Breaking Her Innocence

Before you begin to read, I just want to clarify that this story involves pretty intense non-consensual activities, more than just a little struggle. Please do not downvote or comment just to complain about how gruesome things get. All of this is fiction and only a fantasy. Everyone involved is over the age of 18. So, please read at your own risk and enjoy!

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Claire felt barely awake as she checked off the last item on her clipboard. She blinked her blurry eyes as she examined the order number on the dark gray dresser one more time before marking it down. Thankfully, the otherwise dark interior of the van was dimly lit with auxiliary lights so she could actually see. The furniture delivery for the day was almost ready to go. She was the one who made sure everything was organized and correct before the drivers took off.

It wasn't her job to haul these heavy pieces--she left that to the strong moving guys--but without her final check, there would be missing or wrong furniture, which would lead to customer complaints. She took pride in her meticulous precision, though at this particular moment, she wasn't feeling very sharp.

Claire yawned as she stepped out of the van, rubbing her eyes. It was barely 7:30 a. m., and the regret of staying out late last night was hitting her hard. The cool morning air was refreshing, but it barely helped her to feel energized. She and her friends had spent the late-night hours at the arcade. It had been fun--so fun that she shrugged off the fact that she had her early morning shift. But high school was ending soon, and she wanted to make the most of her time left with her friends. After the summer, they would all separate and go to different colleges. She had turned 18 only the month prior, and although she technically was an adult, she sure didn't feel ready to be one.

Dragging herself over to the last van, she climbed inside and pulled out her clipboard again. There was a blue velvet two-piece sectional couch, an outdoor coffee table, a brown nightstand, and a recliner chair. After matching the order numbers together, she checked them all off.

A buzz came from her phone, and she slowly pulled it out, seeing a message from her friend. It was a video from last night.

Curious, Claire clicked play. The screen showed her at the arcade, going all out on the dance machine. Her arms were flailing and her feet were stomping all over. It was embarrassing but not surprising for her. In her friend group, she was always known as the wild one.

Claire grinned as she walked toward the back of the van, still watching the video.

Then her foot struck the leg of the coffee table. With a startled gasp, she stumbled forward, and her phone flew out of her hand. It skidded across the van floor and disappeared under the sectional couch. Meanwhile, she barely caught herself from landing on top of the coffee table, bracing her hands against the hard metal surface of the van's side panels.

"Ugh, seriously?" Claire muttered. She turned her head toward the couch and didn't even see the glow of her phone screen. It was wedged far underneath.

Sighing, Claire dropped onto her stomach and wiggled closer. She stretched her arm under the couch as she reached for the phone.

Nothing.

With a grunt, she pushed herself forward, wedging her body underneath the couch. Her fingers barely brushed the edge of the phone case. She was so close. Just a little more--

Claire sent her body even deeper into the couch and extended her arm, straining every muscle, until finally--finally--her fingertips flicked against the phone, pushing it just enough to send it sliding into her hand.

"Gotcha," Claire mumbled triumphantly, gripping the device.

Relieved, she exhaled and went to slide out.

But she didn't move. Frowning, Claire tried again. She wiggled her hips and shifted her shoulders.

Nothing.

Her stomach tightened. She was stuck.

Claire dug into the metal floor with her knees and pressed her palms against the floor, attempting to push the couch off just a little bit. But the incredibly heavy couch barely budged. She tried twisting her torso and kicking her legs, but still nothing happened.

Her pulse sped up and she began to panic.

She was really stuck.

This couldn't be real. She had one job--to check furniture off a list--and now she was trapped under a couch in the back of a delivery van. It was too ridiculous to even believe. What would her manager say?

Claire felt her mind race. If she just stayed here and waited, the delivery drivers would soon find her like this--in such a vulnerable position with her butt sticking up.

No. Absolutely not.

Claire scrolled through her contacts. It was hard to see her screen in her compromised position but she could make out the names. There was only one person she could call--her coworker Blake--who had clocked in at the same time as her.

Claire groaned at the thought. Blake was the last person she wanted to see her like this. He had approached her in the break room on her first day, asking for her number, and she reluctantly gave it to him. Ever since then, he had been flirting with her and constantly inviting her over to his place. She stopped texting him after a while, but he didn't seem to get the message. He was annoying, cocky, and already teased her every chance he had. If he found her like this, she would never hear the end of it.

But... she had no other choice. Better him than her manager or the delivery drivers.

Taking a deep breath, she tapped his name.

After a few rings, he answered. "Yo, Claire. Are the vans ready?"

"Yeah, they're ready," Claire answered. "But... I need help."

Blake paused. "With what?"

She gritted her teeth. "I'm kind of... stuck."

There was a moment of silence. Then, laughter. Loud, obnoxious laughter.

Claire groaned, shutting her eyes tightly. "Blake, I swear--"

"How the hell did you get stuck?" Blake asked, snickering.

"I... I don't want to talk about it," Claire sighed frustratingly. "Hurry up and help me; I'm in van number five."

Still laughing, he replied, "I'm on my way. Try not to go anywhere."

Claire rolled her eyes. "Hilarious."

A minute or so later, she heard footsteps approaching. Then, the creak of someone climbing into the van.

Then--more laughter.

"No way!" Blake wheezed, slapping his knee. "This is too funny."

Claire groaned. "Shut up and help me."

She heard him crouch beside her. "Damn, you're really jammed in there."

"No shit!" Claire snapped, wiggling herself. "Now make yourself useful and pull me out!"

