BTC 2.0: Chapter 11

-- CHAPTER 11: The R-word --

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Belle grabbed my dick and shoved it into Lily’s snatch, but fortunately, there’s not much in the way of elasticity in a hard dick, and the act of grabbing a man’s hard dick and trying to physically shove it forward doesn’t really work very well when said man is lying flat on his back with his ass flat on the mattress. Perhaps if she’d grabbed Lily and tried to yank the girl down onto my dick she would’ve been more successful, but that’s not what she tried.

Belle didn’t have enough leverage to force my entire torso along the bed and her hand slipped along my shaft, so at best she merely managed to cram about an inch of dick into Lily’s folds: the top of my mushroom head and nothing else.

‘Just the tip’, basically.

It was enough to stretch Lily’s labia and make her squeak in surprise, though, and she quickly scrambled forward and off my dick before twisting around in shock at what had just happened. Was it enough to declare that Lily was technically no longer a virgin? I honestly didn’t care one way or the other at the moment. All I cared was that Belle had tried to take away Lily’s choice in the matter, and take away MY choice in the matter too, and that was NOT OKAY.

“B, what the hell!” I exclaimed, staring daggers at my so-called ‘little sister’ as I sat up straight.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she stammered with wide eyes, clapping her hands against her cheeks like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone. “I don’t know why I did that!”

“You don’t know?!?” I raged before repeating even more incredulously, “YOU DON’T KNOW?!?”

“I just wanted to see it go in!”

Lily had scrambled into a seated position between me and Naimh, and the redhead quickly wrapped her arms around Lily quite protectively. I was a little more occupied being angry at what Belle had just done, and if the tone and volume of my voice didn’t make it clear enough just how livid I was, I was sure my expression did.

“YOU HAD NO RIGHT!” I thundered.

“I know! I know! It was an accident!”

“You accidentally grabbed my dick and tried to shove it into Lily’s pussy?!? What kind of fucked-up bestie does THAT?!?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Belle wailed, turning her attention to Lily. “I really have no idea what came over me! I was just so horny and turned on watching you grind on top of him! You said you wanted to feel it and then you got yourself situated on him all ready to go and I just… I know I shouldn’t have done that. I know it! I just… I don’t… I thought I was helping?! Helping you overcome your fear? Maybe?! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, B,” Lily interjected, leaning forward until Naimh released her, and she interposed herself between me and Belle. I was still pretty hot and feeling rather… betrayed… but Lily put a hand against my chest to keep me from moving any further forward while also reaching out to rub Belle’s knee.

For her part, Belle sat cross-legged and buried her face in her hands, shaking and sobbing. Not to be self-centered or anything, but I figured that my livid expression reminded her of the time I’d taken away her house key, and the PTSD trauma of that event was probably scaring her more than any fear she may have had over possibly ruining her friendship with Lily. Really, I was even more apoplectic at the moment than I’d been about the whole house key thing. And she might’ve had good reason to fear my wrath more than fear losing Lily, because as it turned out, Lily didn’t even seem all that upset, just a little surprised.

“It’s okay, B,” Lily repeated as I scowled but allowed her to push me back. She removed her hand from my chest and then turned towards her bestie, reaching up with both hands to pry Belle’s off of her own face and squeeze them reassuringly. “I’m not mad at you. It’s really okay.”

“Y-you’re… you’re not mad?” Belle asked in disbelief.

“You didn’t do anything I hadn’t already thought of a million times,” Lily said reassuringly. “Even now, a part of me wishes you could’ve pushed all of him into me. I wanted him in me. I wanted to feel it. I just chickened out. I wanted to but… but… A pau…” She sighed, her pidgin seeming to express deep disappointment in herself.

“I knew you wanted it. I knew it…” Belle bawled. “But not like that. Not like this. Not on a random Tuesday morning. We were horny, right? But you told me you didn’t want it like this.”

“Not like this,” Lily agreed, shaking her joined hands with Belle to emphasize her words. “Not like this.”

“But we know how to do it, right?” Belle sniffled and wiped her eyes while sitting up straight. And after sharply inhaling her dribbling snot and then wiping her nose, she took on a serious expression and stated, “Then let’s do it. Let’s do it right. Before I lose my head and do something stupid again.”

Lily gave her bestie a wry grin. “Isn’t the point for me to get out of my head and let myself… well… let myself do something stupid?”

“Being with Matty would never be stupid,” Belle insisted. She sniffled again and wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist. “But seriously, we gotta do it.”

