Chapter 11: Ownership Complete
William was fucking Rachel Berry.
The hulking man had gotten what he wanted from the Glee Club star. His enormous cock was now moving in and out of her pussy more freely, the initial impossible stretch having given way to a wet, gripping slide. Each withdrawal was a slow, deliberate torture, each thrust a punishing claim that slammed the breath from her lungs.
“Oh God… ah!… it’s so… deep!” Rachel gasped, the words splintering into a scream as he hit a place inside her that sparked white behind her eyelids. Her legs, hooked over his shoulders, were trembling violently. The angle was devastating, making his cock seem to spear through her very core. William’s bulk, bent over her, partially blocked the flickering overhead light, casting her in his shadow. Sweat dripped from his chin onto her collarbone.The hulking man had gotten what he wanted from the Glee Club star. His enormous cock was now moving in and out of her pussy more freely, the initial impossible stretch having given way to a wet, gripping slide. Each withdrawal was a slow, deliberate torture, each thrust a punishing claim that slammed the breath from her lungs.“Oh God… ah!… it’s so… deep!” Rachel gasped, the words splintering into a scream as he hit a place inside her that sparked white behind her eyelids. Her legs, hooked over his shoulders, were trembling violently. The angle was devastating, making his cock seem to spear through her very core. William’s bulk, bent over her, partially blocked the flickering overhead light, casting her in his shadow. Sweat dripped from his chin onto her collarbone.He thought of Finn, downstairs, laughing over a beer, oblivious. The arrangement was clean. The crew would keep him occupied, keep him drinking, until the deed was done. Until his girlfriend was properly broken in.Rachel’s mind was a shattered mosaic of sensation. Pleasure, a deep, radiating current she had never known, short-circuited every coherent thought. In fleeting, lucid flashes, she remembered the other girls—Quinn’s pale hair in the other room, the low male laughter from behind closed doors. Any girl who entered this house didn’t leave until she’d been thoroughly fucked. The truth of it was being hammered into her with every snap of his hips.“You like that, you tight little cunt?” William growled, his voice a rough vibration in the dark air. He changed his rhythm without warning, swapping deep, grinding plunges for a series of short, brutal jabs that made her yelp. “Gonna make you forget your own name.”“I… I can’t… nngh!”But she could. Her body could. It convulsed around him in a sudden, wrenching orgasm that tore a raw, ragged sound from her throat. Her nails bit into the hard muscle of his back.William didn’t pause. He didn’t slow. As her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, he just growled, “Good girl,” and pulled out completely.The cold air on her wet flesh was a shock. Before she could protest, his hands were on her, rolling her onto her side with casual, immense strength. He yanked her top leg back over his arm, and in one smooth, relentless motion, he was back inside her, hilting himself in a single stroke that punched a sob from her chest.Taken like this, she seemed to disappear into his grasp. He used one huge hand to wrench the front of her black dress wider, popping buttons. Her bra was pulled down, and her small breasts were exposed, captured in his palm. He could hold both in one hand, kneading the flesh, pinching her nipples until she cried out.“Look at you,” he sneered, his thrusts gaining a punishing, mechanical regularity. “Rachel Berry. Broadway star. Just a squealing little whore getting her pussy stretched by black dick. Admit it.”“Yes!” she shrieked, the admission torn from her, mingling shame and ecstasy into one addictive drug. His words, filthy and degrading, only poured gasoline on the fire in her belly. “Oh God, yes!”After a while, still driving into her from the side, his breath started to come in heavier grunts. A new tension corded his body. “Gonna drown this pretty little pussy,” he warned, his voice thick.A few seconds later, Rachel felt it. A hot, liquid gush hit the deepest part of her. Then another. And another. A pulsing flood of it, filling her as his thrusts slowed to deep, possessive rolls of his hips. She felt her own climax trigger again, a secondary explosion that milked more of his release from him. She felt the semen, impossibly warm, spill out around the girth of his cock, a slick, wasted trickle running down the inside of her thigh.“Fuck,” William breathed, finally still, buried inside her. He glanced down at the mess. “Your tight little cunt… squeezed every last drop out of me. Finn ever make you this messy?”Before she could even process an answer, before she could savor the brief, weightless respite, he was moving again. With just one hand, he flipped her onto her stomach. He hauled her up by the hips.“On your knees. Face the mirror.”Dazed, her body humming and dripping, Rachel obeyed. She got on all fours on the rumpled sheets, facing a large, foggy mirror leaning against the wall. The reflection was a punch to her gut. Her hair was a wild, curly halo. Her dress was torn open, her small breasts swaying with each shaky breath. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glassy. And behind her, looming like a dark storm, was William, all corded muscle and intent.She saw his hands, enormous, settle on her hips, almost encircling them completely.“Wai—”He thrust. Hard. All the way. Her cry was a sharp, choked thing. Her body, now perfectly accustomed to his size, and slick with his spend, accepted him with a wet, obscene sound. He set a ruthless, powerful rhythm immediately, each pump of his hips rocking her whole frame forward.Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of their joining was loud in the room.“Look,” he commanded, his voice a guttural rasp. He grabbed a fistful of her curls and yanked her head back, forcing her to see. “Look at the fucking slut I’m making you into.”In the mirror, she watched herself degrade. Saw the jolt of her body with each penetration. Saw the frantic, lost expression on her own face. Saw the dark, powerful animal using her from behind.“All those fucking songs… all that pride…” he grunted, punctuating each phrase with a driving thrust. “Just a hole for a real cock. Ain’t that right, you glee club cunt?”“Y-yes!”“Say it.”“I’m a hole!” she screamed, the words both a surrender and a liberation.“My hole. I’m ruining this pussy for any other man. Finn’s gonna feel how loose you are. He’s gonna know you’re spoiled.”The imagery, the crude truth of it, coupled with the relentless stimulation, coiled the tension in her belly beyond bearing. She came again, a silent, seismic rupture that locked her muscles and blinded her. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream reflected back at her in the glass as William fucked her straight through it, his own growls the only thing she could hear.
