FUCKED!

A tale of torment by Barbie

Chapter 1 – Trapped

I would describe my ‘abduction' as surreal. I didn't even know what the word meant before. I knew the definition, but not how it really felt to live it. Or maybe it's just that my own ‘abduction', in the safety of my home, was beyond surreal. My head was spinning with the suddenness of it all. I had been neatly captured and rendered helpless within seconds. When I opened the door earlier and was suddenly confronted by the man, the sight of him, masked and all in black, had caused me to stagger backwards in shock allowing him to quietly step inside my house.

My arms were brought roughly together behind my back. My knees buckled, and I hanged briefly in the stranger's grasp. I began to struggle when he placed his hand over my mouth, trapping my screams in my throat. I began to breathe heavily and felt my heart pounding in apprehension of what might happen next. He pressed me against the wall and whispered in my ear “Keep quiet!” I twisted away from the wall, but he pushed me back. I heard the sound of my silky top snagging on the rough wall as my breasts rubbed against it. He was too strong for me to break free. Eyes wide with terror, breathing heavily, I nodded. I stopped struggling as I knew I had no chance against him now: I was firmly captured.

He wrapped one of his strong harm around me and gripped me with crushing strength, pinning my arms to my sides. Again I started struggling violently against him but I was helpless as he dragged me into the sittin room. Pulling me into the drawin room, he forced me to kneel face down on the sofa and straddled my ass. My frantic struggles only made him work harder, but he got me there.

He took his hand off of my mouth and pulled both of my arms behind me. He could suffer my screaming for a few seconds while he reached into his pockets searching for something. My heart began beating faster and my breath quickened as the fear of what was about to happen grew. My cries were deafening, hurrying him on. Seconds later his rough hands grabbed my wrists and crossed them, circling them with a plastic strip. The binding was swift and brutal, the heavy plastic zip-tie hurt badly but once tightened it could only be cut loose. I felt the plastic tie being slipped around my wrists and pulled tight with a quick hard tug. It made a zipping sound as he threaded and tightened it until it dug painfully into my flesh. I gasped as the plastic tie pinched my delicate skin. He noticed my wince as the circulation was almost cut off in my wrists . “Too tight bitch? ” I tried tentatively to move my wrists inside the bond but it was unyielding. It allowed no play, every movement sent sharp stabs of pain lancing through my wrists. Simple but terribly effective. I was helpless and in pain, wondering bitterly how long I would have to stay this way.

“What's your name cunt?” the masked man then asked me. There was no response, he was still holding me face down on the sofa. “Don't make me ask again bitch! What's your fucking name?” the man asked again pressing my pretty face even harder onto the sofa, his voice harsh with anger.

“B-B-Barbara... My name is Barbara...” I managed to sob, my voice was muffled because my face was pressed down onto the sofa; there was fear in my voice.

“That's better bitch. Now, there's a hard way and an easy way to play this game. Basically this game is one in which we have some fun together and then I fuck your snobbish cunt. Understand?” he whispered, his mouth inches from my ear. I couldn't know, but this ‘game' he referred to was one in which he was very experienced. The man enjoyed all aspects of this strange game; the preparation, the chase, the capture, the rape of his prey. He slowly removed his hands from my shoulders, allowing me to raise my head and gasp for breath. “Are you going to be nice? Or do I have to play rough? It doesn't matter to me, either way I get what I want”. As the man said this he was caressing my hair, and I shivered with fear and revulsion at his touch.

“Please leave! I won't tell anyone! No one will know you were here. Do you want money? I have lots of money!” I said. The man stared at me; I was too scared to look at him; the black mask he wore hid his face and all I could see were his dead eyes. He knew what I did not, that all this, like all his ‘games', has been carefully planned, that he'd been watching me, for quite some time. Everything about me was familiar to him, from the scent I wore, every curve of my body, my work schedule, hobbies, even what books I read and music I listened to were burned into his brain. He had watched my movements, watched and waited for the right opportunity… another one of my husband's long business trips overseas.

“Money? Is that what you think I want stupid cock-teaser? This is no robbery...” as he said this, the man slid his hands down my back, gently cupping my bottom. I could not see that he was smiling behind his mask as he touched my fit body, he could see the outline of my thong through the black leather of my short skirt. His cock started to stir inside his black jeans.

“ You are a teasing bitch and you have a nice little ass underneath this sluttish skirt… that's what I want! I want to make you cry as I fuck this nice ass of yours. Have you ever been taken up the ass, slut?” he asked as he traced his fingers along my thong line.

At this I screamed and started to struggle away from him. The man leaned back slightly and I squirmed away from him, then I was free and I hurtled as fast as my vertiginous heels and the tight leather skirt would allow me towards the door. My high, spiked heels clacked on the floor and f or once I wish I wasn't wearing them, my running made even more unsteady by my hands still tightly tied behind my back. The man watched me; this always amused him, this aspect of the game; like a cat with a mouse he played with me. He watched as I reached the door, he knew that my hopes of escape were rising by the second as I made my way down the hall. Then, quick as a cat, he jumped up and raced after me, shouting “I'm coming to get you! You are such a naughty bitch, running from me!” I gave a despairing scream and looked round and saw the masked man sprinting towards me.

As I reached the front door and frantically tried to unlock it I was suddenly slammed hard into it. Then he spun me round and threw me to the floor. I landed heavily, the wind knocked out of me, I felt dazed and shocked from banging my head against the door. The man glared down at me as I lay in an untidy sprawl, the leather skirt hiked up around my thighs, my legs and my lingerie exposed.

What a sight greeted him. The skirt lay in ruffles across my stomach, just peeking beneath it lay a lacy black thong which did not hide much of my private parts. Black suspenders snaked their way across my tanned thighs to hold up sheer black stockings. The stocking tops and suspenders framed my neatly trimmed pubic area wonderfully. I was helpless, vulnerable and undeniably beautiful. I tried to forget all the bad horror movies I've ever seen, all of the news articles I've ever read…

I wished I had dressed differently to go out with my friends that night. It was Friday, and I wanted to blow off some steam. Some of my friends were going to meet at a bar and have a few drinks. A husband and a high demanding well paid job meant I hadn't had a proper time out in weeks, so I was really looking forward to this. After work I took a taxi home and slipped out of the designer two-piece skirt suit and form fitting shirt that along with sheer black stockings and stiletto heels is my typical business attire, and had a nice long shower. My sensitive breasts were washed much longer then needed: I enjoyed the feeling of hot water running over them while gently working my nipples.

I am proud of my look, and I've always liked the idea of men's attention to me because of my body, a gorgeous 32 year old statuesque blond with a permanently tanned skin. I can honestly say that I stand out from the crowd: 5'11”, neatly groomed shoulder length blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a blinding white smile framed by a pair of silky, sensuous full lips that begged to be kissed.

Feeling hot, I put on clothes that in a sexy way showed off my sexy body more than usual. Soft, silky and alluring was what my emotions told me I should choose for my lingerie. Silky sheer stockings, lacy thong, garter belt and push-up bra all in black were picked to caress my body. My nipples stood erect behind the flimsy brassiere material and my body felt electrified. A straight cut black leather skirt that gently hugged my hips and stopped well above my knees, revealing more than enough of my slender, shapely legs , and a black silky half top that just barely came down to my belly button allowing a glimpse of my bronzed flat stomach and some cleavage, were instead chosen to care for my ‘outer' pleasure.

My fingers finished clipping the sheer stockings to the garter belt, the carefully manicured blood-red nails creating a significant contrast on the black silk, then my hands heaved my firm round 34C breast as I did the silk of the top, proud of my impressive bust. I dressed slowly letting every different sensation from the variety of fabrics penetrate my being. Satisfied that the leather skirt was showing off enough of my nicely rounded, tight and firm ass, I completed my outfit with a pair of shiny black 4 inch stiletto heels with ankle straps and pointy toes that made my legs look even longer than they were. Once dressed I admired my handiwork in a full-length mirror, turning around , modelling, and looking at my attractive ass. I decided to finish the ensemble with a silver circles chain belt, surely adequate to accentuate the curves of my hips. I definitely wanted to make sure my feminine appearance wouldn't pass unnoticed.

I was dressed to kill and I looked hot, “Maybe a little too much” I remembered saying to myself, but since the clock was working overtime I decided to go like that. A little make-up, my eye shadow and black eyeliner to enhance my natural sparkling blue eyes and my favourite glossy red lipstick matching the colour of my inch-long impeccably manicured fingernails, and I was ready to rock. The evening with my friends was great. I had a great time, drinking, dancing and flirting. Dancing is something I am really good at, and I enjoy doing things I am good at. The alcohol made me flirt more than I have done in years so I made sure some of the men in the club could get a glimpse of me adjusting the sheer black stockings and pulling them tight on the suspenders. As a consequence I had to spend great part of the evening turning down their advances, regarding everyone with a wide smile that, for all its toothiness, had no real warmth in it . I just love to tease, I love when men look at me, following the glossy line right down my back to my trim ass, looking at things they can't have… I know it's cruel but it's so much fun to be a tease.

