Dominating and Owning a Punk Ep.1 Breaking Samantha by Vain Villager..,

I rape and break-in my punk ex gf. , This is my first venture into this type of writing. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. The intro is a bit lengthy, but this is also the first episode so its important. Enjoy.

Samantha. That bitch. That beautiful blue haired punk bitch.
She is my ex girlfriend and soon to be sex slave, only, she doesn’t know it yet.

Episode 1 Breaking Samantha

Sam is beautiful, smart, tenacious, and a punk. She is only 22 years old, has big brown eyes, soft olive skin, and short messy blue hair. She only stands at 5’ 7’’ and her breasts are a very firm and perky B with nice puffy nipples. Good for biting. Her ass is the selling point however. Big, rounded to perfection, a bubble, smooth, and irresistible. When she wore skirts or tights and moshed, other guys were constantly grabbing and slapping it. Before we broke up she had a pink elephant tattoo put on her right cheek.

A quick overview of me, Adam. I’m 23 years old, fit without being overly athletic, smoke probably too much pot, and get paid decently well to waggle my mouse in photoshop. (I’m a graphic artist) Oh, my penis, it’s a nice 7” but I prize the 7” girth. Thick and heavy. Sam feared it it would tear her pussy or mouth and never took it in too far.

Our relationship was fine. We lived together with three others in an old house on the outskirts of the city. The kind of house drug dealers and college hippies live in. Sam went to school and I worked. We had plenty of fun together but there were plenty of problems too. Sam was an uncontrollable college punk and I was a logical and collected. She constantly accused me of being boring and not pursuing my goals. This was a trivial compared to the biggest problem though.

The sex. Sam looked, played, and talked the the talk when it came to being punk. Even with all the revealing outfits and sexual tension she caused. Her actual intimate side, however, seemed to be that of a timid child. Don’t get me wrong, she was no virgin, but might as well had been. I can count the times we had sex on my fingers, and thats spanning more than a year. Sam never swallowed or let me cum on her face, no shower sex, no public sex, NEVER anal, no toys or bondage, and no spanking. I never even got to push my entire length all the way in. As you might guess, I like my sex rough.

So naturally it came as no surprise when I came home from work early to find Sam on all fours getting fucked by some British Lit student. (His dick was much smaller than mine) I of course beat his ass and threw him out. Sam promptly broke up with me citing that I was too pathetic and useless for her and wanted me out by tomorrow.
Well fuck.
And it just spiraled from there. After struggling to find a place; even having to sleep in my car a few nights, I discovered that the bitch had stollen my remaining drugs and pawned some of my shit. To finish me, she told our mutual friends that I was the bastard in the relationship. In that way I wouldn’t be welcome around anymore. Sam didn’t just burn bridges, she napalmed them.

Sam was done with me. Unfortunately for her, I was not done with Sam. I had no idea what I wanted to do, but I meet some guys on the internet and they suggested the best idea. Sam was to be my personal sex slave. Step one was to break her.

*******
It was late and the street was quiet. I had been waiting and watching for the perfect night and here it was. The housemates were all gone for the the weekend and Sam had decided to stay in tonight. From a window I saw she was wearing a pair of patched jeans and a Clash t shirt. I wondered if she was wearing a bra underneath.

I walked down to her house carrying my bag of tricks. Carefully I put the bag down and pulled out the handcuffs and gag I would need first. I walked up to the front door and knocked.
My heart was racing with adrenaline.

The second I heard her beginning to unlock the door, I acted. I threw all my weight at the door, knocking her back into the main room. I quickly rushed in and threw myself on top of her, pinning her down best I could.

Sam screamed trying to push me away. “What the fuck? Adam!? Get the fuck off me asshole!” I slapped her hard in the face. For a moment she was stunned, but it subsided to anger.

“FUCK!” Out of nowhere I felt a searing pain in my leg. Sam had managed to pull her folding knife from her pants and cut my leg. “Fucking bitch!”
I grabbed her face unceremoniously and slammed her head onto the wood floor. Instantly her body went limp. Not the perfect execution but it worked.

*******

I was busy setting up my camera to face the bed when she stirred.
Sam was fully clothed and on her back with her extremities tied so she was in an inverted ‘Y’ position, legs spread. A ball gag in her mouth kept her from making any noise louder than a muffle.
Immediately, she tried to yell and get move. I jumped up on the bed straddling her stomach and smacking her in the face again. She looked at me with such hatred. My dick jumped from the look.

“That little knife stunt fucking hurt Sam.” I said producing her knife and placing it down to her throat. She stopped moving and her eyes followed the knife carefully. “But I guess you enjoy stabbing me. Right in the back or in my heart. Now its my turn to hurt you.” Sam’s eyes started to well up with tears. “Don’t worry I’m not going to kill you. In fact with time you might even enjoy your punishment.” I finished with sliding the knife under her Clash t-shirt and tearing it.

A serial rapist would have been astonished at the viciousness and fury I took to her clothes. Without any compassion I would just tear as hard as I could from her body. Removing her jeans more than likely bruised Sam. Her little red bra and mismatching baby blue panties came off with little snaps.

Sam was crying from fear and started struggling again. This time I punched her square in the face rattling her eyes around in her head. She stopped struggling.

I began molesting her perky tits. Grabbing and tugging hard at them causing her to moan in pain. Her nipples were getting stiff and I laughed as I flicked them.
“Somebody seems to be getting the idea.” Sam swore threw her gag.
I smiled bent over and bit down hard on her left nipple. She screeched and her body arched in fantastic form. I was nearly thrown off and had to stabilize myself. She immediately started struggling again.

This sent me into a wave of ecstasy. My penis was beginning to throb. I moved my hands down across her flat stomach playing with her belly ring for a brief moment before moving on to attacking her hairy cunt.

My first disappointment. She had apparently stopped shaving her pussy.
“What the fuck is this?” I crawled up her nude body squeezing her breasts harshly again. “I don’t like hair, you know I don’t like hair. You are going to have to take care of this for me later. Understand?” Sam was keeping her face turned away from me. I grabbed it and forced her to look at me. “UNDERSTAND.” She sobbed but nodded very slowly. “I don’t think you do. But don’t worry, we have all night for you to.”