Fucked!

Chapter 4 – Whipped

He moved in front of me holding a new gag up to put in my mouth. I started to scream as I realized it was a huge penis gag and he was going to put it in my mouth. I only caught a glimpse of it but it looked like a black rubber cock, more than four inches long. It even had a head on it. I cringed when I saw the straps around the edge of it, leather straps again. He ordered me to shut up, then grabbed one of my nipples and pinched it hard: the scream stopped but my mouth stayed open. He jammed the thick, oversized hard rubber penis-shaped gag in my mouth before I could realize what was happening.

“AAAGGGHHH” I mumbled as the penis gag was forced between my lips and pushed painfully into my mouth. Not only long, it was also large, well over two inches in diameter, my lips having to stretch wide around it. My tongue rubbed up against it, feeling veins running along its length, the taste of rubber filling my mouth. I tried in vain to protest, but the penis gag went deep into my mouth and the black leather covering over the gag made sure no sound was going to come out. Having something like that in my mouth repulsed me, and further it was humiliating being forced to continuously suck the rubber penis.

“You should be used to having a cock in your mouth” he said jamming the penis gag farther into my mouth until it reached my tonsils. “Choke bitch” and he remarked this by pressing down on it until it was pushed as deep as he could. He tied the straps around my head again, pleased as he saw me. My lips were tightly spread around the fake cock, my throat moving up and down, choking and gagging on it. Tears filled my eyes, i t was so big that I could not close my mouth even of a mere inch, and my sore jaw already begun to hurt from the undue pressure. It was much worse than a normal gag, the rubber penis was very long and was causing me to continuously gag. I could hardly move my tongue.

He pushed in on the gag, feeling my throat move, the fake cock moving into my throat, making me choke. H e then cut loose the plastic tie binding my wrist and quickly tied them again to one of the hooks on the coat rack securely mounted to the wall. As he did I kicked out but he slid his knee between my knees and easily stopped me. He then picked up another thick plastic tie and knelt down next to me. He secured it painfully tight around my dainty nylon-clad ankles , the plastic tie biting even harder into my flesh as a consequence of being forced to uncomfortably stand. Already my hands were growing numb from the tight plastic tie, and to be left to stand on stiletto heels and tied ankles was even worse. He then took a step back and examined me.

With knife firmly in hand, he moved toward me again. Slipping the blade into the waistband of my skirt where it buttoned on the side, he yanked up. The button was no obstacle and my skirt popped open. As I writhed and twisted in the plastic tie forcing me standing, the only result was to work the skirt down over my hips, past my thighs and eventually onto the floor. He t hen finished the job by cutting and tearing off the remaining silk of what once was my top.

He stepped back examining what was left with interest. My breasts, encased in the skimpy black bra, signalled my fear, my ragged breathing, my panic. He seemed to particularly like the lacy push-up bra I had on. The sharp blade of the knife was then on my body, pressing against my belly button. He traced a line up my stomach to between my breasts, stopping when the sharp blade caught the centre of my bra. “Don't think you need this” with a swift jerk, he cut the bra releasing my breasts from their lacy confinement, his knife slicing my bra between the cups, slashing it open. I felt the tension release, the lower cup falling down, my breasts now naked.

Stockings, high stiletto heels, garter belt and thong panties highlighted a dynamite body. I was laying there with a very worried look on my face with my gorgeous breast rise and falling with my heavy breathing as the fear of what he was going to do to me next.

“With a body like this no wonder you got yourself a rich husband” he said to me. Any female who has been stripped down to her thong panties, sheer stockings with garter belt and high stiletto heels looks like a slut and I was no exception, although quite a glorious one, worthy of his most painstaking efforts. “You really are hot... you know that? You're much better-looking than in the pictures.”

The tears which I had tried to control now flowed again, and through my clouded vision, I could see the masked man, camera before his face. I was nearly blinded as the camera flashed, and began to make an obscene series of clicking and whirring sounds, recording my almost naked degradation. Now I gave no thought to the consequences, and tried to pull my arms down, to cover myself, to hide my nakedness from the eye of the camera and of my assailant. I tried to double over, but I couldn't escape the gleam in his eye or get away from the eye of the camera. I tried to turn away from my attacker and the camera, but he just reached out and spun me back facing the lights and the lens. A strong hand was grabbing me by the hair and forcing me back in my position, while I moaned uselessly into the gag.