"Alright, alright." Blake gripped his hands on her waist, making her flinch, and he gave a firm tug.

Nothing.

Blake sighed. "Wow, you really are stuck."

"Less talking, more pulling!" Claire spat, losing her composure.

But instead of pulling, Claire felt his hands leave her waist. She heard him stand up and his footsteps retreated. Then, to her confusion, she heard the familiar sound of the van doors shut.

Her stomach dropped. "Blake?"

"Relax," Blake said casually. "Just closed the doors for some privacy."

"Privacy?" Claire echoed, her mind spinning. "What for?"

Blake didn't answer, which only made her even more anxious. What was he talking about?

"Uh... Blake?" Claire was really worried now.

She heard him kneel down again and felt his fingers slide into the waistband of her leggings.

Before she could even protest, he gave a hard yank. And just like that, her pants had been pulled down.

"Oh my god!" Claire yelped in alarm. She froze, feeling the cold air inside the van around her exposed rear.

"Damn, it's even nicer up close," Blake commented, his voice full of purpose.

Claire was bewildered. "My butt?"

"Yeah, what else?"

"I..." Claire's voice trailed off. What was happening? Did Blake maybe accidentally pull her leggings down when trying to help free her? That didn't make much sense, though. And why was he checking her butt out?

"Blake, if this is your attempt at making fun of me--"

Claire's voice was suddenly cut off and her blood ran cold when she felt Blake's hands on her bottom as he began to massage her cheeks. She flinched hard and her head got bumped into the underside of the couch.

"Blake!" Claire squealed in shock. "What are you doing?"

He didn't respond, and his hands began to knead hard into the soft skin of her cheeks. She couldn't help but whimper as she felt her butt being squeezed.

"I knew this day would come." Blake's voice gave her chills from how devious it sounded. "But I didn't think it would be so soon."

"This day?" Claire repeated, trying to make sense of it all. "What are you talking about?"

Blake suddenly removed both his hands from her butt, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, both hands returned, landing on both her cheeks to give her a hard spanking.

Involuntarily, she let out a moan as she felt the sensation. Then she realized what she had done, and her eyes widened in panic.

"Blake!" Claire gasped, her voice strained as her body trembled in fear. "Stop! Why are--"

As if things couldn't get any worse, she suddenly felt Blake's fingers grab hold of her panties, then quickly pull them to the side. She quickly jerked her hips around, but then she was reminded that she was stuck--completely stuck.

"What are you--"

She didn't have a chance to finish that sentence before she felt a finger slip inside her vagina.

"OH!" Claire let out a half-moan, half-whimper. Her legs bucked wildly, but her movements were suppressed by the couch wedged on her.

Blake's fingers didn't stop as she felt them probing her clit and feeling it all over. He wasn't rubbing it really fast, but rather in a slow and circular motion up and down her clit. She trembled all over--from shock, horror, confusion, and stimulation--trying to process it all. Why was he doing this to her?

She let out a louder moan as his fingers continued to explore around, and she tried to kick her legs up, which made no difference.

"Stop! STOP!" Claire screamed, her volume muffled by the bottom of the couch.

Suddenly, Blake's fingers darted back out, making a quiet but audible smacking sound from the moisture as he exited her pussy.

Claire was fully terrified now. She was wedged deep under the couch, her leggings were at her ankles, and she was being violated by Blake with no way of stopping any of it.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked casually. "You're so wet right now; I know you're loving this."

"Loving this?" Claire's voice cracked hard. "I never even said you could touch me! Now hurry up and pull my pants up! This isn't funny!"

Blake just chuckled coldly. "Oh, I'll pull your pants up. But after I have my fun."

She felt a chill run down her spine. The way he said it was a clear indication that he had his mind set. And since she was hopelessly stuck, there was nothing she could do but protest.

"Blake, stop!" Claire whimpered, trying to find any way she could to put an end to this uncomfortable situation. "This isn't--"

She was cut off and her eyes went wide as she felt his fingers re-enter her wet pussy, this time with the addition of a second finger. Her hips bucked again and she let out another moan.

"Blake, please!" Claire groaned. "Please!"

"Please what?" Blake asked; the flatness in his voice made her even more uncomfortable.

"No more! I can't do this! I'm not like this!" Claire squealed.

"Not like this?" Blake's fingers paused, still stuck inside her. "Then can you explain why you're wet? Don't tell me you're not enjoying this."

"I'm not!" Claire wailed, her eyes blurring with tears. She shuddered hard as she felt her moist pussy rubbing against his fingers. "Stop!"

"Yeah, right," Blake snorted in disbelief. "I know a girl like you has been around."

"Been around?" Claire asked, wincing as his fingers moved around inside her. "What does that mean?"

"Stop acting so innocent," Blake huffed.

"I'm not!" Claire argued back. "What does it mean?"

Blake paused for a second. "It means that you've got experience. Letting guys sleep with you and all that."

"What?!" Claire bristled with shock. "I don't do that!"

"Really?" Blake sounded surprised. His fingers finally slid out of her pussy, to her relief.

"No!" Claire was panicking from everything happening, but what stung most was how Blake believed she was some slut. "I... I've never..."

"Done anything like this?" Blake chuckled. "But you're clean-shaven. Who were you getting ready for then?"

"Nobody!" Claire fought to steady her voice. "You don't understand. I've never done anything with a guy before."

"Not even a kiss?" Blake still sounded surprised.

"Never," Claire whispered. "So please, just help me get out! I'm very uncomfortable with what you're doing to me! It's so wrong!"

