Heather Meets the Vile Gamer...part 2
He carried me that way to the bed and laid me almost gently on my back--my
bound wrists under me.
"Please...", I whimpered, "please....no more"
"Aw, you'll like this. I know I will!"
Rudely he gripped me between the legs and I gasped as one of his fingers slid
roughly into me.
"WET!", he declared, and laughed with delight. "God damn, girl, you're
SOAKED!"
Yes, I knew that and it wasn't fair. Whenever I went down on my husband I
always got wet--his groans and sighs turning me on immensely. That was normal.
But why the hell was I wet now? I didn't enjoy the brutal face-fucking I'd
just lived thru. Nor did I want this terrible man to touch me. So why?? I
didn't even want to think about why--or why the nerve endings in my nether
regions were tingling so much.
Chuck, of course, had his own theory.
"You want it, don't you baby? You want me to fuck that sweet pussy don't
you?"
Again I glared at him. I raised my head and felt my lips curl into a snarl.
"NO!!!", I nearly shouted. "I fucking HATE YOU you sick motherfucker!!!"
I really couldn't help it--he was just so goddamn smug.
SLAP!! My head was knocked back down to the bed by another blow.
"Lying Bitch!" he spat. "Fine, say what you want, but this cunt of yours
can't lie".
Quickly he was on me, spreading my legs, shoving himself forward till I could
feel his hated tool at the private entrance to my body--pushing, probing,
stretching. All the tears I'd held back during my last ordeal flowed freely as
I felt every inch of him filling me...splitting me.
"Ohhhhhyeahhhh baby.....so sweet", he was crooning as I sobbed. I wasn't
really crying out of pain or even fear this time. I think my tears were of
heartbreak. I remember feeling more defeated when he entered me this way than
anything that had happened so far. I mean, the face-fucking nightmare was no
more intimate than any violent attack--and it was bad enough, but now this
beast had invaded my very womanhood. Even if he stopped right now, it was too
late. He'd stolen something from me that could never be returned.
I desperately tried to block out thoughts of my poor husband while this animal
began thrusting and churning inside me. No other man had ever touched me since
before we got married. Tom had no idea what deviltry I'd been up to with this
online "friend", and never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined what
was happening to his wife right now. He was probably chatting happily online,
or watching tv...enjoying his time alone and waiting for me to come home from
the movie--still high and giving my giggling review of what I'd just watched.
I could never ever tell him about this night. I prayed he would never find
out. It would break his heart. I swore silently that I would take the events
of this night to my grave.
Chuck had been filling me with long, slow but steady thrusts--making that
shameful tingle inside me intensify and spread. Despite my tears, my agonizing
thoughts of Tom, and the pain in my arms, shoulders and wrists from having them
still bound and underneath me, an unwanted pleasure had begun building in me
and was growing. I was truly mortified--especially because the bastard knew
this.
"Haaaahhh....oh yes...cum for me doll", he coaxed as his thrusts steadily
picked up speed, making that hateful wave of pleasure build even higher.
"Oh,...Oh...Ohhhhh...uh uh uh ....uh uh....uuhhhhh", I could hear those
unmistakable moans and coos that herald an approaching orgasm escaping me,
encouraging him to go even faster...harder. NO!!, my mind was protesting
urgently. I can't possibly cum! Not like this...not with him. But the way he
was playing my body, the way he was moving, as if he knew what it liked...no
brutality this time, just hot hot fucking....was pushing my senses over the
edge. The sonofabitch was deliberately pushing me to a powerful climax.
Grunting and grinding in me, he began shouting encouragement.
"Do it bitch!! Uhhhh....cum on me! Cum on my cock ....ahhhhh yes my little
whore..."
WHACK WHACK WHACK went the headboard as it began hitting the wall...sounding
out a rhythm of lust.
"AAAAAHHHHhhhh...Ohhhhh...UUUHHHHH...." , my helpless cries of shameful
passion were mingling with his groans and curses...
He paused his steady rhythmic pounding long enough to seize my legs, pushing
my knees apart further and sliding his arms under them...using his weight to
shove them against my chest. This new position allowed even deeper penetration
than before and he soon resumed his frantic pace.
