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Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Talk ? Stan responded in fake wonder, though the word undone with a cruel grin as he'd put down the dreadful reality that was to be her next few hours, musing with self satisfaction Why, I believe I already told you, I am going to fuck you. All I wanted was a little favour, but you little bitch had to go and damage my car. , laying out a basic outlining of what just conspired, although still to pose that lie as he had no intention at all to keep it anywhere near a simple favour. No, the desire to fuck poor Aimee was there the moment he seen that lovely body of hers, and given that she was, in a way, new in town, made her even more attractive. It was pretty amusing to him though with all things considered, recalling just now how he forcibly had her dragged behind the gym, back in the good old days, and ask a dollar from anyone whom wished to have a glimpse at a girls panties. Heck, back then he was to young and stupid to really get the charm a young woman held for a man, but nevertheless, just as back then, he was essentially turning this poor sweet thing into his private whore, only that this time, there was actual sex involved, and not just the flashing of some hints. So, here's what we'll be doing now. Stan begun, briefly turning part of his attention back to the wheel, even to put the gun against it as he steers the car back onto the road, so that he had it at the ready to threaten her with, but not in reach for her to think she could make a swift recovery from her predicament. I'm going to take you home. You'll strip for me, and then I'll just fuck you. If you resist, I'll just rape you, and trust me, that's going to hurt like shit ! he exclaimed coldly, briefly looking back over to her, just to measure her reaction, perhaps even gain a glimpse of what she might be thinking at the moment, simply by her expression. I'm sure your a smart girl, you don't want to be hurt right ? going to be much easier to play the whore for a few hours. And when I am done with your sweet ass, you can scoot along home and forget this ever happened, right ?! Unless your one of those dump bitches that has to struggle to the last moment, and then get the shit beaten out of her. You know, getting fucked up before getting fucked. he would casually explain, far to casual in fact, showing perhaps that this wasn't the first time he did something like this, or at the very least, that he had never grown out of being a Bully, but instead, evolve into the grown up version of one.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Of course Aimee was going to struggle. She was going to fight until the very last step of the way. Even if he managed to get himself inside of her, she was going to resist. She wanted to tell him to get fucked. She wanted to badly to tell him that she'd rather die than have him fill her with his cock and, subsequently, his seed. Yet here she sat, stunned in horror as he waved that terrifying gun around in front of her. It was a sobering thought to realize that she had been willing to get raped in exchange for her own life. Would he actually kill me, though? Her eyes scanned over the gun and then again over Stan's face. I'd rather have the shit beaten out of me than willingly fuck him . She knew that for certain. Aimee's lips were pulled together tightly, her eyebrows hitched together above her wide, tearful eyes in disbelief as he continued speaking, explaining what his plan for her was. Her eyes then scanned over the interior of the Maserati. It was a two-seater, there was really nowhere to escape. Stan blocked the only route to escape and there was no way she'd get away with crawling over his lap and pushing the door open. The wind rattling the lightly cracked window behind her was a friendly reminder that there was another escape but she'd have to finish breaking the window. Also, Stan had his foot practically against the floor as he shifted into gear and sped off to their destination. Could she really crawl out of a busted window in a speeding car? Doubtful. A hand rose to Aimee's forehead as she held herself, applying pressure to the bruise beneath her bangs. Her chest continued to heave as panic kept her heart rate up. Fuck you, The anger was still bubbling beneath her fearful exterior. The only way you could ever get a woman is by force, huh? The gun wasn't to her head anymore and the fog from her hitting her head was slowly lifting. Nothing's changed. For a woman who was completely stuck in a small car with a would-be rapist, Aimee seemed to get a bit too much confidence back as she jeered at Stan.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Oh, but something did change, Sugar Tits. Stan responded with open amusement, and then removed his right arm to graze the gun's muzzle along her left thigh. I got a gun, and you've got a nice ass. he went on to proclaim then, refreshing for Aimee the immediate threat of the gun. it was a purposely calculated suggestion though, because, death, it might be much more appealing to the girl then accepting the shame of a man taking her body for himself. It was that quick exit strategy that he was suggesting here, though, only so he could crumble it with a far more terrible suggestion when moving the gun back to the wheel. And you see, I don't need your legs, or your arms, in fact, if you insist on struggling, they may be more of a bother. I guess, you could just pretend your pride is going to save you. But then, I'll just put a bullet through, say, your left ankle, then maybe your right hand, heck, I guess I could even pop one through your shoulder. he tells her, drawing a horrid picture there that reveals just how sick his mind was