Fucked!

Chapter 3 – Nipple-Clamped

The man pushed me ahead of him up the stairs. As we climbed the stairs I felt his hand roaming freely on my back, then it slid down to be pushing me as well as feeling all over my ass. My steps quickened as much as my skirt, high heels and tied hands would let me, I was almost running as we reached the top of the stairs. On the landing the man asked which one was my bedroom and I hesitantly pointed to a door to the right. He grabbed my arm and led me to the closed door. At this moment I started to struggle, tried to pull away from him. I caught him by surprise; he thought my spirit to resist had left me downstairs.

The masked man cried out as I kicked him in the shin with my only available weapon, the pointed toe of my high heeled shoes hitting him hard, and I broke free. With an angry roar the man lunged for me and managed to catch a hold of a piece of my satin top. With a tearing noise the material started to rip but the man was quick and he reached out with his other hand and caught me by the arm. Spinning me round he pushed me towards the bedroom door, I fell against the door and it swung open. I tumbled into the room, onto the floor. Without arms to catch myself I hit the ground with my shoulder, emitting a muffled grunt. The man watched me as I turned my head to look at him; I mewled in fear and panic and started to crawl away from him.

He stepped into the room, took a deep breath of the scents and aromas within the room. “Ah, this smells nice... Get up from the fucking floor you stupid bitch, get onto the bed” he said to me. He moved around the room, touching and moving things; an ornament, a discarded blouse hanging on the back of a chair, a perfume bottle. The man could feel my eyes on him; he wanted to prolong this moment, this moment of delicious suspense before he took me. He turned his attention to the closets, one of the walls was entirely lined with closets, breaking into the treasury of womanhood. At first he went through my fashionable shoes' collection, and then he concentrated on my expensive designer dresses. He loved to touch the delicate fabrics of the clothes that hung there, imagining them on my body, their texture against my skin, while sniffing up the distinctive feminine smell that emanated from them. He had been particularly fascinated by the sleek and soft touch of the fabric of my silk stockings.

Hardly able to mask his excitement he went through the closets. As he had expected my wardrobe was remarkably well equipped, and he surely had to admit I had taste. I was eyeing him nervously from the floor, as my personal life was more and more exposed to my captor by every door opened. Reaching a chest of drawers he opened each in turn, and e ventually he reached the ‘holy of holies' of the feminine sanctuary, the drawers where I kept my underwear. “Here we are! What I always have so much fun with... the good lady's knickers draw!” The masked man turned round to me and winked, “Any kinky stuff in here? A dildo? Handcuffs? A whip perhaps?” As the man said this he was rifling through the draw, carelessly throwing my expensive bras, panties and nylons over his shoulders, I blushed at the attention paid to my intimate underwear. “Well, well, snobbish bitch… I had no idea you were so… particular… about your undergarments” in his hand were two pairs of silk panties, a black lace bra, and assorted stockings “Wow! Look at these! These are hot, very sexy…” He turned towards me holding up a black, silk guêpière, “Put this on, and model it for me.”

The man threw it to me; it floated down in front of me, landing inches from my feet. I made no attempt to pick it up, also because my wrists were still tightly tied behind my back; I just stared at it and then stared at the masked man. “What's the matter? Shy?” he said in a mocking tone. “Need some more encouragement maybe? What if I use my belt on you this time… Will that persuade you?” He took a step towards me, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt.

“No! Please… I'll do what you want…” I moaned. The man smiled but continued to unbuckle his belt. He unzipped his jeans and pushed his jeans down his legs, his cock was semi hard. In these ‘games' he played, he seemed to have a continual hard-on. He kicked off his shoes and slid his jeans right off; he stood there in my bedroom, slowly stroking his cock. This was what he hungered for, why he played this awful ‘game' with his innocent prey. An immense feeling of power surged through his body as he stood there, revelling in my humiliation and shame.

The man moved towards me and I shrank back from him, suddenly afraid. Startled I looked up, fear was contorting my attractive face and tears ran down my cheeks, “Why? Why me? Please go away, I won't tell anyone about this...” I pleaded with tears of pain and fear overflowing from my eyes. The man flew at me in a rage; he stood in front of me. I looked up at him. The room echoes with the crisp crack of male flesh on female flesh as he slapped me hard in the face. My head snapped to one side. I started breathing rapidly. I looked up at him in confusion, earning a second sharp slap. My long hair tossed as my head snapped sharply under another hard slap.