He looked at the silky, half top and black lacy bra, the one where my nipples were subtly, but clearly visible, my black satiny thong panties, and my black sheer stockings with garter belt with what looked like amazement. He probably wasn't expecting the bonus of sexy underwear, but he liked it. He was probably asking himself whether I was a high priced whore or a woman who, underneath her clothes, is a shameless slut. Undoubtedly he couldn't believe his eyes, I looked like I had been cut out of a movies or a fashion magazine… what a whore, what a delicious slut I was, who wouldn't have wanted to fuck me? I was mortified. “ Filthy cum-slurping slut you really were expecting me with your whore underwear, don't you?” mocking laughter followed.

I had finished off in the top three of my class in business-school. At 23 I had got a promising job in a well recommended company and now had a life most women would kill for, a beautiful 30 something who wanted and had it all: a great career, a successful attentive husband, if off on some business trip tonight, and a long, well toned body to die for. I knew that word had got around that I didn't get that job only because of my skills, and I hated that. I know I am smart, and that I would have got that job without being a ‘hottie'. Of course, there had been several colleagues that had attempted to kiss my lips, among other things, but I had always gently refused any offers of dating with the guys from work, meetings like that would have been like gasoline on fire to my reputation. Nonetheless this has never discouraged me from showing off my body also at work. After all, glamorous lingerie and expensive nylons aren't just for the weekend, are they? I exuded sexuality, even in the tailored business suits I wore to work and I work hard to keep myself in pretty good shape, nothing too muscular and nothing too masculine. I simply love the open looks at my body, feeling eyes burned on my ass, legs and breasts when I walk somewhere in. Not this time though, now I only felt ashamed.

I sighed. Now the sexy underwear I had worn to tease was only making me feel like one of those sex objects I had heard about. The flimsy bra which barely covered my voluptuous breasts was barely keeping them from escaping their skimpy cups. They were sticking out even more due to my arms being pulled back so tightly behind my back. And the sexy garter belt and sheer black stockings now would only serve to stimulate my attacker instead of just teasing. I was still wearing those all too scanty, nearly transparent panties I had bought for what should have been very special occasions, and which didn't do much to hide my intimate parts. My see through bra wasn't doing much better either. That was another thing I had bought especially for some special night with my husband. It naughtily revealed and uplifted my firm breasts, not that they needed much uplifting in the first place, but I had found it would create that enhancing effect which most women would die for. Now, I thought, these clothes might be what I'll die for if they prove to be too enticing! My struggling was making my breasts spill out of the bra, but there wasn't much I could do about it for now. All the time I spent taunting men was coming back to haunt me… Thanks to my flirting, teasing and overall stupidity I was going to spend the night being brutally raped, abused and tormented by a real psycho.

“Are you happy now sluttish cock-teaser? All you have achieved is to make me angry… why can't you just accept the situation? Now... get on your fucking knees where you belong whore!” the man angrily spat these words to me. The man, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and lust, moved threateningly towards me as I hesitated. I looked at the masked figure standing before me and started to cry. I struggled to my knees, my eyes downcast, my body trembling.

A feeling of utter helplessness and despair descended on me, while again I desperately tested the heavy plastic tie holding my hands uselessly behind my back. Only half an hour ago, I was in a nightclub enjoying the evening, the drinks and the conversation. Now I was tied up, helplessly trapped in a nightmare that was only just beginning. It was terrifying. This wasn't just a robbery. And this wasn't the usual burglary tie-up where the victims are bound and gagged to give the burglar time to get away. This was kidnapping or rape, maybe both.

He took the revolver from the back of his trouser and in a flash had it pointed at my head. I hadn't even noticed he was carrying a revolver. Now I was beyond frightened. If you've never had a gun pointed at you, there's no way to understand the pure horror... the sick awareness that you're only one jerk of a finger away from death. He began speaking to me in a low, deceptively soft voice which did nothing to conceal the menace “This is a real gun… believe me” Fearing he planned to silence me forever, I nodded yes shaking my head slightly… terrified of making a wrong move, crying harder.

“You know, you're a fucking cock-teaser, with those tits and all your sluttish underwear” the man told me. I felt something cold and hard pressed up against me. I knew it was the gun. The man laid the top of the barrel flat on my tight belly and then slowly slid it up underneath my bra and between my two breasts. “That's a mighty fine set of knockers you got there” he whispered to me. I closed my eyes and turned my face but still felt his hot breath blowing up against my cheeks. He moved the barrel of the gun over my face. I was scared to even breathe. Now he softly caressed my trembling lips with the cold steel, caressing them as gently as a lover's fingertip would. Suddenly his other hand gripped a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, simultaneously pushing the gun at my lips harder, hurting them.

“Suck on this you filthy whore” I couldn't believe he expected me to open my mouth so he could stick a gun in there! How could I? I fixed my eyes on his, trying to plead with him not to do this to me, but the only noise I could make was a soft high-pitched wail. More tears filled my eyes when I saw not a hint of mercy in his. He wanted to see me suck his gun barrel. For him, this was a fantasy, and I was nothing to him, not a person at all in that context. “P-p-please… I can't” I whispered.

“Do it bitch” I heard a click as he cocked the gun, “or I decorate the fucking walls with your useless brain!” That did it. With a gasping sob, I parted my lips somehow and felt the cold hard steel of the weapon being pushed into my mouth. The metallic oily taste was like death itself to me. His grip on my hair tightened as he started moving the gun in and out; pushing it harder and further inside each time, building speed. My mind couldn't let go of the knowledge that the gun was cocked, and any wrong move on his part or mine would be the end of me. I was so sure it would go off, I didn't bother praying that it wouldn't… I only prayed that I wouldn't feel it.

“Mmmm… Do a good job and maybe I'll fuck you with it later” he crooned. My eyes, wild with fright flew to him briefly. I was dismayed, but not really surprised to see his hand almost absently stroking the noticeable bulge in his pants.

“That's it whore… suck it!” his voice was tense, “How do you like it? How does it feel to suck Death's dick?” All I could do was hold still, keep my mouth open, and pray he would get tired of this deadly game soon. “I guess Death can wait a little while. Looks like my friend here wants to take his place.” With that he pulled the gun from my mouth to my shuddery sigh of relief.

“You are supposed to wake up from nightmares” I told myself. “Wake up!” I thought, then I realized this was no nightmare. It was real. The man loved this moment, this moment when I realised that this was no fantasy, that this was for real… and that there was no escape. He liked the look on my face, there was something about me, and he was going to enjoy this. He reached for the zip on his black jeans and slowly started to pull the zip down. The noise of his zip seemed unnaturally loud in the silence of the quiet house. The man was angry that I refused to look at him; he wanted to see the fear on my face as he exposed himself. “Don't you want to see what I have for you? Look at me... look at my black cock... you fucking slut!” his voice was hoarse with passion and twisted lust.

I shook my head violently and stared fixedly at a point on the carpet. His hand reached out and grabbed at my hair, pulling my head up. I yelled in pain and tried to pull his hand away from my dishevelled hair. He was too strong for me and I grimaced in pain as he held my hair tight, holding me so I could not help but look at him. Mutely I shook my head and shut my eyes, but the man saw the look of defiance in my blue eyes before I shut them.

“Still wanting to play silly games cock-teaser? If you are not a good girl then you are a bad girl… and do you know what happens to bad girls? They get… well, let's say that you will find out what happens to bad girls!” the man said, a note of cruelty in his voice that caused more tears to run down my cheeks.

I felt a sudden urge to vomit as I saw how the front of his underwear was bunched up with a massive erection. The man pulled his cock out of his jeans. A thick bush of curling black pubic hair surrounded a massive erection that looked more like some huge club than a human organ. His massive scrotum was drawn up tight with need making it look like a black wrinkled baseball bat. In my mind I could already see myself being ravaged by the bestial looking member. His cock was already hard and throbbing for release, t he erect rape monster was already leaking pre-cum from its velvet tip . He leaned forward and I flinched and let out a small cry as he rubbed his black cock over my face, pre-cum leaving a trail over my face. The man sighed loudly in satisfaction at the feel of my smooth skin on his hard cock.

Still holding me by the hair he reached down with his free hand and grasped his cock and stroked it, he shuddered in pleasure and anticipation. H e was gripping the largest cock that I had ever seen. It must have been over ten inches long and as big around as a soda bottle. I shook my head violently as I twisted and pulled at the plastic tie holding me prisoner as the now naked intruders approached me.