"Hmmm," Blake sounded thoughtful for a second, but then Claire felt his hands on her waist again. She braced herself for him to violate her again, but instead, his grip tightened, and she felt him pulling her body out.

"Hang on," Blake said, removing his hands from her. Then she heard a grunt as the couch's crushing pressure on her began to fade away. He was lifting the couch up! Finally, Claire grabbed her phone and wiggled her way out. She inhaled and exhaled a deep breath of relief, feeling that she had been taking breathing for granted.

"Thank you." Claire's voice was barely above a whisper as she went to stand up, her legs wobbling. She bent forward to pull up her leggings when Blake suddenly grabbed both her arms and pulled them hard.

The force sent her stumbling backward. She yelped as she collided with Blake's hard chest. Her phone slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor.

"You really thought I was done with you?" Blake's grip tightened, his fingers digging slowly into her arms.

Before Claire could react, Blake spun her around and shoved her forward. She stumbled again before collapsing onto the couch, landing on her back. Her body sank into the soft cushion. She tried to scramble up, but he was faster. He quickly removed both her shoes before ripping her leggings off her ankles and tossed them aside. Then he loomed over her, both hands pressing down on her shoulders, pinning her in place.

"You didn't really think I'd just let you go now, right, Claire?" Blake's voice was low and menacing.

"Get off me! You're--" Claire's wail was cut short when Blake slapped his hand across her mouth, muffling it. She struggled against his hold and bucked beneath him, but his weight and strength kept her down.

Claire was so relieved to be unstuck from the couch, but once again she was stuck. And this time--it was in a much more desperate situation.

"Come on, Claire. You know I've always had a thing for you." Blake's eyes narrowed as he glanced into her wide, round eyes. "I kept inviting you over, but you always had an excuse. And then you stopped texting back."

Her breath came out in short gasps when Blake removed his hand. "I'm sorry! I'll text you more from now on!"

"That's a good start," Blake's lips curled into a cold smile. "But I want more than that." His fingers pressed harder into her shoulders, a silent reminder of his control.

"More?" Claire repeated, horrified at what that meant.

"You just told me you don't have experience," Blake tightened his grip. "That makes you even more appealing to me. You're still pure and so innocent. No wear and tear. Zero miles on the odometer, no previous owners, and a clean history."

Claire felt sick to her core. Blake was talking about her like she was a car. The objectification was humiliating to her, but not nearly as humiliating as being pinned under him on this couch.

"Well, there's a first time for everything." Blake continued, lowering himself towards her. "You're going to get some experience."

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Claire's voice was a whisper. She struggled again, but she knew she was trapped, with his body blocking any escape.

Blake paused, leaning over her until his face was hovering over hers. "Why? Do you have someone else in mind?"

The truth was that Claire was never all that interested in guys. Sure, she had some crushes in middle and high school, but she was never serious with any of them. In high school, she was well aware that guys wanted the same thing from her. But to their disappointment, she just wasn't that kind of girl.

Regardless, she was grateful for her cute appearance. In fact, she had recently been measured for her high school graduation gown and she was surprised at her measurements: 32A-25-36. Blessed with a petite figure, a modest height of 5' 2", and a natural girl next door look, it was no wonder why guys always showed her so much attention. To add to her already adorable nature, she had big round hazel eyes, pouty lips, and long, dark-brown hair that she would always tie into a ponytail to keep it from blowing everywhere in the wind. Her friends always complimented her and even joked that she could turn any gay man straight. Claire was very happy to be so attractive, although she didn't always like the attention.

"I asked you a question," Blake reminded her, his hand pressing deeper on her shoulder, making her shudder. "Answer me, bitch."

Claire felt a wave of shame as he degraded her. She was mad at him for disrespecting her, but that was the least of her concerns.

"No," Claire shook her head. "I haven't been seeing anyone."

"So there's no argument then," Blake smiled. "You're mine, Claire. And I'll take whatever I want from you."

The possessiveness he had in his tone made her shiver with fear. Anything he wanted from her?

"I... I'm underage!" Claire protested, knowing it was a lie.

"Bullshit," Blake whispered, his face mere inches away from hers as she felt his hot breath. "You turned 18 last month. There's no way out of it, Claire. You're legal, and you're mine."

She sank deeper into the couch cushion, intentionally to build up momentum. Then she thrust her body upwards with all her strength to try and dislodge Blake. But barely anything happened, and she realized just how outmatched she was.

"Nice try," Blake smiled mockingly. "But you're not going anywhere."

Claire swallowed hard.

"Like I said, I'll give you some experience," Blake continued. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And we'll start with your very first kiss."

"Kiss?" Claire's head was spinning with panic. She was growing weaker as Blake kept his hold over her.

"Yes, a kiss," Blake clarified. "Remember, Claire, anything I want to do to you is now fully in my control."

Blake leaned forward, holding her still. Even as Claire pulled back, whimpering a little, it was no use. Soon, his lips met hers. They felt warm and moist, and she shut her eyes as she was forced to let it all happen.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. But it was.

Claire timidly placed her hands on his chest to try and push him off, but it was hopeless. She could only kiss him delicately, totally unsure of what to do, as her lips tried to keep up with his.

She whimpered a little before Blake finally pushed off her, separating their bodies. Then he grabbed her shirt in the middle and gave it a small tug.

"Alright, your pants are already off; now let's do your shirt." Blake smiled.

Before Claire had a chance to say anything, Blake had already taken initiation, and grabbed at the fabric of her shirt.

"Arms up," Blake instructed, but she shook her head quickly.