I fell to my knees like a pimp slapped whore, my face flaming. He grabbed a fistful of my dishevelled blond hair and with his other hand worked over my pretty face with a series of ringing slaps that sound like pistol shots. Pulling hard on my hair, he shook me, “Why? Because I enjoy doing this to the stuck-up white rich bitches like you and I especially liked the snobbish and arrogant look on your face, your mouth always fixed in a smirk of superiority, the fact that you regard all those you see as being entirely beneath you . I wondered what it would be like to rape you, fuck you like the slut you are! Satisfied with that?” The masked man was inches from my face as spat out this tirade. “Did you know I have been watching you for weeks? Following you, taking pictures of you! I would sit in my room and wank myself silly looking at you… but now I have the real thing and I am going to enjoy you anyway I want!”

I was suddenly spun around by his grip on my arm and a flash of horror flew through my mind as I realized that he was going to gag me. As soon as I looked back up at the man, the horror doubled. Within seconds a ball gag was forcefully shoved into my mouth. It was a large, shiny, red ball, with a piece of black leather attached on each side. “Open your goddamn mouth!” he was growling, causing me to start whimpering as I felt the hard rubber ball forcing its way between my lips and past my teeth. The ball wedged between my teeth even before it had reached its diameter. He put two fingers on the ball and pushed… hard. It took nearly a minute before the ball nestled behind my white and perfect teeth. I mumbled as my jaws were stretched to the breaking point, the ball popping into my mouth, my teeth biting down on the unflinching hardness of the ball.

“There, that was not so hard, was it?” he said smiling. I did not share the joke, too busy fighting my gag reflex and the desperate feeling that I had to retch. I felt the leather straps pulled behind my head and tied tightly, the masked man pulling them harder when he heard me groaning in pain. The ball gag was stretching my jaw open, effectively stopping me from making any intelligible sounds. He had difficult at first to push it past my teeth, it was one big ball gag, but he worked it in and grabbed me by my hair, with strands of hair tearing out and tears falling from my eyes as the pain in my scalp increased, pushing the strap through the buckle and pulling it through tightly. I shook my head fiercely, and he finally buckled the large gag tightly into my mouth. I squealed in pain as the straps pinched the skin at the back of my neck and caught and pulled several downy hairs. I whimpered a little as the ball inched back and increased my discomfort. I fought down the urge to gag, bending forward as he tightened the straps behind my head more than necessary.

I'd never been gagged before and the rubber ball now in my mouth was much more uncomfortable than I would have expected: once crammed behind my teeth it held my jaw painfully open. The rubber taste filled my mouth and already I was drooling, while the leather strap that held it in place was digging painfully into my cheeks and mercilessly cutting the corners of my mouth. I tried to moan around the ball gag jammed between my teeth, but that was about all I was capable of. Just moans and a couple of half-heartedly hysterical screams that came out more as a squeak than anything else. “Now shut the fuck up”, he was muttering, like I could really say anything. It wasn't long before my jaw began to ache from the oversized ball in my mouth.

I felt my eyes widen when he approached me with his knife. It wasn't a combat knife, maybe 4 or 5 inches long, but it was wickedly sharp. I froze as the long, serrated knife passed before my face, my heart pounding. I'm so scared of knives. Was he going to cut me, disfigure me for life? I squirmed, the plastic cuffs tightening as I did. He began amusing himself by running the sharp blade over my face, down my neck. He then concentrated on my breasts, flicking the nipples lightly, caressing them with his deadly toy. I was trying so hard to remain calm and lay as still as possible, but I couldn't prevent the frightened mewlings and whimpers I heard myself making. From his reactions they were obviously music to his ears, but it couldn't be helped. I was so damn scared. I froze as I saw the knife move down and h elplessly felt its sharpness as he trailed it over my right breast. I was so terrified I felt paralyzed, I couldn't move a muscle.

He finally moved away from my breasts, and slowly traced the rest of my body with the tip of his wickedly sharp blade. I shuddered and quivered during this, but had stopped making noises through the gag, so he soon became bored and moved on to a subject he knew would get a reaction out of me. I was in fact unprepared for the hysterical panic when he told me he wanted my nipple as a souvenir. I was shaking my head and shrieking with terror when I actually felt the sharp blade against my nipple. Part of me was trying to tell the rest of me that he surely wouldn't do that… that he was just fucking with my head. But the horror was that I couldn't be sure. He sounded serious!

