Makes Perfect

I was already inside you by the time the drugs wore off. You immediately began to thrash and flail your arms, screaming and trying to push me off you. I grabbed your throat in one hand and started to squeeze. With my other hand I slapped you across the face twice before clamping it over your mouth.

I leaned forward, putting more of my weight on your head as I continued to pound your body into the concrete floor. I fucked you with brutal yet evenly paced movements, making sure you felt each individual thrust. I used your cunt to get myself closer and closer to cumming as I watched your face turn red and tears leak from your eyes.

My timing was perfect. I released your mouth and throat, letting you suck in a desperate breath just as I exploded inside you. You wheezed and gasped as I wrapped my arms around your head, pulling you into my shoulder while grinding my hips to work my cum deeper and deeper inside you.

Once I caught my breath I stood and started buckling my pants. You curled up into a pathetic little ball and started to weep.

“Well, you’re a worthless little bitch, but your pussy is tight enough.” I sneered.

You snapped, pushed yourself to your knees and tried to lunge at me. I’m not sure what you hoped to accomplish like that, but all you managed to do was get yourself tripped up by your pants that were still pulled around your knees and fall, smacking your face against the cold concrete floor.

I laughed and placed a foot on the back of your neck. “What a stupid cunt.”

“FUCK YOU!” You yelled back.

I grabbed a chunk of your hair and hauled you onto your feet. I shoved you against the wall and heard the dull thunk of your head banging against the cinder blocks. I grabbed your throat again and slapped your face over and over till your cheeks were an angry red and a little blood seeped from a split in your bottom lip.

“You do not speak to me!” I yelled inches from your face. “You do not speak. That is no longer the purpose of your mouth. Do you understand?”

You stared at me in horror until I raised my hand ready to strike again. Quickly you nodded an understanding. I released my grip on your throat and took a step back, taking control of my anger.

“Good. I’m glad we are beginning to come to an understanding. Now, take off your clothes.”

I watched the confusion and fear flood your face. You had already instinctively pulled your shirt back down over your tits and were half crouched, reaching to pull up your pants. You froze, obviously weighing your options. I watched the confusion be replaced with defiance as you slowly pulled up your pants and wrapped your arms around your stomach.

I smiled and stepped back toward you. “That’s your choice.” I said calmly. Then I grabbed a fistful of your hair again, balled up my fist, and punched you in the stomach. Air exploded from your mouth, and you curled down gasping for breath. I kept you from falling to the floor by jerking on your hair, and dragged you toward a corner of the room.

In the corner was a large dog kennel, with a few sheets of newspaper laid on its floor. I jerked your head down by your hair toward the cage door. “Get in” I commanded. You tried to struggle at first, but a couple of quick blows to your back convinced you. I closed the door behind you and snapped a little padlock through the latch.

The cage was obviously made for a large pet, and not a human. There was not enough room for you to stretch your legs out and so you curled up into a ball.

I left you alone for a minute and when I came back I was carrying two five gallon buckets. “You decided to disobey me and keep your clothes. That is your choice but you will learn that disobedience has consequences.”

I lifted one of the buckets and dumped ice cold water over your head. Then I did the same with the other bucket as well. Then I left and returned a few moments later to dump two more buckets of water over you.

Twenty gallons of water was more than enough to soak you from head to toe.