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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 <a
href="mailto:Danger-Bird@msn.com">Danger-Bird@msn.com</a>.  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.

















   
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