“Just take a deep breath bitch, it'll be over in a few seconds…” I think I nearly fainted in my extreme fear, but then he started to laugh. I kept trying to tell myself this was just a joke, that his torture of me would most likely be mental. But that's really hard to keep in mind while being tied up and menaced that way.

“You know what's going to happen to you uppity bitch, don't you?” it didn't really feel like a question. I made some noise to acknowledge I'd heard him. Could I have answered properly, I suppose I would have said “Yes… but not really.”

“Well, it's going to get worse!”

I think I whimpered again. I'm sure I made some scared noise. His callous hand was roaming over my flat stomach and then headed down, until his palms warmly cupped the backs of my thighs, massaging and kneading my firm, nicely toned thigh muscles. He began touching me then stroking, exploring… insistently, as if he had every right. There was certainly no one here to stop him. Suddenly, I gasped and jumped, startled, as I felt his hand had found the area between my legs. In my helpless position, the plastic ties holding painfully my wrists tightly behind me, the ball gag keeping my frightened whimpers from getting loud, I couldn't even swat his hand away. I began making noises of protest around the rubber ball in my mouth, that was my only defence as I was being felt up like a piece of prime-cut meat. “Go ahead bitch” he laughed “that's just music to my ears”.

He then reached for my breasts. He roughly fondled them, making me squeal with pain as he pinched my nipples. The next time he reached for me I started to jerk away, trying to twist away from him. There was no escape of course, but I still tried to elude that rude hand. “Go ahead... fight me bitch!” He sounded angry. My attempts to keep away from him were only making him grope me roughly.

“It hurts!!!” I kept shrieking, but I was frustrated because it couldn't come out as words behind that goddamned rubber ball. “What?” he would ask, smiling, knowing I couldn't speak. Still I shouted it again and again, really starting to lose it now.

He stopped, but my relief was short-lived when he brought out a pair of gleaming, shiny nipple clamps. I had never seen such clamps before but I knew the tiny teeth on them would soon bite painfully into my sensitive nipples. My nipples have always been sensitive. They would get erect at the slightest breeze and silk tops always made them stand out hard. Tears were running down my face. In my exploration of the dark side of sexuality, I had read stories of the use of clothespins and once I had even decided to put one on my own nipple just to see how it felt. As I had slowly released the pressure on one end, and felt the other end begin to close on my nipple, I didn't even get close to clipping it all the way. The pain just from that almost-experience had been unbelievable… “Fuck that!” I remembered muttering as I threw the clothespin back where I had gotten it and wondered how anybody could possibly stand being clamped with one all the way. I heard myself whimpering as I saw that I was about to find out.

It was simply two small clamps with a thin chain linked between them. “This will hurt a lot”, my tormentor informed me with a devilish smile as he got closer and closer to my breasts. Instinctively I tried to move away from the ever-advancing clamp, but of course could only shrink back so far. His hands reached down to my nipples, plucking at each tip, pulling and probing them, making them harder. He pulled my breasts using my nipples as grips, stretching them from my chest, my nipples over two inches long, the dark brown tips a pale brown as they were elongated. I moaned in pain into the gag as he gripped tighter, not wanting to release them. Then he suddenly let one go, the other still pulled far from my body. His free hand moved quickly to slap it, the pain in my nipple increased as he refused to let it go. I cried in pain, but I only saw a smile on his face beneath the mask. I gasped as his other hand moved again, this time catching my breast underneath, his fingers tugged relentlessly on my nipple, burning pain shooting through my tender breast.

He released my nipple, my breast bouncing back down, the nipple now swollen and inflamed from the rough treatment. He stepped forward one more time, watching my helplessness, seeing the pleading in my eyes between the tears, listening to my useless attempts to talk around the gag. He held up the two nipple-clamps, one in each hand. Realization started to dawn as I shook my head wildly and tried to twist around so my back was toward him. I couldn't turn away from him, my tormentor, though not for want of trying. I writhed, twisted, tried to turn. All to no avail. He put an arm around me, pulling me close to his body, glorying in the feel of my naked flesh under his touch. With the other hand he opened one of the clamps and then let it close tightly onto my enlarged right nipple. I thought it would be bad, but it was so much worse then I expected. It started at my nipple and drove through my breast and felt like it travelled up my spine until it reached my brain. It tore a scream from my throat, but the ball gag did its job of making my scream a pathetic cry. I frantically shook my breasts as best as I could in the tight bondage hoping to make it fall. That only increased the pain as he held onto the clamp, my nipple trapped beneath it, the tiny teeth feeling like an animal chewing on it. “GGGGHHH” I cried out, trying to catch a breath of air into my lungs, my chest heaving. My nipple finally went from excruciating pain to a dull ache that continued. Another muffled scream of pain escaped the gag as I threw my head back and tried again to shake the clamp loose and get out of his grasp. He let go and watched me go through my dance of torment and pain for awhile.