There was no hope of holding out now. The orgasmic waves that had been
lapping at me as they grew higher became a tidal wave of sensation. My body
stiffened suddenly as if electrocuted. My back arched...my head thrashed from
side to side....my helpless cries of building passion became gutteral,
animal-like shrieks as every nerve in my sex exploded and radiated signals of
bitter pleasure thru every limb. Indeed every inch of my captive body was
engulfed in that tidal wave as I writhed under the onslaught.
Dimly I could hear my rapist's howls of triumph and growls of pleasure as my
dramatic climax began pushing him over the edge as well. Harder than ever he
pounded his lust into me till he too, stiffened ..then gripped me even tighter
as I felt his hot rush of sperm shoot inside me.
Releasing my legs, he collapsed on top of me and laid there while we both
panted and gasped for breath. Nothing was said for quite a while. The
intensity of the encounter had stunned us both. Slowly he moved off of me,
laid on his side and began caressing me while staring at my face...into my
eyes, as if trying to read my thoughts.
"Would you please untie me now?" I whined. My arms were really killing me.
He nodded, still looking stunned, and pushed me onto my side, my back to him.
After some fumbling, he got my bra unknotted and my hands were finally free. I
hissed in pain when I pulled them away from my back and began rubbing them.
Chuck pulled me against him while we still lay on our sides, and was holding
me and snuggling against me spoon-like. Unbelievable.
"Damn baby!", he was whispering, "Oh wow.....that was so....ahh Christ,
you're really somethin' else".
Anger and hatred welled up in me again--they'd never really left, but had been
momentarily drowned out along with everything else in the throes of the
mind-blowing orgasm he'd forced on me. But I still hated him...fiercely. Just
because we'd both experienced what may have been the most powerful cum we'd
ever had, after everything he'd done to me, ...what the hell was he expecting?
Sighs and romance??
I suddenly broke his embrace and got off the bed. He looked at me, startled.
I looked back at him as I stood there, my eyes as cold as his had been before,
I'm sure. The hatred in them had to be obvious.
"I'm going now", I declared coldly. "Don't bother taking me back. I'll find
my way." I couldn't bear to be in his company another second, and surely he
was done with me. As it turned out, I should have at least pretended some
affection..
"THE FUCK YOU ARE!!", he shouted furiously. Jumping up from the bed, he
grabbed me by the arms and shook me hard as he continued yelling at me.
"Bitch, you don't fuckin leave till I THROW you out! You got that?? DO YOU?"
Oh god...I'd done it now. Whatever nice mood raping me had put him in was
gone now and the animal was back.
"You don't WANT me to be nice do you? You fuckin TRAMP!"
The last word was delivered with another hard slap, and I slumped in his grip,
sobbing again.
"I just want to go home!!" I cried.
"You might never go home again, slut!" He began laughing then--a harsh,
menacing sound.
"W-what?" My head jerked up in horror as I looked into his face. Was he
going to kill me then after all?
"Yeah, I just might keep you with me as my own personal fuck-slave." He began
warming to the idea. "That would be so fuckin cool ...I could keep you chained
up in my basement. Maybe get a dog cage for you. Fuck you whenever I want.
I've read about how to break a slut....always wanted to try it.." He was
grinning...looking dreamy-eyed as if he were really getting into the awful
notion of keeping me like some kind of pet.
"Chuck...please don't say that!" I began to beg. "You....you....oh god...you
can't just keep me forever! Don't do that to me....I have a family!" I was
crying harder as I pleaded.
"Oh, I know. When I got tired of you I could probably sell you. You know,
there really is a market for sex slaves. You just gotta know how to find a
buyer. Shouldn't be too hard these days. What with the internet and all.
Hell you can find anything there".
I was horrified. To be raped was one thing....hopefully I could walk away
from this and put it behind me, but I knew I'd rather die than endure what he
was describing.
Throwing me onto the bed again, he sneered, "How would you like that whore?
You'd never see your faggot husband or brat again!" He cackled wickedly and I
completely broke down.
I could vaguely hear him rummaging around the room, opening drawers and laying
out things as I cried hysterically.
"Aw shut up" he said mildly, "can't you take a joke?"
A JOKE??? I couldn't believe this. Too frightened to show further anger,
however, I pleaded again to be allowed to leave.