Naimh and I exchanged a look, both of us feeling like we were missing the key part of the whole puzzle, and her confuzzled expression actually made me feel a bit relieved that this wasn’t just me being a stupid, clueless male about the whole thing. Still, I returned my gaze to Belle while shaking my head in frustration and reached forward to grab her forearm to get her attention.

“Gotta do what?” I asked in exasperation.

Belle rolled her eyes and glared at me as if I were the densest moron in the history of Planet Earth, apparently having forgotten already how mad I was at her a minute ago. “C’mon, Matty. We talked about this already.”

“Talked about what?”

“A date, Matty,” Lily said brightly, giving me a beaming smile that for once didn’t have an ounce of nervousness along with it. “I wanna give you my virginity. You wanted me to be sure, and I’m sure of it now. But Belle’s right: I’ve thought of this for a long time, and I wanna make sure we do it right.”

I blinked. “Why am I getting a feeling of déjà vu right now?”

Belle smirked. “You know why.” And then she pumped her fist into the air so that I could practically hear her saying, ‘Team Belle!’ even though she didn’t actually say a word.

“You’ll recall that date was a total disaster,” I muttered with a sigh.

Belle shrugged. “Well a lot of things went wrong, I’ll admit. But the most important thing that mattered turned out just fine.”

“What are they talking about?” Lily asked uncertainly, glancing back at Naimh.

Naimh smiled and explained, “Belle’s told you about Mari, right? Her high school best friend? Matty took Mari out on what was supposed to be a really sweet romantic date with the end goal of… well… Uh… You know, the phrase ‘taking her virginity’ just sounds… crude.”

“Mari wanted to make love for the first time,” Belle clarified. “And she’d always known she wanted it to be with him. So we spent a lot of time prepping and planning and even if some of the date stuff went horribly wrong like Matty’s van breaking down on the freeway and the whole issue with the restaurant reservations, I mean, that stuff’s not gonna happen again.”

“Don’t jinx it,” I muttered.

“The point is: I have some experience planning this sort of thing and I can help you make it the best night ever,” Belle continued, keeping her focus on Lily. “I want to help you make it the best night ever.”

“I know you do. That’s why I’m not mad at you,” Lily said sincerely. “You’re excitable and impulsive and I get why Matty gets aggravated with you sometimes. But at the end of the day, I know your heart is in the right place. You’ve been absolutely amazing, B. I really don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you deserve me,” Belle insisted. “You’re my new bestie. And this is just what best friends do.”

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So after all that, despite waking up to find a pretty girl doing her very best to deep-throat my dick, and then having another pretty girl actually succeed at deep-throating my dick, and then making out with a third pretty girl before returning to the first girl and suckling on her big boobies while the second girl continued sucking my dick, I never actually got to cum.

I’d lost my erection in my anger at Belle and even if the two little shorties patched things up and affirmed their “besties” friendship, the mood wasn’t conducive to continuing. Besides, it was a Tuesday morning and two of the girls needed to get to class.

So the four of us got up and got dressed. Blessed as I was with a Y-chromosome, I finished first and headed downstairs while Belle and Lily went to freshen up in the upstairs bathroom and Naimh followed me down but went into the downstairs bathroom.

Sam was already in the kitchen making brekkie for everyone, smartly dressed for class in a pastel yellow blouse today to go along with her black suit. We shared a fierce kiss that put some fresh starch into my undischarged dick. But while my ultra-hot girlfriend was happy to dry-hump herself against my erection, she finally patted my bulge and then backed away, saying, “Sorry but I need to run.”

I sighed in mild disappointment but nodded my understanding.

Sam pecked my lips and then pecked my cheek, saying, “Love you, Matty.”

“Love you too,” I replied as she collected her bag and then started for the door, although I couldn’t help calling after her, “You know some college freshmen only take four or five classes instead of seven!”

“None of those college freshmen are me!” she called back with a laugh. I heard her zipping up her ankle boots, and a minute later she was gone.

Sam had finished cooking everything and I knew she’d been nibbling along the way to feed herself, but she left it to me to set the table and bring out the dishes. I busied myself doing just that, and the girls started arriving just as I finished.

I wouldn’t say that I was cranky just because I hadn’t gotten my rocks off - I was still more upset with Belle than anything else - but getting blue-balled certainly wasn’t helping my mental clarity or my social graces and I pretty much ate my breakfast in silence. Also not helping was that Belle and Lily acted like nothing had happened this morning - they sat at the table, the same bubbly, giggly girls feeding off each other’s buoyant energy that they always were. Naimh was quite amiable but a tad more subdued, happy to chat with the girls but a little more cognizant of my less-than-enthusiastic mood.

