The Mind Spear Chapter 21

by Writing Shark

You fuck Jenna

You let Jenna process her horror for a few minutes while you jerk your cock to full size with relish. You gave the girl a fair chance to break your heart the normal way and now she’s with someone stronger than her.

“Enough crying girl. Lie on your back. Legs to me.” Sobbing, Jenna follows your command. She’s definitely too scared of the pain and obeys you, in shock but it’s a good start for what you have planned for her life. “Spread your legs. Let me see your cunt again.” She hesitantly complies with your request. “Shit, I just can’t get enough of the sight of you.” But you’re not here for the view.

While beautiful Jenna holds her finger in front of her mouth while staring to you full of panic it occurs to you that you have no real idea how to pleasure a woman in bed, but luckily Jenna doesn’t expect you to, so you can let yourself go completely. Her legs feel fantastic as you grab them and roughly pull them apart, and her gray socks on her delicate feet create a sexy situation, as if she wasn’t prepared to be raped tonight. You grin. Plus her pants lying messily on the disheveled bed.

“Let’s mess you up a bit,” you say and roughly brush through her hair. The girl puts up with it and just stares between her legs. “Are you excited yet?” She shakes her head. “I am,” you admit. Then you shrug your shoulders. “Let’s not wait any longer Love.”

Her mouth flaps open and shut again in a silent cry of pain, open and shut again. Her eyes stare blankly into the air but you’re in heaven.

“Oh God that’s so fucking… good” you moan as you thrust your cock into her tight dry hole.

“Why?” Jenna still doesn’t seem to get it. Or her brain is mush. You roll your eyes and stuff her panties into the girl’s mouth.

“Jesus, you’re stupid. Shut up now and let me enjoy you.”

Then only muffled moans come from Jenna as you enjoy your first time with your dream girl. Cathy is right. It doesn’t matter if a girl likes you or not, the fucking is always good. You imagine what your life with Jenna could be like, looking at her naked body, her hand-sized titties and her labia reluctantly adjusting to your pumping cock. Her belly is tense and her face is straining but you’re not paying attention to her feelings and her belly is rising and falling because she’s enjoying it.

“You enjoy being fucked by me you little bitch?” Jenna shakes her head frantically, not shocked, she tells the truth. “It doesn’t matter either. Your cunt is fantastic, even while dry.” You imagine her, her belly fat from your rape baby. Her family throws her out. She’s dependent on you, begging to be with you. You thrust faster, harder, making her moan.

“I’m going to cum, Jenna,” you press out between your teeth and let yourself fall on top of her. Your body pushes her legs painfully wide apart and her eyes beg you in panic, but you only pay attention to her breasts. You suck one of her tiny nipples into your mouth, then thrust convulsively, not making a good first impression, but you don’t care. Because your sperm shoots into Jenna, Jenna, your great love. She screams into her panties that are hanging out of her mouth and you press your hand into her face.

Then you lie on top of her, breathing heavily. It was different with Cathy, you think to yourself, but you don’t care. You love Cathy like a sister. Jenna, on the other hand… You look at her. She’s hardly in this world.

“Hey.” You give her a gentle but firm slap. Her eyes focus on her rapist again. “That was great. Thanks.” Then you pull her panties out of her mouth, her lips dry and chapped. You stand up and close her legs. “Give it a good squeeze. Don’t want your mother to find stains on the sheets.”

“Oh Gohohod…”

“Here.” With a disgruntled snort, you hand her the morning-after pill and a bottle of water from your backpack. Your fantasies are not so important now. Jenna obeys without asking what kind of pill it is and gulps it down with some water. “Now clean me up.” You point to your smeared, half-limp cock and Jenna obeys again, swaying from the exertion and trauma. “Good girl” you say while she sucks your flaccid cock in her mouth.

Either she doesn’t give you the effort she gives Jason or Jenna sucks at sucking. But you don’t expect her to get anything right the first time on her own initiative either, you just throw her back on her stomach on the sweaty mattress, grab her hair and pull her towards you., the thought of her little mouth making you hard again. This girl is like viagra to you. Her gagging and gurgling and coughing is music to your ears and you remember that you need to fuck Cathy orally this hard. Jenna massages your cock with her lips, her eyes tightly closed, her breathing labored, but her fight against fainting feels fantastic around your cock. A small strand of drool runs down her chin and even though you’re not as big as you wish you were, you manage to take her breath away. That alone makes you hard as steel again and you pat her head generously and call her a good girl while her legs kick and shake wildly.

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You fuck her again lying on her back but this time you grab her legs and test how tight you can make her. Luckily you’ve already cum inside her, otherwise you’d come even faster and just before you shoot your load into her for the second time you feel her walls tighten around your cock. Her orgasm milks your cum out of her and you come to a pleasurable climax together with your crying victim.

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As Jenna sucks your cock for the second time too, which actually means you’ve grabbed her head and are rubbing yourself over her limp tongue, you make a mental note to prepare yourself better next time you rape a girl. But it’s not your fault. Jenna is just a dream and you can’t wait to fuck her next time.

Finally you’re ready and get dressed. Your girl lies on the bed, silently crying and ugly (as ugly as a girl like Jenna can be), oblivious to the world.

“That was great,” you say encouragingly. “You’re really good. Sorry for my mediocre performance.” You bend over her battered body and she’s too weak to flee from you (what helps her not to get shocked), grab her chin and turn her limp head towards you. A flick of her eyes and she gives you the last of her strength. “I’ll try harder next time.” She’s too weak and there are no tears in her eyes. “Come on, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time.” Then it’s time. “But don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it next time.” Then you leap over her body, grab her face and force her to look at you.

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“Because you’re madly in love with me.” That wakes her up.

“Please…” she croaks in alarm, but you show her no mercy.

“You’ll forget this night. You’ll fall in love with me. I’ll leave the rest to you. Make up a story. Something I’ll like. I know you don’t know me, but you’ll manage. And if I don’t like the story, then we’ll just change it.”

“Ethan… please… I can’t…” The first shock sets in. Jenna is too weak and her muscles are failing. She just trembles like a ragdoll as her body is flooded with pain.

“Don’t worry. Just this once, then you won’t have any more pain. Train your brain to immediately accept everything I feed it with and you’ll be happy.” You get up and walk to the door, but turn around again. “I love you, Jenna.” Then you leave the room and close the door behind the twitching body.

You go into the kitchen and inform her mother that Jenna is tired and that you will bring her something to eat. Then you leave the house, the sandwich for Jenna in your hand. You need the energy more than your girl does.