Thread: Violated! (Jack Stalker and QueenAnne)

Keira shook from the abuse. Her face against the cool wooden floor boards. Their juices stained the fine hardwood, her pussy still pulsing from his incredibly powerful thrusts. Her ass, gaping and sore and seeping with his cum was pulsating from his entrance. She heaved her breaths, her body trembling uncontrollably. She did not dare push herself up from the floor. She still felt him over her. She felt his hot, sticky cum line her ass, her back, her hair, her smooth skin. Her ass was red and sore, her nipples throbbed and ached. She had never had an experience like that before. She felt dirty and used. Her mind wrestled with the fear, the noncompliance and the unavoidable pleasure it had brought her. When she caught her breath enough to respond to her brother she spoke, I... she swallowed hard, her mouth dry she licked her lips and continued, I was going to go out, she breathed, And find a different guy, she took another heaving breath, For each night, she admitted. She was going to party hard when her parents were gone and she had a beautiful London flat to herself well, almost to herself. She squeezed her eyes shut as Keira tried to steady her breath. She felt her body come down from the incredible high he had put her on, both the pain and the crazy pleasure he had forced upon her. Keira still processed everything he threw at her - how he felt about her - what he wanted to do to her. You're my brother, she said quietly, almost distant as she dared to look back at him from her position on the ground, and you fucked me, she continued, trying to catch his eye. The bra collar obstructing her view only slightly, and you're going to fuck me again this weekend, she shivered as she felt the sting of the echo of his nails down her back. She knew her ass must have been bright red, because it stung. Her back had nail marks because they stung. And I want you to, she managed with another quiver. She began to shift her legs, trying to work her jeans further down her legs, feeling them covered in cum, her legs sore from being forced apart but restricted by the denim. She began to shimmy them down her legs without her hands. She no longer looked at him, suddenly unaware if she had -any- control left. Was he going to allow her to remove her jeans or would that upset him? Would he punish her for sitting up if she were to push herself up off the floor? So she stayed mostly still, just trying to rid herself of her cum-soaked jeans. From her point of view on the hallway floor she was gazing into the tile floor of the bathroom. She wondered if he'd allow her to shower and wash the cum from her hair and her skin but she didn't dare voice it yet. I'm worthless, She whispered as it all came around to her, realizing everything that had just happened to her. What he made her see - what he had given to her. Keira's mind seemed to gloss over the taboo portion of what they were doing. She only remember the feeling of his rock hard cock that nailed her harder than she ever though imaginable - how -easy- it was for him to take control of her. She had always felt powerful, special, important, entitled... you name it. But he walked right up to her, pushed her to the wall and made her realize she was none of that. He was, though. She shuddered one more, curled her toes and continued to work the dark denim from her sore legs, I guess that's what older brothers are for....