when it came to getting what he wants. And, pulling up the lane down to the small home that his father financed for him, Aimee would not hold onto much time before her fate was to be decided. Would be a shame, right ? Not like I would bother to take you to a hospital, if that where the case, so, you'd just be a helpless bleeding mess, unable to handle me pounding your cunt, and I guess, I would make the best of it, get in as many rounds as I can, before you've bleed out I mean. he would go on, trying to scare her out of her wits, just for the chance to see her try eagerly to please him, just to be degraded further. Well, she probably still try to run the first chance she gets, maybe even still try and resist, though it didn't matter, Kicking and screaming, or just begging and crying when she endures it, long as he got a kick out of that power rush. Well, and she was a looker too, so using her for a few nights, even if she turned a mattress, that be some fun to be had. Still, there was some part of him that hoped she'd try and be smart, play along, and endure playing the whore, just so he could enjoy humiliating her. Always so delightful to watch a girl shake her ass, and beg him to fuck her, while she's crying and struggling against her own body when it grows accustomed to accept him. So. he muses then, again to look briefly at her to measure her reaction. I guess I would need to take the next turn down to the forest, if I where to do that. Though, I guess your actually quite eager to get out of your panties, right ?! Stan insists, and then pulls the Maserati over to stop it, allowing him to look at her and speak. So, few hours at my place ? , turning that suggestion into a real threat now as, rather then threatening her outright, or remind her about that he wants to take her to bed over at his place, the question alone implying that the alternative was that supposed turn down to the forest.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Aimee winced back, cowering with fear as the muzzle of the gun brushed against her bare, soft skin. Goosebumps rose across her body, the tiny bumps another sign of how fearful she was of that gods forsaken thing. She needed to find an exit strategy. She needed to find a way to get that gun from Stan. Aimee was determined to make it out of this situation alive and she wasn't going to give into him, even if her life depended on it. At least, until he brought up letting her bleed out while he pounded her cunt. It was the most horrifying thing Aimee had ever heard, her nose crinkled back at the idea as he painted her the petrifying picture. As the car came to a stop, Stan turning to her as his eyes wondered over her body, Aimee was tasked with what was the worst decision she'd ever have to make. Either she could allow him to chase her through the woods, shooting at her limbs until she was paralyzed and unable to fight him off while he quite literally fucked her to death or willingly enter his home and spend a few hours as his little plaything. The logical choice was of course the latter but Aimee's pride made her grow nauseous with the consideration that she'd have to let him fuck her. Either choice ultimately led to Stan having his way with her. It didn't matter. Y-your first offer, Aimee started, her body still pressed tightly against the passenger side door, of just sucking your dick. I'll do it. I'll do it enthusiastically and willingly. After which, you let me go and I won't tell anybody about what happened here. Aimee was back to trying to negotiate with him. She was serious though, if he was willing to let her off with just a blowjob, she'd give him the best damn blowjob he'd ever gotten. It was in exchange for her freedom and surely she could sleep easily at night knowing all she willingly gave up was her throat, right? ...Please, Her desperation was tugging at the seams as she encouraged Stan to consider her offer.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Oh, I told you already, that wont be enough.. he exclaims without even pretending to think about it to much. Yet, he still would throw her a life line, if only because he required for her to expose herself for him, purely for the humiliation at first, but then, he intended to show her just how her vaginal flower soon was to be his playground. And that's where he considered to put his lure. Surely, just like any woman, she was scared to give her pussy to him, with all the repercussions involved, not just a possible pregnancy, or maybe even loosing her first time, which he didn't think the case with her good looks. No, the most dreadful thing for a girl like her was likely the chance to be raped, and feel the shame of her body growing ready for her captor, which was merely a natural response. No, Stan had learned quite plenty by now, women would even consider pure pain favourable over the chance of having a man take control away from them and use their most sacred treasure to give, as though it was nothing to them. But, I guess We can do a nice little compromise.. he would offer her after a moments pause, intending to try and take advantage of her desperation to trap her with. I do want a nice tight fuck, so, how about, you'll be giving me that blowjob, and then present your lovely ass, hm ? And don't think I'll be gentle, I am going to brutally rape your sorry arse if you so much as flinch away ! he explains to her then, although still adding the dreadful and dangerous piece of info then as he says You'll give the best damn blowjob I ever had, naked, and then present your bare ass. And I'll fuck it, once or twice. After that, we are even for the window. . He would speak those words, all in a matter of fact choice of tone, and then would turn back to look onto the street as he steers