Climbing onto the bed, he roughly shoved me onto my stomach and pulled my arms
behind me again. I felt rope winding around my wrists.
"Nope, not yet slut. I'm not done with you."
"Oh God....Pleeeaaase!" I sobbed. "Haven't you done enough to me?" Rope was
now being wound around my ankles tightly. Pulling them up, he fastened them to
my bound wrists. I was now painfully hog-tied.
"No I haven't, but I've definitely heard enough out of you" he chuckled as he
picked up my panties from the floor and shoved them into my mouth as far as he
could get them. I could feel myself trying to gag as my already tortured
throat tried to expel them from its entrance. With a great effort, I made
myself stop gagging and try to adapt to the new invasion. Another length of
rope was tied around my still-open mouth to hold them in place so I couldn't
spit them out. Chuck stood back to admire his handiwork.
"Goddamn, that's so sexy", he sighed. "There's nothing and I mean nothing
sexier than a hog-tied bitch with a gag in her mouth....and baby, you're about the
sexiest I've seen"
Without warning he reached over to one of my breasts and pinched the nipple
tightly, twisting it hard for good measure. I screamed in surprised pain.
"Perfect. I barely heard anything ...just a sexy noise. Now nobody can hear
you but me. Damn I love to hear gagged screams."
I couldn't believe he'd just hurt me so much for no other reason than to test
out my gag. How could I have been friends with someone so sadistic?
I made another painful sound into the gag as he pulled my head up by my hair.
His lips were to my ear so I wouldn't miss one terrifying word of what he said
next.
"And baby I'm gonna hear all kinds of screams before we're done. You didn't
think I'd forgotten about that gorgeous tight ass of yours did you?
Without meaning to I gave him the thrill he was after by screaming again into
the gag. I couldn't help it. I was trying to scream "NOOOO!! OH PLEASE
DON'T DO THAT!!! DONNNN'T!!!" but all that was escaping was something that
sounded like "MMMMMPPHH OOOHHHH...EEEEEESHHHH OHHHHH!!"
He was laughing as he said, "Riiiight....scream for me bitch....look how
fuckin hard I am again."
He was. Oh God....I knew he was going to hurt me badly now. If for no other
reason than to hear my muffled screams.
He retrieved his knife from the floor then, and began amusing himself by
running the sharp blade over my face, down my neck. Pushing me onto my side
he 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. The scaredest I'd been since this nightmare
began.
"I could take one of these with me you know", he said softly as he circled one
of my breasts with his blade. "There's not one single thing you could do to
stop me either......oh baby..I can just imagine how your screams would sound".
More helpless screams tore thru my gagged throat. Could somebody just die of
fear?, I wondered.
I don't think I really believed he would do that. I was hoping he was only
saying these horrible things to terrorize me as much as possible. It was
working, because I really had no idea what he would or wouldn't do. I knew
things like that happened every day. And he was obviously crazy....I mean,
here I was.
Chuck 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 thru the gag, so he soon became bored and
moved on to a subject he knew would get a reaction out of me. Pulling my head
straight back by my hair again, he put his lips to my ear and said in a low,
rasping voice,
"Gawd, what a fine ass.....I can't wait to shove my dick in there...and I'm
going to doll....there's not one damn thing you can do about it"
The high-pitched wail coming from me was pleasing him again. I knew he meant
what he said this time. No matter why he was telling me.
I felt him untying my ankles from my wrists, then my ankles were untied from
each other. I remember feeling a brief hope that maybe he'd release me after
all when he began untying my wrists as well. That hope was soon dashed when I
realized he was only untying me in order to tie me again differently. When he
was finished I was on my stomach with each wrist tied to each ankle, so that my
limbs could be spread.
Chuck's rough hands began to roam over my helplessly exposed behind while he
made sounds like a starving man who sees a feast laid out before him. I was
moaning and trembling in dread of what I knew was about to happen. Even my
heart felt like it was trembling inside me as it hammered out a cold scared
rhythm.
"This is it baby....the grand finale", his voice sounded thick with new lust.
"I've wanted to nail that beautiful ass ever since I saw that picture of it".
He was behind me now, pulling apart my bound-together limbs as he spoke.
