<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Why can you fight me, but you couldn’t fight your own weakness, Lea?”</span>Carlos asked darkly, his had gliding down her belly and disappearing between her legs. She could feel his fingers against the slickness and she shuddered.<span style="font-style: italic">“Tell me, Lea. Did it make you wet when I forced me on you? Does your body like it to be abused? Would he like that?”</span>his voice was still deep and dark. She wanted to shake her head no, that she hated it, that she didn’t want it—but it all would have been a lie. Somewhere deep down, he was right, she wanted to be treated roughly.<br/><br/>She gave a high pitched whimper when he began to flick her clit, the pain nearly unbearable. Tears came to her eyes and fell down the sides of her face, but still a white heat was beginning to swirl inside of her. He stopped and her heart pounded in anticipation, unknowing of what he would do next. She felt her lips spread a little as he slid his finger through her slit. He held up his hand to show her just how wet she was and her cheeks turned red with shame.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“You are some dirty, little slut, Lea. I will have a lot of fun with you…”</span>Carlos’ voice was husky and suddenly most of his hand was pushing into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit. A loud, high pitched moan ripped from Lea’s lips. The sound told of how much Carlos’ move both hurt and aroused her. Her chest heaved as her body tried to accommodate Delgado’s rough treatment. She hadn’t had so much in her in a long time and she could feel herself stretching painfully with him inside her.<br/><br/>It seemed as if the paralysis was beginning to wear off as Lea arched off the bed, but when she tried to move she found that she still couldn’t. It seemed that her body was simply reacting without her consent and she gave another desperate whimper—caught between pleasure and pain.<br/><br/>She didn’t know why she was so weak against herself or why she liked to be treated so roughly. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she had been treated like trash all her life, that in some way she felt like she deserved it—deserved the abuse, the pain, the despair.