("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Katie: Focus for My Pain by Ayreous (ayreous@hmamail.com) *** When someone has humiliated you, could you turn away from a chance at revenge? A bullied young teenage boy finally learns to release his built up frustrations. Great for him, not quite so great for the girl who takes the brunt of it. (mf-teens, nc, rp, 1st) *** Author's Note: So this is my first attempt at erotic fiction and only the second piece of fiction of any kind. It hasn't been beta'd so please forgive any mistakes. It might be bit slow or not focused enough on the "good stuff" for some but it feels ok to me. Also I would love any feedback of course. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it.) Disclaimer/Warning : This is simply a piece of fiction born out of the darker side of my imagination and is in no way intended to give the impression that rape, or abuse of any kind, is acceptable under any circumstances. So yeah don't do this shit in real life. *** "Well bugger, that escalated quickly," I thought numbly as I looked down on the unconscious form in front of me, thankfully I could see she was breathing still so at least she wasn't dead. I hadn't meant to lash out at her, hell I have never hit anyone seriously in my life no matter how much I wanted to. It just happened, there she was swaying on her feet spewing the kind of disdainful mocking abuse I was used to from people like her. But then I just snapped, all the hate and shame inside me boiling out of me and taking control of my body in order to grab her head and slam it into the wall behind her. Seeing again in my mind her expression of shocked disbelief as I surged towards her, I let out a slightly crazed giggle as my mind twisted manically trying to work out what I had done and what I should do now. Part of me felt shame and fear at what I had done, or more accurately perhaps, at what people would think of my actions. The larger, darker part of myself however felt intense satisfaction that finally I had stopped being the pathetic and scared weakling I have always been and made someone pay for what they did to me. Always before I had just taken the mockery and bullying of everyone else simply because I was too scared of being hurt and humiliated by trying to stand up for myself and failing. I wasn't big or strong, I knew that it was pointless to even try so just took it all while I bottled up inside all of the hate and disgust towards myself and everyone else that it generated, using it late at night to fuel fantasies of the vengeful things I imagined I would do if I had the chance. Thinking of my fantasies brought to mind the ones I had from after the last time I had encountered this particular girl. I recognised her from school, like myself she was 15 and her name was Katie. Katie had a well known reputation as a total slag who enjoyed getting drunk and shagging older guys while hanging around the local parks at night with her little posse of friends. It was easy to believe given the way she dressed, always in low cut tops to show her impressive (for her age) cleavage, as well as short skirts or tight jeans to show off her legs and arse. Most of the boys at school admitted she was the sexy as hell, even compared to those in the higher years. I agreed, even the heavily overdone make-up she wore did not detract from her sex appeal. Privately I had always thought it a shame she wore the clothes and make-up she did and had such a horrible attitude. It was easy to imagine that without them she would go from looking like the kind of girl I would fuck and use like a toy, to being a very pretty girl I wouldn't be ashamed of dating. Not that either would ever have the slightest chance of happening. Anyway I had been walking home late one night when I had looked up to see her and one of her friends turn the corner just ahead. Seeing me they walked up and blocked my way, looking a bit unsteady and a bit drunk. After a few mocking comments about me of the kind I was used to that I tried to ignore, one of them caught me when my eyes were unconsciously drawn to the cleavage displayed by her low cut top. Laughing at my embarrassment for some reason Katie decided she wanted to see how big my dick was. As they had backed me against a wall and I was too embarrassed to do anything she just shoved her cold hand down my pants and grabbed my soft little cock. Totally shocked and mortified I just froze until she laughed and pulled her hand out again while telling her friend how small it was. Afterwards I had thought of how I could of just said something about how cold it was and how that was why it was small but at the time I just wanted to be as far away from them as possible. So as they laughed at me I pushed past and ran home, feeling almost sick from the shame of letting her do that. That night as I lay in bed I imagined various things about that event. In some she had felt my cock but it had been so big that she and her friend had begged me to fuck them with it. Most however were about me finding her alone and brutally raping her while she sobbed and begged me to stop. Those fantasies were the ones that jumped to mind now as I looked down at her. My mind that was still in shock at what I had done became fixed on what was now possible. I was here and face down on the ground was one of the sexiest girls I knew, one who I wanted to punish for humiliating me and one who was unconscious. I know I should of been thinking more about getting help in case she was seriously hurt but that dark part of my mind I had suppressed for so long was now free and it ignored everything else to fill my thoughts with the fact that here and now I could do what I had imagined so many times as I lay in bed with my in hand. Shaking my head to clear out my drifting thoughts I focused on the unconscious girl sprawled face down before me, her sluttish little skirt out