Then it was time to move in again. My breathing returned to normal, just in time to see him reaching for the other clamp. This time I knew without any question what was coming, I knew that the pain would start again. What I couldn't know yet was that it would have been much more painful when they are removed than when they are put on. I made only a half-hearted attempt to twist away from him, but his arm around my body, again pulling me toward him, restrained my useless effort to avoid the inevitable. He flicked my left nipple with his thumbnail a few times tugging it erect again, which started my eyes watering again. I tried to plead through the gag, but it stifled any effort at meaningful communication. I shook my head, shook it hard, and then watched in terror as he fixed the remaining clamp on my left nipple. I clenched my mouth, my teeth biting into the rubber ball between my lips that was muffling my screams of pain as the unbelievable pain tore through my breasts again. I screamed once, then bit into my gag again, this time much harder. I could feel sweat popping out on my face. My head was thrown back, eyes tightly shut as I repeated over and over to myself, like a mantra, “Take it... take it... you can do it...” I suppose I made a perfect picture of agony, the pain hadn't abated and I had begun to groan, breathing harshly through my nose with the effort it was taking to continue bearing it without screaming. He smiled at me “You should see how hard it is making me.” I continued to writhe in pain as I tried to shake the clamps loose, but it didn't work – at least for me. For him, it was marvellous. From his standpoint, my restricted ‘dance' continued to fuel the bulge in his jeans.

He took hold of the chain that was now hanging between my clamped tits, giving it the tiniest of tugs. “You see the cool thing about this? I can just pull the chain and yank them right off you!” I did scream then, pleading with my eyes for him not to do it. I was now shaking my head violently, uselessly struggling, nearly crying and trying to make eye contact. He pulled the chain again, harder this time. My nipples began to pull from my body, this time the clamps biting tighter into them. I didn't know the clamps were cleaved clamps, they tightened as they pulled out. The dull ache in my nipples again turned sharp, slicing into my being. The pain clouded my mind and through it I heard him telling me that it was just the beginning.

My nipples hurt from the clamps biting into them and my breasts hurt from his rough hands groping and squeezing. Further, having the chain in his hand the occasional pulling on the clamps magnified the pain so much. Even the slightest tug threatened to stretch my nipples more than they can take. But movement was inevitable as his hands were all over my body. I shut my eyes, refusing to witness my own defilement. The sting of his hand across my face jerked me back into the room “You'd better keep your eyes open, cunt.” The clamps were left on longer till I was shrieking hysterically through the ball gag. “I just love those pleading eyes!” he exclaimed happily. A last hard tug on the chain and the clamps eventually came out. My moans stopped and I was silent for about a tenth of a second until the blood rushed back into my ache filled nipples and intense pain hit me, then I screamed and went nuts shaking my head and trying to jerk myself loose while trying unsuccessfully to move my arms to massage my nipples and ease the pain.

When I stopped quivering and shrieking the clamps were put back on my sore nipples, then once again I felt the blade against my throat, with more pressure than before. “Ok bitch”, he said. “I'm gonna have to pull out your gag… I need that aristocratic mouth of yours. And you're not going to make a sound, are you?”

Knowing what was next, I could feel the tears starting again, while I shook my head no. I was forced to my knees and felt the gag being pulled from my mouth. Instinctively I eased my jaw, trying to relieve the strain that had invaded it long ago when suddenly I felt the head of his cock at my lips. I knew what he wanted, but couldn't quite bring myself to open my mouth for him. I then gasped as I felt it slapping on my cheeks, where the straps of the ball gag were still imprinted, so tight he had buckled it in place just a moment before. “Come on cock-teaser!” I heard him growl “Open up... you're gonna suck this dick!” Taking hold of my head he turned my face to him and slapped me twice with the ten inch hard meat and started tugging on the chain between my breasts.

While gripping my head firmly by the hair, he pulled my face closer and began rubbing it on my lips. I couldn't move my head, but my lips were clamped together. I knew that wouldn't help, that he would get it in there eventually. But every part of me was crying out at the outrage and disgust I felt at what he was going to make me do. I was desperately fighting back tears, I couldn't cry, if I cried I knew I could suffocate. Oh god I knew I could suffocate anyway, crying or not.

