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 Per Subiugum Libertas Part 3 (Mf bdsm) by Foxbat
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   Per Subiugum Libertas Part 3 by Foxbat





   After a couple of under-the-desk blowjobs, I decided it was time to move
things to the next level, and that it would be wise to change venues.  So,
I told her to show up at my on-campus apartment on Friday afternoon.

   I was not in the least bit in love with her, but there were still things
about her which I liked.  First, she was so transparent: her face, her body
language, her eyes told you every little thought that passed through her
head.  Secondly, there was such tremendous internal conflict within her,
issues of teenage-girl self-esteem, fascination with the forbidden, inhuman
determination pitted against guilt and shame.  It was like watching
Emerson's battle of the ants - you could see it all happening so clearly.

   ***

   Friday afternoon, I heard timid knocking on my door.  I opened it, and
Didi nearly leapt into the room.  I could imagine the adrenaline that must
be present - although the odds of getting caught were really very low, she
was nonetheless on tenterhooks.

   I decided to start the games.  "Strip!" I ordered, and with only
momentary hesitation, she did.  I did as well.  If I were less of a man,
her constant eye-contact thing would really have weirded me out.

   "I still need to punish you for your refusal to masturbate earlier this
week."

   I sat down on the couch, and arranged her so that she was face down,
lying over my lap.  I don't think the reality of the situation penetrated
her head until after the first two or three blows landed on her ass,
leaving angry red hand-prints.  A sob choked out of her, and I pinned her
her hands against the small of her back.

   It wasn't that the pain had so easily brought her to tears; rather, the
tears which were always just under the surface were allowed to flow.  Tears
of stress, frustration, petty jealousy, and the myriad of quotidian
anxieties poured out between sobs, as I rained down pain.

   Nothing gets me harder than a little bit of the ultraviolence, and it
wasn't long before my cock began stirring.  With her bent over my lap,
there was no where for it go but up.  I could feel the head pushing against
the V of her mound.  She shifted slightly, and parted her legs just enough
to let the upwards progression continue, as I felt myself growing
lengthwise through her moist folds.  Her quivering took on a new tone as
she moved less to avoid my strikes, and more to grind and slide against my
cock.

   I continued the spanking as she muffled her screams of pain/lust in the
cushions next to me, thrashing through a small orgasm.  I stopped hitting
her, and waited for her to come down.



   ***

   When she had calmed, I informed her that she had been greedy by coming
without thinking of me.  Without a word, she began to get on her knees.

   "I thought you said you could be a good girlfriend..." I said with a sly
grin, reminding her of her earlier implied promise.  Again, without
speaking, she climbed up on the couch, and straddled me (with her feet, not
on her knees), and guided my cock towards her pussy.

   She was warm, wet, tight, and amazing.  I pinched her nipples as she
sank lower, her eyes boring into me, that look of surprise and pleasure on
her face that girls get on being penetrated.  After a few slow strokes, I
pulled her down and fucked her as hard as I could.

   I slammed into her, pulled her hair, stood up and crushed her against
the wall.  I slapped my pelvis against hers, I fucked her hard.  The old
Norse word from which "fuck" derives meant "to strike," and I fucked her
for all the pent-up frustrations in me, for the pretty girls who had
snubbed me, for the times Didi had been annoying and accusing, for the
times I wanted to destroy something beautiful, I fucked her.

   ***

   When we were done, we lay there, both enjoying that state of post-coital
bliss, the blankness, the rebirth.  In that calm, life seemed not-so-bad,
and the little things that drove us to a frenzy were again background
noise.



   Maybe one more part on the way.





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