John pulled into his driveway. Neither of them had spoken much on the way home from the restaurant. The sexual tension was as thick as pea soup. He put his truck in park and looked over at Amanda. "Walk over and get what you need for spending the night." She was no longer his lady for the evening. He saw her for what she wanted to be, his slut.
Amanda felt her own arousal climbing as John treated her the way she craved. She pulled the handle on her door and started to climb out of his truck when she felt his hand grab her arm. She looked at John.
"When you walk through that door." He said as he pointed to his front door. "You belong to me. I'm going to do whatever I want with you. If that's not what you want, then don't come back." He released her arm. "Now get out of my truck."
Amanda walked down the driveway to the sidewalk that connected their houses. Her legs feeling like they were going to collapse under her with each step. John was proving to be the man she needed to exploit and use those dark needs within her that she had fought with for so many years. Just the fact that he had parked in his driveway and made her walk back to her house to get what she needed for the night had her aroused for what else he had planned for her throughout their night together.
But once again, her biggest fear was not what he had planned for her. But if he was going to be able to handle those deep-seated needs within her. And how long he'd stick around once he realized how deep they went.
She couldn't stop shaking as she gathered up what toiletries she needed, and a change of clothes, throwing them in a backpack. She was both excited and terrified for what was about to happen.
John stood in his living room wondering if he could go through with what he had planned in his mind. He was not an abusive guy by nature. It just wasn't him. He looked down at the bulge in his jeans. He was more aroused then he could remember ever being, at the thought of ravaging Amanda for his own pleasure. But then he began wondering if his efforts would be enough to bring her off the way she needed. Were her needs deeper than he could meet?
Amanda walked down her driveway and back across the same path she'd just come. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought she felt lightheaded. She walked up John's driveway, her legs feeling like they were going to collapse under her at any moment. She opened the door and walked in, knowing John was waiting for her. John was nowhere to be seen. Her heart was pounding so hard it was shaking her whole body as she dropped her backpack by the front door and walked into the living room.
She never heard John step up behind her. John wrapped both arms around her before she knew what was coming. He covered her mouth with his left hand as he wrapped his right arm around her waist, taking control of her.
Amanda squealed instinctively, even though she knew immediately it was John. The suddenness not only startled her, it ignited her arousal.
"So your mind always goes back to that night." He growled in her ear. His voice had an edge to it Amanda had never heard before. "I'm going to give you something new to think about bitch. By the time I'm done with you this weekend you'll be a very sore and well used slut." He released her mouth long enough to pull her hands behind her back and zip-tie them together. As many times as he'd used them on suspects he'd arrested, he'd never been as turned on as he was at that moment, using them on Amanda.
"Please don't do this." Amanda panted.
John didn't know if she was slipping into the role she wanted to play. Or if in her mind she had taken herself back to that night in college. Either way, it didn't matter at this point. He was beginning to enjoy a role he'd never thought he was capable of. "Shut up bitch." He pulled a blindfold out of his back pocket and slipped it over her head.
"No! Please! I promise I won't fight you!" Her pleas sounded genuine.
John spun her around, to face him, as he chuckled. "I know you won't bitch. You need this. You want this." He ran his hands over shoulders and down over her exposed skin in the opening of her sun dress. "You're just a dirty whore who needs to be taken like a whore." He slipped his fingers inside the opening in her dress between her breasts. "When I'm done with you, you'll be my whore." He ripped her dress open, sending the buttons flying around the room.
Amanda squealed again at the suddenness of having her dress ripped open. She began to tremble as she was sent back in time. She was completely at John's mercy and didn't know what he was going to do next.
John ripped the rest of her apart and let it hang from her shoulders, her bra and panties fully exposed. He watched her chest heave as she gasped for air, her body shaking now. He wondered how she remained standing on those 4" heels. He pulled out his utility knife he always carried with him, whether on duty or not. He laid the flat of the blade on her skin, just under her neck.
Amanda moaned when she felt the cold steel touch her. She knew this was John. But in her mind she was driven back in time again. "Please don't hurt me!" She moaned softly as he traced the blade over her skin. "I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you want." She said sobbing as her emotions overtook her.
"I'm not going to hurt you." John growled at her. His lust for her was in complete control now. "Not as long as you serve me like the dirty whore you are."
"I am a whore!" She sobbed softly. "I'm such a dirty whore."
John traced the knife down the valley between her breasts. The cups covering them were the biggest he'd ever dealt with. With one smooth, fast motion he sliced the thin piece of material holding them together. Her tits flopped out, pushing the cups aside. He just smiled as he leered at her 38EEs. "Now that's a pair of cow tits." He traced the blade over her soft tit flesh, listening to her gasp each time he swiped the flat of the blade across her nipple.
He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her forward, almost causing her to fall. He kissed her hard. Amanda sobbing and moaning as he kept her mouth stuffed with his tongue. "You be a good slut for me tonight and I won't cut up your tits." He growled in her ear. He had no intention of harming her in anyway. But if this added to her need to feel out of control and being raped. So be it. But at the same time he was discovering his own dark-side as he fully embraced his new role as her attacker.
Amanda was in that room again. She felt all those hands roaming all over her body. Pawing at her. Slapping her. Grabbing her breasts. Fingers inside her pussy and ass. Fingers being shoved down her throat till she was retching and gagging. "I'll be a good slut!" She cried. "I promise!"
