"Humiliating Lena"

She pulled into the dark parking lot outside of the run-down motel and got out of her car. The dank smell of stale urine permeated the street. Walking across the trash-littered pavement, Lena headed towards the office. The night air chilled her and brought her nipples to a hard point. As she passed by an open door a hand shot out and grabbed her, dragging her into the room before she could even call out. He made short work of subduing her and pushed her down onto the musty mattress.

Lena lay on the bed on her side, arms tied behind her back and rope running between her lips like a bit on a bridle gagging her. Her shirt was pushed up exposing her breasts, as was her skirt. She felt a sharp tug and heard the distinct sound of fabric ripping before the cool air kissed her where her panties had once been. She could feel his hands sliding across her skin teasing her as tears began leaking from her eyes.

Lena whimpered into her gag, an inarticulate muffled plea against her assailant and pressed her thighs together protecting her exposed bits.
He reached one hand up and cupped her breast then tugged firmly on the nipple while his other hand traced lazy circles over her hip and ass.
“You like this don’t you?” he rumbled, His voice wrapping around her reverberating down her spine.

A whimpered moan escaped from her throat before she could silence it.

“You do like it. Answer me, slut,” He barked out as his hand snaked out and slapped her across the face while the other hand yanked harder on her nipple.
Lena squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that continued to stream out. Mewling she tried to shake her head no, but he slapped her again quick and hard and her cheek stung with white-hot pain.

“Yes, you do. Don’t lie to me - I can see right through your little games. You are a depraved little thing aren’t you? I wonder what I will find if I touch you here.” He whispered as his hands slid down her side and forced their way between her closed thighs.

”Mmm, just what I thought.” He slipped a finger between her folds, sliding easily across the molten surface of her core already thick with fluid from arousal. He leaned in, the tiny hairs from his unshaved cheek tickling her ear, and whispered as he continued to run his finger across her sex.

“What kind of girl gets hot letting some guy tie her up and abuse her, huh? I’ll tell you. A sick twisted little girl, that’s who.”

Lena tried not to moan as the cruel taunting words danced across her ear. She tried desperately to hold still as his finger sawed across her clit.

“Tell me another lie,” he commanded. ”Tell me you don’t like it. Tell me to stop.”
She grunted against the rope. Her face scrunched up in an effort to get the words past the gag, but her body had other ideas as she moved into his hand.
“I’m going to fuck you and then come all over this nice skirt. Girl like you should know better than to try to dress above her station. Wearing designer clothes can’t hide what you are.”

Lena felt the slap of a belt buckle across her ass as the man began to open up his fly. She was quivering, with shame, and worst of all with need.
She could feel the rough denim against her legs, but soon forgot everything else as the Man spread her ass cheeks and slammed into her tight wet pussy. Humiliated that her body wanted what this man was doing to her, Lena vacillated between crying and moaning.

The man pounded into her hard and fast, one hand gripping her hair and pulling her neck into a painfully arched position while the other dug harshly into a breast. Lena tried to move away from the pain, but his grip was too tight, the rope too immobilizing. Before she knew it the hard penetrating rhythm and the cruelty of his use began to build up inside her until it came screaming out of her. The orgasm took her by surprise and her body thrashed against his hold; with a heavy grunt the man pulled out and true to his promise spilled his completion out all over her.

Lena lay panting for a moment on the bed wondering what the man would do next when she looked up and saw him closing the fly of his pants. He pulled the tie on the rope and the pressure on her hands slackened. As Lena began trying to uncoil herself from the rope the man tossed a wad of bills on top of her and walked out the door, laughing.