As if to show me that the worst had not yet come, the man now allowed his fingers to stray down my chest, and tweak my nipple as the camera moved in for a close-up. I again tried to throw myself back against the man's strength, but he seized my head with his strong hand and forced it back down toward my chest.

“I want to be certain your pretty face is in the picture. It must be clear whose breasts I am enjoying.” I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the pictures he was now taking from the foot of the bed. I led a pampered existence: my parents before and myself and my husband now, more than simply wealthy and willing to indulge me, my control over my life absolute. Now, I didn't even have control of my own body, as a vicious man displayed it for the filthy attentions of the camera. And the worst part was, when he was done, he wouldn't even kill me.

He grabbed my tits and squeezed hard, all the while staring at me. The man smiled behind the mask he wore as I grimaced in pain as his rough hands mauled and twisted my abused breasts. He started rubbing my knee then letting his hand slide up my inner thigh, his fingers touched the soft skin above my stocking top. He watched me shudder “What's up rich bitch, don't like my dirty hand touching your high and mighty skin?” He bent closer to my face “Well my little posh cunt get used to it because unlike your rich wimpy husband I'm going to play with your cunt, ass and mouth for a while.” As if to show me just how helpless I was he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh and cupped my pussy through the black thong, his fingers digging in until I moved in pain.

He then resumed running one hand over my naked and abused breast, while in the other was holding a whip, a five braided whip. I felt the whip strands play down onto my naked breasts as his large hand completely encircled my head. My nipples instantly became hard, the rough feel of the leather stimulating them into hardness. “Turning you on, am I? I knew you would want me in the end, you white rich bitches are all the same… like it rough, don't you?” He moved in close, his right hand encircling my breast, heaving it up and down, his other hand letting the whip caress the other breast. He was not like a lover, caressing my breast tenderly. No, he touched me with every intention to hurt me, squeezing my tender flesh until it turned white. He stood in front of me, his large hands holding my ass cheeks tightly, putting me in position to be whipped. “NNNN, PPLSS, DDNNTTT!” I mumbled through the massive rubber penis invading my mouth, but to no avail.

He surely didn't really mean to use that thing on me. To beat me! Even now, after what I had been through, and even hung the way I was, it seemed impossible. Incredible! I couldn't take it in; my mind would not accept it. I had never explored or even thought about a man getting aroused by making me suffer. My husband and any lovers before him were always careful not to hurt me. I had a couple of previous experience of light bondage in the past and I even enjoyed them, but certainly no one had ever tied me up for the express purpose of hurting me. It was a very foreign concept to me. He stood back, my eyes watching his arms as he drew back the evil whip. It seemed like slow motion as it swung forward. I heard the “CRAK!” as it curled around my ass cheeks. It seemed like eternity before the pain shot up to my brain. It couldn't be like this, it couldn't be. No one could bear such agony, no one could give or take such pain, not in this world. I knew that I was screaming, and I knew that I was twisting uncontrollably, writhing and flailing up against my bonds. I knew it in some corner of my mind. The rest of me was horror. Black and deep and filled with unimaginable pain.

He moved in to the side of me and I instantly knew he was trying to get a good shot at my naked breasts. How could he? They are so delicate. I did not have to wait long, my mouth clenched tight on the rubber penis as the whip hit them both, one of the braids catching both nipples with a “SSSWWWAATTT.” How could the animal do that, hit a woman on her tender breasts. The pain was excruciating. I thought I would pass out; I hoped I would. Anything just to make it stop. But no. I suffered every moment

