raped, and lots of other things, too." A smile played across his lips. "And you have to keep playing the girl getting raped, too, though with my cock it will feel like you're getting raped. Don't expect to enjoy it."
Sasha looked up at him, her face distorted by the cock she had stuffed into her dainty mouth. So far, she couldn't get much more of him in her mouth, but she wanted to. It was in her eyes that she wanted to have his cock down her throat, and she was trying to push down his shaft some. After a few minutes, she'd managed to get the head and an inch or two of shaft soaked with her saliva and she pulled back, her jaw sore from how long she'd held it open around his thick prick. "Why not let Xan stretch her? I think Dad has some kind of tools in his workshop that he could use. But tell him you get mom's anal cherry, just like you're getting all my cherries." She rose back to her feet and went to the bed, pulling on the stockings and heels, then easing the panties on. With just the lower half covered, she bent over and displayed her wet slit through the opening in the panties. "I can't wait to have you popping me open, love. Up here, or do you want to do it in front of mom?"
She was pretty damn adorable when she got the concentrated look on her face that said she really wanted to get his shaft in her throat, but he knew that she wasn't gonna make it on her own, and in fact he wasn't sure if she could make it at all. Imone had barely managed, even with Drake shoving it down her gullet, so Sasha might physically hurt herself doing so. At last she pulled back, a string of spit following her lips and then snapping. He quirked an eyebrow, "You're one nasty little slut, you know that? And you haven't even been fucked yet. Didn't what Xan told you earlier scare you at all? I heard what he said..."
Sasha looked over her shoulder at Drake and smirked. "You love me this way, love. You trained me to like porn of big guys with little females. Especially when the guys are rough." She gave her hips a shake, trying to tempt him. "I heard Xan. I know you're gonna be rough. I wouldn't want you to be who you aren't. I know it's gonna hurt. I know I'm gonna suffer some. But I also know I belong to you, and I want you happy with me." She smiled at him. "I think you should take one cherry here, then the other downstairs."
Drake smirked. He had her wrapped around his little finger, or perhaps his dick was more appropriate in this case. This little tart had no idea what she had gotten herself into and she thought it was all good fun, just like he had made her think. What was more delicious than getting intimately involved in the family that had put you away in prison. Their daughter was going to be his bitch for life. "And you learned it well, but there's only one dick for you, baby." He patted his shaft as she shook her hips and showed off her glistening pussy. He came up behind her and bent forward over her back, grabbing her hair and turning her head to his so he could kiss her again, rougher this time. His cock was between her legs in her thigh gap and it ended about her sternum. She was gonna get fucked. "And which hole do you have in mind? I want your momma to hear you scream. So, I think I'll fuck your pussy up here, alone, as a couple should be when the woman is deflowered... then I'll rape your tight little ass downstairs while your momma watches you sob."
Sasha kissed him back, happy that she got him to get rough with her a little more. "Only dick I want is yours, love. And I love the way you think. That was what I was thinking too. And I can make sure mom hears me, cause I'm sure that had anyone been in their homes nearby, they would have been pounding on the doors already from how you made mom scream. I never knew she had it in her to scream like that. To love being fucked so roughly." Her hips rocked and she slid her slick pussy along his shaft, getting her juices on him to help with what she was about to experience. "Make me your girl, Drake. Pop my cherry and fill me with your cum, love."
He broke the kiss by jerking her head away from his and then pushing it down toward the bed a little as she sat up. She started rocking her body, rubbing her cuntlips along his shaft and lubricating it, though nothing could ever hope to get his whole shaft wet enough to not make it hurt. She was going to be fuckin ruined after this. Drake pulled back from her and grabbed his cock with one big hand, pushing it into her cunt. Her folds disappeared and pushed inward as he rubbed and ground it around, flexing the rubbery flare this way and that to work it into her tiny hole. "You want me to fuck you up, baby? Want me to make you scream? You won't even have to try with this thing going in your body... I'm gonna fuck you and breed you good and hard."
Sasha purred and her tail swished over her back, the fur sliding against his chest. "Fuck me, love. Xan told you I'm in heat, so you know I'll get knocked up. Plant your baby in my young womb. Stretch my cunt around that massive fuckpole. Make me scream in pain and pleasure," she purred as he pushed her head back to the bed, her ass pushed up with her feet in the heels. She spread her feet some, giving him more access to her cunt as she pushed back towards him, her body begging just as much as her mouth had a moment before, her juices practically leaking from her slit to coat his head as he pushed into her tight, virgin cunt.