"Now it's mine.....all mine"
I pulled at my restraints as hard as I could, shaking my head NO frantically,
screaming "NOOOO!! DON'T!! DONNNN'T!!!" into the gag. The panic I'd been
fighting all night descended on me now. He was right--there was nothing I could
do. There was no escape. Beneath the panic and terror I knew that my screams
and useless struggles were not only inflaming his lust even more, but would
only intensify the pain that was in store for me. I knew this, but couldn't
stop....no more than I could escape or stop what was happening to me. I'd
never been so panicked and so helpless to save myself.
See, I'd experienced anal sex before. I knew how much pain was involved, or
so I thought. My limited experience with this type of sex was of the gently
probing, inch-by-inch variety. But no matter how gentle and caring were the
lovers I'd allowed to take me that way, there was always intense pain involved.
My complete terror and dread came from knowing that this man, this horrific
parody of a lover, would in no way be gentle and patient with me. There would
be no concern for my pain, just the opposite; there would be a lust for it. I'd
roleplayed with him, remember. His graphic descriptions of how he would
sodomize me made me shudder at the time and feel very glad that we were only
pretending. Now the pretending was over.
He was gripping my hips tightly, his weight on his arms holding the lower part
of my body down easily while the rest of me was still thrashing wildly,
determined to make it as hard for him as I could. In my hopeless desperation I
think I was hoping he would just give up. Yeah, I know that was dumb...but who
could think clearly at a time like that?
He let go of me with one hand and I could feel his hardness between my legs as
he rubbed it over my swollen pussy lips. He was laughing because I was still
so wet. To my dismay I was wetter than ever. Some of it was his recent
ejaculation, but most of it was me and we both knew it. I didn't even want to
know why I was so wet when I was so scared at the same time. I gasped as he
harshly entered me; moaned as he fucked me hard for several minutes, then
shrieked again when he pulled out and began forcing himself between my
asscheeks. After some probing (accompanied with curses at me and commands to
"keep still goddammit") his awful weapon found its target and began pushing
relentlessly forward.
My heart-stopping panic intensified as all of my body's resistance was
conquered by the invading shaft. The steady pressure against my small opening
soon became a blinding agony as the muscle was forced to stretch unnaturally
wide to accomodate it. Although he spared me the savage first thrust I'd been
fearfully expecting, he wasn't exactly gentle either. Once his massive
tool--slick from our combined juices he'd just dipped into--began to open me he
didn't hesitate to keep pushing till he was buried in my ass to the hilt. My
desperate pleading shrieks had become long shrill screams of unbearable pain
that no gag could muffle completely.
Chuck only paused for a few moments after his entire length was inside
me....to relish my screams, my pain, my tightness.
"OHHHH FUCCK THAT'S TIGHT!!!", I could dimly hear him shouting behind my own
screams. "Damn, that sounds so sexy.... Here it comes bitch"
My screams became even louder if possible when, before I could recover from
the agony of his sudden initial entry, he pulled out about halfway and drove
forward again...harder this time. Again and again he pulled out, sometimes
nearly all the way, only to force his way back into my ass harder than ever....
my tortured screams driving him on to even crueler thrusts.
"...SCREAM BITCH!!! SCREEEEAMM!!!", he shouted as he furiously pounded his
lust into me...mercilessly.....the pace of his thrusts increasing by the
second.
I'm sure he wasn't disappointed. I was screaming so hard at that point my
vocal chords were beginning to feel damaged.
My cries began to taper off as the horrible pain lessened to a dull, raw and
chafing ache under the frenzied assault. I realized I would survive this and
steeled myself to endure it till he finished and prayed it would be soon.
Before long I was only crying out when, sensing my grim detachment, Chuck would
stab into me with a cruel lunge while yanking my helpless body against his by
my hips or sometimes by my bound limbs....sending a sharp fresh pain through my
violated rear passage and forcing more muffled screams from my tortured throat.
The torment seemed to go on forever. I suppose I wasn't terrorized enough to
suit him, because at one point he paused long enough to remove my gag, then
loop a length of rope around my neck. I gasped when he gripped the rope
tightly, pulling me back towards him with it, and resumed raping my ass with
long, hard strokes. The rope was pulled tighter with each forward lunge. His
voice was suddenly in my ear.