I was shaking my head in disbelief, the pain shooting all over my body. I saw his cock hardening again, he was getting off on whipping me. He began again to whip me, my body unable to escape the terrible sting of the braided whip. “SMAK,” my breasts shaking as they were stung by the leather, my nipples suffering under the whip. “SWAT,” the whip hooking up under my ass cheeks, low down on my thighs. “CRAK,” it rang out, hitting squarely on my firm, naked ass cheeks, the pain unbearable. He did not give me a chance in between the strokes. They came continuous, “SWAT,” my ass bearing the pain of the whip again. “SLAP,” paying special attention to my breasts and nipples. Finally, “SMAK” the whip hitting my abdomen, some of the strands searching out my delicate pussy lips. I screamed for the last time in the gag, my body unable to comprehend so much pain at one time. He left me there, hanging from my abraded wrists, without even the strength to stand up straight, and went downstairs for a drink. I was upright, but couldn't be considered standing by any stretch of the imagination. In my nearly unconscious state, I slumped attractively to the side, my head lolling on my chest.

When he came back he changed my bonds, my wrists again tightly tied behind my back , new plastic ties digging painfully into my tender flesh, and released me from the unwelcome penis gag. The man leaned down until his face was inches from my face; he could smell my perfume, he could smell my fear as he pushed one finger inside me. He pressed his face against my breast and rubbed the coarse material of the mask over my sore nipple. I gasped “Please leave me alone... let me go, please! I don't deserve this, I have done nothing wrong…” The anguish and confusion in my voice made him smile, like all his previous victims I couldn't come to terms with the vagaries of fate that brought us together; he the hunter, we the innocent preys.

He ordered me to my knees. I dropped to them rather awkwardly and before I even had my bearings, he had released his erection and it was in my face. “Suck my cock.” He laughed softly at my horrified expression. “Did you think I was just going to fuck your face again? No, you'll show me how a white aristocratic smart-ass rich bitch sucks cocks. You'll suck my black dick this time, you'll use your snobbish tongue, your throat, to pleasure me, to save your life instead of sucking for a pay raise.”

His cock was poised directly before my mouth; the head red, swollen and pulsing with need, the end shining with leaking jizz. “Suck it snotty bitch and do it as the good whore you are or you'll be sorry”, he commanded. Realizing I had no choice I puckered my lips and drew the fat head of his erection up between them.

I don't know if he was expecting an argument or not, but he was probably surprised by how quickly I bent to my task. With all the dignity I could muster, which wasn't much, I opened my mouth and took him in, just the thick head at first, then more and more until my warm, wet mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock, my tongue tentatively flicking over its surface, tasting him, feeling his heat.

Sucking, I gently tongued the tiny slit at the end, my mouth filling with the salty taste of his seed as he placed his hands behind my head and twined his fingers in my long blond hair. As I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, his hips moved in sync with me and I could feel his cock swelling even more. I took just the tip of his cock in my mouth and he shuddered as my tongue licked the tip of the head. I started to lick his shaft, starting at the base and working my way up to the head. At first I just took the head in my mouth, licking around it with my tongue, then he pushed down on my head and I understood he wanted me to take more of him in. I took over half of his cock in my mouth before it seemed that was all I could take in. He pulled me up and I started to move his cock in and out of my mouth, until finally I had his entire cock in my mouth and my face was tight against his crotch, my nose and mouth buried in his pubic hair.

Moments later my wet lips were riding up and down the length of his cock and the now practiced circling of my tongue brought his huge cock back to life, and soon I was sucking it with smooth, quick thrusts . “Yeah... you're a whore, you know what to do”, he encouraged as I licked the head and the shaft, then again took it all into my mouth. “You think you're so tough, bossing everyone around. You're nothing but a pushy bitch, aren't you?” Encouraged by a twist of my hair I nodded. “You probably got your job by sucking and fucking the president, didn't you?” Another twist, harder this time, followed by another nod. “You know everyone hates you, everyone just wants to fuck you, I could be anyone you've teased in your sluttish life. So you deserve everything you're getting here, don't you? Don't you?” Once more a reluctant nod was forced out of me by the pain my scalp.