"I said," he grabbed her neck, slowly applying pressure. "Arms up!"

Claire began to choke, feeling his grip beginning to squeeze the life out of her. As much as she wanted to keep her shirt on, she knew it wasn't worth passing out. Reluctantly, she placed her arms above her head, and he finally released his grip.

"Good girl," Blake smirked, grabbing her shirt and lifting it over her head. It revealed her lacey black bra underneath. Claire had always loved how cute it was to wear, but hated how Blake would also see how nice it was. He tossed her shirt to the ground.

"For someone with no experience, that's a pretty sexy bra," Blake commented. "You sure you're a virgin?"

"Yes!" Claire was already in a predicament, but she wasn't going to be accused of being a slut.

Blake laughed, grabbing her and pushing her deeper into the couch. Then he let go and reached out a hand behind her.

"Let me help you with that," Blake smiled, pinching the clasp of her bra straps between his fingers and unsnapping it. Claire was shocked; even she couldn't undo the clasp one-handed. Clearly he had been practicing.

Then he grabbed her hair and pinned her down again, loosening the remaining straps and tearing her bra off. He tossed it onto the ground next to her shirt, and Claire yelped as she realized that she was now showing her bare chest to him. Quickly, she moved her hands up to cover herself, but Blake caught them first and threw them off to the side.

Blake just watched her, smiling, and Claire knew he was aware of how awkward she was being. Her sexy, petite body--something she was always proud of--had now become a burden for her. She had just been stripped down by another man--for the first time ever in her life. With the exception of her panties, she was completely naked.

"Okay, okay," Claire huffed, her face burning hot with embarrassment. "Are you happy now? Can I go?"

He just laughed, shaking his head.

"What are you talking about?" Blake's wide grin terrified her. "We're just getting started."

"What?" Claire's voice cracked.

"I said it would be a start," Blake replied, staring down at her bare breasts. Then he glanced at his watch. "Relax; the delivery drivers won't show up for another twenty minutes. For now, just let me have my fun."

Claire gasped when Blake suddenly lowered down and started to kiss and suck on her nipples. She let out another moan and shook her head back and forth in protest. He planted his hands on her tits and cupped them, applying pressure as he squeezed them.

"You don't have much," Blake commented, licking his lips. "But I can make it work."

Claire's hips bucked and she moaned loudly as she felt his fingers slide into her vagina again. There was one thing she could not ignore--she was getting wet, very wet. She could feel her juices slowly begin to seep out of her body. The couch would be stained soon, but she had no time to worry about that. His fingers went even deeper inside her, and soon he added a third finger.

Blake continued toying with her pussy, curling his fingers and slowly moving them around. The sensation felt oddly enjoyable, but Claire was horrified that it was being done to her by another person. She masturbated regularly to control her hormones and urges, but that was all in her control. Now, her pussy was all his, and he was free to play around with it however he desired.

"Blake, stop!" Claire whimpered, letting out another moan as the stimulation shook her. "Please, I don't like this!"

Blake removed his fingers, putting a pause to her torture, but then reached to her panties and with one swift motion, he tugged them off and held them in his hand. Now, Claire was fully naked.

"You don't like this?" Blake snorted. "Then why are you so wet? Don't deny it, you little slut. You're loving this."

"No!" Claire cried out, feeling her voice echo around inside the van. Maybe if she made enough noise, she could draw attention from someone else to finally save her. "Help! HEL--"

"I'm sick of you screaming," Blake growled, quickly stuffing her own panties inside her mouth. The force made her gag, but he pushed her mouth shut. She could do nothing but let out another whimper.

"Keep your mouth shut, whore." Blake commanded. "I don't want to hear another peep until I'm done with you, understand?"

Claire's eyes widened in fear as he grabbed her throat again and shook her violently. She had no choice but to nod, and she let her lips close around her own soaked panties, wadded up in her mouth. She gagged again as they barely fit inside her small mouth.

"Good girl," Blake laughed, reaching his hands down and pushing her legs apart.

"See? Look at you!" Blake commented as he began to rub her pussy again with his fingers. "You're dripping like a faucet!"

Claire opened her mouth to argue but remembered her panties were stuffed in there.

Blake seemed to inspect her as he continued to rub her pussy and poke at her clit. Claire closed her eyes and moaned as tears slowly trickled down her cheeks. She was desperately trying to convince herself this wasn't happening. Maybe it was just a nightmare that she would wake up from soon. But the tingling sensation she felt in her private area was all too real, and to her horror, she began to enjoy the feeling. It was wrong, but it felt so good.

"Fuck..." Blake groaned as his three fingers continued to swirl around inside her. "You've got such a tight little pussy, don't you?"

Claire looked up at him, watching him continue to violate her. She was naked, helpless, and unsure of what to even do. She wanted to wipe away her tears, but even that wouldn't change much.

Suddenly she felt a sharp sensation as Blake slapped his hand across her chest, making her small tits jiggle. She let out a muffled moan.

"Don't you?" Blake repeated, this time louder and more intense.

"Mhm!" Claire whimpered, her breath convulsing as she tried not to cry out loud.

"That's what I like to hear," Blake grunted before picking her light body up and turning her over, slamming her down. Claire groaned as she fell back onto the soft couch.

"Stick out your ass," Blake demanded, spanking her right cheek.

Claire let out a muffled whimper, shaking her head.

"I said, stick your ass out, bitch!" Blake yelled, his voice full of anger. Claire moaned loudly as his hand struck her ass again, this time with tremendous force.

