You’re a bratty, back talking, spoilt girl. And quite frankly, I’m sick of your attitude. It’s time to teach you some manners and put you back in your place.

Hiding in your closet, I leap out the moment you enter the room. Cupping one hand over your mouth, I throw you onto the floor. You scream with fright,and instantly I am on top of you pinning you down with my weight. With my knife against your throat, I don’t need to tell you what would happen if you make any noise.

For the first time I am really looking into your eyes. You are real pretty all right, with big eyes, hips, nice skin and hair.

You keep struggling underneath me, I can feel your young body fighting back. I’m wondering if a man has ever brutally used this body yet. The writhing motion drives my cock mad.

I pin your arms back. I reach my hand inside your leggings and hook my fingers under your panties. You squeal again and twist your legs to deny me access. I forcefully tear your legging off your body, and we struggle together on the ground. I always like this part. I attempt once again to pull your panties down, but you use the opportunity to try to leap up and run. I grab you again and throw you to the floor. As I do so, I make another tug and your panties go flying off across the room.

You fight all the harder. I am surprised at how strong you are and I smile to myself as I do love a little fighter. It takes all my strength to keep on top of you while I try to get my cock out. But your resistance just made me crazier.

I press down on top of you, again you fight it, but finally I get you trapped. I finally get your top off, to the delightful sight of those perky young tits bouncing. I push you flat to the floor with all my weight, and then settle on top of you. Of course you clamp your thighs tight as soon as you realise you are about to be raped. You are really not going to make this easy.

I run my hands down between your thighs and try to pull them apart. For some seconds we fight, as I work on prying your young shapely thighs apart. Finally I force an opening. I push hard but you squirm and so I miss my target. We do this several times as I gradually spread your thighs further apart. Finally, I enter you.

You thrash and squeal. You know you’re in trouble, and if you’d only stop resisting, the sooner it would be over. It’s so nice seeing your innocent body twist on the floor, your long hair spread out in a fan behind you. You are getting out of control, so a hard slap across your pretty face neutralises you momentarily. I spit in your open mouth. You are disgusted by me and you look at me with real had. I laugh and remind you that this is what bratty little whores get.

You are really tight, but I keep pushing harder. Our bodies twist and turn as you try to get out from underneath me, while I firmly hold you down and push into you again and again in a breeding frenzy.

With one vicious thrust, I open you. I force my way deeper inside your twisting hips, pushing past your conquered gate.

You scream as I drive my shaft home, desperate to escape your fate. Inch by inch I force it into your body.

Shit, you are tight, and you put up a good fight. But the thrashing slowly subsides. You realise that it is all over. You are defeated, defiled, and you no longer have any reason to fight. You accept that for the first time in your life, you are being raped.

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