Liv Tyler's Unexpected Valentine's Day:
Arrows by any other name would be as piercing:
Chapter II:
Liv stood in her full glory, bush and all visible to her captor, face flushed with shame, mouth still tasting like the vile semen she'd ingested on orders.
He leered.
"Yes....perfect Valentine's Day gift to me."
Stripping out of his own clothes, Liv blinked in shame when he strongarmed her to his bed, doing so with a grip on her sure-to-be-bruised arm and smacking her ass not once but repeatedly to guide her. As she stood there he slapped her ass hard enough that the sound almost echoed and Liv scooted and then turned to face him.
"Fuck you," the hiss was lower and with a despairing undertone this time and he slapped her much harder, followed by a punch to the face.
"Stop back-talking me you stupid fucking whore. You went clubbing and didn't say shit about my boner then and goaded me on. This is entirely your fucking fault you stupid fucking slut."
As she cried again he shoved her back on the bed, looking at her spread legs. Entirely dry. He was not pleased.
"You give me a BJ and grind against me and you're drier than the Atacama Desert?"
He snarled, audibly, a bestial sound that had a frightened Liv even more pale.
"Well I'll fix that right enough."
Kneeling between her legs, he gave her one of the best pussy-eatings she'd ever gotten, something that confused and hurt and shamed her. She was being raped and abused, it shouldn't feel good. Someone who punched her and slapped her shouldn't be this good at this, but he was. She came repeatedly, in shuddering and rolling orgasms and then he was inside her. He was big, bigger than Roy or David, and she felt nauseated at the feel.
Bigger wasn't always better, sometimes bigger was excruciatingly painful even when the body bigger was in was flushed and whimpering and shuddering and feeling a pleasure it neither desired nor wanted. Nor was it fun to have this man rutting into her like an animal, calling her "Cunt", "Slut," "Bitch."
Her pussy clenching around him, hearing him laugh as he said "I knew you wanted this" and she simply stared at the ceiling, and as he began to grunt on a different and more bestial note and she felt that throbbing, she looked over to her side. The knife. The stupid bastard put the knife right by her hand. As he leaned over her and started licking her face and came inside her with a shuddering grunting sound, she grabbed the knife. He was so satisfied at her orgasm and the thought he'd just fucked Liv Tyler and cum inside her it was only when her knife was literally right between his eyes that he realized the tables had turned.
And then he looked at Liv Tyler again with the mask of fear replaced by a horrific smile of Lon Chaney proportions.