Afraid that he would do it again, Claire reluctantly did as she was told, sticking her rear end up.

"Good girl," Blake's voice dropped to a whisper as he once again began to finger her wet pussy, spreading her cheeks open as he did so.

Claire could do nothing, and she slowly accepted that she would have to continue taking this abuse. Nobody would be able to hear her now in this delivery van, and she knew that Blake was right--the delivery drivers wouldn't show up for another fifteen or twenty minutes. Even though that seemed to be an eternity from now, she knew her suffering would end eventually.

Blake's hand came down hard again, making her moan as she was spanked hard.

"Didn't realize you would enjoy being a little whore, huh?" Blake asked, his tone full of scorn.

Claire shook her head desperately, but then the feeling returned again. As much as she tried to deny it to herself, she was beginning to enjoy all of this. Whenever she masturbated, she had thoughts of her celebrity crush and wished that he would be there to ravish her. Blake was far from her celebrity crush, and he was the one ravishing her now. Still, she found a little excitement from the fact that nothing was in her control. Was it a coping mechanism? Or did she really like what he was doing to her? She moaned again as he played with her, sliding his fingers in and out repeatedly.

"Mmmm!" Claire groaned, half from pain and half from pleasure. She barely even noticed another sharp smack to her ass.

"You know, it's a shame you've never let another guy play with you," Blake told her, spreading her cheeks wide open. "You're so fucking hot, yet you barely even realize what you have."

Claire wished she was deaf in that moment, but her ears forced her to listen to him groaning quietly as the sloppy wet sounds of her own pussy continued to echo all around the van.

"Mmmmm!" Claire groaned deeper this time, her body shuddering as she realized she was close to orgasm.

"You're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?" Blake asked with disdain. His hands came down rough on her ass once more, spanking her over and over again. Her tears were now streaming down her pretty little face, and she was forced to nod.

"Mhmm! Mhmm!" Claire whimpered, involuntarily sticking her ass out even further and arching her back as far as it would go. She was quickly approaching the edge, and she had no control in stopping it now.

Blake's fingers sped up substantially, pushing in and out of her soaked pussy with intense speed.

"Mmm! MMMMM!" Claire bit down hard on her wadded panties and closed her eyes tightly as her pussy erupted, splattering her juices everywhere over the brand new couch. The gushing sounds seemed to echo all around the van, but she barely heard it as waves of pleasure crashed down over her, overloading her with bliss. With one last shiver and shudder, she collapsed into the couch, feeling her warm fluids come into contact with her bare skin.

"Holy shit!" Blake laughed, pulling his fingers out. Then he reached his hand over her mouth and tugged her panties out. "You came everywhere! You really are a dirty whore."

Now that Claire regained her ability to speak, she wasted no time.

"Stop!" Claire groaned, her voice already strained. Her breaths were shallow and uneven as she tried to keep talking. "Ple--"

Blake gave her no time to recover as he reached down and grabbed her ponytail, yanking her up as she let out a yelp. He turned her face towards him and gazed into her deep hazel eyes.

"Shut up, whore," Blake growled at her, holding his dripping hand in front of her. "Clean off my fingers."

Claire's eyes widened. Before she had a chance to react or even say anything, Blake shoved his fingers in her mouth, and she was forced to lick her juices off his hand with her tongue. After he removed his hand, she took a deep breath.

"Can I..." Claire began, her voice shaking. "Can I..."

"Can you what?" Blake demanded impatiently, reaching out a hand to slap her left boob, causing her to flinch hard.

"Can I... go?" Claire asked, her voice fully submissive and weak. "Please?"

Blake just laughed at her mockingly before slapping her other boob with delight. Then, his hands grasped around her throat and pushed her deep into the partially-soaked couch cushion.

"You just squirted all over the couch," Blake smiled intensely. "And now you just want me to let you go and leave your messy snail trail behind for me to clean up? You really are a whore!"

"No, I'm not!" Claire shrieked, her tone laced with rage and shame.

Blake's eyes flashed with anger and he reached out a hand and slapped her hard--in the face. She whimpered and reached out a hand to cover it, but she didn't get a chance to. He grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulled her up.

"On your knees," Blake instructed. "And hurry, before I really slap you."

Claire flinched from just those words. He wasn't really slapping her just now? She could still feel the stinging sensation of his slap on her left face cheek, not to mention all the previous assaults on her tits and ass.

Begrudgingly and quickly, she got onto her knees, thankful for the soft couch cushion beneath them. She looked up at Blake, her eyes wide open in fear and anticipation. Then she was forced to look down with pure terror as Blake unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his big, rock-hard cock. Her jaw dropped wide open.

"Wow, mouth open already." Blake chuckled, approaching her. "Looks like you already know what to do."

Even though Claire knew what she was going to have to do, she really didn't want to. But if she refused, he would slap her again or hurt her in other ways. She was cornered with no way out.

In her dazed thoughts, Blake quickly grabbed her hair and pulled, shoving his cock inside her mouth, which was still unfortunately open from shock.

She tried to squirm away and pushed against his thighs, but Blake wasn't letting up as he forced his dick down her throat. Instantly, she gagged and choked on it before he thankfully pulled out. Then he grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back.

"Ohhh..." Claire gasped for air. Shaking her head and looking up at him with big, sad eyes, her voice was pleading. "Blake, please! No more! I--"

"Shut up," Blake grunted, slapping her across the face again. "Now keep your hands behind your back, understand? This will be over soon."