“Open up bitch” he let go of his dick and once again I felt the knife at my throat. That did it. Not wanting to get cut, I fully opened my mouth for him and took it in. With no hesitation he shoved himself forward. “Ohhh yeah...” he chuckled, as he slid it between my wet lips and over my tongue, “Suck it slut... mmm... gonna fuck that pretty face” My mouth was being forced open as wide as possible to accommodate the sudden invasion. “Don't panic, oh don't panic oh please oh god please let this be over with soon…” I kept repeating this in my head, trying to stay calm. He kept tugging the chain while I desperately tried to please him, wanting this to be over. As his hardness filled my mouth I began to suck and run my tongue over, around and under it. He began stroking in and out of my mouth. As his excitement grew he pushed it in faster, harder and deeper. I felt panic nipping at me again as I felt it pushing against my throat, then to my horror he began pushing even harder till I was quite literally swallowing his throbbing cock. I could feel my throat muscles helplessly convulse around this invasion, gagging as they tried to either pull it down all the way or expel it.

“Oh… yeah slut. Suck it… suck it good” Odd that he should say that, since sucking wasn't exactly what I was doing. There was nothing I could do but endure as I was subjected to an oral rape of terrible brutality. He stood, his legs apart somewhat to get better leverage I suppose, and dropped the knife as he clutched my hair in both hands. Holding my head helplessly still this way, he began thrusting into my mouth hard... going deeper with each cruel shove. I could feel my throat trying to gag as the head of this horrible weapon battered it with every forward thrust of his hips. My jaw muscles began aching badly. I couldn't try to back away since he was holding my head in place so firmly and my hands were tied so tightly behind my back. I was given a brief few moments of relief when he pulled out and began rubbing his saliva-wet cock all over my face. I was gasping in as much air as possible, and it was a good thing I was because the assault on my mouth and throat were only just beginning.

He shoved his hateful instrument of torture into my mouth again, but instead of the frantic in and out plunges of before he gripped my head even harder and pushed and pushed till I felt him entering my throat. This was driving him into a frenzy, he shoved it into my throat till my nose was in his pubic hair and his balls too were resting inside my mouth. He stayed this way for what seemed an eternity, I nearly blacked out because I couldn't breathe, m y air was cut off. Panic closed in as he held it there. No out strokes, just in and in as far as he could push it. “Yeah snotty bitch. Take it all!! Swallow my big cock!!! You look so fucking cute with your nose smashed against me like that… your mouth all full” With that, he jerked forward again even harder than before. My body began to thrash from lack of air. Cruelly, he laughed even harder at this “I wonder how long you can hold your breath” Finally he drew out enough so I could snatch a quick breath, then plunged forward again, even deeper down my throat this time. then he began fucking my throat in earnest... in and out... on and on it went... he was fucking my mouth hard and fast, groaning and obviously not caring if I suffocated. I was sure he would kill me as he picked up an even more furious pace than before, pistoning in and out of my mouth and throat as hard as he could, not caring at all how much it hurt me... not caring that I couldn't breathe. Never had I felt so insignificant, so used. I was nothing during those torturous moments. Nothing but a hole to be abused. All I could do was try to keep my head and pray he would finish soon.

Eventually I felt his body stiffen as he let out a harsh cry and shoved into my throat one last time, harder than ever, and held it there as his cock began to jerk and with a roar and a mighty thrust he began cumming. A sudden rush of liquid was filling my throat and flowing straight down. I felt his huge load shooting down my throat as he continued pumping. My body was convulsing as my abused throat tried to gag in protest. Frantically, I forced my throat to swallow while it was desperately trying to cough it up. With his steadily-shooting hardness still buried in there I feared I would choke to death for sure if I didn't allow his disgusting fluids to go down. He was shouting “Swallow every drop, whore! That's what cunts like you have a mouth for”.

I choked and sputtered as he finally pulled out and I felt the remaining drops dotting my face and neck. I coughed and took in huge gulps of air, hoping against hope that maybe he would leave now. But of course that wasn't to be.

“Aaawwwww... shit!!!” I heard him exclaim “What a hot mouth you got...” then he laughed again “Oh wow... I'm still hard!” I groaned then, knowing he was far from finished with me, but I could never have predicted what he did next.