Unfortunately, there was no time for Naimh to do anything about it as she and Lily both needed to get going to their morning classes. Belle and I assured them that we could take care of the dirty dishes, Naimh gave me a passionate goodbye smooch, and then Naimh and Lily headed off to campus together.

All that remained were me and Belle: a pair of college freshmen who had NOT enrolled in seven courses and did NOT have early-morning classes on Tuesdays.

There were frying pans to clean and dishes to put away, so for the next several minutes, Belle and I puttered around the dining room and kitchen on autopilot, working in utter silence without the need to chit-chat. I parked myself at the sink soaking the frying pans and doing the dishes while Belle finished bringing in everything from the dining table. We usually let dirty dishes pile up until the evening after dinner to just run one big load in the dishwasher, but I was in a mood to wash everything by hand today.

Tuesday mornings had always been time for me and Belle to spend one-on-one time together while everyone else was at school. As you can imagine, that one-on-one time frequently involved getting naked and fucking each other’s brains out, followed by intimate cuddling with her head on my chest while we talked about whatever came to mind.

But I didn’t want to do all that with Belle today.

I didn’t feel like Belle deserved all that today.

Lily may have shrugged off Belle’s impulsive actions like they were no big deal, but -I- hadn’t. Belle had done something that could’ve gone very, very wrong. Perhaps her actions weren’t on the same level as mass genocide, inhumane torture, or anything like that. Perhaps she hadn’t been willfully malicious. But still, she’d… she’d…

She’d misbehaved.

And I wasn’t ready to forgive her just yet.

Tell the truth: Belle had been misbehaving for a while now. Going back to wearing the butt plug and trying to seduce me despite The BTC’s solidarity in having a sex boycott, freezing out Holly, or any of the other shit she’d pulled, Belle wasn’t exactly known for subsuming her own desires and putting others’ needs first. I would love her for the rest of my life, but she could also be exasperating, mischievous, disruptive, and downright… naughty.

I didn’t really want to think of the word ‘naughty’ right now. For some reason, the thought of Belle being ‘naughty’ made me want to bend her over a living room couch’s armrest, yank her panties down, and spank the hell out of her. But if I did that, I’d want to whip out my dick and fuck the hell out of her immediately after, and like I said: she didn’t deserve that today.

So instead I hand-washed the dishes.

The plates didn’t really need to be polished both front and back as much as I did, but I polished them anyway.

Individual forks didn’t need to be cleaned between their tines with as much thoroughness as I did, but I cleaned between their tines anyway.

Juice glasses didn’t need to be both washed and then dried to ensure that they were absolutely spotless, but I made sure they were absolutely spotless anyway.

All of this took time, obviously, not to mention a good bit of wasted soap and water. But I didn’t care. I didn’t want to talk to Belle at the moment. So I just kept washing.

And Belle kept waiting.

I didn’t turn to look at her over my shoulder, but I knew she was standing by the doorway. I could hear her sighing every now and again, but she didn’t interrupt me. She didn’t try to hurry along my process. She merely…

… waited.

And she waited.

And she waited.

Eventually, there was nothing more to clean. I’d put all the dishes away in the dishwasher as if it were a drying rack and washed the frying pans as well. My fingertips were wrinkly, and my skin felt dry and ready to crack as I wiped them with a dish towel. I wished that I had taken seven courses this semester or at least an early-morning Tuesday class so that I could walk out the door and put a few more hours between myself and the young woman waiting behind me. But with a long, deep breath and an even longer exhalation, I finally turned around to face her.

“I know the words ‘I’m sorry’ aren’t good enough,” she muttered quietly, her eyes rimmed red and still moist from recent crying. “But I’m sorry.”

“You’re right: ‘Sorry’s’ not good enough,” I told her with a frustrated shake of my head as I hung up the dish towel and then angrily stalked straight towards the kitchen doorway.

“Matty, please.” The pint-sized pixie stepped directly in front of me, her hands turned palms-up.

I simply took hold of her upper arms and physically moved her to the side while I stepped around her to get through the doorway. And as soon as I got through, I turned and started jogging up the stairs.

“I’m sorry,” she called as she followed after me. Her feet hit the stair treads just a few seconds after mine as she jogged as well. “I didn’t mean to… and you didn’t actually… Oh, come on! This wasn’t premeditated! It was a lapse in judgment! Lily’s perfectly fine with what happened. Why can’t you be?”

I rolled my eyes as I hit the top of the stairs and stomped into my bedroom, annoyed that she had the gall to get upset with me when she was the one in the wrong here. Had she continued to meekly cry and look apologetic, I probably would’ve calmed down sooner than later and maybe even invited her to come put her head on my chest so we could talk things out. But now?