Drake didn't need much encouragement, he was going to deflower her brutally here on the bed. For months he had been working on her, having her watch porn with him over the internet, and training her, subtly at first and then openly to enjoy watching women taking guys with giant shafts, and training her to love pain porn. Clearly she had learned well. It took a few minutes and lots of her natural lube, but at last her supple folds accepted his flare and he felt himself entering her. There was a sudden popping sensation, and he was in.
Sasha pushed back as he pushed forward, whimpering with her need. Then her tight entrance gave way to his irrefutable desire and he popped into her tunnel, stretching her wide around his fat horsecock. A low cry slipped from her as her tunnel stretched, and she pushed back harder. She knew he wasn't going to give her time to adjust, not that she wanted him to. As they pushed towards each other, her back arched and her head came up, her breasts thrust forward as a scream of pain tore from her as his cock ripped through her hymen, her virgin blood adding to the lube her body had produced, easing his path into her as he drilled her cunt to only be satisfied with his massive prick.
The fat horse cock paused only a moment so that its owner could arrange himself. He grabbed her by the smooth skin of her hip with one large hand and by the hair with the other, and slammed his shaft home. There was no way he could fit the whole cock into her, even if her cervix opened and let him into her womb. Her ass would be the only hole capable of taking the whole thing, but Drake fully intended to act like he was going to fit the entire shaft in her cunt. He slammed hard into her until he felt her body could take no more of him in that thrust, then pushed her off and fucked into her again. Her tunnel was wet and soft, but the noises she made belied the pain she felt.
Sasha yowled in pain as he kept slamming into her, though her mind was trained to enjoy this by him and that kept her tunnel wet as he slammed into her repeatedly, that broad flared head battering her cervix into the same submission she'd already given him. The grip he had on her hair held her back arched as he slamfucked her virgin-tight cunt, each pull out dragging her juices with his shaft. "Bast damn it, love. That cock of yours is huge. It hurts... so fucking good... in my tight cunt," she moaned between yowls of pain.
Drake wanted to make sure that downstairs, Imone would be able to hear every thrust of his shaft into her daughter, as he defiled her. But she would never know how her daughter was begging to be used by her dominant master, the male who had corrupted her so easily. He couldn't see her pussy from this angle, but he knew that if he turned her over her lips would be obscenely stretched, and there would be a bulge in her abdomen with each thrust he made. To know that he was ruining her, that he was going to plant a baby right inside her belly and leave her pregnant...that was delicious. "Once you have had this cock, you ain't gonna want another one, baby. You're mine for life now..."
Sasha mewled at his words, practically preening in pleasure, though she did keep up the pretense for her mother. If it had just been them, she might not be screaming quite so loud, but she knew that with as girthy as his prick was, she would have been screaming just the same. "I never wanted a prick before yours, love," she panted between yowls of pain and mewls of pleasure. "Don't even want to think about other dicks. Your cock is all I need to be happy - taking what belongs to you, stretching my tight little cunt around that thick shaft... Mmmm.. Yes, please, love. For life."
Drake pounded into her a few more times, then he shoved her forward entirely onto the bed. His cock slid out of her and with a pop her juices dribbled onto the floor. He didn't leave her alone long though, grabbing her and bodily flipping her over onto her side so that her legs were straight out to his left, then dragging her ass back to the edge of the bed, lining up and slamming home all the way to the hilt. He put both hands on her hips again and started humping her, but the strokes were not short and fast like a dogs, but long strokes with a slamming stop at the end, and each time she screamed out a little. He knew about half of it was all for her mother, but the rest was all because of his huge shaft. "Tight lil Sasha. My sexy Hellcat," he grinned and slammed into her again and again.
Sasha gasped as he pulled out, her tight hole stretched out some. It wasn't as bad as it would get after he got through with her, for the first round, at least. The new position left her unable to arch the way she was for the actual defloration, but it did give him a new angle to fuck her in, and made her feel his cock in new ways. As he slammed back into her, hard, she yowled out, then pulled her legs back at the knee to curve around him, as if she was holding him in place. "All yours, love," she purred, then yowled again as she felt his broad, flared head slamming into her cervix. "Always yours. Only yours."
His frantic need to fuck her harder and breed her kept his hips moving. Though she was only a neko and not as tough as her mother's species, and so much younger than he, she was taking it much better than her mother ever could have. He put that down to her love that he had engendered over the past months. She desired him in ways that she might not even have known, a deep-seated need. Though she couldn't arch, that didn't matter, this gave him the ability to grip her thigh and reach down to grope her chest at the same time, grabbing one of her perfectly sized boobs and squeezing it hard enough to make anyone scream.