He grabbed my hair and twisted my head sideways, his cum covered cock rubbing over my lips, his cum dribbling down my chin. I mumbled back, trying to avoid the sticky cum on my lips. Some of the thick, salty fluid entered my mouth and I almost choked on the bad tasting fluid. I sucked a few penises before, but I didn't like it all: miserable experiences, all-embarrassing, I found giving head such a humiliating experience. Not that I just didn't want to do it, I even tasted a man's cum once and hated it so badly, it tasted like really salty, stale milk. After that one time, I vowed that I wouldn't let another man ever cum in my mouth. I clamped my lips tight. Never would I suck his cock. Never would his cum fill my mouth. “Suck my cock snot-nosed cunt” he laughed softly at my horrified expression “I want that aristocratic mouth of yours wrapped around my black dick”

“Open up classy cock-sucker, I'm going to stick my black cock into your ambitious mouth and you're going to swallow whatever it happens to spit at you… and remember, no teeth!” this last remark was accompanied by a vicious twist of my blond hair which caused me to open my mouth to cry out in pain.

This was what the man was hoping for and pushing forward he pressed his cock into my open mouth. My eyes were wide open in shock while my mouth was filled with over six inches of hard cock, my red painted lips wrapped so tight around the massive weapon that I thought they would tear. I t was so big, my jaws felt like they would break, I couldn't even bite, it was that big . My body was being bent backwards, I had to put my bound arms out behind me to keep from falling over. The taste repulsed me and I felt so humiliated. Mercilessly he pulled on my hair and fed me more of his cock.

He laughed in triumph as I could barely stretch my jaws apart to accommodate his girth and I gagged while swallowing at least nine inches of his massive meaty dick, and started to push in and out of my mouth. I tried to pull my head back to escape him but he held my head in a vice like grip. I tried to scream but it only made him tighten his grip on my hair and push his cock further down my throat. The sound of my revulsion as I was forced to suck his cock filled the room, while my mouth was pervaded with the salty taste of his pre-cum. I could feel the huge veins running up the side, the mushroom head pushing farther into the hot confines of my nearly virgin mouth.

My tongue moved over the cock trying to push it out, it jumping in response, pleasuring him instead. He put his other leg over the other side of my body, his hand behind my head as he filled my mouth with his raping weapon, grunting as he pumped in and out of my mouth. I gagged and choked each time he pumped it hard into the back of my mouth, my choking and gagging milking his cock effectively, the mushroom head jamming to enter my tiny throat.

“UUUUHHH!!!” he shouted as he pumped my mouth, his hard stomach pounding painfully against my nose, his heavy laden balls banging against my chin. I gagged as he began to push it deeper and deeper into my throat. He grasped my jaw, tilted my head back, and pressed harder. My throat protested, resisted, and then with a hard gulp opened, giving passage to his rigid tool. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my throat, he could tell by the way I was gagging that I had never had a cock in my throat before and he was glad he was the one to break the rich white bitch in.

His cock was now forced deep into my throat, his hand running down to my neck, playing with the string of pearls I was wearing around it and feeling his cock deep in me. I gasped and gagged, unable to breathe as his cock forced open my throat. My rapist withdrew his cock from my throat, allowing me to quickly grab some air before beginning its painful journey back into my throat. It hurt each time he fucked into me, his body smashing into my face, I was retching and couldn't breathe. But he did not care about my pain, only his pleasure. He moved my head up and down his cock by my hair “Suck it good bitch, come on you can do better than that. You don't want me to start spanking you, do you?” Even with his cock in my mouth he could hear my protest. But the last I wanted was a slap on my ass. The cock in my mouth was growing bigger and bigger and I was careful not to let my teeth in the way, what would he do to me then? I didn't have a chance with my hands tied like they were. Wrapping his hands in my hair, he began to fuck my face furiously, slamming so deep that my nose was pressed into his pubic hair. This was no ‘blowjob'; he was just using me, raping my mouth, fucking my face in a savage thrusting rhythm.

The excitement he had felt in anticipation of this moment made him cum very quickly. The masked man began to moan, his thrusts getting harder, faster. His cock swelled, choked me further, and I realized with horror what was going to happen. I'd never let him do it. Never. I tried to back away but he shoved my head down into his crotch, forcing me to keep his cock in my mouth, his strong hands firmly holding my head in place. And then it exploded in my mouth, my throat, hot, sour. The brutal assault climaxed for the masked man in a pulsating, throbbing gush of cum that flooded my mouth. Slamming into my face, driving down my throat, his cock exploded, coursing hot, sour cum in my mouth, down my throat. He dumped his load of cum in my mouth, filling it with his foul tasting semen.

There was so much of it, and it tasted so bad: I couldn't spit, felt like I was drowning. So I swallowed. Over and over, I swallowed his sickening cum. My belly jumped, threatened to rebel, but I fought to keep it down, afraid I would choke to death if it came up. It seemed to never end, I choked and gagged, his cock forcing the voluminous cum down my throat like a battering ram.

He forced my head to his belly, cock deep in my throat, ensuring I swallowed every drop. I cried around his huge, spewing tool, struggling not to vomit, to swallow, to breathe. As his dick became limp, he pulled out, the last of his cum splattering my face, my sweet, pretty cheeks. I was gasping, hacking as it dripped in my eyes, ran down my cheeks. The man smiled in triumph as he watched my eyes again flood with tears of shame and humiliation as cum flowed down my chin to drip onto my satin top and onto the carpet. “Swallow it you ungrateful bitch! Swallow my cum!” he snarled. As he said these burning words he tightened his grip in my hair and tilted my head back so I had no choice to swallow or choke. As the last of his cum dripped from his cock into my mouth he watched as I swallowed again and again, my face a mask of horror and revulsion. I felt so degraded, sucking his penis on my knees like a cheap prostitute, wrists bound behind me, cum all over my face, my mouth still remembering the taste of his sperm.

“Enjoying the taste my dear? Want some more? Well, we will see how much more of my ‘love' you can take...” as he said these words he loosened his grip of my hair and I slumped to the floor, coughing and retching, flecks of cum and spittle splattering the carpet. The masked man was breathing heavily, his hands on his hips. He looked down at me now crying softly, my body shaking with my sobbing. He nudged me backside with his boot, “Now let's admire the rest of your apartment. I do appreciate your hospitality cocksucker, but, you know, my mother always warned me to watch out for women of dubious reputation, so I will have to check you out first before accepting the invitation.” He reached down and dragged me to my feet; he put his arm around me in a parody of compassion and concern. “By the way, how was that for you?” he laughed at his ‘joke' but I did not respond.

Chapter 2 – Spanked

We entered the sittin room and the man banged me against the wall “That skirt's a bit too tight for you, ain't it?” The man took a step forward and put his hands on my thighs. He ran them up and down the black sheer stockings on my legs. As he did I kicked out but then he slid his knee between my legs and stopped me. “Let's see again what the white rich bitch has got underneath this tight little outfit” he said as he slid his hands up my thighs. His thumbs caught the tight hem of my leather skirt and slid it up until he saw the black garter straps attached to the sheer stockings. Once he had it up around my waist he slowly pulled down the tight black top and revealed the lace bra straining over my breasts.

Still with his arm around my shoulder he then led us towards the sofa. As he sat down he pulled me to sit down with him as I attempted to shift away from him, to move further along the sofa. “Hey! Don't be shy! Let's have a cuddle...” as the masked man said this he turned my face towards him and tried to kiss me. I shook my head and turned away, my face a mask of despair. “Stuck up bitch! You too good for me or something, is that it? Still haven't learnt your lesson, have you? You need to be brought down a peg or two...” he snarled at me. Saying that he put his strong hand behind my neck and pulled me down and across his lap, I struggled but in vain, he was too strong. I shouted in fear as I felt the leather of my skirt being again dragged up my kicking legs. “Please don't, please leave me alone! Don't touch me anymore! Why me...” I cried out.

The man pulled my skirt up around my waist until my bottom, clad in the black thong panties, was on view to his hungry, lustful eyes. “Uppity bitch aren't we? I would have thought a mouthful of cock would have taught you who's boss! Now, fucking behave while I tan this ass of yours!” he snarled at me. SMACK! His hard, calloused hand came down hard onto my bottom. SMACK! SMACK! My flimsy panties were no protection at all as again and again his hand rained down onto my bottom. SMACK! SMACK! He felt himself getting hard as he watched my ass turn a painful red; the contrast between my reddish ass cheeks and my black thong was turning him on. He stopped and ran his hands over my bottom, “Phew! Must be getting old darling! Gotta have a break but I have to say I could spank your ass for hours! It's gorgeous!” He licked his lips and contemplated his next move, his heavy breathing loud in the quiet house.

He held me down with his right hand on my lower back. With his left hand he started to caress me, first the backs of my legs, then he started to slide his hand down between my legs, slowly inching his way along. My brain was still recovering from the trauma of the recent beating, so it did not register that his hand was nestling high up between my slightly spread legs. The man slid his fingers forward and when his fingertips touched my thong I jumped as if an electric shock had run through my body. I started to struggle, the pain from my bruised bottom forgotten in the instant I felt my most private place touched, defiled by this awful man. The masked man pressed down hard with his right hand, holding me down and pressed hard against my panties, pushing them into my pussy. The man grunted with the effort of holding me down as my struggles increased as his fingers ruthlessly pushed in deeper; I was dry down there and the pain was worse than the spanking, much worse.