"Okay," Claire couldn't say anything else as she nodded obediently. Blake's hand rubbed over her tender face, stinging from his fresh slap. For a second she thought he would slap her again, and she closed her eyes and braced for it. But instead, he just continued to pet her like a dog.

"You're a good girl," Blake told her, sighing gently. "Just a little too feisty and reluctant."

Of course she was reluctant! Blake had forced himself onto her. But she could only keep that thought to herself.

"Open wide," Blake continued, and she almost instantly obeyed. Slowly, he pushed his cock back into her mouth and slowly went down her throat.

Claire whimpered as she started to gag on his cock again, taking his shaft all the way down her throat before he pulled it back out. She gasped for air but only for a second before he pushed it back inside.

Blake quickly rammed his cock into her mouth, and this sudden surprise made Claire flinch hard, and she felt her teeth graze gently against him. He yelled out in surprise, quickly pulling out and stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over the coffee table.

Claire froze in shock and covered her face with both her hands. She hadn't meant to do that at all. She was just surprised by the force that Blake used when he shoved his dick inside her mouth. But she doubted that he would see it that way. Then, to her horror, she began to laugh nervously, and before she knew it, she was full on laughing and couldn't control herself.

No. Not like this!

Blake slowly straightened up, his usual smirk now replaced by something a lot more threatening. His gaze was locked onto hers, unreadable but very intense. Slowly, he walked towards her.

"I'm sorry!" Claire squeaked, shuffling herself back a little. "I didn't mean to! I--"

Before Claire could even finish explaining herself, Blake lunged forward. His stocky body slammed into her much smaller and fragile one, causing the wind to be knocked right out of her. As she struggled to regain her breath, he viciously gripped her throat and applied far more pressure than he had before.

"You think that's funny, huh?" Blake growled, his voice low but dangerous.

Claire's sides heaved desperately as she stared up at him. Clenching her fist, she aimed a weak blow at his face, but it missed clumsily. Desperately, she tried to speak, but between her lack of oxygen and her fear, nothing came out.

"I know you're a pathetic little virgin," Blake spoke threateningly as he removed his hand from her neck before lashing it out to strike her face hard. "But I thought even you knew not to use your goddamn teeth!"

She felt like she had all her brain cells knocked out with that one slap, and she barely heard what he said.

"I'm sorry," Claire rasped, her entire body trembling from all her emotions. "I didn't... mean to..."

Blake seemed to enjoy her petrified gaze. "Doesn't matter," his voice was seething. "All that matters is that you used your teeth, you stupid fucking bitch."

His hands traveled to her chest, where his fingers clamped around her now-erect nipples.

"Not enjoying this, my ass," Blake rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Look how stimulated you are!"

Then, his fingers tightened around her nipples sharply. Claire shrieked as she felt her nipples be twisted. Then, just as fast as the sensation had hit her, it was over, and his hands had relocated to her face. She trembled hard as he pressed his own face close to hers, leaving only an inch of gap between them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Claire whimpered, instinctively closing her eyes. Tears streamed down her face and dripped onto the couch cushion below.

Blake stared at her for a few more moments before his smirk returned. Then he let go of her face and stood back up. Then he gestured with his finger for her to get up as well, and Claire slowly and clumsily scrambled up, sitting criss-crossed on the couch.

"You know, I was just going to let you give me a blowjob before letting you go," Blake sighed, shaking his head. "But after your little stunt? I don't even want one anymore."

Hope flickered in Claire's chest. "So... that means I can go now?"

Blake hesitated for a moment, and Claire thought he was going to finally grant her freedom, but she felt a freezing chill down her spine when he spoke again.

"No. I'm going to take your virginity."

Claire felt lightheaded and she nearly fell backwards, but she stuck out both hands on the cushion to steady herself.

"No..." Claire breathed, her voice shaky. "No! Please, no! You can't!" She tried to press herself against the back of the couch, but she was cornered.

"This is what happens to whores that misbehave," Blake let out a laugh that sounded way too evil.

"No!" Claire pleaded, pushing her petite body into the couch, hoping to disappear. "I'll do anything! Anything!"

"Anything?" Blake asked, tipping his head to the side.

Claire nodded instantly. "Yes!"

"Well..." Blake looked thoughtful for a second. "There is one way for me to have my fun without taking your virginity. But you're really not going to like it."

"Please! Anything!" Claire's voice cracked. "I can suck your dick!"

Blake snorted. "After almost biting my dick off, I don't want you to anymore."

"Then... what do you--"

Blake just flashed a devious smile as he reached down and took off his pants all the way, kicking them away to the side. Then he started to stroke his dick.

"Turn around, put your head down, and lift your ass up," Blake instructed, his voice cold as ever.

Claire trembled but forced herself to do as she was told.

"Alright, now arch that back," Blake continued. She felt the couch move as he joined her, only a few inches behind her.

Even as innocent as she was, she knew exactly what Blake was about to do--and she had no say in it. She arched her back obedieintly and spread her legs for support. She panicked, realizing what was about to happen.

Claire flinched as Blake began to rub her ass before spreading her cheeks wide open over and over again. His finger tickled her wet pussy and she flinched hard.

"I thought you weren't going to take my virginity!" Claire protested.

"Oh, I won't." Blake replied. Claire felt his dick slap against her ass gently, splattering his pre-cum on her cheek. "But what I'm about to do will hurt. A lot."

Before Claire had a chance to process what he meant, she gasped, feeling his cock penetrate inside her asshole.

"OHHH!" Claire moaned loudly, mostly from pain. Her ass had never been stretched so wide before.

