The Construction Site Whore

Upset that his girlfriend cheats on him, he decides to take and rape a girl that has come onto his construction site.

The sun was setting over the forest, casting long shadows across the half-built houses that dotted the construction site. I had just finished my shift, the day’s work done, when a car pulled up the dirt road. A petite girl, no more than 19, stepped out. She was lost, her phone dead, and I was the only one left on the site.

“Hey there,” I called out, my voice gruff from a long day of shouting over the din of power tools. “You looking for a new place?”

She smiled, her eyes wide and innocent. “Actually, my phone died. I’m a little lost. Can you help me?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” I said, my mind already racing with dark thoughts. “You can charge it inside. There’s already electricity running to the site.”

“Oh, thank you so much!” She practically skipped over to me, her long blonde hair bouncing with each step.

I led her into the unfinished house, the concrete floor cold beneath our feet. She bent down to plug in her phone, and that’s when I made my move. I grabbed her from behind, my large hands easily overpowering her small frame. She struggled, but it was no use. I slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth and choked her just enough for her to lose consciousness. Then I dragged her to a nearby worktable.

She was coming to. "Bend over."

She shakes her head and yells.

I drop her chest to the table and move her forearms into place. Her eyes continue to flutter open as I tied her wrists to the table legs with sturdy rope. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, my cock already hardening in my jeans. She was a tiny thing, all soft curves and smooth skin. I could do whatever I wanted to her. Her arms are secure, so now I move on to her lower half..

She tries to kick but it's no use. I spread her legs, arching her back, her ass, and pussy up into the air, giving me a great view in the mirror as she is bent over. “You’re wet, sweetheart.”

I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures, making sure to get her face in the frame. Then I sent a group text to my coworkers. “Hey guys, I need your help with something tonight. Meet me at the site in an hour. And bring some friends and beer. If anyone has a vibrator or restraints, bring those to.”

I then turn to her. “In case you were wondering the plan, I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart. I’m going to strip you naked, tie you down, and fuck you in front of everyone that comes here. I’m going to humiliate you while you cry for me."

I set my phone aside and approached the table, running my hands over her bare skin. She whimpered behind the tape, but I paid her no mind. I was lost in my own dark desires, fueled by the image of my cheating girlfriend riding another man’s cock.

I grabbed a knife and cut away her clothes, leaving her naked and vulnerable on the cold table. I took my time exploring her body, my rough hands leaving red marks on her soft flesh. I pinched her nipples hard, eliciting a sharp cry, before sliding my hand between her legs.

She was wet, her pussy slick with arousal. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me. “That’s it, whore,” I growled. “Get nice and wet for me.”

I lowered my head and ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her sweet nectar. She bucked against me, trying to escape, but the ropes held her fast. I ate her out like a man possessed, licking and sucking until she was writhing in pleasure, her juices coating my chin.

I sat back and watched as she came down from her high, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. She was a mess, her makeup smeared and her hair a wild tangle. I couldn’t wait to see what she looked like covered in cum.

Just then, I heard the sound of vehicles pulling up outside. My coworkers had arrived, along with a few of their buddies. I untied the girl and dragged her to the center of the room, her feet stumbling over the rough floor. I ripped the tape off her mouth, making her gasp in pain.

“Listen up, whore,” I said, my voice cold and hard. “You’re going to be our little fuck toy for the night. And if you even think about telling anyone, I’ll make sure these pictures end up all over the internet. Got it?”

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. I shoved her to the ground and stepped back as my coworkers entered the room, their eyes hungry as they took in her naked form.

“Alright, boys,” I said, a cruel smile on my face. “Let’s have some fun.”

They descended on her like a pack of wolves, their hands groping and squeezing every inch of her body. She screamed and begged, but no one paid her any attention. They took turns fucking her, their cocks slamming into her tight holes over and over again.

I watched as they used her, my own cock throbbing in my pants. I couldn’t wait to get my turn. After what felt like hours, they finally finished, their cum dripping down her legs and onto the floor.

I stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up to face me. “You’re a good little whore, aren’t you?” I said, my voice laced with disgust. “You love being used like this.”

She shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. I laughed and backhanded her across the face, making her cry out in pain.

“Shut up, bitch,” I said, my hand still fisted in her hair. “You’re not going to tell anyone about this, understand? If you do, I’ll make sure everyone knows what a filthy slut you are.”

She nodded, her body shaking with sobs. I released her and stepped back, my eyes roving over her battered form. She was a mess, her skin bruised and bloody, her holes gaping and raw.

I grabbed my belt and doubled it over in my hand, the leather creaking ominously. “Now, let’s see how well you take punishment, whore.”

I brought the belt down across her ass, the sound of leather on flesh echoing through the empty room. She screamed, her body jerking with each blow, but I didn’t stop. I beat her until my arm ached, until her ass was a mass of welts and bruises.

Finally, I was done. I dropped the belt to the floor and zipped up my pants, my cock soft and spent. I looked down at the girl, her body curled in on itself, her sobs quiet and broken.

I grab her hair and force her to look at my phone. Her face is soaked from tears, her eyes red, and her pouty lips tremble. Fuck, I'm hard again.

“We’re not done,” I inform her. “N-oooo,” she sobs.

The others drink their beers as I decide to slip into her ass.

I motion for the others to help me. "I am going to cuff your hands behind your back. If you try to escape, it will be worse.”

No questions asked, my guys places the right cuff around her small wrist, and I smile at the clicks when she tightens it. Then he places her arms behind her back. My guys move her to the corner of the room, where she faces a wall. Then she sits there with her knees tucked underneath her and arms cuffed behind her back.

My eyes drop to see her ass, and my hard cock jerks inside my sweatpants. “Bend over like you were before, legs spread and ass up in the air. I want to see all of you in the mirror, sweetheart.”

She gets in position, eager to hide her face from me.

My eyes look over the floor-to-ceiling mirror with her hands cuffed behind her back, which is arched high in the air. I want to bury my face in her pussy. I can taste how fucking sweet it’s going to be. I want this whore on display in front of a crowd. “Your pussy is swollen, whore. It’s begging to be filled like your ass.”

Her cries grow louder at my words.

I pick up my cell and open the app, turning it on. She screams as I video her nakedness.

Her body thrashes on the floor, but she keeps her legs spread for me as she yanks on the cuffs that hold her hostage. “How’s that feel, sweetheart?”

She’s gasping, her hips rocking back and forth. I smile. “You look so good.” I spread her legs spread even wider, and her cries grow to moans. "Good little whore." I lean back, running my fingers over her pussy.

“Shh.” I rub my bare back. “This is what you want, sweetheart. To be fucked like a whore in front of everyone.”

Fuck, her pussy feels amazing. It’s so tight, and the warmth…like a fucking oven.

When I finish with her pussy, she lies bent over, crying and spent like a doll I just used.

Then I insert my dick into her tight little ass. I push forward one last time, holding myself balls deep, and come inside her.

“Remember, whore,” I said, my voice cold and final. “You don’t tell anyone about this, or you’ll regret it. Now get the fuck out of here.”

I watched as she struggled to her feet, her legs shaky and unsteady. She limped out of the room, her clothes clutched to her chest, and I knew I’d never see her again. But that was okay. There would always be more girls like her, lost and alone, just waiting to be used.

I picked up my phone and scrolled through the pictures I’d taken, a sick satisfaction filling me. I had gotten my revenge on all women, on my cheating girlfriend and this little slut. And I would continue to get my revenge, over and over again, until I had my fill.

I pocketed my phone and walked out of the house, tired from a long day at work.