KvsW- Casefile [HIDDEN][REDACTED][1/1]

The door to the bedroom was all but thrown open, and it hit the wall as Dave backpedaled towards the bed, with Chris pushing and grinding on him.

He seemed shocked by the sudden ferocity of her lovemaking, with her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, and her hands already undoing buttons and zippers as soon as they had gotten inside the building. His own hands were slightly off to the side, lightly holding onto her hips, but she wasn't satisfied with that. She grabbed his wrists and forced his hands into her pants, making him grope her ass.

She broke the violent kiss for a gasp of air, and pushed Dave so that he fell on his back on the bed.

“J-jesus fuckin’ Christ… wh-what's gotten into you?” he asked, simultaneously aroused and scared shitless.

“Shut up. No talking.” Chris straddled him and pulled off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. Dave, distracted as he was, hardly noticed her pinning his arms to the bed, until he saw the look in her eyes as she regarded him. He could only think to call it predatory in nature
She leaned down briefly to provide the contact for a forceful kiss, then looked at his hands. There was an evil gleam in her eye. Dave gulped.

“Stay here. I'm going to get something. Don't you fucking dare move.” She roughly pulled her shirt back on and got up off of him, and jogged out of the room. Dave stayed perfectly still and stared at the ceiling. He heard a car door slam outside, and a minute later, Chris ran back in, slamming the door shut behind her. Dave sat up to look at her but she tackled him to the bed.

“Head against the pillow,” she ordered, and he complied. She grabbed his wrist and extended his arm, then started tying it up with rope.

“H-hey, Chris, I'm not comfortable w-with this-”

“SHUT UP!”

He shrunk back and stayed silent as she tied his wrist to one of the bedposts, and did the same thing to the other hand. Then she pulled off his pants and underwear, and bound his legs as well. She ripped the shirt off of his chest with her bare hands and tossed it aside.
When it was all done, she quickly disrobed in front of him, at the foot of the bed. Dave realized that despite being in legitimate fear for his life, he was rock hard. He didn't like that implication. Nothing he and Chris had hunted together scared him as much as she did right now.

She looked straight into his eyes, uncaring of the fact that he was shaking like a leaf. “For months I've been putting up with your beta bullshit, waiting for you to man the fuck up and claim me, but it's all been for fucking nothing. You're not a real man. Just a fucking boy trapped in a man’s body.”

She got onto the bed, on her knees, straddling him. He had a clear view of her entire body, from her fiery red hair flowing down her shoulders, to her shapely breasts capped with perky pink nipples, to her flat and toned belly, and her groin, with her ginger bush neatly trimmed.
“Fucking MONTHS! And I'm still responsible for my own fucking orgasms because you cum as soon as I touch you!” She slapped him, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek. “I've had enough! I don't care how long it takes now, but you're going to stay tied to this fucking bed until either you can fucking please me or your dick falls off, whichever comes first!”

He started to cry. She slapped him again.
“Save your tears for later, you bitch!” She forced herself down upon him, locking lips and shoving her tongue into his mouth while he wept.

She pulled back and wiped some spittle from her mouth. She pulled herself forward until her groin rested over his, and sat up. She positioned herself so that his cock laid flush against her folds, and started to grind. Almost immediately, he came, shooting a few streams of cum onto his belly. Dave groaned and went limp, gasping for breath. Chris groaned, but out of frustration and anger and not gratification.

She reached down and slapped his cock. He yelped and pulled on his restraints, but they wouldn't give. She slapped it again, eliciting another yelp. But as much as it hurt, he couldn't help that her abuse was bringing him back to full mast.

Once he was fully erect once more, she grasped his shaft, now lubricated with his own seed, and started to stroke along its length. She started slowly at first, but picked up speed in no time at all, and soon he was brought into another orgasm, sending a few more sticky white ropes of cum onto his belly.
He was exhausted already, but she was nowhere near done with him. Again, she repeated the process, slapping his member until he got stiff again, and stroking it until he inevitably orgasmed. And then she did it again. And again. And again. The intervals were growing longer each time. He found it harder to cum. And when he did, it started to hurt. Just a bit at first, in his gut. Then he felt it in earnest, a pain like he'd been kicked in the nuts several times. Which she might have actually done to him, for all he knew.

He was fading. His energy was drained. He felt exhausted, mentally and physically. But Chris wouldn't relent. She jerked and tugged at his cock, all slippery from his own seed. It was rolling off of him in thick rivulets, staining the bedspread. He couldn't cum anymore. Now all he could do was cry out every so often when the pain got a bit more intense for a moment.
She noticed it too. His cock was no longer spurting like a fountain. And he wasn't going soft anymore. She grinned wickedly and positioned his tip at the entrance to her nethers, moving her hips a little bit to allow it to rub at her folds. It was all sticky with semen, but she didn't care. She just wanted it inside her.

She shut her eyes and bit her lower lip as she sat down slowly on his cock, letting it be swallowed up in her depths. Slowly, slowly it went inside, the interior of her long-neglected pussy gladly accommodating it. A lusty moan escaped her lips as she fully embedded his girth within herself, their hips joining together with a soft, wet plop.

Dave couldn't feel it. He was totally numb in his lower body. No sooner as he was hilted inside her, he passed out.
This didn't deter her in the slightest. She didn't care that what she was doing likely qualified as statutory rape. It felt too goddamn good to stop.

Bouncing up and down along his shaft, she brought herself to orgasm several times, until she had no choice but to finally stop. A combination of her own exhaustion, coupled with the fact that Dave was rapidly going soft in his extended comatose state.

She let out a satisfied moan and laid against him, her breasts pressed up against his body. She fell asleep with her head nestled against his neck.
The End