I continued to suckle him gently. His fingers at my tits urged me to suck harder and I closed my eyes and began to suck keenly on his erect organ. He smiled again and murmured, “Yes, suck like that, suck like the whore you are.” My mouth worked feverishly on his penis, too shocked and horrified to stop. I nuzzled under his cock, brought it into my mouth. My tongue flicked across the head, traced the underside as I sobbed sickly. He pressed lightly on my head, encouraging without forcing. I groaned, my head beginning to move up and down, taking his full, hardening length into my mouth as my tongue pressed hard, swirling. He stood there feeling my mouth pulling at him, sucking him, sliding back and forth over his sensitive organ. My lips and tongue bathed his penis, pulling it into an even greater state of excitement. I began to gag as he stiffens completely, the head pressing against the back of my throat. I did these things almost eagerly, a lthough he must have obviously realized I didn't know much about oral sex.

Everything he had done to me so far was so way out, scary and so different from anything I had ever known or wanted to know that a forced blow-job didn't seem so bad at this point. Giving head was humiliating, disgusting, but at least familiar to me. Unfortunately, he even had to make that different by taking more pictures. I didn't relish the idea of there being pictures of me doing this, and even worst doing this on my knees, tied up and dressed like a cheap whore, but it was completely out of my hands.

“Yeah, that's it! Suck my black dick you snotty whore!” he grunted through clenched teeth as he felt the hot wetness of my mouth enfold the pulsing length of his cock, the slightly rough surface of my tongue sliding under the thick flap of skin that ran beneath the sleek head. As he watched, my mouth stretched wide, my red lips forming a tight ring about the hard surface of his dick as he pumped the length of it in and out of my mouth. A dribble of spit fell from my lower lip, running across my chin as my cheeks ballooned and hollowed from his thrusts. Grasping the back of my head harder, he started pumping his hips into me with a steady rhythm as he felt the head of his cock skate along the roof of my mouth. I moaned and gagged as he thrust toward the back of my throat. Sweat trickled down his face and chest as the wrinkled sack of his scrotum bumped the tip of my chin. Pulling his hips back he watched the glistening length of his cock slowly slid out of my mouth, my lips forming a tight oval about the fat head.

“Suck the head you haughty bitch!” he breathed in harsh tones bringing the point of his knife back up to the freckled skin of my throat.

“Mmmppp!” I moaned as my blue eyes gazed up at him. Grinning cruelly he prodded my white flesh with the point of the knife, my cheeks hollowing as he did so. My lips puckered harder drawing the fat head of his cock up between them as my tongue washed over the tip. “Yeah! That's it!” my rapist grunted as I worked the point of my tongue between the tiny slit at the head of his penis, the taste of sperm growing ever stronger in my mouth. Removing the knife he again tangled his hands in the hair along the back of my head as his hips again pressed forward driving the thick pole of his cock once more deep into my mouth. I retched strongly as the thick head tickled the back of my mouth, the muscles of my throat tightening as they tried to expel the long length of flesh. My nose filled with his musky scent as the muscular cheeks of his buttocks tensed and released with the force of his thrusts. The thick column of his penis slid wetly between my aching jaws as my lips desperately strained to keep sucking his hard length. His cock filled the wet interior of my mouth with its pulsing length. Spit fell in thick streamers down my chin, dribbling across the hardened mounds of my breasts as his thrusts became more frantic, his big hands pulling painfully on my blond hair.

“Suck my balls!” he breathed through clenched teeth as he pulled out of my mouth. A string of spit ran from the head of his dick to my trembling lower lip, collapsed and fell in a thick rope across my chin and breasts. My teary eyes gazed up pitifully at him as he pulled the iron-hard length of himself up and presented the wrinkled sack of his balls to my mouth. My pink tongue appeared briefly as I licked off the sperm that had become crusted about my lips. Then leaning forward I stretched my mouth wide open, letting the length of my tongue loll out as I slathered the wrinkled surface of his balls with a thick layer of saliva. I pulled the heavy weight of one ball up into my mouth, the underside of my tongue swirling across the leathery skin of the sack. The wiry pubic hairs stuck to the surface of his foul cock tickled the sensitive length of my tongue, some of them pricking the roof of my mouth as I slowly pulled the other ball between my jaws.