I shook my head in disgust and muttered without turning to face her, “Just because Lily’s fine with your betrayal doesn’t make it right.”

“Betrayal? What betrayal?” she complained as she followed me into my room. “I’m not saying what I did was right, but I didn’t betray anybody.”

“You betrayed ME!” I barked while spinning around. She’d been right on my heels and stopped short just of my chest and looked up to see me glaring down at her. Something she saw snapped her head back as if I’d physically struck her.

“Wait, what?” She genuinely looked like she had no idea what I was talking about.

I held up a single finger in her face. “Number One: you tried to take away Lily’s choice of when and under what circumstances to lose her virginity. She had her chance. The opportunity was there if she wanted to take it. We all know I would’ve let her had she wanted to sink herself down onto me, but I saw it in her eyes that she wasn’t ready, and--”

“And she wasn’t gonna do it herself!” Belle interjected. “You don’t know the conversations we’ve been having for weeks about this. You don’t know the fear that’s paralyzed her for years about this stuff. She went into vapor lock and couldn’t bring herself to sit down on you because she’s always gone into vapor lock when it comes right down to it. She’s never gonna sink herself down onto you. Never. It’s a mental hurdle she’s not gonna overcome.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that. She’s my best friend. Well, we’re not BFF quite yet the way I was with Mari, but still. Lily and I have been peas in a pod for months now and she’s been quite willing to talk about all this stuff with me. I’m telling you, Matty, she’s never gonna sink herself down onto you, no matter how much she wants it. She’s too scared. You’re gonna have to do that yourself, and more to the point, she wants you to do it.”

“I’m calling bullshit. Lily’s not going to die a virgin, and at this rate it’s unlikely she’s going to make it through the semester still a virgin, even though that would be totally cool with me if that’s what she wants. It’s her choice and I’m NOT gonna push myself into her. That’s not how I roll.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake: you push yourself into all of us all the time. You even push yourself into us while we’re fucking asleep.”

“Because I have your express…” I began before the lightning bolt hit my brain and I realized what she meant, and then I finished lamely, “Oh.”

“That’s the whole point of this Mari-like romantic date thing. Déjà vu? Lily flat out said she wants to give you her virginity and that she wants to make sure you two do it right. She’s giving you express permission to push yourself into her, and gawddammit, I need you to push yourself into her!”

I closed my eyes and held up both hands in front of my face, pumping them twice to get Belle to stop. “Okay fine. Now I’m gonna grant you that if Lily gives me express permission and we do a whole romantic date thing, I’ll be perfectly fine with pushing myself into her. But that’s still a hypothetical date intended to take place at some point in the future. That’s Lily making a choice of when and under what circumstances to lose her virginity. That is NOT you grabbing my dick on a random Tuesday morning and trying to shove me into her!”

Belle blanched, gave me a weak smile, and then mumbled, “Lapse in judgment.”

“That’s a big fucking lapse in judgment, B.” I scowled and then raised my index finger again, repeating, “You tried to take away Lily’s choice to lose her virginity after a romantic date with me.”

“She would’ve been perfectly fine getting it out of the way with you this morning,” Belle countered. “She was HOT and ready to go right then and there. The whole romantic date idea was just my idea to help put her in the right frame of mind, but if it had happened this morning, I guarantee you she would’ve loved it and not looked back with any regret.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, B.” I rubbed my forehead and sighed. Clearly, she wasn’t getting it.

“I’m gonna grant you for a second here that maybe Lily doesn’t see the situation as you taking away her choice, which is why she isn’t mad at you. But Number Two,” I stated flatly while raising my middle finger to join the first, “you took away my choice. You betrayed me. I’d made a decision: a decision to NOT push myself into her and take Lily’s cherry on a random Tuesday morning. I’d looked into her eyes and seen that while she’d be okay with me pushing into her, in my opinion she didn’t want it to be that way. I promised her I wouldn’t do that unless she was a hundred percent sure, and she wasn’t a hundred percent sure. I’d mentally decided ‘no’. And the way I see it, you tried to rape me by proxy.”

Shaking my head, I scowled and pushed past Belle. I felt hot (like steam coming out of my ears hot) and I needed to cool off. I marched straight to the bathroom, turned on the cold water at the sink, and then bent forward to splash my face a few times. I felt thirsty so I grabbed the rinse cup, filled it to the brim, and then chugged its contents in a single long pull. And then with my face still dripping wet, I slammed the cup down on the counter, planted my hands against the countertop’s bullnose edge, and bent forward so that the water dripping off my face would fall into the sink, panting heavily.

