Rape her until she likes it...

  The words reverberated in my head.

  Rape her until she likes it...

  My cock throbbed. It had been so long since I'd been able to get hard, but now...

  "Please," she whispered, her voice shaking with tears. "You don't have to do this. Just let me go."

  Rape her until she likes it...

  The girl had short black hair, cut into a bob around her ears. She was thin and petite and, though her clothes were ripped and her makeup smeared from her tears, I could tell she was still pretty. She had full, pouty lips that made me think about how she'd look with a cock in her mouth, and large black eyes that were wide with fear.

  I liked her eyes. They were expressive.

  Rape her until she likes it...

  She was bound, her arms tied behind her back and her legs strapped down to the bed.

  I ran my hand across her smooth stomach, then up to her tits. I pulled the fabric of her shirt down until they spilled out of her bra. They were perfect—not too big, not too small, with nipples that were the size of pencil erasers. I rolled one between my fingers, and she gasped, her eyes filling with more tears.

  "Please," she whimpered again.

  I could make her do whatever I wanted. I could force myself inside her, fuck her, make her beg me for more. She couldn't stop me.

  I could hurt her if I wanted.

  My dick pulsed.

  I could do whatever I wanted, and no one would ever know.

  She was crying, her face a mess of tears and snot. I hated tears.

  Rape her. Make her like it.

  "Please!" she said again. "Just let me go!"

  Another girl, crying on her bed.

  A girl who couldn't fight back.

  And the voice, always there.

  Rape her. She won't be able to stop you.

  Rape her until she likes it...

  ...

  Rosie laid tied to her bed. The rapist hovered above her.

  "Please," she said, her voice shaking. "Please, don't."

  But the rapist ignored her. Instead, he grabbed her wrists, holding them down while he used his free hand to pull down his pants.

  Rosie cried. He was going to do it.

  The man was going to rape her.

  "Please," she sobbed. "Don't do this."

  He leaned down, his lips next to her ear.

  "Shhh," he said.

  "Please," Rosie begged, "I don't want to—"

  ...

  Rape her. Make her like it.

  My lips brushed her skin.

  "Shhh," I whispered.

  Rape her.

  Make her like it.

  The voice kept going in my head.

  Rape her until she likes it...

  ...

  The rapist's hand slid between Rosie's legs.

  She screamed.

  Rosie was sobbing.

  The rapist smiled.

  "Shhh."

  The rapist's fingers rubbed against her clit.

  "Shhh," he whispered.

  And, slowly, Rosie began to calm.

  She stopped sobbing. Her tears slowed.

  She looked up at the rapist, her eyes wide and scared.

  "Why are you doing this?" she asked.

  The rapist grinned.

  "Because I can," he said.

  He leaned down, his lips next to her ear.

  "Because it's fun."

  The man's cock throbbed. His balls ached. He couldn't wait to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his dick.

  "Please," Rosie whimpered. "Please don't do this."

  But the man ignored her. He didn't care what she wanted. All he cared about was his own pleasure.

  He pushed his cock against her entrance, and slowly began to slide it inside her.

  "No," she said, her voice breaking. "Please, no."

  But he didn't listen. He kept pushing, forcing his way into her, inch by inch.

  ...

  Rape her until she likes it.

  That was what the voice kept telling me as I slid my cock inside her.

  Rape her until she likes it...

  Over, and over again.

  ...

  The rapist was big and thick. His cock stretched Rosie open, making her wince in pain.

  "Stop," she begged. "Please, stop."

  But the rapist didn't stop. He kept going, pushing deeper and deeper inside her, until his entire cock was buried in her pussy.

  "Stop," she said, her voice pleading.

  ...

  I liked the way the word sounded coming from her lips.

  Stop.

  Stop.

  Stop.

  I thrust into her, my cock filling her tight cunt.

  "No," she said, shaking her head.

  "No," she whimpered.

  "Please," she begged.

  That was like music to my ears.

  The sound of a girl begging for mercy.

  The sound of a girl knowing she was helpless, that her body was being violated.

  It made me feel powerful.

  It made me feel alive.

  And it made my cock throb.

  And I thrusted into her harder.

  Rape her until she likes it...

  ...

  "Stop," Rosie begged.

  But the rapist didn't listen. He didn't care what she wanted. He just kept pounding away at her, forcing his cock in and out of her, using her body for his own pleasure.

  "Stop," she sobbed.

  But he didn't.

  He kept fucking her, even as she cried and begged him to stop.

  He didn't care.

  All he cared about was himself.

  His pleasure.

  His release.

  He kept fucking her, even as her tears flowed.

  He didn't care.

  Her tears fell, silent, on the sheets beneath her.

  ...

  I kept fucking her.

  Even as she cried, I kept going.

  I didn't care.

  I just wanted my own pleasure.

  My release.

  "Please," she sobbed, "stop."

  I didn't.

  I kept fucking her, thrusting into her, making her take my cock.

  I only cared about myself.

  I didn't care about her.

  I didn't care if she liked it or not.

  I didn't care if she wanted me or not.

  I didn't care if she was scared or in pain.

  I didn't care.

  And as I fucked her, as I violated her, as I took what I wanted from her, I felt myself getting closer and closer to my release.

  I fucked her harder, faster, my cock slamming into her, my balls slapping against her ass.

  "Please," she whimpered.

  Rape her until she likes it...

  ...

  "Stop," Rosie begged again.

  But the rapist kept going.

  ...

  I couldn't stop.

  I was too close.

  "Please," she begged, one last time.

  But I didn't listen.

  I came, my cum shooting deep inside her.

  She sobbed.

  I pulled out of her, my cock spent.

  I stood up, looking down at her.

  At the mess I'd made.

  At the tears staining her face.

  At the pain in her eyes.

  I raped her.

  I turned, and left the room.

  Left her, broken and violated.

  The voice was right.

  Rape her until she likes it.

  That's all that mattered.

  Rape her until she likes it...