"Wanna die like this cunt? While I'm fucking your ass?" he began laughing
maniacally.
I understood why the gag was no longer needed as I struggled to speak, to
scream...anything! I couldn't make any sounds except quietly choking ones. My
vocal chords were squeezed to silence and soon my air was cut off as well.
"Uuuh...yeah....I could choke the life out of you right now slut, and nobody
would know...", more laughter, then, "Are you scared? Are you??"
Oh god...why was he doing this? I was thrashing as hard as my bound and
painfully impaled body was able to, wondering if this was it....if my life
would be over in a few more minutes.
He had shifted position and was lying on top of me now, between my tightly
bound and spread limbs while he fucked and choked me. Suddenly his hand snaked
underneath me. His fingers soon found my clit and began working it expertly.
The sensation-- all sensations--seemed intensified as I struggled to breathe.
He was playing with me by letting up on the pressure of the rope long enough
for me to gasp in a few breaths, then he would tighten it again as he continued
to rape me while stimulating my clitoris.
I don't know if it was the terror of impending death, the skill of his
fingers, the constant steady thrusts into my tortured bottom, or all things
combined: But I was suddenly aware that a violent orgasm was building
rapidly. When it hit me, it hit without further warning and it hit hard.
For the most part, Chuck's grip on the rope had loosened considerably, and he
seemed to be holding it mostly for show as he concentrated his efforts
elsewhere. Then for the second time that night my body stiffened as the jolts
hit me. Animal-like cries escaped me and bright lights flashed and exploded
behind my closed eyes.
Dimly I could hear him gasp with surprise, then roar as my violated rectum
clamped onto his invading cock--as if in revenge. Meanwhile my whole body was
shuddering and thrashing with the power of this unexpected climax. I can't
even say it was pleasurable, but it was the most intense thing I ever felt. I
was assaulted by those violent waves as surely as I was being assaulted by this
horrible creep who was causing them.
"AAAgghhhh!!! OH FUCK!!! .....godDAMN!!!" he shouted, then began slamming
into my still-spasming hole harder than ever while jerking me back by the rope
around my neck. I surely would have screamed again; it hurt so badly, but that
was impossible since once again my air was cut off by the ever-tightening rope.
I could tell by his violent, quickening thrusts, groans and curses that his
own delayed orgasm was finally about to hit, but those excruciating moments
were like a grotesque race. Would he finally cum before I strangled during his
throes? Would he remember to release his tighter-than-ever grip on the rope in
time when his lust was finally sated? Or was this his intention all
along....to take my very life just as he'd taken everything else as he blasted
off into my dying body? My fate was totally in his hands. There was nothing I
could do.
The edges of my vision were going dark when I felt his body stiffen on top of
me, his rampaging tool beginning to jerk inside me. Then, with a loud shout
and another five or six violent forward shoves, I finally felt the wetness
inside my horribly used ass as he began shooting his third load of the night
into my bowels. He was finally spent, and only then did he release the rope,
right before pulling out of me.
Once again I gulped huge gasps of air then collapsed, sobbing with relief that
he was finished and I was still alive. He rolled off me and lay on his back
panting. That and my quiet sobs were the only noises in the room for a very
long time. I could feel his eyes on me, but I'd turned my head away from him,
my eyes closed. I couldn't look at him anymore. I didn't want to see his face
ever again. It sounded like he was about to say something, but didn't.
Instead he got up from the bed and soon I heard water running from what must
have been the bathroom.
I lay there, still bound, in pain and in shock I think. It seemed that a
million different thoughts were flying thru my mind, but none of them would
stay with me. Any attempt at coherent thought failed miserably since all
thoughts would dissapate like smoke. I couldn't focus. I didn't even know
what was going to happen to me next.
I finally opened my eyes when Chuck returned. I still couldn't look at his
face, but I saw him well enough to see that he was dressed now, and I took that
as a hopeful sign. Maybe this nightmare was really almost over.
He untied me then. I sat up slowly, trying to rub the circulation back into
my arms and legs. He stood watching me quietly, then stepped forward and
handed my clothes to me. He'd been holding them all along I guess.