Movement reflected in the mirror before me drew my attention, so I looked up and saw Belle standing in the doorway. I didn’t turn around to face her, but instead glared at her reflection and shook my head in disgust, growling, “You tried to rape me, B. You tried to rape Lily. And I can’t just brush that off.”

“I didn’t rape either of you. Gawd that’s such a harsh word,” she exclaimed defensively. “Can we not use that word?”

“Sexual penetration against the will of the victim is pretty much the definition of rape,” I stated angrily, deliberately continuing to use the word. I shook my head, still scowling, and since I still felt hot, I ducked down to splash my face with cold water again.

“There wasn’t even any actual sexual penetration,” Belle argued. “I didn’t have leverage and your dick got deeper when she was just humping herself back and forth across your knob.”

“You still attempted to initiate sexual penetration without permission from either of us. If your best defense is saying you only attempted to rape us, is that really so much better?”

“I get that you’re upset, but I guarantee that if the two of us walked up to Lily out of the blue and asked if she felt like I’d attempted to… to… to R-word her, she’d say, ‘Absolutely not!’” Belle shook her head. “The whole crux of your argument lies on the conditional ‘against the will of the victim.’”

“I’m the victim! You raped me. You took action to initiate sexual contact against MY will.”

Belle grimaced and looked away for a moment.

“You know how important it is to me for a girl to feel absolutely safe with me,” I continued. “You know that’s a core tenet of the entire BTC. Am I not part of The BTC? You took away MY safety, you made me feel like I was taking away HER safety, and to make me feel like I was party to that kind of violation goes against everything I believe about myself. It would have devastated me if Lily had reacted negatively, or if she’d been made afraid of me because of YOUR actions.”

“You’re not getting it. Look, I’ll admit you have every right to say I attempted to R-word you. But not Lily, and if you’d stop to talk to her for a minute, you’d know I’m right.” Belle shrugged and gestured her hands towards my reflection in the mirror. “I’m not trying to victim blame here, but you know how they say, ‘You can’t rape the willing?’ I’m serious: Lily was willing. It’s like… It’s like… Well, I mean, you could never rape me.”

“Sure I could. All it would take is one second of you saying ‘no’ or saying anything else that would indicate a lack of consent, and I would have to stop. That’s Sex Ed 101 from high school. And if I didn’t stop, it would be rape: plain and simple.”

“I’d never say ‘no’ to you, Matty. For the rest of our lives I will never say ‘no’ to you. You have my full and complete consent to do whatever you want to my body, whenever you want, even if I’m completely unconscious or impaired due to alcohol. Fuck whatever legal rules there are. I’m your Annabelle, and I always will be.”

I exhaled slowly and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “I know you’re my Annabelle, the way I’ll always be your Matty. But I could still rape you.”

She smirked. “No you couldn’t. Not if you had my consent, because you do have my consent. Anytime. Anywhere. In any hole. For the rest of our lives.”

I rubbed my forehead and sighed. “I really don’t want to get into an argument about semantics now.”

“Then let’s stop talking semantics and get back to doing what we do best.” She stepped up behind me, wrapped her arms around my midsection, and gave me a fierce hug. “I love you, Matty, and I don’t want you mad at me. I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

“Then why are you ALWAYS doing shit you know will make me mad? Why are you always trying to needle me? Why have you been talking up my sexual prowess to other girls when I’ve made clear I’ve got my hands full trying to take care of the three of you while starting my freshman year of college? Just because you’re a voyeur who can’t help but wanna watch me give a royal pounding to some other big-titted babe and then slurp out the creampie?”

“Well kinda yeah.”

“Why do you listen to the words I say and then do the exact fucking opposite regardless of the consequences? You knew I was backing off from taking Lily’s virginity. You knew I wasn’t going to thrust myself into her.”

“Of course I knew you weren’t going to, which was why I grabbed your dick and tried to shove you in. For her sake, because I knew she wanted you to do it in that moment.”

Belle sighed and hugged herself against my back a little tighter. Her body was so small behind mine that I couldn’t see her reflection in the mirror save for her arms, even though I was still bent forward with my hands on the counter.

“Look, I know I haven’t had the best impulse control lately,” she continued. “I can’t help it. These thoughts just take control of my mind and I… I dunno. I’ve been bad, I know. I’ve been naughty. I… I think I need to be punished.”

I blinked twice and stiffened up a bit. “Um, what?”

“I’ve been a misbehaving little brat lately, haven’t I? I deserve to be punished.” Belle’s right forearm slipped from my midsection as she relaxed her hug a bit, and I felt her hand slide across my belly and down to my crotch.

