"God, you have such nice tits."

  I pinched the nipple of her left breast with my thumb and forefinger, then rolled it back and forth while she moaned in pleasure.

  "And this pussy." I plunged my middle finger into her dripping snatch and she moaned again. "You have the perfect body, Hillary."

  I looked down at her naked body, the smooth skin of her chest and breasts and stomach and the trimmed curls at the junction of her thighs. She was writhing on the conference room table, her eyes closed, her legs spread, and her pussy leaking fluids over the wood and pooling between her thighs. I added a second finger to the first and began sliding both of them in and out, mimicking what I was going to do with my cock soon enough.

  "I hope you're ready to be fucked, Hillary."

  Her eyes snapped open. "No! No, I'm not!"

  "But you've been teasing me for so long, Hillary."

  "I wasn't teasing you! I didn't mean to..."

  I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and rubbed her juices over her lips before giving her a light slap on the cheek.

  "You're too cute to not rape."

  I stepped away from the table and grabbed her arm, pulling her up to her feet. I took the electrical cords and looped them around her wrists again. She struggled and tried to pull away, but I grabbed her hair and pushed her forward until her breasts were flat against the wall. I pulled her hands above her head and tied the other end of the cords around the hook we used to hang paintings from.

  Hillary tried to kick backward at me, but I gave her a hard smack on the ass and she yelped. She was trapped against the wall with her hands above her head, her cheek pressed against the white paint. I could hear her heavy breathing, the slight tremble in her voice. I stood behind her, looking at the smooth expanse of her back, the gentle curve of her buttocks, and her legs, parted just enough for me to see the dark, wet folds of her pussy.

  I stepped forward and ran my cock along her slit, letting her wetness lubricate me. I could see her face as I did this, the way her mouth opened, and her breath hitched. I moved my cock to the opening of her pussy and then slowly pushed inside, savoring the warm, wet feeling of her insides. Her pussy was tight, gripping me firmly as I moved my hips, pressing my pelvis against her buttocks.

  "Don't rape me like this," Hillary begged.

  I reached forward and wrapped my hand around her throat, pressing my chest to her back, and putting my mouth next to her ear.

  "If you're a good girl, I'll let you off after one rape," I whispered. "But if you're bad, I'll fuck you as much as I want."

  I thrust hard into her, my hips slapping against her ass, and I could feel the muscles of her throat work against my palm as she swallowed.

  "You won't get away with this," Hillary said.

  I thrust again, and again, and again, my pace quickening with each passing moment.

  "You're right."

  I reached up and took her ponytail in my fist, pulling her head back. Her mouth opened and she gasped, and then I kissed her, my tongue probing into her mouth, exploring the wet, soft insides.

  "I'm not getting away with this," I admitted.

  I felt my balls tighten, and the pressure building in my groin, and I knew what I had to do. I had to fill her with my cum.

  "That's why I'm going to cum inside you."

  Hillary's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to scream, but I covered her lips with my hand, muffling her cries. I thrust into her again and again, and the pressure built up until it became unbearable, and then I was exploding. The pleasure surged through me, and I came, the first hot blast of my seed splashing inside her.

  "NO! STOP!"

  I didn't stop. I couldn't. I held her tight against the wall, pinning her with my hips, and filled her pussy with my cum. It was so warm and wet, and the feeling of it all was too intense.

  "FUCK YOU!"

  Hillary's face was red and she was screaming, trying to push me away, but I was too strong for her. I held her against the wall, my cock still inside her, and came again, pumping more and more cum into her tight pussy.

  "STOP!"

  I laughed and thrust again, another load of cum spraying into her womb. I pulled out of her and flipped her around, grabbing her neck with my hands. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide and furious, and she tried to claw at me, but I kept her pinned against the wall.

  "Why are you doing this?!" she screamed.

  I put my mouth next to her ear and growled. "Because I want to."

  I kissed her hard, forcing her mouth open and exploring her insides. My hands roamed her body, touching her everywhere, squeezing and caressing her breasts, her stomach, her ass, and finally finding her pussy. I slid a finger into her wet, cum-filled cunt and started finger-fucking her. Hillary's entire body shook as she came, her juices gushing over my hand and spilling down her legs. I continued fucking her with my fingers, making her squirm and cry and beg for me to stop.

  "You're going to be pregnant," I told her. "I might not get away with it, but at least I'm leaving you with something to remember me by."

  Hillary sobbed. "I'll never forget this. Ever."

  "That's good," I said, smiling.

  I slid my fingers out of her pussy and pushed her onto the floor. I stood over her and wiped her juices from my hand onto her face, rubbing it in.

  "That's the point."

  I picked up my pants from the floor and dressed myself, then headed out of the conference room, locking the door behind me. I turned and looked at Hillary lying on the floor, her face and body covered in cum, her body shaking. She was crying and I could hear her soft sobs as she realized the truth.

  I'd raped her. I knew I would get caught in the next few hours, and the authorities would come to arrest me. But I had done what I wanted. It was me that won in the end. I would be locked up in prison, but she would be forever changed. She would have a child to take care of, and she would remember this day for the rest of her life. She would always be thinking about me. This is what rape does.

  I walked away from the conference room and toward the elevators, whistling happily. I knew I had made a huge mistake, but the feeling was incredible. My only regret was not doing this sooner.

  ⁂

  The judge motioned for her to stand. "Miss, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

  She stood in front of the judge and repeated the oath, her voice shaky and nervous. She looked down at her feet, her shoulders hunched, and her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

  "Thank you, Hillary." The judge leaned forward and rested his elbows on the bench. "Please tell us what happened." She took a deep breath and glanced at the prosecutor. He nodded encouragingly. She swallowed hard and began her story as I sat back and listened intently, my hands cuffed behind my back.

  This was the part I was looking forward to...