And scream she did. She could feel his blunt nails digging into her tender breast flesh, marking her as his. His girl. His toy. His little pain-slut. She was all of them. And soon to be mother of his child. Her tunnel grew slicker as he added more pain to her first time - proof that she was fully engaged in the painful fuck. Her claws pushed from her fingers and she grabbed the bedding, on the brink of cumming already. But she knew... she knew she had to hold it, to wait for Drake. He always told her when she could cum, and she'd always obeyed him. "Please," she begged, knowing he'd tell her to hold on. To wait. But she always begged, and she always held on until he told her to cum. But actually fucking him, having her tight cunt stretched around his massive prick was just so much better than watching a porn video of a big cocked guy fucking a tight girl. She didn't know if she'd be able to hold on when the pleasure that had grown within her was so much more intense than anything else she'd ever felt.
"No," he said, as she predicted. "Not yet, not until I can stare you in the eye, not until I'm ready to cum," he ordered, knowing it was going to be a struggle. They had webcammed many times, but he had made sure she stayed a virgin, only ever orgasming with her fingers and never penetrating herself. These sensations running through her would be more intense than anything she had ever felt. But she knew the consequences. He had told her many times what would happen if she failed. He had told her that he would train her then by taking her to the very edge of orgasm, and then beating her ass black and blue, over and over, until she learned to hold it, until she learned to cum on command and not when her body was ready. He had read stories of alpha males being able to simply tell their girls when to cum, and the command instinct was so strong that their bodies would just spontaneously orgasm.
Sasha whined in submission, her body trembling on the edge. But she bit her lower lip as often as she could between yowls, fighting her need to cum. She knew he wanted to see her come undone from the pain of his cock stretching her, from the pleasure that only his cock could give her. Her face screwed up as she struggled against the orgasm threatening to overtake her while the sounds of his cock driving through her juices rose in the room. And she still didn't have all of him inside her. She was so ready to cum. But even more than that, she belonged to him. His word was law to her.
His thrusts slowed now, and again he pulled out of her, his massive prick once more falling from her cunthole. Grabbing her ankles, Drake spread her legs, rolling her onto her back in the process. She was laid out before him, young and 'pure' and lovely, and entirely his, from head to toe. His mighty shaft he slapped down onto her cuntlips and he leaned over her, stroking her face with one warm hand, only to tangle it in her hair and pull her up a little bit, "Beg for my cock.... Beg for me to slam into you all the way to your womb. Then maybe I'll let you cum, maybe..."
Her arms slid under her, supporting her as her back arched, her full breasts pushed out as she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and desire. She licked her lips and purred, her eyes never leaving his as she spoke, "Please, love... I know you've worn down my cervix... Pop that fuckably wonderful massive horsecock into my womb... Fill this tight body with your baby... Make me scream your name the way I wanted to, but couldn't, for all those months we cammed and chatted... When we watched those movies, I always fantasized that it was us in them... Your big cock tearing into my tight little body... Making me scream in pain and pleasure... I need that fuckpole of yours tearing my cervix open and fucking my womb, love... Please..."
Had Drake not been so engorged with lust, and had his own orgasm not been so very close, he might have made her wait, made her beg to be taken more, but as it stood he felt that her shameless pleading was good enough. He nodded, "Fuckin right..." and with that he put his shaft at her entrance, and slammed home. The shaft went straight through her tunnel and slammed into her cervix, but though her barrier was not entirely ready to collapse, he forced his way through. Her cervix gave up the ghost and he felt himself sink the last inches into her that he would be able to get. Still, about four inches remained outside, and there was no way he could get them in. As her cervix popped she spasmed and he felt her walls clench down hard, begging for the seed that he was so ready to give her.
And that brutally hard thrust made her scream, as she asked. Intense pain tore through her body, just enough to push back her orgasm a bit, though her walls clamped down on his shaft. Her hands flattened on the bed, her back pushing up even more. Her head would have fallen back, but with his grip still in her hair, her head was held in place, letting him see the pain written on her expressive face. Her pleasure crested again, and she fought to hold her orgasm back, whimpering at her lover and master. "Please, love... I don't know how much longer I can hold it off... Please, may I cum?"
He kept his shaft buried inside her, unmoving, staring into her face for a few long moments, then his hips rolled out and back in and he nodded. "Cum for me, fuckpet... I want my Hellcat to cream all over my dick," he smirked as he said it, knowing she would cum instantly, knowing she only needed the word from him. She was his now and would be all the more after she had orgasmed for his massive cock. And he was going to give her something to remember him by, for the rest of her life.
The time he stared into her face, she bit her lip, the need to cum for him plain on her face, along with the pain and the pleasure she felt. The final part of her full 'programming' commenced as she yowled in pleasure, a single word tearing from the depths of her soul. "DRRRAAAAAAKKKKKKEEEE!!!!" Her walls clamped down hard, rhythmically releasing and clamping around him as she came hard, her juices coating his shaft and squirting from her as he thrust in.