of place to expose the teasing vision of a pair of black lace pants covering the intimate core beneath that I craved so much. The last lingering shreds of doubt swept from my mind as my cock grew harder than I thought was possible. Only one clear word left ringing in my being, "MINE!" Almost mindless with lust I fell upon the limp form of this helpless girl who had become the focus of all the bitter and twisted desires for revenge spawned by my long suppressed emotions. Roughly rolling her over I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to meet my lips as I kissed her without a shred of gentleness, forcing my tongue deep into her unresisting mouth in a primal show of dominance and possession. At the same time my free hand pulled at her skimpy t- shift as it desperately hunted for the pert young breasts underneath. The sound of light fabric tearing announced the breach of that first barrier that had impeded my hands quest. Mouth and tongue still asserting my ownership of her helpless mouth and the plump, decadent lips at its entrance. My eager hand plunged unerringly onwards for my first chance to feel the firm young flesh of her a teenage breast and it's tiny lace covering. Cupping it with my hand with a gentle stroke to enjoy the silky smooth feeling of her skin until in a flash I seized it's erect nipple with my fingers and twisted cruelly. Amusement darted across my face as I started sucking and biting my way over the young flesh of her neck and shoulders until I could no longer resist the demands radiating from my cock for the bliss of release. Forgetting everything else I tore my jeans and boxers down to let my eager, dripping penis spring free. Quickly pushing her skirt up over hear waist and simply shoving her panties to the side to allow access to her pussy I quickly found that she was too dry to fuck. Spitting into my hand and rubbing the saliva into her pussy I grabbed her legs and pushed them back and apart for maximum access as I pressed my throbbing cock into her. Ignoring the inadequate lubrication in favour of simply grabbing her hips and repeatedly thrusting into the tight, grasping entrance, slowly more and more of my shaft entered her as I once more covered her neck and breasts with raw marks from my vicious mouth and teeth. Eventually I could feel some slickness inside the burning tunnel I had invaded enabling me to finally power the entirety of my cock inside her. Panting and sweating from the effort and the sheer intensity of my bare penis buried inside the tight pussy that I could feel quivering around me. I knew I wouldn't last long at all so I wrapped my hands around the slender neck I had covered with my bites and started to slide my cock out almost fully and then powering back in with all the strength I had, brutally fucking the helpless girl who's cunt was already looking red and swollen from my mistreatment. Feeling the rising tension building up as I tried my hardest to hold my orgasm back I looked down at the face and body below me. The marks and bruises standing out on her skin making her even more desirable to me. This sight combined with the intense sensations from the tight cunt wrapped around my cock caused meant I had no chance at controlling myself. Hand unconsciously tightening around Katie's neck I gave in and let my orgasm wash over me. Body jerking those last few erratic strokes and then freezing buried deep inside her. Every muscle I had tensed up as a pleasure more majestic than I had ever felt washed over me. It felt like my mind was floating away from my body while it stayed there releasing more cum than I knew I had to fill the sweet, abused hole of this sexy unwilling girl below me. As it wound down me sweaty, panting form collapsed on top of her my lips pressing tiny kisses over her neck and face in some sort of twisted thank you. After a minute I climb off and stand above her enjoying the sight. Her legs spread wide exposing the red and swollen mound from within which my cum oozed. I was surprised at how little shame and guilt I was feeling, whenever I had imagined raping someone I thought that in the aftermath I would feel like a monster. Instead all I felt, besides the pleasure of my sated desire, was an intense feeling of satisfaction at having taken my revenge and at not allowing fear to stop me for once. There was also a measure of regret due to not being able to hear her cries, see the humiliation and devastation on her face and look into her eyes as she felt me posses that most intimate of places. I knew I had to leave soon as my cock was already rising again and I knew I wouldn't be able to pull myself away soon. As I fought the temptation to take her again I heard a sound as I saw her shift slightly on the ground. Turning my gaze to her face I saw her expression contort from pain and a slight groan slip from her lips. Thankfully her eyes were still closed so after one last lingering look at her to try and fix it in my mind I turned and left, still fighting my desire to go back and fuck her again, to make her scream and beg and to make her feel worthless like I was so accustomed to feeling. Mostly though I wanted her to know that I, the person she mocked and sneered at, had taken what I wanted from her and she had been had the powerless one this time. I knew then that I wanted to do this again, I felt confident I would get away with this one as no one had seen me around the area or near her. But no matter how foolish it would be to tempt fate by trying again, I knew that the darkness I had unleashed would not go long without demanding tribute. A slight cruel smile twisting my lips as I walked on I wondered if I would ever feel like the old pathetic me again or would I keep this new feeling of freedom and power. I know which I would prefer that's for sure, I thought with a dark chuckle. END -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 83