His hand moved slowly up and down my legs, teasing me as he savoured my shame and despair. “Are you wet? Are you gagging for me to fuck you? Let's see shall we...” he whispered to me as his fingers brushed along my pussy. First one finger and then another pushed against me, spreading my lips, exploring and searching. The man pressed into me with two fingers and my head snapped back with pain as his invading fingers opened up my dry cunt. He knew that I was in pain but that meant nothing to him; his desire, his twisted lust was all that mattered to him, his gratification. I was writhing and twisting, trying to escape him. All I achieved was to rub myself against his growing erection and make him push his fingers in deeper, in and out of my cunt, while he held me down.

“To a pampered white rich bitch that has spent her entire life being treated like a spoiled fairytale princess, meeting a guy like me must be a real eye-opener...” as he said this he pushed a third finger into me and pressed in deeper and harder. “I should shove my whole hand in there... you snobbish cunt” I felt my eyes widen in horror. I wailed and shook my head. I think he liked my reaction. “I think you are more than ready, don't you? Let's go upstairs... I want to see your bedroom.”

The man was strong and as he stood up he held me tight. I tried to push my skirt down but the man snarled a warning to me, “What's the point you stupid bitch! Leave it alone...” As he pulled me to the door I was crying and sobbing in shame and fear because I knew what was in store for me upstairs.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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.

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…

Chapter 5 – Raped

“Get up bitch” he muttered and pulling hard on my hair, he jerked me unsteadily to my still tied stiletto heels. He caught me by surprise and grabbing my arm bent me over the huge make-up table before I knew what happened. I gasped for air as my stomach was pressed into the table. Taking advantage of my open mouth he again forced the oversized penis gag in it.

Next to me, my expensive designer dresses were folded neatly over the back of a chair. My rich bitch diamond jewellery rested nearby, gleaming and twinkling in the bright lights. They were from my former life. I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face, shaking my head. I wished this man hadn't taken away the use of my mouth at this point. The huge plastic dildo invading my mouth made any intelligible sound impossible, but I kept trying to convince him to stop. I couldn't believe he was about to rape me.

“I love introducing a soft pampered white rich bitch to hard brutal realities. From snotty hottie to screaming rapemeat is a sharp plunge down a very slippery slope…” He yanked me by the hair, pulling me backwards. “Come here,” he ordered me, grabbing my hair like it was horse's reins. I screamed as my scalp ached. “Now for the real fun to begin! Ready for a good fucking?”

He reached down and held his cock in his hand; he shifted his body to position himself so his cock was touching my pussy. My body tensed under him as I felt the weight of him moving against me, his cock pressing into my most intimate place. He was fisting his cock and placing it against my naked ass.

I could feel the big mushroom head pushing between my bound legs, cold and slippery. Hands gripped me about the waist, pulling me back towards the menacing weapon threatening to rape me. I struggled madly in my tight bonds and cried out. He pulled me close to him, his cock slowly starting to painfully enter between my legs, the bulbous head stretching my tiny dry pussy: while I wasn't a virgin, I wasn't used to such a large cock. His other hand encircled my breast, squeezing it tightly. I tightened my ass cheeks, trying to prevent the forcible entry between my legs, but the slippery cock was stronger. “Ohh yeah! Tighten that ass! Fight it, cunt! Make me force it in!!!”

“That's right, slut, struggle,” he said as he shoved a hand down between my creamy breasts. I continued to scream while he was picturing me surrounded by other white rich women like me, all dressed in ball gowns and cocktail dresses at high society parties. All of us untouched, even if we had been fucked. All of us still pure to someone like him with our teasing short skirts and sheer stockings. No one could dare to touch someone like us as he was touching me now, none of us could truly say to have been fucked until he unleashed one of his animalistic rapes on us.

He drove forward and entered me. I moaned in panic as his glistening buttocks tensed and his muscled hips pushed forward driving the fat end of his dick against the tight opening of my pussy. Pushing through the hairy lips he thrust the large span deep into my hot tunnel. The discomfort caused by the massive erection made me feel like I was being split in two as the terrible pressure caused by his intrusion increased, driving me mad with the pain. I began to find it difficult to even breathe as his huge cock forced my bound legs further apart. The head of the gigantic dick felt like it was being pushed up to the opening of my womb as the solid weight of his balls tickled the area between my thighs.

With a hard thrust he forced his cock into my tight pussy hole, made even tighter by my legs painfully bound together at the ankles. I cried out as my pussy spread more then I had ever felt, and after a real hard thrust he had it about half way in me. He then pulled back and pushed in slowly a few times, before pulling almost all the way out and then as before he thrust forward really hard and forced his entire huge cock up inside me. A harsh gasp, then a sharp scream escaped me. I could hear him moan faintly. His arms were under me, hands gripping my breast tightly, his breath hot against my neck. I felt his hands around my waist again as he pulled me back hard onto his cock.

A gut retching scream tore from my lips as my dry pussy was subject to the inhuman tearing of the massive cock forcing its way inside. I did not think my body could expand that big and that quickly as the huge bulbous head pushed my pussy lips apart and forced its way into my tight pussy, my body clamping onto it, trying to force it back out. I felt every inch of him slowly entering my tight pussy, stealing my precious prize. I could feel him stretching me apart, going deeper and deeper inside me… how big was this guy?

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. The face-fucking nightmares and the forced blow-jobs were no more intimate than any violent attack, and they were 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. How was I going to tell my husband? What was I going to tell him? No other man had ever touched me since before we got married. My husband could have no idea what deviltry I was being submitted by this masked intruder so far, and never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined what was happening to his lovely wife right now. He was probably sleeping or watching TV in another continent, enjoying his time alone and waiting for coming back home to his sexy wife. 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.

Finally I felt him resting against my ass, he had fully impaled me now and I felt like I was going to explode. He stayed that way a few moments, deep inside me but not moving, as if he were savouring the feeling... or regaining control. My pussy might have been dry, but its warmth sure felt good for him.

As he started to rape me he thought back at how he imagined all this would have been, keeping a gun to my head as he yanked off my clothes, how the tears would stream down my face as he shoved a hand over my mouth and cut the frustratingly small thong string that I wore to tease the men who could never have me. How a forced fuck with an over-ambitious whore would be good because I would have the outlook to dress naughtily beneath my skirt with garter belt and stockings, always ready to fuck someone for my benefit. How he could slowly pull the rich bitch jewellery off my neck and fingers as he held a knife to my throat and raped me on the hard floor, no satin sheets for a cock-teasing slut.

He pictured me in my office as he forced my gagged, tear-covered face down in the hard wood of the table. I had to be a real bitch in the office, he was sure of that. The kind of bitch who would boss everyone and wore short skirts and high, thin heels every day just to tease, the kind of slut who would wear silk stockings and garter belt each day underneath her designer suit to be always ready to fuck the president and get a promotion. The kind of cock-teaser who liked to let men know they would love to have her but they would really never have a chance, unless they had power and an unlimited bank account of course.

Then he began to move, slowly at first. He would pull out nearly all the way then force himself back into the depths of my body with a sharp thrust, forcing a cry or a moan from me each time while slamming my hips into the hard table, crushing my sore tits against the wooden surface. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. In a last, desperate attempt to relieve the pain I even tried to open further my legs to accommodate it better, but the plastic tie binding my delicate ankles tightly together would not allow me to do so.

“My god your pussy is tight!” he exclaimed as he began to move in and out of me. “I'm gonna have fun stretching you.” My dry pussy was being jammed with hard cock, stretching the tender walls to allow the raping member inside. I could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as he slid it into my pussy, the walls clamping on the raping cock, trying to force it from my body, pleasuring him more instead. Tears flowed down my face while my stomach cramped each time his cock rubbed my bowels through my pussy.

I was whining, devastated, my body shaken by his eager plunging into my pussy. Wracked by sobs, I went limp, endured the awful thrusting, the slobbering kisses on my back, the sound of slapping flesh and my moans of pain rang out in the room. “It will be over soon” I was telling myself “Over soon.”

He looked down and saw the head of his cock disappear inside me; he stopped to take some more pictures while moaning as a feeling of pleasure swept through him. This wave of pleasure was made up of the physical, the feel of his cock nestling inside me and the sense of power he had over me. Then, with a growl, he put all his weight behind it and thrust his cock deep into me again.

I put all the shame I felt, the pain I was in, the humiliation of my situation into a plaintive wail. He watched my body arch and contort under him as his cock drove deep into me. The man had no thoughts, no compassion, for me. All he wanted was to leave his cum deep inside me, to make me remember him. He drove his cock in harder and harder; the table was shaking with the ferocity of the assault. For that was what this was, an assault on me… though this was ‘sex' there was no element of love here, just his evil, bitter and twisted desire.