"Here, Heather", he said in a quiet voice that sounded nothing like the mean,
taunting, cursing animal I'd just spent the evening being abused by. So it's
Heather now?, I remember thinking. I wondered what happened to Bitch, Cunt or
any number of the charming names he'd referred to me as all night.
"You probably want to go to the bathroom."
I did look up then. I had to see if he looked as different as he sounded.
The rage and venom seemed to be missing, but I still didn't trust him.
"Go on....really.....go ahead". he said while standing back, as if to assure
me he wouldn't interfere, or that this wasn't a cruel trick.
"You......you're ...." I stuttered, scared to even ask.
"What?"
"You're going to....to let me go now?" There. It was out. I waited for the
laughter, the taunts, the namecalling. Stupid Bitch probably the first.
"Yeah", he sighed. "I'll take you back to your car. Whenever you're ready,
ok?"
Still eyeing him warily, I snatched my clothes from his outstretched arms and
dashed to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it before he could
change his mind and start hitting me or something.
Once alone, I sank to the floor with my back against the wall and just sat
there a while, hugging my knees to my chest. I didn't cry. This was the time
I needed to pull myself together. I had no idea what time it was. The ordeal
had seemed to last for hours and hours. Surely it was close to morning.
God...Tom must be frantic with worry, I thought with real pain. I then
remembered the watch in my purse. I'd put it in there the other day because
the band had broken on it, but the watch itself was still working.. With much
trepidation I looked thru my purse till I found it. 11:22 it said. NO WAY!!
The movie I'd meant to watch that night wouldn't even be over yet. And even if
it was, I remembered telling Tom before I left that I'd probably make a stop at
the 24-hour Wal-Mart, and he knew I took forever in there. That should give me
enough time to get myself together mentally before I went home and had to face
my husband.
Now I needed to concentrate on getting my look back together. I knew I must
be a mess, but I still got quite a shock when I stood back up and looked into
the mirror. I heard myself moaning with dismay. Oh my god....how was I going
to explain this? My almost deathly-pale face was a canvas of splotches, some
of them turning to bruises. My upper lip was swelling at the corner of my
mouth, and I could see the dried blood from where it had split. I remembered
the hard slaps I'd received when I tried to escape, and I hated Chuck with a
new fury. There were marks on my neck from the rope, and the thin cut on my
neck had broken open and fresh blood was smeared there. I was already making
plans to wear a lot of choker-necklaces and high-necked blouses for the next
several days.
Chuck had unfortunately picked that moment to stand outside the door and ask,
"Heather? You ok?" He must have heard me when I saw my face.
The hatred I saw in the mirror distorted my face even further. I bit back the
"fuck you asshole" that sprung to my lips first. I was still scared to death
of him after all, and my mouth had probably gotten me in enough trouble that
night, so instead I shot back simply "I'm PEACHY!". Ok, so it came out
sounding louder and more sarcastic than I meant for it to....but dammit, ..I'd
been hurt by him. Badly.
My sarcasm didn't seem to offend him since I heard him moving further into the
room muttering, "Ok...ok. just checking". I turned back to the mirror to
survey the damage further. My eyes were puffy and red from crying. That
wasn't good. I'm one of those people who can't cry even a little without it
ruining my eyes for the rest of the day. I tried to remember which movie I'd
said I was seeing that night; it had been wiped from my mind for a while. It
came to me then. American Psycho. Shit. It wasn't likely I could convince
Tom that this movie was a tear-jerker. Otherwise that problem would be
covered. He knew what a baby I was over sad movies. He'd laughed and teased
me when I came home with red and puffy eyes after seeing Titanic.
I began to clean myself up as best as I could. I didn't want to take a shower
here, although a shower is what I longed for the most. For one thing it would
take too long. I wanted out of here and as far away from that bastard outside
the door as I could get. I made do with the sink and a wet washrag and tried
to scrub as much of his touch and scent from me as I could.
My hair was a matted mess...it had been pulled so many times I wasn't
surprised. After combing thru it and applying some makeup, I did look a little
better, but I still had these awful bruises to explain. I decided I'd just
have to think of something and hope I could be convincing. I didn't even know
how I was going to face going home at all. How could I just act like
everything was normal when everything was fucked up beyond words?