I stiffened and stood up straight when she started rubbing my package. Turning around to face her, I reached down to grab her wrist while muttering, “Now isn’t the time, B.”

“It’s the perfect time,” she stated flatly while fighting my grip to get her hand onto my crotch again. “I know you didn’t get to cum this morning. Let me relieve the pressure for you.”

“See, this is what I’m talking about. This is me explicitly telling you that now isn’t the time, and you’re doing the exact opposite anyways.”

“Then why are you letting me rub your crotch?”

“I’m not… uhhh…” I glanced down and realized that sure enough, my grip around her wrist was limp enough to allow her hand free reign to rub my crotch. Her fingers were pointed downward, tickling my balls a bit while she used the flat of her palm to stroke up and down my rapidly elongating shaft.

My cockhead peeked out above the waistband of my flannel pajama pants. Since Belle and I didn’t have morning classes on Tuesdays and would frequently end up back in bed together, I never dressed for school. And once the heel of her hand made contact with the sensitive bare skin of my manhood, she quickly slid her hand underneath my waistband to take a firm grasp of my shaft and start pumping.

“You’re raping me again, B. Against my will.”

“Am I? Is this against your will?” She tightened her grip and pumped me a little faster. “I know you haven’t cum today yet. Let me help you. Do you wanna cum in my ass? It’s been a while since we did that. I didn’t pre-stretch myself with a butt plug, but I know we can still make it fit. It might hurt a little bit more than usual, but then maybe I deserve to feel a little pain. I’ve been a baaad girl. A naughty girl. A misbehaving brat. I deserve to be punished, Matty. So punish me.”

“B…” By now her hand had become a blur of rapid-fire pumping on my prick, the sensations of her handjob too overwhelming for me to ignore. I’d sagged against the sink cabinet, hands holding the bullnose edge making no effort to stop her. And we both knew I wouldn’t resist.

“If this is really against your will,” she murmured breathlessly, “just say ‘no’. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop. But if you wanna cram your big dick up my tiny little butthole and hammer me over the sink right here and now in punishment for being a misbehaving brat, then do it. Take me, Matty. Take me now. Take me however you want me. Because I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. I’ll forever be yours. You could never rape me because you HAVE my consent. Because I’m your Annabelle.”

“FUCK, B,” I grunted as I suddenly sprang into action. I grabbed the pint-sized pixie with both hands around her waist and pushed her against the sink cabinet while I spun around behind her. Belle was clad in a simple pajama set: flannel pants and a knit Henley long-sleeve. With a quick jerk, I yanked the pants and her panties down to mid-thigh and then yanked my own pajama pants down as well. Planting my left hand between her shoulder blades, I bent her forward while squatting down and bringing my cock up between her spread legs. She thrust her ass back to help provide a better angle for me to probe my prickhead against her soaking-wet pussy. And as soon as I felt myself notch into position, I forcibly pushed forward.

“Hhhhnnnngggghhhh…” Belle grunted as my battering ram burrowed deeper and deeper into her tight teenage twat. She was still super-snug - entry would always be a little difficult - and her restrictive route resisted my rod’s resolute ramming. It didn’t go unnoticed that her charms would be nearly impenetrable for someone my size were she to present any resistance. But Belle was good to her word, and with practiced ease the gates of my pint-sized pixie’s super-snug channel started relaxing against the intruder stretching her most intimate muscles right up to the edge of pleasure and pain. So it only took a minute for me to seat the entire length of my steel-hard schlong within her saturated snatch.

“Holy fuck,” I grunted in astonishment at the intensity of the sensations as I held myself at full depth and then relocated my hands to her hips, yanking my misbehaving brat of a ‘little sister’ against my pelvis as if I could crush our half-naked bodies together another half-inch closer.

“Punish me, Matty,” Belle moaned, bowing down while keeping her head up to look at my reflection in the mirror. Our eyes met through the polished glass, and I recognized my little lover’s expression of incredible lust and erotic need.

So I pulled back until I was almost all the way out, and then I rammed myself forward once again as hard as I could, making her moan as she felt her innards getting rearranged with every invading inch.

And then I did it again.

And then I did it again.

“Punish me, Matty,” she groaned before suddenly stiffening and yelping, “AHH!”

I looked down in surprise at my right hand, now cupping my Baby Belle’s bare buttcheek where I’d apparently just spanked it. I’d spanked it hard, and it was only then that I realized I was still really, really mad at her.

And I wanted to punish her.

So I spanked her again.

And again.