He came with her, his horse cock waiting until a few moments into her orgasm before it throbbed for the first time. She would discover in that moment that the feeling of a shaft as large as his cumming loads of sperm inside you was a feeling you never forgot. The force of the muscles in his dick clenching, and the sensation of cups of thick seed flowing from his body was something that Drake never got tired of. And he knew in that moment that he had turned her completely into his slut. She came hard and thrashed around on the bed. He let her do so, moving his hands to her hips and holding himself deep inside her, riding out both their orgasms.
When she had calmed, even though his cock was still emptying inside of her, he grinned, "Your momma probably heard you scream my name, Hellcat..."
Sasha couldn't move. Her body was so sensitive after that orgasm that if she did, she'd cum again. Not that she'd mind, but she didn't want Drake upset with her for cumming when he hadn't told her to. The most she could do was reach up, her dainty hand running over his strong, muscular arm. "Right now, I don't care. In fact, she's probably too far under whatever Xan and Mich are doing to her to really pay attention to the fact that I loved cumming on your cock," she purred happily, her tail flicking between their legs. "In fact, I'm eager to have you fuck my ass in front of mom, but to get me back down there, you might have to carry me, fucking my cunt with each step down the stairs and into the living room. I can't walk after that." Her hand slid up, gently tangling in his hair and she pulled herself up a little, whimpering as another ripple of pleasure shot through her, kissing him lovingly.
Drake gave her the permission to cum, and he felt her squirming every time she moved, like she was right on the brink of cumming again. "Better cum while you can. Once I take you downstairs, you don't get to cum again until I fill up your ass with my seed." Her stroking of his arm and the way she looked at him told him that she was in love, like a silly teenager would get, totally infatuated with the guy who had invaded her life. He bent to kiss her, held his lips to hers for a few moments, and then smirked mischievously and pulled his shaft halfway out, driving it in deep again, just to toy with her.
That permission was all she needed to cum on his cock again, her back arching as her head fell back and another scream tore from her. She felt him pulling out, a whimper slipping from her before he slammed back into her, making her yowl in pleasure, her body convulsing around his as yet another orgasm tore through her from the pain and roughness of his fucking. Her cunt was plugged by his cock, keeping her cream and his seed mixed up inside her, his fast little semen swimming up to her egg - after all they didn't have far to go since he was at the back wall of her womb already. The third orgasm made her body fall limp to the bed after it tore through her, her eyes practically rolled back in her head as she gasped for air, drool running from the corner of her mouth. It hadn't taken long for him to fuck her stupid.
Japanese porn makers would have been proud of the ahegao that Drake had driven Sasha into. He smirked and wondered if Imone had heard her pleasured screams and knew what they meant, that her daughter was a big-cock painslut who had just orgasmed four times on the huge equine cock that was ravaging her. "You're nothing but a silly little fucktoy at heart, aren't you, Hellcat?" He patted her head, "Come on now. Time to get your ass downstairs, Baby. It's got a date with my cock."
Sasha whimpered after coming back to herself. Looking up at him, she licked her lips and purred, "Did you want to carry me down, fucking me on the way, love? Or would you prefer me to slide down from the jello my legs have become and all the cum that is going to spill from my cunt the minute you pull out of me?" She reached to the side, grabbing the top and pulling it on one arm as she waited for his answer. Moving her uncovered arm to him, she pulled herself up and kissed him. "I'm definitely your fucktoy, Drake," she agreed.
He laughed and kissed her hard, then said, "I'll carry you down on my dick and dump you on the floor for your momma to see. Then we'll have a good ass-raping party before I let my boys have your momma all to themselves the rest of the night, and you and I come up here to work more on giving you a baby bump." His hands went to her hips and he pulled her tight down to himself, then bent and lifted her so that her chest was pressed to his and she could wrap her arms around him. When he knew she had a good hold on him, he stood up fully and let her weight rest on the rod of flesh between her legs.
Sasha wrapped her legs around his waist as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto him as best as she could. The short robe hung off one arm as her ass framed the fabric of her crotchless panties. She smiled up at him, nuzzling his neck as he started out the room. "I can't wait for the rest of baby bump making, love," she purred before schooling her face so her mother didn't know that there was more going on between Sasha and Drake. As they headed down the stairs, soft moans of pleasure slipped from her between louder whimpers of pain, and as they headed into the living room, the moans faded out, leaving just whimpers coming from her, then an orgasm hit her, giving him the reason to dump her and break in her ass as she came on his cock yet again - the scream of pleasure tearing from her unexpectedly.