"Relax, I'm not taking your virginity," Blake told her, slowly pushing his dick into her ass.

"But... this..." Claire groaned as he continued to slowly penetrate her. "OHHH! This... is worse!"

"I warned you," Blake sighed pitifully. He spanked her ass hard, causing her to whimper. Inch by inch, his long, hard cock slid inside her tight ass. She slapped her hands repeatedly against the couch in pain until finally she felt his body pressing up against her. He was all the way in now.

"AHHH!" Claire's entire body trembled and her voice cracked hard. "OH MY GOD!"

The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she was pretty sure childbirth was less painful. It was unbearable, but not every single thought of hers was in agreement. The tiniest part of her felt that the pain was exciting, even if it hurt like hell. It didn't make any sense at all.

"You're so fucking tight!" Blake exclaimed, giving her ass another powerful smack.

Claire shook her head and closed her eyes shut as Blake stroked his cock in and out of her. With no more regard for this new and probably expensive couch, she opened her mouth and clamped her teeth onto the cushion to brace herself from the rising pain.

But soon, she felt a similar sensation, and she couldn't believe herself. She felt it coming up fast--another orgasm--and she knew it had crept up on her so stealthily. Then, Blake's fingers darted over to her clit and began to rub it hard.

"No! No!" Claire cried out, tears flowing down her face like a river. "No! Don't make me! Please!"

"Make you what?" Blake asked, already fully aware of her answer.

"Make me cum!" Claire whimpered. "Don't make me--"

Claire gasped as he thrust faster and harder, rocking her body back and forth. His hands rubbed her clit with blazing speed, and soon--it was all too much.

In a split second, Claire reached orgasm again. "OHHHH!"

Her pussy spilled out its juices again, splattering all over the couch. She knew the couch was stained in every way imaginable, but that thought only stayed for a fraction of a second. Her warm juices seeped down her legs and she groaned loudly before squealing with excitement. Slowly, she began to gather herself and control her body again, but that was short-lived. The second orgasm reached her, and her pussy burst open again, sending even more of her fluids everywhere. She spasmed uncontrollably and more tears fell from her eyes straight onto the couch.

"Wow," Blake laughed with satisfaction. "Cumming twice in a row, just like a whore."

Claire didn't know what to feel at all. The orgasms had felt lovely, but everything else was still so wrong. She then panicked again because she knew he wasn't done with her. But at the same time, she couldn't take anymore--especially in her tight asshole.

"Hope you're ready for another orgasm," Blake announced, repositioning himself.

"NO!" Claire quickly spun around, blinded by fear and the intense adrenaline she was feeling. Somehow, her small body managed to knock Blake backward, and he yowled in shock.

She faced him, breathing harder and faster by the second. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth felt dry, but she managed to keep her voice steady when she spoke.

"I'm done, Blake. You've... had your fun, and I'm leaving."

Blake's expression was blank for a second, but then he let out a chuckle.

"I'll tell you when I'm done," Blake declared, his voice loud and authoritative. "Now turn back around, bitch."

Claire knew it was a death wish to defy him, but the feisty side of her was unwilling to give up.

"No! No more!" Claire hissed, her voice and body shaking. "It hurts too much!"

"That's the point of anal," Blake shrugged nonchalantly. "Now, turn around before I make you."

Claire wanted to keep standing her ground, but then the determination died from her eyes. Exhaling sharply in defeat, she positioned herself back onto the couch and braced herself for the impending pain.

The couch creaked, and Blake was approaching her. Claire heard him stroke his cock repeatedly, and she shuddered at the thought of it re-entering her ass.

"Wait!" Claire cried out. "You can use my pussy, okay?!"

"What was that?" Blake asked, uncertainty in his voice.

"You can take my virginity!" Claire clarified, knowing she was trapped in this hell. "Just no more anal, okay? It's too painful."

"Hmmm," Blake sounded like he was considering her offer. "Fair enough. And I believe that also counts as your consent."

Consent? None of this was consensual, but Claire bit her tongue. She just needed to hold on for a little while longer, and Blake would be forced to leave her be.

Claire arched her back more, pushed out her ass further, and even spread her legs wide open almost instantly, and she hated that she had been conditioned to do it so fast. And although this compromising situation terrified her, that small part in her mind remained--the part that secretly enjoyed this. Maybe she really was becoming a whore.

"Oh yeahhh..." Blake groaned as he pushed his cock past the lips of her wet, pre-lubricated pussy.

Claire sighed with relief, thankful it was nowhere as painful as anal, and she even let out a sensual moan.

"Ohhh..." Claire found herself finding this sensation to be relaxing, and she didn't hold back on moaning some more as Blake stroked his cock in and out of her slowly. "Yes... yes... ohhh."

Then, Claire felt her ponytail be grabbed and guessed that Blake was using it to steady himself as he continued to rail her from behind. She let out another long moan as her orgasm built up.

"Yes... ohhh... yes! Ohhh..."

"Ready to cum again, whore?" Blake chuckled, spanking her ass. At this point, her cheeks were already so numb from all the spanking that she barely even noticed.

"Mhmmm!" Claire whimpered.

"You like that?" Blake spanked her again.

"Yes!" Claire grunted, feeling him speed up, thrusting hard. "Ohhh!"

"You ready to cum again, you dirty whore?" Blake demanded, tugging at her ponytail.

"YES..." Claire groaned, digging her palms into the couch cushion to brace.

Almost instantly, she was pushed over once again, making her shudder all over.

"OHHH!" Claire let her moan bellow out.