the car back onto it. Now, how about you relax, and loose your panties. And you better hurry, if they aren't off by the next forest trail, I am taking the turn left ! he insists, meaning for her to signal her acceptance not through words, but through her exposing herself for him, with the promise that the only alternative for her would be the forest. Although, he would still offer a little reassurance then as he adds finally And don't think anyone is going to believe you, if you tell them you've been raped. Should know well enough how my father makes, problems go away. , although sounding cruel, and childish in a way even given that he pulled the Daddy card on her there, it still involved a promise on either end, no matter which route, corpse or rape claim, money would make those problems go away, just in the past when school boards where funded large sums for projects, and incidents Stan caused or joined where no longer such a big deal. Again, a calculated piece of info, and perhaps the only field Stan truly excelled in, to manipulate and guesstimate how to manipulate someone, especially if it's about something he wants, and he sure was motivated to get between Aimee's thighs.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Fucking her throat was one thing but fucking her ass? That was a hard no. She'd rather him fuck her pussy before her ass. She wasn't anywhere near a virgin but she had only explored anal sex once and it felt a thousand times dirtier than being vaginally fucked. She had hated it, every single second of it. Aimee had taken a personal oath to never let a guy sink himself into her ass every again. Even with the threat of rape, she wasn't about to go back on that oath. Aimee shook her head towards Stan as his head turned back towards the road. The Maserati rumbled beneath her seat, the vibrations pulsing through her thighs as her legs remained folded beneath her body. Aimee glanced over the landscape, the heavily wooded drive they were on was leading to one of two destinations. Could she call his bluff? Would he really put a bullet through her body? There was no way he'd be able to get away with murdering her. Even with his father's money, her absence wouldn't just wash away. Aimee's father had a decent fortune himself and with enough witnesses who had seen her around town during the day leading right up to her respite at the coffee shop would put her presence right in Stan's lap. At least that's what kept repeating in Aimee's little head. He's bluffing. He wouldn't be able to get away with it. If he takes me down, I take him down with me. Her thighs pressed together tightly, negating any sort of chance he'd have to peek between her creamy, thick thighs at that lacy black fabric. She had made her decision. It wasn't a smart one but neither of her options would be smart. She'd rather have the chance to run from this bastard than be forced to be a willing participant. No. Her voice was stern despite her quivering exterior. You can take my offer, drive to the house, get your dick wet and drive me home. Or you can turn left up here. Aimee was having an awful time trying to speak coherently but she was determined to stick by her pride until she was no longer able to.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Maybe it was the mixture of rage and terror that thrummed through poor Aimee's body as the gun grazed against her thigh or maybe it was simply the promise of a violent rape waiting for her at the end of the street. Whatever it was, something motivated Aimee to finally jump into action and do something really stupid. Aimee's body jerked forward, her hands reaching out as the palm of her left hand clashed into Stan's cheek. Her right hand grabbed at the steering wheel. She was trying to disorient him as she threw her body forward across the car's center console. The muzzle of the gun caught between her thighs, rubbing up against her as she practically straddled it for a sheer second. Aimee attempted to slam Stan's head into the driver's side window while making him swerve off of the road. All the while, an triumphant scream bellowed from her lungs as she made her last fleeting attempt at escape. The car jerked and veered off of the road, bouncing along the gravel pavement before Stan slammed his foot down on the break. They had been just inches away from slamming into a tree as the car's breaks squealed from the sudden stop. Aimee still wasn't wearing a seat belt and now that she had adjusted her position, there was no real center of gravity for where she was sitting, leaving her unbalanced. The scream cut short the moment the car halted. Her body flew forward into the dashboard and her head knocked against the steering wheel before she collapsed. Her unconscious body was splayed over the center console, her head lolled over her shoulder and in Stan's lap while her hands remained outstretched. Her dress had curved over her ass during the attempted struggle, leaving her soft, round right ass cheek on display as it peeked out from beneath the red dress.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