Sweat streaked his face and torso as he watched the huge length of his penis saw in and out of the wiry blond patch of my pussy. The lips of my vagina made a tight ring about the wide circumference of his cock as he moved his massive tool within me. He revelled in my warm moist walls that enclosed his sensitive length as I felt the wide head push deep into my tunnel. Pulling back he let the head move to the outside lips of my pussy pausing there just long enough for me to gaze back at him in alarm. Over the madly length of the penis gag in my mouth I could only mumble some half distinct sound that might have been a plea for him to stop before he rammed the full length of his dick back deep into the tight sheath of my passage. My head pitched back as a deep groan issued from my throat quickly becoming a choked gag because of the fake cock buried deeply into the wet recesses of my mouth.

He kept jerking me back onto his cock, holding my hips tightly, forcing me to fuck back onto the punishing cock tearing my pussy. Nothing that big had ever been in there and his cock tore its way back and forth. His fingers were digging cruelly into my sweetly curved hips, yanking me back again and again as I sobbed, his callous hands viciously touching and slapping my whipped ass. I continuously screamed. I had never been subject to such brutal actions in all my life. My body could not fathom the depths of the pain he was inflicting on me. He seemed to enjoy pushing his cock in at different angles, jamming the mushroom head into the sides of my pussy, banging into them painfully.

He was grunting as he fucked me, almost as much work for him, my tight pussy fighting his raping cock each time. He punched my insides with his cock, bruising my cervix as he fucked in harder each time, his fingers grabbing one of my nipples and twisting and tearing at it, wanting to make me scream, my pussy gripping his cock in response to the pain. He gripped both of my breasts in his big callous hands and pulled me back onto his hard cock, feeling like he was trying to make it come out my mouth.

His hands grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up into the air higher, arched up in submission while he enjoyed slapping it. His cock pulled out until only the head was grabbed, ten inches of rock hard cock poised to rape my pussy. I felt him pull me in, raising my ass up as he did, wanting his cock to tear into a new part of my pussy. My head rose up and I screamed, I almost passed out from the pain, my body a mass of pain from the brutal rape as the huge weapon tore into my pussy in one brutal fuck.

I grunted in pain with my pussy and mouth filled to the straining point by my rapist's dick and the fake one. My twat felt like it was being torn apart as the massive black man rammed his member into me, making me feel like I was being impaled on the head of some enormous pole as the vile thing was shoved to the edge of my womb. 

After a while of this, during which the tingles were spreading throughout my entire body, causing me to writhe under him as much as my bondage would allow, my moans began changing in tone from frightened and pained to animalistic and urgent. He rose up some, one hand squeezing my left breast, then began pumping into me with an urgency of his own, each forward thrust hard as a blow. “You like this bitch, don't you?” he rasped as he fucked into me harder, violating me roughly.

My outcries that no gag could completely silence were my only replies. My body was thrashing under the assault, wrists and ankles hurting terribly from the combination of my writhing and the hard pounding which drove my body violently into the limits of the plastic ties. My head was thrashing too, side to side as if in protest, my cries getting louder...

His hands bruised my flesh as he gripped me, forcing my body to bend and submit to the painful rape. It felt like he was pushing through my womb, my pussy wrapped tightly around the massive weapon. I don't think I could stand it any longer, the brutal tearing and raping of my tender flesh. He screamed out, burying his cock even deeper inside me. My insides felt bruised and torn. He was grunting and groaning as he raped me, sweat running down his face behind the mask. The noise of his body slamming into mine, the wet, squishy sound of his cock thrusting into me and the noise of me moaning and crying was loud in the bedroom. I was sobbing and crying, tears running down my face. I moaned in pain, his cock swelling to bigger proportions, knowing that he was getting ready to cum.

I knew he couldn't last much longer, I could feel his cock throb with imminent release, his balls tightening with anticipation. His cock swelled, began jerking inside me as my struggles renewed. “I'm going to fill you up, bitch” his voice was low, strained “I'm going to cum inside your snooty cunt.” He laughed at my desperate thrashing, my shrill, muffled squeals. Shouting, he rammed in hard, grinded his hips from side to side as his cock exploded, a rush of thick, hot spunk filling me with the unmistakable sticky wetness of sperm . My body was arched up backwards onto his chest, one of his huge hands around my breasts, gripping them painfully, the other grabbing my stomach and trying to drive his cock even farther inside me as I felt him unload his hot cum deep inside me, forcing me to accept his filthy sperm in my body.

I screamed, I hadn't been on the pill since my husband had left, I was horrified by the possibility of pregnancy , my insides feeling his cock hosing down my beaten pussy with massive amounts of hot cum bathing the battered walls.

His cum was dripping down the insides of my thighs to puddle at the floor beneath me. God, he must have dumped a gallon of cum inside me, my insides burning in pain. I did not think I would be able to walk again, my crotch a mass of pain. He slapped my ass hard, the snap ringing out in the room. Gripping my hair in both fists he put his lips close to my ear while he continued to piston inside me, his words, panted in my ear gleefully, filled me with horror. “Your pussy's nice bitch... but this is only the warm-up. I can't wait to get in that tight sweet ass of yours... mmm... I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard you won't sit down for a week!”

I tried to beg him through the gag, I wouldn't be able to take that big cock up my tiny asshole. He had already torn my pussy, I could only imagine what he would do to my ass. I had heard of sodomizing, but had never even considered it. I did not even like anyone touching my asshole. To imagine a hard cock, his huge black cock shoved deep inside my bowels made my heart stop. I did not know what I would do if he tried it. Could I stop him?

TO BE CONTINUED…

Chapter 6 – Ass-Fucked

He lay on top of me, his cock still firmly buried in my pussy. He freed me from the rubber penis in my mouth, then looked into my eyes “This is the first time you had a black cock up your posh white cunt, right?” I looked away, not wanting to let him humiliate or make me feel more shame then I already did. When I didn't answer him, he grabbed me around the jaw, and turned my head so we were face to face. He had a look on his face that told me he was pissed off and was ready to hurt me again. He starred at me for a few seconds “I'm gonna tell you this just once, I ask a question you are gonna answer it.” “Understand bitch?” I started to shake as I nodded and managed a weak “Yes.” “NOW, this is the first time you had a black cock up your rich bitch white fucking cunt, right?” I gave in, knowing I had no choice. I replied. “Yes.” He smiled “Do your husband have a small white little dick?”

I was feeling more humiliated with every question he asked. The whole time he was doing this he still had his cock up my pussy, and was still fully hard. As soon as he stopped asking me the questions, he began to slowly pump his cock in and out of me, then suddenly he pulled out. He grabbed me by my hair and threw me down onto my knees, his hateful weapon again in my face, his grip on my hair tightening as he yanked my head up towards it. “This big black cock should cheer you up bitch” he muttered, “Open your mouth”

Not surprisingly, I hesitated. Quickly, he slapped me across the tits a number of times with his hand, causing me to yelp in surprise and pain at the stinging blows. “Didn't you hear me, you snobbish cunt” he snapped, grabbing my cheeks in his hand and shaking my head. My wide blue eyes pleaded for mercy, a mercy that of course I would never get. “Suck it clean slut. You know you love it. You white rich bitches can't get enough cock.”

I frantically tried to keep my lips together. His cock was against them, trying to force them apart, demanding entrance. I was sure he would choke me to death with it if he got it in there again and... and I couldn't let something in my mouth that was coated with pussy juices! Even if it was my own. “OPEN I said!!!” he growled, but still I refused. “Fucking bitch…” he cursed, then leaned way over the table, fiddling with his jeans that were on the floor. In a flash he'd resumed his position, but this time I felt his knife at my throat. My heart clenched in terror when I felt how sharp it was against the tender exposed flesh of my throat. “Gonna open up now slut? Or do you want me to slice your fucking throat?”

“Now quit kidding and start sucking” he grunted in menacing tones as he again pressed the knife against my throat. With great reluctance, but little hesitation I chose to obey, allowing the slime-coated organ to push past my wet lips, trying hard not to gag when it filled my mouth. Disgusted as I was, being forced to taste my own pussy was about to be the least of my worries.

Without ceremony, he forced his thick shaft into my mouth and began to face fuck me, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. My moans were stifled by the cock filling my mouth as the man's balls banged back and forth on my chin. He took a fistful of my hair in his hand and began to face fuck me, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, feeling his dick slide into my throat with each thrust. With each thrust into my wet mouth, I gave a grunt as his crotch slammed into me. Every so often, he forced his cock down my throat right to the hilt, pressing my face into his pubes, making me splutter and choke as his long hard dick filled my gullet.

After each of these forced throat fucks, I pulled my mouth off his cock, coughing, thick strands of saliva hanging between my lips and his penis, drool running down my chin. My respite was short-lived however as each time he pulled my head up with my hair, forcing my mouth back onto his cock for more sucking.

I sucked him for about ten minutes, my head bobbing backwards and forwards as he face fucked me. Spit covered my chin and dripped down over my boobs. My face was covered in sweat and tears, the make up round my eyes smeared.

He slapped me across the face and ordered me to stop sucking. I withdrew, gasping for air. He took his cock in his hand and began to slap me on the mouth with it, beating it rapidly on my red painted lips. There was a “thwack” every time his hard spit-covered cock smacked down over and over again on my face. Again he was taking more pictures of my humiliation.