She could hardly believe how much she was still leaking from her pussy, considering this was her fourth orgasm. But this time felt different--she actually really enjoyed this one. Maybe she felt a little fear, but most of it had been overshadowed by her lust and humiliation.

"Alright, new position," Blake instructed. He sat down on the edge of the couch and patted his lap. "I want you to ride my cock."

"Okay," Claire winced, crawling over and standing in front of him to face him.

Blake's hands grabbed around her waist and gently guided her down. Soon, his dick went inside her again, and Claire shuddered with excitement. She enjoyed how comfortable this position was, and she felt some control as she controlled the speed, bouncing up and down him, slowly at first, then speeding up.

"Oh yeah..." Blake groaned, leaning forward and sucking gently on her tits. Claire felt a spike in pleasure as she kept riding him. She had always been pretty insecure about her small chest, and she was loving the fact that someone was enjoying them.

"Ohhh..." Claire groaned, letting her body weight go down harder with every cycle. "Blake, your dick feels amazing!"

Blake smiled, grabbing her waist tighter and helping her bounce even harder onto him. Soon, Claire squeaked in anticipation as she felt herself approaching orgasm again.

"OHHH! YESSS!" Claire moaned as she came once again, this time with significantly less juice spilling out.

The continuous waves of pleasure nearly made her drown in ecstasy, and for a second she thought she would pass out. She slumped over gently and went limp, and Blake caught her by her chest, playing with her tits.

"Okay, I'm almost ready," Blake announced, much to her disappointment. Claire was dreaming about her sixth orgasm, but she was still surprised at how much stamina he had.

"I'm going to cum into your mouth," Blake grunted, heaving her body off him and lowering her to her knees on the floor. "Open up."

"Okay," Claire obliged, opening wide. Blake grabbed her hair and shoved his cock down her throat, and she instantly made sure not to graze him with her teeth this time.

Blake began to throat-fuck her, and she kept gagging and choking at this sensation, but she was a little excited at the thought of getting his load pumped into her mouth. After doing so much with him, she was curious to earn even more experience.

"Oh fuck!" Blake grunted, violently shoving his cock all the way in with every stroke. Claire fought for air as she continued to gag, and he pulled out.

"Open wide!" Blake demanded, grunting.

Claire opened her jaw as far as it would open and felt a powerful shot of cum shoot inside her mouth. Another load followed, and this one hit her lips, splattering most of it all over her face. She felt cum everywhere, even on her forehead. It dripped down her cheeks and onto the floor.

"Just like that," Blake moaned, pumping out every last drop before stopping. "Fuck yeah."

Claire's mouth was full of his jizz, and she went to spit it out into her hand, but Blake slapped her gently.

"Swallow it all," Blake told her, and Claire swallowed the huge mouthful, gagging a little. Then she steadied her breathing, finally being able to catch her breath.

"Your face looks amazing covered with my cum," Blake commented, smearing the cum around her eyes. She slowly blinked them open and saw his wide smile.

Blake then made his way over to the front of the van and found a small box of tissues. He wiped himself clean before handing the box to Claire.

"Clean yourself up, slut." Blake said, putting his jeans back on. He glanced at his watch and smiled. "Right on time, we have five minutes left."

Claire wiped herself clean, using up most of the box. She used the remaining tissues to clean off the couch, but then she reached the last tissue.

Then she examined the couch and gasped in horror. "It's still all over the couch!"

"Yeah." Blake let out a chuckle. "You made a mess, you dirty whore."

"What do we do?" Claire was panicking. The blue velvet cushion was smeared all over with fluids.

"Well, it seems like you only messed up this one cushion." Blake picked up the cushion and flipped it over, revealing an identical blue side, clean from any substances. "There we go."

"What if the customer finds out?" Claire stammered.

"Not our problem," Blake shrugged. "Now hurry up and get your clothes back on."

Claire put her clothes back on over her sweaty body and was pleased to be covered up again. Her wet panties felt extremely uncomfortable, but she knew she had no other choice.

Suddenly, Blake's hand tightened around her neck, and he used his strength to raise her up into the air. Claire tried to pry his hands off, but she was too weak and tired to make a difference.

"Listen, if you tell anybody about any of this," Blake growled. "You will regret it, understand?"

Claire nodded fast and Blake finally released his grip, and she gasped loudly while landing back on the ground, nearly falling over.

Blake opened up the van door again, and the burst of fresh air felt amazing.

"I'm going to grab some disinfectant spray to try and cover up the stench," Blake said, climbing out. "Leave the door open so it can air out, and pretend you're still checking the furniture. Wait for me."

"Okay," Claire nodded, bending down to grab her clipboard. A tiny drop of cum was splattered on the edge of the paper, and she tore it off. She looked up just in time to see Blake disappear into the back of the store.

Claire's mind was spinning, and although she had never felt so much bliss all at once, the clarity was now clear as ever. Her legs wobbled, and she collapsed onto her knees, barely feeling the pain of her knees striking the metal floor. The clipboard fell to the floor as well. She had so many thoughts flying all over, but one of the top ones was wanting to experience all that all over again. Something about it just felt so wonderful, despite how forced it was.

"Oh my god," Claire whimpered, her voice hoarse and weak. She buried her face in her hands. "What's wrong with me?"

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So there you have it--an intense yet thrilling story written by yours truly. I know many parts got very intense, and I want to repeat myself that at the end of the day, this was a fantasy and only will ever be a fantasy. Feel free to give me feedback, I'm always happy to hear what you think! Thank you for reading and supporting my work!