New Years Rockin' Eve
Copyright© 2007 by slave_1311
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Three beautiful virgin girls are celebrating the new year. Their first time drinking at a club introduces more than a fun night: ten handsome men who wont take no for an answer...
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult NonConsensual Rape Drunk/Drugged Slavery Heterosexual BDSM DomSub MaleDom Rough Gang Bang First Violence
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"Shhh, don't cry, it's ok. No one will touch you again, no one but me, that is."
"What happened to that guy?" she asked.
"He's been taken care of. He'll never bother anyone again."
"You killed him?" she asked wide-eyed.
"Just for you babe." said Justin sweetly.
"But..." she stammered, "why me?"
"Honestly, I don't really know. You seem so... rare, i couldn't treat you like any regular slut out there. I feel like I want to be close to you."
"Did you hurt Alicia and Constance?" said Angela, worry stricken across her face.
"They'll survive," he lied. "It's you i'm worried about." He cut her restraints and she sat up a little, still staring into his eyes.
"Please, let them go, they're good girls like me! We grew up together, they mean no harm to anyone!" she pleaded.
Justin heaved a great sigh, clearly deep in thought.
"I can't do that," he replied.
"Why not?" Angela was in tears now.
"Don't cry, c'mon, it's our time now. If you start talking about those other bitches I'll treat you the way I treated them. Is that what you want?"
"I think so... I can't stand the fact that you beat and raped them and will treat me differently. I love them to death, and so I want the same fate as them. Unless you can give them the same fate as me." Angela stared closely into his eyes. He looked at her for a moment, deep in thought, and then replied:
"Have it your way then." He looked disappointed. "I guess you'll be treated the same way they were. But I still wont let the other men touch you." He looked awkward for a moment, then turned to her angelic face and slapped it hard. She flew towards the floor, and he grabbed her by the hair pulling her back onto the bed. She had a large red hand print on her face, but her expression said she understood. Justin seemed to feel bad about it, but upon remembering his other victims, decided that this was just another bitch from the street who deserved the abuse, and didn't feel so bad. He grabbed her face with his large hand and watched as she tried to scream under the pressure. He enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he would.
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