Little Blonde Cunt

The following is a work of fiction intended as an erotic fantasy. The author does not promote, condone, or in any way endorse actual rape, sexual assault, or any other violent, immoral, and/or illegal act described herein.

I leaned on the wall, a plastic cup full of beer held in my right hand. I was nervous and frustrated. Here I was, at a party at my own goddamn frat’s house, and I was striking out with every chick who I spoke to. My fellow Chi Omicron, Adam, exited the kitchen and trudged glumly over to me.
“’Ey Chad, you had any luck, bro?” he asked. His voice made it clear he was having just as shitty a night as I was. He normally talked in a voice that told you he was always the class clown. Now he just sounded like he was ready to give a eulogy.
“Nah, I don’t know what’s up with bitches tonight” I replied.
“Yeah dude, bitches being bitches tonight”
“Oh well. Guess we’ll have to keep trying”, I said, trying to maintain a positive attitude.
“Right on, bro!” Adam said, looking a bit more enthused as he walked off, my words inspiring a second wind. I figured I might as well do the same. I saw a little blonde thing I hadn’t noticed earlier, leaning against a wall alone, sipping on a cup of beer. I walked over.
“Hey there, sexy!” I said, trying to sound endearingly cocky.
“Uhh, do I know you?” she asked, giving me an icy bitch stare.
“No, but I think you’d like to change that” I said, leaning on the wall. I had had a few beers and a couple shots of Jäger, so I was unintimidated by her icy bitch stare. Plus she was about five feet tall and looked like she weighed under 100 pounds, which did not exactly make her wrath a concerning prospect. If she wanted to get me to go away she was going to have to tell me to fuck off.
“I think you’re mistaken” she said, forcing a polite smile.
“Hi, I’m Chad” I said, extending a hand.
“I’m someone who tried to give a hint. Fuck off.” She said. She did a bitchy heel-turn and stormed off to another room. What a cunt, I thought to myself, shaking my head in disgust.
I struck out with a few more women in the hour that followed, although none had been quite as bitchy as that little blonde cunt. Seeing as it was looking like I wasn’t going to get laid, I figured I’d head on up to my room. I walked in, and discovered a surprise. The diminutive blonde slut from earlier was on my bed, looking delirious. I think she’d had a bit too much to drink. I walked over.
“You’re in my bed” I said, authoritatively.

“Wha?” she said, looking at me with uncomprehending eyes.
“You. Are. In. My. Bed.” I said, enunciating each word to the maximum possible extent and pausing in between. “Get out.”
“No!” she replied, as energetically as she could in her state of intoxication. At first I’d merely been exasperated with her presence, but her refusal on top of her earlier rudeness and failure to fuck me filled me with rage. I grabbed her shoulder-length hair and yanked it; she curled up and made a pathetic noise.
“You want to sleep in my bed, bitch? Fine. But you got to do what bitches do in my bed.” I growled. She looked scared. I don’t really understand why – the dumb slut has to know what happens when you pass out in a frat house. She volunteered for what’s about to happen. I slapped her in the face before grabbing her arms. I’m a big dude, 6’ 3”, and I work out a lot, so this short, thin girl had no chance of stopping me sober, let alone now. I easily held her arms above her head with one hand while removing her shirt with the other. I look at her face and look into her icy blue eyes. Her make-up was beginning to run, since even in her drunken state the slap had hurt and she knew she didn’t want this. Sucks for her.
“No, no, no” she says softly, over and over again, trying pathetically to push me away as my hands caress her boobs over her bra.