He thought of Finn, downstairs, laughing over a beer, oblivious. The arrangement was clean. The crew would keep him occupied, keep him drinking, until the deed was done. Until his girlfriend was properly broken in.
Rachel’s mind was a shattered mosaic of sensation. Pleasure, a deep, radiating current she had never known, short-circuited every coherent thought. In fleeting, lucid flashes, she remembered the other girls—Quinn’s pale hair in the other room, the low male laughter from behind closed doors. Any girl who entered this house didn’t leave until she’d been thoroughly fucked. The truth of it was being hammered into her with every snap of his hips.
“You like that, you tight little cunt?” William growled, his voice a rough vibration in the dark air. He changed his rhythm without warning, swapping deep, grinding plunges for a series of short, brutal jabs that made her yelp. “Gonna make you forget your own name.”
“I… I can’t… nngh!”
But she could. Her body could. It convulsed around him in a sudden, wrenching orgasm that tore a raw, ragged sound from her throat. Her nails bit into the hard muscle of his back.
William didn’t pause. He didn’t slow. As her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, he just growled, “Good girl,” and pulled out completely.
The cold air on her wet flesh was a shock. Before she could protest, his hands were on her, rolling her onto her side with casual, immense strength. He yanked her top leg back over his arm, and in one smooth, relentless motion, he was back inside her, hilting himself in a single stroke that punched a sob from her chest.
Taken like this, she seemed to disappear into his grasp. He used one huge hand to wrench the front of her black dress wider, popping buttons. Her bra was pulled down, and her small breasts were exposed, captured in his palm. He could hold both in one hand, kneading the flesh, pinching her nipples until she cried out.
“Look at you,” he sneered, his thrusts gaining a punishing, mechanical regularity. “Rachel Berry. Broadway star. Just a squealing little whore getting her pussy stretched by black dick. Admit it.”
“Yes!” she shrieked, the admission torn from her, mingling shame and ecstasy into one addictive drug. His words, filthy and degrading, only poured gasoline on the fire in her belly. “Oh God, yes!”
After a while, still driving into her from the side, his breath started to come in heavier grunts. A new tension corded his body. “Gonna drown this pretty little pussy,” he warned, his voice thick.
A few seconds later, Rachel felt it. A hot, liquid gush hit the deepest part of her. Then another. And another. A pulsing flood of it, filling her as his thrusts slowed to deep, possessive rolls of his hips. She felt her own climax trigger again, a secondary explosion that milked more of his release from him. She felt the semen, impossibly warm, spill out around the girth of his cock, a slick, wasted trickle running down the inside of her thigh.
“Fuck,” William breathed, finally still, buried inside her. He glanced down at the mess. “Your tight little cunt… squeezed every last drop out of me. Finn ever make you this messy?”
Before she could even process an answer, before she could savor the brief, weightless respite, he was moving again. With just one hand, he flipped her onto her stomach. He hauled her up by the hips.
“On your knees. Face the mirror.”
Dazed, her body humming and dripping, Rachel obeyed. She got on all fours on the rumpled sheets, facing a large, foggy mirror leaning against the wall. The reflection was a punch to her gut. Her hair was a wild, curly halo. Her dress was torn open, her small breasts swaying with each shaky breath. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glassy. And behind her, looming like a dark storm, was William, all corded muscle and intent.
She saw his hands, enormous, settle on her hips, almost encircling them completely.
“Wai—”
He thrust. Hard. All the way. Her cry was a sharp, choked thing. Her body, now perfectly accustomed to his size, and slick with his spend, accepted him with a wet, obscene sound. He set a ruthless, powerful rhythm immediately, each pump of his hips rocking her whole frame forward.
Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of their joining was loud in the room.
“Look,” he commanded, his voice a guttural rasp. He grabbed a fistful of her curls and yanked her head back, forcing her to see. “Look at the fucking slut I’m making you into.”
In the mirror, she watched herself degrade. Saw the jolt of her body with each penetration. Saw the frantic, lost expression on her own face. Saw the dark, powerful animal using her from behind.
“All those fucking songs… all that pride…” he grunted, punctuating each phrase with a driving thrust. “Just a hole for a real cock. Ain’t that right, you glee club cunt?”
“Y-yes!”
“Say it.”
“I’m a hole!” she screamed, the words both a surrender and a liberation.
“My hole. I’m ruining this pussy for any other man. Finn’s gonna feel how loose you are. He’s gonna know you’re spoiled.”
The imagery, the crude truth of it, coupled with the relentless stimulation, coiled the tension in her belly beyond bearing. She came again, a silent, seismic rupture that locked her muscles and blinded her. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream reflected back at her in the glass as William fucked her straight through it, his own growls the only thing she could hear.