Then, holding my head firmly in place with his cruel grip on my hair and raising himself up further, he started to steadily face-fuck me in earnest, with short rapid thrusts at first, then pushing a little harder, going a little deeper with each one till finally he pushed steadily down my throat as far as he could go. My whole body was jerking with the gag reflex I could no longer control, thrashing with the panic of having no more air. He was fucking my throat now, deeply and brutally while my bound hands beat at the air ineffectually in my pathetic attempts to dislodge the terrible obstruction.

“Uuuuhhh... oh yeah” I could faintly hear him through the roar in my ears, his voice tensed in obvious pleasure as he continued sawing in and out of my abused and aching throat. “Swallow that cock stupid bitch... you can do it”, like I had a choice, “take it all!”

My vision was going dark. Just as I was sure I was going to pass out from the lack of air, then suffocate, he suddenly stopped the torture by pulling himself free from my tight throat. I was pulling in huge gasps of precious oxygen, never so glad to just breathe, when his body stiffened and he let out a yell, along with a steamy load of cum that probably could have filled a small juice glass.

I opened my eyes in disbelief while his cum shot out like a rocket and struck me in the face. I instinctively tried to pull away but he held onto my hair holding my head in place. A shower of thick white cum splattered over my face, pooling in my eye sockets, splashing over my nose, pouring over my lips. As he continued to ejaculate he forced me to take each shot across my pretty face. I shut my eyes tight. My lips and nose were soon filled with his load.

The warm spurts of his cum splattered my face, my hair and my breasts, and the largest part of the squirts hit my open mouth, which was still gasping for air. I choked and spat at the amount of filth he had pumped into my mouth but he still held on to me forcing me to carry sucking him. I really didn't care at this point if he dumped a whole bucket of the stuff over my head! I was just glad that the hellish face-fuck was over.

I closed my mouth and let the remaining hot cum lay on my tongue, trying hard not to gag or worse, puke all over myself. I swallowed at his command, although I had to gag, but still I got it down. I whined in protest, but obeyed when he commanded me to lick him clean.

W hen he was done he pulled my head up and watched as his cum dripped down onto my naked breasts and then h e used his still-hard prick to smear his load all over my face, running the cum-dribbling head of his dick over my lips, pushing it into my mouth, forcing me to suck out the last drops of cum.

“Good whore” he crooned when I'd gotten all that I could. When he finally got off of me I was dumb enough to ask if he'd let me go now. Laughing, he seized my ankles and roughly flipped me onto my stomach. I cried out in a voice made ragged due to my pained throat.

“But... you... you had me! You're done!! Why won't you let me go now???” I wailed.

His hands were on my helplessly exposed ass, squeezing, kneading. His voice sounded excited as he spoke to me “Yeah cunt, I sure did. And I'm going to cum again... You didn't think I'd forgotten about that gorgeous tight ass of yours, did you? ”

“Nooo” I cried... “Oh... oh please don't do that!” I felt the panic rising again. No way could I take him there! He would tear me apart!

“Oh yeah... it's gonna happen bitch. I came all this way for that ass. It's mine!”

“What a mess” he then said as he pulled at my black silk thong, the material stretched and then tore with loud ripping noise. He took an interested sniff and smelled a rather heavy mixture of both perfume and the unmistakable scent of feminine sex. Yes, I use perfume between my legs. With my thong he began wiping his cum from the floor, my thighs , between my legs and his cock, making sure the black piece of lingerie absorbed every drop .

He showed me the damp panties, “See? See what a whore you are?” he asked cheerfully. I didn't say anything but could feel my face burning. I had barely gasped in a lungful of oxygen when the air was followed into my mouth by a wad made of my own panties. I jerked my head back in desperation.

I tried to scream but my own black lingerie cut it off as he brutally shoved my lacy thong between my lips. I twisted and struggled fighting the gag as it was being stuffed slowly into my mouth, but the man's fingers were working hard, brutally jamming coarse fabric atop my tongue and against the back of my throat, choking me.

I didn't think it was going to fit in. Even though the lacy thong felt small on my body, it felt very large inside my mouth. His strong fingers had gripped my jaw forcing it open, his rough hands and stinky fingers pushing the panties past my lips, past my teeth, pressing down on my tongue and then down back into my mouth, the wettest part first so I would have to, as he put it, taste myself.

I felt disgust; the used panties in my mouth were damp and tasted really bad. Remembering the fact that they were used panties made me nauseous, but truthfully it wasn't as gross as it sounded. Not that I liked it, but the idea was worse than the reality.

The bra came next. With his fingers, he again forced my jaws open, applying pressure to the cheeks. “ You'll be surprised to find out how much stuffing fits in here” he said in a mockingly tone. Relatively thin, with only a small elastic, it was still a challenge to fit it into my already-packed mouth. It was jammed up to the roof of my mouth. He quickly pushed bra and panties into my mouth. I could feel the silky cloth being pushed into my cheeks and mouth, filling me completely. I tried to chew but the cloth was unyielding and kept my mouth wide open. The entire space of my mouth and cheeks were filled. My tongue was pressed down so tight I couldn't move it at all.

He didn't stop until every part of my underwear was past my lips. My mouth was stretched as wide as it could possibly go. My cheeks bulged like a chipmunk. “Does my cum taste as good as your own pussy?” I didn't answer. I couldn't. My mouth was stuffed to bursting with my underwear. I could taste his cum through the silky material but I couldn't move my tongue at all.

He pushed me face down on the floor, my mouth now filled with my tormentor's juices and my own, my ass held up high, waiting for him to rape my virgin ass. New sobs shook my body when he climbed back onto me, his hands spreading the wetness from between my legs up into my quivering ass crack. I gasped when my head was pulled up by my hair again, then cried harder when I heard the menacing whisper in my ear. “I saved this for last on purpose, it's going to take me a very long time to cum again, cock-teaser. I'll be in that tight nice ass of yours for quite a while.”

The horrified scream that burst from me was cut short by the silver duct tape he slapped over my lips. T he rough oriental carpet I was lying on bit into my soft skin as he pushed down on me, inflicting countless gouges and scratches on the formerly smooth flesh of my breast . The plastic ties hurt a lot, but the gag was the worst, filling my cheeks to the point of bursting behind the tape on my lips. I squirmed as he touched my face, and tried not to pass out as his hands went farther down her body. His cruel laughter rang in my ears, there was no hope.

He was still laughing as he said “Right... scream for me bitch... look how fucking hard I am again.” And indeed h e was. Oh God... I knew he was going to hurt me badly now. My eyes were wide with fear and shock as I could feel the massive weapon smashed against my beaten ass cheeks. It felt like a log. His hands curled around my inner thighs, pulling me back onto the threatening weapon. It felt even bigger then before, the whip marks still clearly visible on my ass stimulating him to greater proportions.

I begged him, my eyes pleading but all I saw was the lust in his eyes. He wanted to hurt me, make me scream. And he would do it by raping my asshole with his massive tool. I was thrashing and whimpering in complete terror as I felt his cock pushing relentlessly between my ass cheeks, spreading and stretching the tiny hole painfully. I knew my panic was making it worse, making my ass tighter than normal. I had the dim hope that he wouldn't be able to get in if I was tensed enough, he was definitely having trouble, jabbing at and sliding past his target, pushing harder with each attempt.

Then he cut loose the plastic tie at my ankles and all my efforts were in vain. I was too tightly restrained to even hope for escape. I knew that being tensed up was the very worst way my body could be prepared for being fucked this way, but I couldn't help it... I was wild with fear. I wouldn't have had time to relax anyway. I tensed up in pure panic when I felt his still rock-hard cock pushing against the tiny puckered entrance to my ass; my body instinctively jerking and trying to pull away from the imminent invasion.

The pressure against me was immediately replaced with a bolt of intense tearing pain as he pushed himself against my ass hard... so hard it took my breath. I squirmed under his assault on my anus, but there was simply no place to go. It took him more than a minute, to penetrate my tight sphincter muscle, and also press an inch or more of his shaft into my virgin ass hole. I panicked and cried, under his newest assault. The pain of being taken for the first time in my ass seemed unbearable. With a last, determined shove, he eventually broke through the tight resistance of my sphincter muscles.

Scream after agonized scream erupted from my straining throat, but I was gagged so completely nobody but him could hear me. My whole body was convulsing and writhing in such pain as I never thought possible. I was yanking at the plastic tie that held my bound wrists together with all my strength in an insane and desperate impulse to escape the intense pain.

“FUCK!!! That's tight!!! I only got the head in!” I heard him say. His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled my ass closer, dragging my upper body across the floor, forcing my knees to bend as he pulled my ass higher. He was pushing even harder, grunting with the effort, my breath returned in the form of useless wails of protest and despair that could barely be heard anyway through the tape over my mouth. I would have screamed so loud if I didn't have my own set of lingerie in my mouth. My ass was a virgin and I wanted it to stay that way. But I didn't have a choice in the matter. He pulled me onto my knees again and pulled my ass cheeks apart. I squealed and pulled my ass away earning another slap on my sore ass. “Now stay still and relax and this won't hurt… much” I was told. Slowly, despite my muffled screams, my virgin ass was plundered. I felt as though I was going to pass out from the pain.

When he finally broke through the ring of my tightly clenched muscle, the screams of agony that exploded from my already tortured throat nearly tore the tape that kept them trapped inside. I could hear his moans of triumph and sadistic pleasure as he continued to push even harder until with a long loud groan slowly but steadily sank the rest of the way into me and I felt his balls resting against me.

I felt on fire as I writhed with the worst pain I had ever endured, unable to stop the eruption of screams, my loudest screams so far. I could feel my asshole tearing, having no choice, not big enough to stretch to accept the huge raping cock. His hands gripped my hips tightly, forcing me to accept the cock. I could feel wetness, knowing that I was bleeding. If his raping cock, tearing my anal tract was bad enough, he had made it worse with the whipping.

My sphincter fought his cock, the slippery member forcing its way inside my rectum by sheer force. My body shuddered as the mushroom head slipped in, my asshole stretched wide around it, having torn to accept the huge cock. The blood seemed to help him, lubricating the rape of my asshole. Farther and farther he punched his cock into me, each time gaining more, my anal tract forced to accept the raping cock. He would pull out a bit, then punch it back in again, my asshole beginning to spasm on it, massaging it, pleasuring him with my pain. My stomach cramped as he entered my colon, forcing it to straighten as he buried it deep inside me. In and out, punching his cock from inside me, mercilessly pressing my abused body against the floor.

Everything went black for a moment. I must have passed out from the intolerable agony inflicted on me because the next thing I remember was my head being yanked up again by my hair. He was slapping at my face, saying “Wake up snotty bitch! I want you awake for this!” When my shrieks assured him I was indeed awake and fully able to feel my torture, he began moving inside me, lowering his body onto mine, his fist still full of my hair, his other hand gripping my shoulder for leverage. He was settling in for a long hard assfuck, my face was pressed into the hard floor as he rammed away into me, sinking himself into me till he could go no further, pulling out halfway, then driving into me harder with each stroke.

I was beginning to wish he had cut my throat after all. Nearly insane in the extremity of my anguish, any escape would have been welcomed, even death. I couldn't die though, and I couldn't escape, only suffer as I was forced to feel every inch... every stroke... every single cruel lunge. I screamed through the gag, but cannot plead for mercy. He continued to drive himself into me, every so often smacking my firm ass. I was trapped in a nightmare, a world of pain that wouldn't end. I'm not sure how long this lasted, or how many in and out thrusts my violated bottom endured. It seemed like hours to me, though I know it wasn't.

I felt him pull his cock from my asshole, the retreat as painful as the entry. If felt like my insides were being sucked out. His hands were around my breasts, using them as grips to pull and push me off the raping cock. I didn't have to wait long before he pushed back in, using all of his force to tear into my asshole. My sphincter had long given up the fight, my rectum torn and bleeding. He fucked back in me, grabbing my nipples in a painful grip to increase my pain. As he pushed and pulled in and out of my ass, I began to scream again, it hurt so bad!

My seemingly inaccessible hole was completely stretched and filled with this insatiable cock, I doubt a hot poker in there could have hurt any worse. I felt as if I were being torn apart. My muffled but still loud screams seemed to delight him. “Aw yeah bitch, scream for me baby!!! I love it!!!” as if to prove this he began to pump into me harder, as hard as he could push into my small and tortured anus, causing me to scream even harder. The torture went on and on, my whole body rocked with each thrust, and I moaned each time he tore into me, my face rubbing on the carpet, my features contorted in humiliation and pain... was he never going to cum???

He stopped midway and I was about to find out why he did that. He reached down to my face, licking and kissing my tears away with surprising gentleness. For a moment, I was taken aback. But that slight relief, didn't last long. The pain of the huge dildo plunging into my dry pussy shot through my tense, arched body. I felt his fingers peeling back my pussy lips, the head of the rubber penis pushing against my spread vagina. I felt my pussy spreading open, the pain increasing as he was moving his cock slowly, making me feel all of the pain, my pussy beginning to stretch and feel the same burning pain as before as the head of the dildo slipped into me, my vagina grabbing the massive rubber cock around the fake mushroom head. My body was trying to move away from the raping dildo, the tight bondage preventing me from escaping the pain of the painful entry. It pushed farther and farther inside my tight pussy, the man's hand pushing hard onto the rubber dildo, making me take all the huge fake cock. Finally it hit bottom, smashing into my cervix with a painful thud that shook my body.

The man stopped, letting my pussy clench and unclench on the raping rubber cock, trying to push it out of my body. Then he swiftly drove the remaining length of his cock all the way into me again, burying it to the hilt. The pain hit my body without mercy, making me scream in the gag until I was hoarse. The pain forced my body to tighten and cramp around his cock, milking it. He pulled it out and shoved it back in repetitively, fucking me with the plastic dick. I made some noises as he continued this for a little longer, then left it deep inside of me and began to rape my ass again. Rape me hard. Each thrust brought a fresh bout of pain and I could feel the head of his cock rubbing against the tip of the plastic monstrosity lodged in my pussy. He drove himself harder and deeper into me with each stroke as if he was intent on hurting and punishing me as much as possible. My asshole was burning from his large cock reaming me. My pussy no more, fucked by a massive rubber cock, tearing up and down, hard plastic taking what used to be my most prized possession.

The raping cock continued to beat my anal tract, banging painfully into the sides, stretching my colon, tearing my rectum. My body was rocked in pain, his cock massaged in pleasure by my pain racked asshole. His cock pushed inside me, my stomach cramping on the raping cock, the spam of my anal track milking his cock. It felt like it was over two feet long, a hard pulsating log of cock buried deep in my asshole. I felt dirty, my asshole used for a receptacle for his cum, unable to stop him from heaping unspeakable degradation on my body.

Meanwhile my attacker had lowered his body onto mine, lying still inside my impaled ass until my useless struggles slowed down. The pain was still horrible, but when I finally surrendered to my total helplessness, my impossibly stretched muscles began to relax some as they became used to this monstrous invasion. It still hurt but if he would just stay still, maybe I could bear it. Of course that wasn't to be either.

“God damn!!!” I heard him say in awe as he began to move inside me again “you're even tighter than I imagined you'd be!!!” When also my screams dwindled to sobs, he tore the tape from my face, maybe so he could hear them better. I wasted no time, immediately begging him to take it out “Take it ouuut… oh god pleeeease… it hurrrts!!!” or something like that I'm sure.

“I'll take it out when I cum” he snarled. “Beg me to cum in your ass you worthless slut” he said savagely. He surely knew the thought of having to say nasty words was humiliating to a stuck up rich bitch like me.

I began to tremble again, “Please cum in my ass!” I gasped out. My own words surprised me. I repeated it louder, trying to arouse him further, begging him as he wanted. “Shoot it in my ass... Oh god please hurry... cum in my ass… make it stop!!!”

Laughing, he pushed himself up on his knees again, pulling me against him by my hips. His cock, still buried in my ass, jerked inside me with the motion, making me cry out with new pain. My mouth was open but could hardly make a sound as he fucked my ass harder than ever, driving in and out of me with a frenzy that stole my breath. My body shook with each hard blow as he pounded away at me, yanking me against him viciously so that I missed nothing.

It was a pain that nobody could bear for long... I could certainly bear it no longer. Savage cries that no longer resembled my earlier screams sounded from me as every muscle in my body tensed, including my impaled ass, which squeezed the invading cock so hard that my rapist cried out as well. I did not think I would survive the ordeal, the pain overwhelming my senses. I felt it begin to shoot, growing in size, tearing more flesh before giving me a sperm enema, his hot and salty fluid burning my anal tract and flooding my colon. It felt like gallons of hot cum filling my body, my stomach gurgling with the hot cream. My asshole clenched and unclenched on the raping cock in pain as my body was forced to accept his cum once again.

My body slumped down, exhausted, pain ridden. He looked down at me as his cock pulsated and throbbed, I just stared fixedly at a point on the floor but he could see my eyes and face were full of pain and shame. My asshole was filled with his hot cum, burning in my inflamed passage. “Oh God, that was fantastic!” he moaned “You are one hot bitch! I bet you have never been fucked like that before...”

There was no response from me; I lay there, utterly degraded. He pulled his cock from my asshole with a pop, small farts of air escaping as it came out , leaving me exhausted, barely conscious. Cum and blood dripped from my torn asshole, sliding down my thighs. My crotch was now just one mass of pain, I was unable to distinguish the pain from my pussy from the pain of my asshole. All of my sex was beaten and raw. My asshole still burned from the rape, my rectum still clenching and unclenching as though his cock was still embedded inside me.

When h e finally pulled out of me, he took a look at me. I was covered in sweat and cum, exhausted, in pain and had given up fighting against my bondage. I knew what a whore I looked like, my face sweaty and the waterproof make up ruined by the amount of sweat and infinite tears, dressed only with my stockings and garter belt, the high stiletto heels still on my feet, his cum leaking out of my torn asshole, my pussy still filled with a vibrator.

He slapped me on the ass “Thanks for that! You are a good fuck, you know that whore?” Again, I made no reply. He went back into his bag and out came a vibrating butt-plug, quite a big one. My eyes got wide while he buckled again the penis gag in my mouth and then I shook my head no in defiance. I moaned more and squirmed. I shook my head no and struggled and squirmed, but went nowhere. Seconds later I screamed into the penis gag that was again invading my mouth as he pushed the butt-plug into my ass, again opening fresh wounds from my anal rape.

Slowly, he began to ease the unlubricated plug into my asshole. More squeals came from behind the gag and more wriggling and writhing. The thick length of the rubber plug distended and stretched my ass-ring, opening it wide. As the plug went deep into my ass i t opened my ass up bigger and bigger until it reached the largest ring. My asshole swallowed the last ring and shrunk back down to grasp the base of the butt-plug, sealing my asshole shut. After driving it into my abused asshole he turned both the butt-plug and the vibrator in my pussy on and hid the remotes into the black seamed stocking tops, just near the metal clips of the suspenders, out of reach of my tied hands .

T he room was immediately filled with the buzzing noise of the two vibrators . He finished off the job by ripping off two pieces of duct tape, taping my ass cheeks together to keep the plug in tight and sadistically pushing the second piece of tape onto my neatly trimmed pubic area to trap in also the dildo in my pussy. “I leave nothing to chance” he laughed.

Chapter 7 – All Fucked Out

Eventually he had no more cum to feed me with so I was released; battered, horribly used, but alive and relatively unhurt. He left me after winding scratchy ropes around my wrists, which were pulled behind me once again.

I wailed through the gag as he roughly grasped my arms and pulled them tightly down behind my back. As he tied my elbows together I whimpered pitifully as my shoulder blades started aching from the strain of sliding so close together. It seemed to take forever. I could feel the rope encircling me several times. I felt the bite of the rope as it became tighter and tighter. After several times, I felt the rope being cinched tightly.

“What's the matter bitch? That hurt?” he laughed cruelly his dark eyes gazing down at the rounded cheeks of my creamy white bottom. I cried as I gazed back over my right shoulder at the big black rapist.

“Afraid it's going to hurt a lot worse before we're through” he breathed heavily as he knotted the elbow rope in place. Grabbing the bundle of cord he marked out another long length then cut it free. Taking the rope he tied it about my arms and chest cutting deep into the freckled skin just below the weight of my breasts.

Shaking my head I pleaded through the gag as the intruder tied several loops beneath my breasts. The rope cut deep into my flesh causing the muscles of my already tortured arms to burn with strain as they were pulled down flush to my back. Knotting the rope in front just below the rise of my breasts he pulled the remaining cords over and through my tits crossing the area between them before pulling the lengths over my shoulders and down my back. Tying the rope through the loops already fastened below my breasts he took what was left and pulled it over the tops of the already hurting boobs. Drawing my shoulders in tight he forced the already straining breasts to push out further, my browned nipples swelled and hardened as the black man knotted the rope in place.

“Don't you think that makes a pretty picture?” he asked as he tweaked one of the swollen nipples making me moan in pain. As his large hand cupped the other breast his callused thumb rubbed the brown aureole of flesh.

I cried through the fake rubber cock in my mouth, my head shaking from side to side as I watched helpless to do anything he cutting two more lengths of rope. I begged as he took the first length and bound it tightly about my thighs just above my knees. “Shut up cunt” he breathed angrily as he knotted the rope in place.

Shaking my head I watched powerless, my arms and upper body twisting and pulling at the cruel ropes as the man took the other cord and tied my ankles together. Then as I watched him knot the rope in place he grabbed me about my shoulders and forced me onto my stomach. The hard and cold marble of the floor pressed against the flesh of my breasts and stomach as my face extended forward the skin about the leather covering the gag, my cheeks ballooning out as the plastic monstruosity in my mouth forced my jaws open even more. 

I felt his big hands grab my bound ankles and pull them up behind my back. Squealing in discomfort as the muscles of my calves and thighs burned with strain I looked back over my shoulder at my attacker, my head shaking feebly from side to side as I begged incoherently for mercy through the thick rubber penis in my mouth. Viewing the scene over the humped mounds of my own butt cheeks I watched helpless to do anything as he took another length from that endless supply of rope of his and threaded it through the one tied about my ankles pulling the straining feet up toward my bound wrists.

I groaned, my wrists, arms, back and legs exploding in anguish as he pulled the rope taunt drawing my straining legs toward my already strained arms. As he pulled the feet and hands closer together I was forced to arch my back making my face wrench forward even more as my blue eyes bulged from the pain and fear.

“See there sweet meat, I told you it was going to hurt much worse” he chuckled as knotted the rope in place leaving me completely hogtied with my legs and hands straining toward one another. The skin of my face pressed out against the tight leather holding the fake cock secure in my mouth as I strained and humped about on the hard floor. Sweat ran in tiny rivulets along the crease of my back falling in glistening trails down the crack of my bottom.

 
Again I moaned at my captor pleading for release as my almost naked body twisted and bounced on the floor.

When he was finished I was tightly hog-tied. I twisted feebly against my expertly tied bonds. My ankles and thighs bound, my elbows bound so that they were as close to touching as he could force them, and the hog-tie between my wrists and ankles ensured my body was bent in a muscle stretching bow. I had never been tied that way before and it was terrible. That has to be the most helpless feeling in the world. I could move neither my arms nor my legs, and the ropes were painfully tight.

To complete my humiliation he leant over, holding a black permanent marker pen, and began to write in large block capitals on my breasts and belly, speaking each word as he wrote it, “Haughty… fucking… cumslut.” I looked so degraded lying hog-tied there with those obscenities scrawled across my smooth tanned skin. He sat down and with the same pen spelled the word “Cocksucker” in big black letter on my forehead. He then rolled me back over and just stayed there watching me squirm, bound and gagged, filled with vibrations. “ 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 you're about the sexiest bitch I've seen.”

Again the flash of the camera blinded me while he was taking several pictures of me trussed up like that. He took several close-ups of my face and of his cum still slowly running down my thighs. He then stretched and started to gather his clothes. As he dressed he looked down at me, another victim of his wickedness, “I think I will take these as a souvenir.” He picked up the remaining of the black thong panties and lacy push-up bra and pocketed them.

I felt slender fingers tangle in my hair, and my head was lifted, painfully, from where it rested on the floor. I moaned from the pain in my scalp, the sound barely a muffled whine; the hand in my hair forced me to strain painfully back against the bow shape into which my body had been bound. “Remember bitch, I know where you live, where you work… Don't tell anyone or I will pay you another visit!”

“And by the way, don't even think of going to the police… if you tell the cops, I will make sure it goes to trial: I have those lovely pics of you and every sluttish little thing you've done to me tonight will be examined in minute detail. Now goodbye slut...”

I didn't look up as he silently left the bedroom. I tried to break free from the ropes, just by pure reflex. However as much as I wanted to break free from the ropes, I couldn't since they were tied up too tight. I strained against the ropes but they were too strong and too well tied, without any give in my bonds or gag.

With my husband I always joked that my hot-tempered personality would get me in trouble some day. That I might piss someone off enough that I would receive some kind of repercussions that might come back to haunt me, though never really occurred to me. I suppose it's my fault. I am an aggressive success driven individual. My motivation was to be the best I could be in my chosen field and often would do whatever was necessary to achieve that.

Looking back on it I think it was inevitable that sooner or later I would get myself in trouble. Though I guess you could say that I had a hand in setting up the scenario that you've read about, I would have never anticipated this: I thought I was after all invincible. Some people might find it hard to believe that a person like me could get herself in such a situation… but then again sometimes you are blind to the fact that people do want to get even.

I lay sweating on the floor, my arms and legs straining and pulling at the imprisoning ropes as I listened to the man leave the house. Shaking my head pitifully from side to side I struggled to get free as I feared what would happen to me if I couldn't.

Shaking my head in frustration I tried to work on the ropes but that seemed to be a pipe dream. My back was killing me, my arms felt like they were being pulled from their sockets as I strained to keep my legs from pulling too hard on my bound wrists.

Sweat was pouring down my nearly naked body in rivers as I humped and twisted about on the hard floor. As I struggled the stinging perspiration ran into my eyes, forcing me to stop and shake them clear, my long blond hair sending a cascade of drops pattering on the floor. My nose filled with the stale smell of my own sweat and another odour which I all too quickly identified as the sick smell of his cum.

My fight didn't last long though; the pain was unbearable, forcing me to stop. I was helpless. I had to surrender to the idea of the housemaid to arrive and witness my degradation before being free again.

THE END