And again.

Belle squealed with each heavy impact and the formerly pristine, creamy skin of her buttcheeks rapidly reddened beneath my assault. I stared at her face in the mirror rather than look down at her ass, laser-focused on her grimacing expressions, the way she clenched her eyes shut with every slap, and the way moisture covered her pale green irises before tears started rolling down her cheeks.

A great part of me rebelled at the sight of Belle… my Annabelle… in such obvious pain. Bile rose up in my throat as I felt just a little bit sick to my stomach at the realization that -I- was the one causing her this pain. It went against every bit of my core personality to do this to her, and angry at her or not, I would’ve called a halt to this entire thing immediately if it wasn’t for one thing:

The way Belle kept howling for me to continue.

“Spank me!” she screamed through her tears.

[THWACK]

“Spank me!”

[THWACK]

“SPANK ME!!!”

[THWACK] [THWACK]

I was no stranger to spanking a girl during sex. Naimh, in particular, really got off on it. Holly actively encouraged it while in her “Personal Slut” mode. And even Sam enjoyed the occasional adrenaline rush of a good spank on her tight “arse” from time to time. If there was one thing I was really good at, it was giving a girl whatever she needed. As I’d told Sam before, being obedient to The BTC had sort of become my life’s purpose, collectively.

Despite the rivers of tears rolling down Belle’s face and despite the sight of my Baby Belle grimacing in obvious pain with each meaty slap, I obeyed her commands.

“Punish me! Harder! Harder! HARDER!!!”

[THWACK] [THWACK] [THWACK]

And if I was being perfectly honest, I really did WANT to spank her too.

In some dim corner of my consciousness, I knew this probably wasn’t the best time for us to be having sex, and certainly not the best time for rough sex. I wasn’t in my right mind. I was still angry, and a part of me really wanted to hurt Belle. I wanted her to feel pain, as evidenced by the way I kept carelessly driving her midsection into the sharp corner of the countertop with every forceful thrust. I wanted to see her in pain, as evidenced by the way I remained focused on her crying face in the mirror instead of watching my prick piston in and out of her used and abused wet box. It was a slippery slope, to be sure, and we were playing a very dangerous game.

But fuck if it didn’t just feel so fucking gooood.

Belle’s tight teenage twat tensed around my turgid tool as I mercilessly pounded her poor pussy with unrelenting endurance. Lightning bolts shot up and down my spine, not only from the physical pleasure of plundering such a blissfully wonderful wet box, but from the adrenaline-fueled power trip of dominating my darling “little sister’s” petite pint-sized body to the point that I’d shoved her up and onto the countertop with her feet flailing in the air.

My Baby Belle squealed like a stuck pig as I heartlessly hammered her heinie with my pelvic bone and I pillaged her pink pussy with my powerful prong. She wound up holding the faucet with one hand and planting her palm against the mirror to prevent herself from slamming into it face-first from the unflagging force of my thunderous thrusts.

She’d stopped howling for me to spank her.

But I kept on spanking her.

She’d stopped ordering me to punish her.

But I still wanted to punish her.

I hammered her harder and harder and HARDER. I grabbed her right leg and raised it up to the side so that she had her right knee atop the counter, giving me a better angle to drive my demanding dick deep into her vaginal depths.

I bunched up her hair with my left hand and jerked it backwards to force her to face the mirror head-on, giving me a better view of her reflection to watch her cry out in anguish and pain as I spanked her several times with my right hand.

And then after popping my own right thumb into my mouth to get it soaked with saliva, I pried open Belle’s buttcheeks and started shoving the spit-slickened digit through her tightly crinkled sphincter.

Belle shrieked in surprise, and I could see her reflection as she gaped her mouth open and went a little bit cross-eyed at the anal penetration. Her tongue lolled out a bit as she went silent, and there was no mistaking the way she’d tensed up and tightened her twat around my big dick buried up to my balls within her clamped-up cunt.

“You did say you wanted to help me cum because I haven’t yet today, didn’t you?” I growled, leaning forward to cram as much of my cock into her as I possibly could while still yanking back on her hair with my left hand and caressing her reddened asscheeks with my right without removing my thumb from her broadened rosebud. “You asked if I wanted to cum in your ass, remember? You said that even if you didn’t pre-stretch yourself with a butt plug, you figured we could make it fit. So let’s test out that theory, huh? You’re a misbehaving brat. You’re a bad girl, a naughty girl. You deserve to be punished, Belle. And I’m gonna punish you.”

“Maaattttttyyy…” she whined, shivering and shuddering.

“You said I’ll always have your consent, right? Anytime, anywhere, in any hole?”

