It felt amazing, I had Hillary pinned down on the office desk as I yanked off her jeans and panties. The smell of her pussy filled my nose, the scent alone was enough to get me hard.

  She was sobbing.

  "Please, stop this, I'm begging you, don't do this!" She cried out.

  I reached over and pulled on her ponytail, forcing her head back and up. I wanted her to see what I was about to do.

  I grabbed the strap with her employee badge around her neck, and tore it off.

  I pressed the cold badge against her pussy lips and rubbed it.

  "Please! Please! No! Not there! Please! Stop!" She wailed.

  I smiled, "Shut the fuck up, bitch."

  I slid the badge up her slit, rubbing it back and forth across her clit.

  "No!" She screamed out, trying to wriggle her hips away from my touch.

  "I said shut the fuck up, whore!" I barked at her. I grabbed her throat and squeezed hard, I wanted to choke the life out of her right then and there. "You stupid fucking cunt, you're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you."

  I let go of her throat, she gasped for air.

  "I'm going to teach you what it's like to be a girl in a man's world, Hillary."

  "No..." She sniffled.

  I took the end of the strap and slowly pressed it inside of her, sliding it further and further into her pussy.

  She was crying harder, but not as loud.

  "How does it feel, slut?" I asked, pushing her badge strap all the way inside her. "Does it feel good?"

  She didn't answer.

  I pushed in deeper, until it couldn't go any further. Then I pulled it out slowly, only to shove it back in. I repeated this motion over and over, fucking her with her own employee badge.

  "Please..." She mumbled. "Stop... please."

  I slapped her face with my free hand. "Quiet, whore."

  Her eyes widened with fear, and she nodded, accepting her fate.

  "Good girl," I whispered. "Now, let me fuck you with something else."

  "No! Please, not that!" She yelled out, covering her mouth with her hand.

  I laughed. "Too late, bitch."

  I slid her employee badge strap out of her pussy, and tossed it aside. I took a step back, and reached into my pocket.

  I pulled out my black leather belt from around my waist and held it up in front of her. "Do you know what this is, Hillary?"

  She nodded, "Your belt."

  "Yes, very good. And you know what I'm going to do with my belt, don't you, bitch?"

  "Please, no!"

  ...

  The crackling sound of leather cutting through air was followed by the sharp, loud smack of leather on skin.

  Hillary cried out, "Ahhh! No! Ahhhh!"

  The belt came down again, and again. Each time it landed on her bare ass, she shrieked and moaned.

  After a dozen or so lashes, I paused. "Does it hurt?"

  "Yes!" She shouted. "Please stop, it hurts so much!"

  I dropped the belt, and ran my fingers along her pussy. It was dripping wet.

  "Wow," I muttered. "I think you like it."

  "No!" She protested. "I don't like it!"

  "Don't lie to me, slut," I snarled as I picked the belt up. "Now, I'm going to hit you until you cum. Understand?"

  "No, please don't! I beg you!"

  "Too late," I sneered as I raised my arm above my head and brought the belt down.

  "Aaaaahhhh!" She screamed, arching her back.

  "Yes, yes, keep screaming, Hillary," I laughed, bringing the belt down again and again, striking her ass and pussy with it.

  "Aaaaaaahhhh!"

  The more I whipped her, the louder her screams became. The more she screamed, the harder I whipped her. It was a vicious cycle.

  Finally, after several more strikes, she collapsed onto the desk, shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth hung open, drool dripping from her chin.

  She'd passed out.

  "Slut," I called out. "Slut!"

  No response.

  "Fuck," I cursed under my breath. "I hope I didn't kill you."

  I put the belt down and grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing her tight, virgin pussy.

  "Wake up, bitch," I growled, spitting on her pussy.

  She still didn't move.

  "Fuck," I cursed again, this time louder.

  I grabbed the badge strap again and shoved it back inside her. "Wake the fuck up, slut!"

  Still no response.

  "Shit."

  I pulled the strap out of her pussy, and threw it on the floor.

  "You're not done yet, whore." I leaned over and pried open her mouth.

  I reached into my backpack and grabbed a bottle of water. I unscrewed the cap and poured the entire contents of the bottle into her open mouth.

  "Wake up, cunt," I yelled as I pinched her nose closed.

  Nothing.

  "Well, shit."

  I let go of her nose and took a step back.

  This was definitely not how I planned on things going down. I had hoped to fuck her, use her, and beat the shit out of her for fun. But instead, she was now passed out on the desk, and I hadn't even cum yet.

  "Fucking cunt," I growled.

  I grabbed her hair and picked her head up, only to slam it down hard on the desk.

  "You're fucking worthless," I sneered.

  I let go of her hair and stepped away.

  I was furious and frustrated. This was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be easy. And now, the stupid whore had passed out and ruined it.

  I sighed loudly, and picked up my belt. I stared down at her body, and wondered what I should do with her.

  Should I kill her?

  No, that would be too much trouble. Besides, I needed her alive if I wanted to rape her properly.

  "Ahhh fuck!" I groaned as I threw my belt on the floor.

  I grabbed her ass and pulled her cheeks apart again, exposing her beaten pussy. I spat on her hole, and rubbed the saliva around.

  "Might as well start feasting," I muttered to myself as I dropped to my knees.

  I pressed my face between her ass cheeks, and started licking and sucking on her pussy.

  "Fuck," I groaned, savoring the sweet taste of her juices. "Fuck, yes."

  I licked and sucked and slurped on her cunt, eating her like a starved animal.