When a body is in a state of extreme fear all non essential body functions shut down. Unfortunately for Aimee, that was exactly what happened the moment she regained consciousness. The sound of the closing garage door behind them sounded out and in her barely conscious state, it sounded like a gunshot. Aimee's eyes shot open and she let out a muffled cry as she felt her pelvic floor drop. Her fight and flight response had been withheld, she couldn't do either as she genuinely thought the gun had fired against her thigh. Instead, Aimee pissed herself a small puddle forming beneath her as she tried to tense her body and prevent what her body was naturally doing to her. Aimee's head turned and she looked at Stan who was staring at her, a nefarious grin plastered across his face. Aimee whimpered, the lacy fabric in her mouth alerting her to the fact that her wet cunt was now bare. At first she tried to pull her hands forward in an attempt to pull the panties from her mouth but the thick leather belt dug into her wrists and she let out another cry as she realized he had restrained her. Aimee pushed her tongue against the balled up panties, trying to push them from her mouth as she struggled in her seat to free herself from the humiliating situation. The fabric was too much, Aimee found herself having difficulty pushing it out from between her teeth. She began screaming, her pleas for help muffled behind the fabric as she tried to pull herself up from the seat. She couldn't even get out from behind the seat belt! Finally, her tongue seemed to hit the right spot as the black fabric fell from her lips and into her lap. Let me go!!! Let me go! Someone help me! She was screaming, her voice grating as she shouted out in the car and squirmed against the now humiliatingly wet seat.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Stan would watch quite amused as Aimee woke, her reactions quite entertaining towards him, well, least up to the point where she soiled the expensive leather she was seated upon. It did anger him, to some degree, though watching her squirm, try to scream, make her escape even, all at the same time, it got him pretty hard, and it did not really help her case that her movements gave him one or the other glimpse of her bare womanhood. Oh, my poor little doe.. Stan would finally speak as she managed to free herself from her panties, enabling her to finally form audible words again, and it so vastly amused Stan to see her in this predicament, even with her shameful release, it made this image complete now. And just to drive in what was soon to happen, Stan would lean over to her, grab the top of her fabric, and ruthlessly try to tear it off, to expose her chest, even to yank the bra up if she wore any, merely so she could feel her breasts exposed, and his left hand firmly, and quite casually kneading her right breast. This is the part, where I drag you inside, and brutally rape you. he exclaims, being purposely cruel in the choice of his words, just then to remind her You just had to be an obedient whore, spread your legs and take a few hard pounding, and be on your way again.. . And finally then, he adds just a little tease to her fears, as he tries to pinch her right nipple quite hard, and render it even more painful by twisting it. It would be only a momentarily measure though, he was trying to scare her, just to see how she reacted, maybe even cause a bit of desperate submission he could abuse, though, one way or another, he would then lean to step out of the car, leaving her on her own for just a brief moment as he moves to walk around, briefly to inspect the cars exterior on the way. Though, then he would open the co-drivers door, and finally lean in, meaning to unbuckle Aimee's safety belt, so he could yank her out of the car, meaning to start fucking her right there soon.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

Her strapless dress came down with ease as Stan yanked at the fabric, the red neckline falling below her breasts as her strapless black bra came into view. Despite her voluptuous chest, the lacy black plush fabric seemed to hold her tits up nicely while adding a little bounce to them as she struggled. Stan pulled it just beneath her chin as he reached out to grab her right breast. Aimee's fight still held on strong as she tried to writhe her way out of his grasp to no avail. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she tried to tug at her arms A whine left her throat followed by a yelp as Stan twisted her nipple painfully. Please, please, you don't have to do this! Aimee winced back, the pain from her nipple was followed by a throbbing pain in her head. She was running on pure adrenaline which was what was keeping her struggling but the moment things would settle down, she knew she'd be in a lot of pain. The amount of times her head smashed against the dashboard alone was good enough to give her some pretty bad whiplash. The bruise on her forehead was already turning purple. Please! Her voice followed Stan as he pushed himself from the car and slammed the door, leaving Aimee alone for a brief moment. Aimee was trembling as she watched Stan make his way around the Maserati slowly. It was almost as if he was a vulture circling in on her as his body made its way to the passenger side. Aimee tried to adjust her position to release the seat belt from her body but no matter how she squirmed, her restrained hands couldn't find the buckle. The wetness between her legs added to her discomfort as it seeped slightly into the hem of her dress. The black cardigan she had been wearing over the strapless dress was slowly starting to fall off of her shoulders and bunch up around the leather belt around her wrists. The door popped open and Aimee continued to writhe and fight against her restraints as Stan leaned over her to release the seat belt. As Aimee moved, her breasts jiggled from between the top of the dress and bottom of her bra. Don't do this, Stan, please!! Her begs were quickly cut off as his hand wrapped around her red hair, pulling her by her scalp as he dragged her out of the car. Aimee stumbled out, dragging across the seat as her knees fell against the frame of the door and she fell onto the ground unable to regain her balance as he brought her into the garage. She quickly tried to pull herself back up onto her feet, her heels scraping at the floor as she stumbled and tried not to trip.