“Any hole, Matty,” she whimpered pitifully, quivering as she closed her eyes and took short, nearly hyperventilating breaths. “Any-- EEP!”

I’d interrupted her with a wicked slap that echoed in the calm silence. And then I slapped her again.

[THWACK]

I let the second slap echo, and after a beat, I ordered, “Tell me ‘no’.”

Belle lifted her head and her tear-streaked eyes found mine in the mirror. “Yes. A thousand times ‘yes’. For the rest of our li-- EEP!”

[THWACK-THWACK]

“EEP-EEP!”

And then I was fucking her again.

I kept my thumb jammed up her butt and reached forward with my left arm to grab her shoulder and yank her tiny little body back to meet my relentless thrusts. She planted both forearms flat on the countertop and arched her spine. Her head lolled backwards, and I could see her chin jutting forward as she closed her eyes and just sort of endured my aggressive assault, drool leaking out of her slack-jawed mouth.

She hadn’t climaxed at all. Not once. Perhaps it was the awkward position or perhaps it was just the pain. Perhaps she didn’t think she deserved to orgasm given that this whole thing was supposed to be a punishment anyways. Or perhaps it was simply because I’d fucked her ragdoll body like an uncaring asshole up to this point, taking my pleasure from her tight little hole and making absolutely zero effort to ensure hers.

But at some point, her right leg slipped off the ledge and she wound up belly-down on the countertop, her short little legs just barely long enough to reach the floor on tiptoes. Perhaps that gave her just enough leverage to relieve the painful pinch of her midsection getting hammered against the unyielding surface. And I felt her relax just a little bit more as she gripped the faucet with one hand and bowed her head forward to concentrate on the feel of my swollen schlong stretching her snug snatch over and over and over again.

Harder and harder and HARDER I fucked her as I hammered down the final stretch. I fucked her for my own pleasure. And I fucked her with a little extra anger-fueled oomph.

“AAAH! AAAH! AAAH!” she started crying as I really laid down the lumber.

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted, powering my way towards a cataclysmic eruption.

“AAAH! AAAH! AAAH!” Belle howled, her eyes clenched as she once again raised her head up.

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted again while focusing on her grimacing face in the mirror’s reflection as I felt my balls come to a boil.

“AAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAHHH! AAA-- EEEEEEKKK!!!” Belle screamed.

“UNGH! UNGH! … UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!” At the last moment, I yanked my big dick out of my Baby Belle’s wet box and unplugged my right thumb from her backdoor. I centered the tip of my schlong against her slightly stretched-open sphincter and literally took matters into my own hands by grabbing my rod and rapidly stroking the shaft to send spurts of scalding splooge straight through the hole into her anal chute and cover the inner walls of her colon with coats of creamy cum.

And with my own slippery semen for impromptu lube, I took hold of her hips with both hands and then THRUST, driving my big dick down into the depths of her backdoor entrance and packing my pint-sized pixie’s posterior with a plentiful portion of my ample prick.

“MOMMMMMMYYYY!!!” Belle screamed for only the second time ever, making my heart stop for a split-second in surprise. I suddenly unclenched and miraculously found another two blasts of pent-up sperm to shoot straight into her desecrated derriere.

Only then did I realize she was cumming. Belle shivered and shuddered beneath me, her climax causing her colon to inconsistently clamp down around my cock with all the telltale signs of a monster orgasm. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her legs flailed beneath my bulk for about a minute as she screamed once again. But eventually her lungs gave out and so did the energy in the rest of her body, and she collapsed limply beneath me like a de-boned fish.

For the first minute, there were no sounds but that of two fucked-out teenagers gasping for breath. Since I’d collapsed directly atop Belle’s spent body, I imagined it was even harder for her to breathe beneath my weight.

But still, she was the first one to speak.

“Anytime… Anywhere… In any hole… For the rest… of our lives…” Belle wheezed with her eyes closed, her chest heaving as she gasped for oxygen. And after a few more seconds to catch her breath, she added in a heartbreakingly sincere voice, “You could never rape me, Matty, because I will forever be willing. Because I’ve always been yours.”

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Prologue & Chapter 1: The BTC: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99290461

Chapter 2: Hoalauna: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99357682

Chapter 3: E10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99433482

Chapter 4: Leeloo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99506524

Chapter 5: The Fifth Element: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99618767

Chapter 6: Lily: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100326143

Chapter 7: The Hangover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100548952

Chapter 8: Quality Time: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100806434

Chapter 9: The Favor: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101140618

Chapter 10: Ku’uipo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101372817