Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Well, fuck ! Stan hissed as the initial shock settled down, the sudden assault, although he had already considered it's possibility, still coming as a surprise, and the event's that ensued through it having passed so swiftly, it felt like a surreal flow. Still, it happened, that bitch went crazy on him, clearly gambling on the chance that he was to distracted to react and kill her the moment she posed a threat to him. And that under the assumption that she still considered the gas powered gun a real threat, given that it did little more then be noisy, able only to cause real damage to anything to close to the muzzle, and everything still had pointed that she had taken it for a real gun. Stan was still feeling the rush of adrenaline, his breathing was excited, in a bad way, and his first impulse was to grab her and slam her head hard against the dashboard, slam his fist into her gut, or just drag her out of the car, and kick her about until she wakes, and then kick her some more. But then his eyes fell on her pose, and her exposed buttock, rekindling the desire to just fuck the living hell out of her, and given that she was passed out, this was the perfect opportunity to make it happen. Briefly he would look around to check if someone had witnessed the near crash there, though luckily the road behind them was barely ever used, thanks to only very few people living in that area, in fact, besides the house his father gifted him, there where only two other buildings, and they where used only as a sort of Summer retreat for some wealthy family's that Stan didn't know. It prompted him the thought to just fuck her right now, let her wake to the painful feeling of him pounding her sorry arse and the realisation that she ended up helping him. Yet, Stan quickly realized the futility of this simple act, it was far less of what he initially hoped for. No, he had to punish her, properly, that play into his original plans far more blissfully. Inhaling deeply with the intend to calm down his racing hearth, Stan would finally lean to back the Maserati back onto the road, parking it on the side-way for a moment, enough for him to yank the unconscious woman back into the co-drivers seat, although leaning her limb body forward so her back remained exposed. After that, he bluntly pulled the black leather belt of his pants so that he could proceed with yanking her wrists back, and use the belt as substitute for an arm-binder, a painfully tight one. He'd lean her back into the seat then, leaning over to fasten her seatbelt, and finally reach between her thighs, merely to first yank, and then tear off her panties. Not though yet to have a look at her womanhood, but instead, to shove the thorn fabric into her mouth, smiling darkly as he sets her up to awaken to the feeling of being helpless, and exposed towards him where it truly mattered. After securing her at last, he would start the car anew to make the drive home, intent on having a look at the exterior later on to see what damage was done to it through her violent last struggle, and likely add it to the punishment that he would give her later on. Though firstly, to make his way home, to drive up the gravel path to that small pretend Villa, and to steer the Maserati into the small garage where, once the shutters where lowered and closed, no one would see what would happen to her. And just in time as it would seem, because his new doll would seem to gradually grow awake again as the car was driven up the Gravel path, it wouldn't be long now till the little kitten forgot her claws.