Amber was a small girl. Barely five feet tall and only 95 pounds, she had tiny breasts, but they seemed larger on her small frame. Her skin was white and she had long dark curly hair. Her legs were long, her hips wide, but not too wide. Her waist was tiny. She had a long neck, full lips, that were both pouty and playful. She was a nineteen-year-old virgin.
Amber wore a simple white t-shirt that clung to her perky breasts enticingly. Her short skirt was just long enough to be tasteful, while still remaining seductive. She wore saddle shoes and neatly folded socks. A freshman in college, Amber had come to the city to visit a friend from high school. The plan was that she would stay with her friend, there, but Jill had gotten sick. Amber kind of figured she would just take the train back home a few days early.
She was reaching into her bag for her cell phone to call her roommate when the skies opened up and unleashed a storm which sent everyone running for shelter. Amber followed the example of the people around her and darted toward the overhang over the door of what looked like a hotel.
Soaked already, Amber put down her duffle bag and started to look in it for a sweatshirt or something to put on. As she bent over, though, she felt someone wrap an arm around her narrow waist and pull her back up. She found her back pressed against the body of a large man.
The man was not unattractive, actually. He had dark curly hair and pale skin like herself. His eyes were an ice blue and he had a five o'clock shadow that gave him a rakish air.
Amber gasped. She was about to say something when she felt something hard poking her in the back. "A gun?!" she thought.
"Hey, baby. How's about you an' me go up to my room and wait out this nasty storm.
And with that, Amber was led up to this strange man's room.
There, he pulled out the gun and tossed it into the safe which he locked. "I shouldn't need that. If you don't behave, I'll beat the shit out of you the old fashioned way."
He wrapped his meaty paw around her crotch, cupping her panty-clad privates in his tight grip.
Amber gasped. "Please don't touch me there!" the very thought of this strange, dirty man even thinking about her intimate places was repugnant and she squirmed trying to get free.
Amber knew very little about sex. She knew a man placed his erect penis in a woman's vagina and inserted his semen into her to make babies, but she knew nothing else. Her mother had always referred to her vagina as "private places" so even the word "vagina" had seemed vulgar. She knew of words like cunt and pussy but those were "tramp words" that only trashy girls used or had used to describe them.
"Wassa matta?" the big man slurred. His breath stunk of alcohol and cheap cigarettes. "Don't this feel good?"
"Please! Those are my private places and this is making feel uncomfortable!" She had no idea what to say in this scenario, but she had read somewhere that this was what sexual abuse was... someone unwanted touching you in places that made you feel uncomfortable.
He laughed at her. Then he bent his middle finger so that it poked into her panties and parted the lips of her sex hole. Tears started to stream down her face as he groped her and she sobbed, "Please, don't poke me down there!"
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, his unshaven face scratching her cheek, his hot breathe in her ear. "I'm gonna touch you 'down there' all I want, whore. I'm gonna touch your dirty little cunt all I want. And I'm gonna fuck it with my cock 'til I fill your filthy hole with my hot, sticky jism. And I know you'll love it."
With each profanity he uttered, she jerked, feeling his harsh words bite into her.
He slid his thumb down, and yanking his middle finger free from her hole. He grabbed her untouched clit between the fingers and squeezed it firmly.
As he gripped the sensitive nub, a strange feeling flooded through her. It felt almost good the way he touched her. And she felt a wash of shame come over her. Sex was supposed to be a dirty thing. You only had sex when you wanted a baby, and then you were only supposed to get the seed and be done with it. It wasn't supposed to feel good. Especially not with this dirty man touching her private places.
"I bet you love that, huh, bitch? Well, there's plenty more where that came from."
He took his hand from her crotch and sniffed it. "Mmm.... Someone's a horny little bitch. My fingers smell like hot cunt. You wanna smell it?" he thrust his fingers beneath her nose and she could smell an odd sort of smell. It was faint, but dirty. She felt so nasty sniffing her own vagina.
He pushed her away from him and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. He swiftly pulled the shirt over her head. Amber tried to cover her exposed bra with her arms, but he grabbed her wrists and held her arms away. He stared directly at her breasts, watching them rise and fall under the ugly bra she wore.
"Damn, bitch. Why would you go around carrying those titties in a bra like that?"
"My grandma gave it to me," Amber stammered.
"Well it's nasty. How am I gonna get a good look at you tits if you're wearing that thing? Take it off."
He released her wrists as he said this, expecting her to comply. Instead Amber wrapped her hands around herself and shook her head vehemently. "Do it bitch!" he yelled angrily. "Take off that ugly bra and show me your tits!" Again, Amber shook her head.
"That's it, slut. Now I'm pissed." He violently ripped off her bra, exposing her breasts for the first time since she had started puberty. "You fuckin' cunt. How dare you say no to me! Don't you get it?! You're mine. I am going to do what I want to your dirty whore body and you get to do what I say or else! And now its time to be punished." He plopped himself down on the edge of the bed and yanked him over to him. Reaching up her skirt she grabbed hold of her panties and tugged them down to her knees.
Now she was wearing only her sneakers and socks, nothing above her waist, her short skirt and her panties (which were no more flattering than the bra) were bunched up at her knees.
The man was eye-level with her crotch and he reached around and grabbed her ass through her skirt. He propelled her forward and buried his face in her crotch, only the rough wool skirt between his face and her most intimate regions.
He inhaled deeply her young innocent smells. Her virgin cunt was fresh and new. And despite her obvious shame, fear, and disgust at the situation, her arousal was apparent.
He pulled back, slightly. "Nasty little whore. You know what you smell like? You smell like a horny little bitch. Your dirty cunt is all wet and nasty, did you know that? You like the idea of my dick stretching your tight hole?"
Sobbing, Amber said, "Please... please don't put your penis in me... I don't want it in me..."
"Well, don't you worry your pretty little head. I'm not gonna fuck ya yet." Amber looked relieved but then he added, "I've gotta punish you for being a bad little bitch."
He grabbed her and pulled her down so she was lying across his lap, her behind poised in the air. Amber remembers a long time ago her father used to spank her like this, and she suddenly thought she knew what he wanted. He pulled her skirt up exposing her naked behind and she shivered.
"You dirty whore, you need to be punished for being a bad slut."
"I'm a good girl," Amber sobbed.
"Ha! You're a horny little fuckslut. Let me show you how fucking nasty you are, cunt." Her reached down between her legs and dragged a calloused finger over her moist vagina. "Oh, honey, your pussy is all wet. You clearly love the way I touch you."
"No! I don't like it! Stop! It feels bad! I don't like how it feels! STOP!"
"You love it, bitch. Let me show you." He pulled his finger away from her vagina, stopping his violation of her most private places. Then he brought his hand up and held it before her eyes. His fat finger was glistening with wetness. "See how wet you are, whore? You made my finger all dirty with your revolting cunt. Look at how nasty you are! You dirty skank, clean this up!" What? What did he mean 'clean it up'? "You heard me, cunt. Lick your nasty cunt scum off my finger." He shoved it in her mouth, forcing her to taste the strange new substance that was somehow making her private places dirty. She felt so perverted licking a strange man's finger after he had just touched her vagina. She was lying over his lap, her naked ass in the air, her panties bunched down at her ankles and her skirt around her waist.
As she sucked on his dirty finger he suddenly raised his other hand high and brought it down viciously on her young behind.
Amber screamed as he spanked her behind, reddening her delicate white cheeks. She started to cry and beg for him to stop. But he merely laughed and continued to punish her with the stinging slaps. The sound of his hand against her flesh filled her with shame.
Finally he stopped. "Dirty bitch. What did you learn from this, cunt?"