The muscles of my lips pulled and sucked on the wrinkled skin as my tongue swirled and darted over his tight scrotum. The thick wet length of his penis pressed into the flesh of my left cheek, the head of his cock resting above my left eye where strands of my hair became stuck to the sperm glistening on the tip. As I strained to keep my teeth from clamping down on the sensitive skin of his sack, my cheeks bulged painfully, my jaws working convulsively up and down so that I could waggle the length of my tongue over the hairy surface. As I sucked, he grabbed his penis and started moving it in sweeping motions across the left side of my face leaving a trail of cum across my forehead. My cheeks were bulging to the straining point as he watched my jaws move back and forth over the wrinkled bulk of his nut sack. He could see spit falling down my chin as my lips sucked and pulled on the flesh.

He swiftly pulled his balls from my mouth making a vague popping noise as they came out from between my lips, a thick gobbet of spit spilling down my chin as he did so. Grasping the base of his erection, he again directed the sleek head back up to my mouth, pressing the cum-streaked end against the wide slash of my lips. My blue eyes gazed up at him briefly before my lips ovaled and I drew the fat head between them again. Grunting with pleasure, he drove his hips forward once more, watching my eyes distend as my jaw widened in an attempt to accommodate his size.

“All of it” he pushed his cock against the back of my throat, shaking his head as I began to gag violently “Swallow it.” He grasped my jaw, tilted my head back, pressed harder. My throat tried to resist and protest, then opened again, giving passage to his rigid cock. He sighed, smiled as he entered my throat, even his balls in my mouth. “That's a good whore.”

I whined, gasping through my nose between strokes. My head moved, my tongue continuing to work his cock. I bobbed my head up and down, my throat opening each time, allowing his cock to slide in and out. I felt his tool swell, twitch in my face, and squeezed my eyes shut. He pinched my cheek painfully, bringing my eyes open again.

I heard clothes being removed quickly, urgently. I paused what I was doing and caught his eye as he wrenched his remaining clothes from his body impatiently. He had a wild look in his eyes and before I knew it, he was holding my head firmly in place, gripping fistfuls of my hair, and began thrusting into my mouth hard and fast. I could feel myself trying to gag but fought it as much as I could.

“Choke on it haughty bitch!!! CHOKE ON IT!!!” he snarled as his vicious lunges came even harder and faster. He was fucking my immobilized face in a frenzy and clearly this wasn't going to be pleasant. Unbelievably he began cursing me when his maniacal thrusts scraped my back teeth. As if it was my fault. In my position, kneeling on the floor, wrists tightly tied behind me, head held fast, I couldn't do anything but keep my mouth open as wide as possible while trying to keep my lips sealed over him as he plundered it, my jaws aching so much. He was fucking into it so hard I couldn't control anything, not even my own movements. Sometimes, in between hard fucks, he would take it out and make me kiss, lick it and tickle his balls with my tongue.

He continued the brutal face fuck a little longer, all the while complaining and insulting me with remarks like “Gaahd... you're awful at this!” and “Is this the first time you ever sucked dick?” I suppose humiliation was his goal. However I didn't feel humiliated, just annoyed. Without warning he withdrew and delivered a sharp slap to my face. Again he was taking pictures of me. I suppose I did feel humiliation then. Tears sprung to my eyes.

He started raping my mouth again, then eventually sighed, his legs trembling as his cock explodes in my face. I was forced to take mouthful after mouthful of his hot semen from its spurting head and gulp it down. He grimaced and cried out with pleasure, again, again, and again. His cock was deep in my mouth now and his pleasure accelerated as he looked down and saw me on my knees swallowing his sperm. He pulled my head down, burying himself in my working throat as his cum, thick, sour, rushed out in spurts. My mouth was quickly filled with his cum again, hot, salty and pasty, dripping from the corners of my mouth unable to swallow fast enough to contain it all. I choked and gagged on his cum, but he only pushed his cock into my throat again, forcing the cum down into my gullet. He nodded as I swallowed hard fighting the gag reflex, over and over, each violent constriction of my throat sending chills down his thighs, up his back. He held my head, waited, keeping me there until his tool had softened in my mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED…