We’d been together for about a year that summer.  And though I never had complaints about our sex life, I knew that he always wanted something a little more hardcore.  I had offered myself to him in everyway but he still did not seem content with what he got.  By no means were we a boring couple, we had our share of toys and did some occasional role-playing.  I made sure that he knew I was open to anything he wanted to try but it always seemed that there was a wall up between us when it came to conversations like that. 

                I think what may have caused the change in him was the day that I was checking my email on his computer and he thought I had somehow seen some porn that he was watching earlier that day.  He became a completely different person when he thought that I had seen his secret stash.  He started yelling at me before I got a chance to explain and then, before I knew it a string of obscenities flew from his mouth as though I had committed a verifiable sin.  Before I could try to plea my case, or even try to calm him down he grabbed me by my hair and jerked me backward so hard that the rolling computer chair toppled over and I fell to the floor.  The sharp painful sensation of my hair nearly being pulled from my head and then my head bouncing off of the floor due to the impact from the fall stunned me.  I became speechless and it took all I had to just look up at him as though I were an abused animal waiting to be hit again.  At this point I was completely subhuman.  He left me where I was, on the floor looking after him with my face contorted with pain and amazement that he would ever treat me in such a way.  He looked down at me with almost vacant eyes and a nearly happy expression on his face and said “that’s what you get you filthy cunt.”  He turned, walked out of the room, and lit a cigarette.

                Though his actions that day stunned me I didn’t ever bring it up again.  After he left the room to have a smoke I sat up, put the chair back in it’s normal position and pulled myself up onto his bed.  Before I had time to even process what had just happened he returned to the room and looked at me in a rather curious way and asked me what was wrong.  He was back to the same person he had always been, so I never questioned him about his outburst or about what it was he thought I’d seen.  Things didn’t exactly go back to normal but they did continue to go on.  I did love him—and still do—so, I just assumed it was an isolated incident and took on the “but I love him defense.”

                A few weeks later we were in his car on the way back home from going out to his birthday dinner with a few of our close friends.  The night was very pleasant and a normal evening for us.  I’d had a few drinks and we’d shared the better part of a joint on the way home so we were in very good spirits for the ride back.  I always loved to reach over and rub on his cock while he was driving.  He however, hated it.  He always has been a stickler for paying attention to the road and being careful while driving, usually because there is almost always something illegal, or incriminating in his car.  As usual, he swatted my hand away and told me to stop.  I wouldn’t listen and I just kept reaching over and massaging his crotch with somewhat uncoordinated hands thanks to the drinks I’d had earlier.  He grabbed my hand and began to squeeze it so hard that winced and let out a surprised gasp.  The he yelled, “didn’t I fucking tell you to stop bitch?! Don’t you know what stop means you ignorant fucking bitch?!”  With one final powerful squeeze on my hand, my pinky finger completely popped out of place.  I screamed and tears began rolling down my face.  Once he let my hand go, I moved it slowly to my chest and cradled it with my other hand as though nursing it in such a way would help.  All the while his foot did  not press any harder on the gas pedal and we continued on at a pace that matched speed limit sign we passed as we turned onto the road. 

                With my seatbelt still on, I moved as far away from him as I could by pressing my back into the corner created by the door and the back of the seat.  I didn’t know what to do, I had never been in a situation like that before and I immediately remembered the day that he had thrown me down with the chair over a small misunderstanding.  I was scared of what he might do because though he had nearly broken my hand he didn’t seem affected at al.  Even as I stared at him from my corner he seemed to take no notice of me or what he had done.  I could see his profile in the dark thanks to the glowing blue light that emanated from the face of his CD player that displayed only the time and pumped no music to the speakers in the back of his car.  All was silent and he stared straight ahead at the road, his face completely expressionless.  I didn’t even dare make a sound, or even move for a while.  

                After a while I began to take notice of my surroundings.  I realized that the drive was taking way too long and that we had left the restaurant over two hours ago. As I began to whimper and look at him pleadingly he finally looked over at me and said “You said you were willing to give yourself to me in whatever way I pleased? Well, tonight you’re going to but it’s not yours to give.  It’s mine to take, slut.”  With that he pulled onto a dirt road and as the car began to bounce a little from the unlevel ground beneath it, he stretched his hand out to me and I cowered further back into my corner whining like a sick child.  He put his hand on the side of my face and began to stroke my cheek while I cried uncontrollably and looked on in fear.  Though his actions were soft and caring his face was cold and unmoving. In one quick movement he stopped stroking my cheek and brought the back of his large had across my face.  I immediately tasted blood and brought my uninjured hand to my mouth to shield it.  I began to cry harder and he only looked over at me and said “Oh, shut up cunt! You’ll have something to cry about soon enough.”  With that exclamation he stopped the car in the middle of the road and as I looked around I realized all I could see was the black outline of pine trees against a dark sky.  He was immediately out of the car and walked around the back to the trunk and began moving things around.  I never moved.  Never unhooked the seatbelt.  Never picked up my cell phone.  I knew I should be trying to find a way to escape or call for help but I felt helpless and could only remain seated awaiting whatever it was he was looking for in his trunk.

                He came back around to the front of his car and turned off the engine and shut his door without even one glance in my direction.  He walked around the front of the car and came over to the passenger side door and glared at me through the window as he reached down to pull on the door handle. When he reached across me to unlatch the seatbelt I tried to protest but my voice came out weak and raspy and I could only get out the word “please” over and over again through my sobs.  He only laughed at me and grabbed me by my hair and began to pull me in the direction of the dense woods that were to the left side of the road.  My hair was wrapped twice around his hand and he led me through the woods for what seemed like hours.  He kept the hand that held my hair by his side so that I was walking behind him and bent over in a painful position as to keep him from ripping my hair out. Though I mostly concentrated on the ground we walked across, as it was all I could see, and the throbbing pain in my left hand but I did happen to notice that he had what appeared to be a backpack slung over his opposite shoulder.  He was completely quiet all the through the woods and seemed to not even take notice of how I shuddered when I noticed the bag slung over his shoulder.

                Finally we came upon a clearing and still no sounds came from him and he pulled me along a little farther and a picnic table came into view.  He released my hair, but as I began to straighten my back out he grabbed me by the shoulder and forced me to the ground in front of him.  I never noticed how truly menacing his 6’5” and 275lb frame was before that moment as I was on my knees looking up at him.  I noticed the large bulge of his cock against the front of his pants almost immediately and I knew what was happening.  He just looked down at me, enjoying every minute of my agony as I realized what was about to happen to me. “What are you waiting for bitch? I know you know how to suck a dick!” He unbuttoned his pants and had me pull down the zipper with my teeth and then I removed his ever-hardening cock from his boxers and brought it into my mouth.  I winced with pain as his dick moved against the cut on the inside of my mouth I’d received earlier and he brought his hand against the side of my head and yelled “suck harder, cunt!”  I tried my hardest not to let my teeth injure him in anyway for fear of what retributions I might get in return and I continued moving my lips up and down his large dick while shedding silent tears.  He never stopped looking down at me the whole time and the only change on his face was smirk that I only saw for the moment I dared look up at him.  I didn’t question his strength because I knew he could overpower me and I didn’t dare think of running because I thought that running would only make him prolong what he wanted to do with me when he finally caught up to me.  After a few minutes he jerked me up by my hair and said “okay, that’s enough.” He looked down at his cock and said, “Now look at that, you got blood all over my dick with your filthy little mouth.” I was embarrassed and meekly replied that I was so sorry.  He responded “Don’t worry bitch, because there’s gonna be plenty more of your blood on my dick before I’m through with you.”

                He reached down and stuck his hand into the discarded backpack and brought out a 6 inch hunting knife that I’d seen him play with many times before at home.  He cut through the front of my top and bra in one swift motion leaving me exposed in front of him.  With the knife still in his right hand he reached over and began squeezing my left breast cruelly and then he did the one thing I was hoping he wouldn’t…he wrapped his finger though the captive bead ring that I had in one of my nipples and began to pull forward.  I yelped and tried to follow the ring, in fear that he was about to rip it out.  He released it just as I started to feel blood running down to my stomach and said “It’s okay bitch, I’m not going to pull them out.  I like my little slut having her nipples pierced and I don’t want to make those little tits of yours ugly for when I see them the next time.”  I thought to myself “oh my god! Again?!”   He looked down at the blood running down my stomach and barely missing his cock that was pressed firmly against my bellybutton. 

       He pulled away from me and told me to take my pants and shoes off as he leaned back down and reached into the bag to pull out a few lengths of rope and a roll of duct tape.   I removed my pants, panties and shoes as slowly as I could because for some reason I hoped he’d lose interest in his work if I took too long.  But I was wrong because as soon as I had finished removing the last bit of clothing he was sitting on the picnic table looking over at me.  He said, “Now I’m gonna fuck you.  I’m gonna treat you like a little bitch in heat.  Because that’s what you are, a little fucking bitch in heat.”  He grabbed me and bent me over the picnic table and tied my wrists with one long length of rope that ran under the top of the table.  My hair was pushed over my face so all I could see was dark strands of hair that were a tangled mass as I was left bent over and exposed to him.  I pulled against the ropes as I heard his pants fall to the ground but stopped as soon as I realized I was only making my previous injury hurt even more.   Though I’d taken his cock before, I knew how much it could hurt if I was wet and ready.  Though he was 10 inches long he was wide as well.  Even when we had had sex before then I would still feel a dull pain as soon as he entered me. I could feel him behind me, moving closer.  He pressed his dick against my ass and began to move along my slit.  In one fast movement he pushed his full and thick 10 inches inside of me and stayed in place while he reached forward and grabbed the hair at the back of me head , pulling my neck backward in an awkward position.  My arms were stretched as far as he could be and began to burn.  He said, “Are you my little whore? Who’s my little whore?” I yelled back in response, “I am master.  I’m your little whore.”   He started moving in and out of me with long violent thrusts what made me groan out in pain because my pussy was no where near wet but he enjoyed groaning and continued on assaulting my unprepared pussy.  He released my hair and put a hand on each of my shoulders and began forcing me back onto his cock as her rammed it in me.  He was using me, I was his toy. 

       I knew I began bleeding because I could feel him tearing me inside and the little bit of blood escaping seemed to give some lubrication. He didn’t cum as I hoped he did when he began to slow down but instead he pulled out of me and leaned over me to untie the knots that kept my wrists bound. He stood me up and moved in front of me.  He laid down with his back on the top of the table that he’d just released me from and motioned for me to come to him.  I climbed up on top of him rather clumsily and ended up straddling him with my knees barely able to fit on the table top. He looked at me as he reached down to push his cock back into my aching pussy he said, “Now my little bitch is going to cum for me.” He entered me again and began using his fingers to play with my clit. Soon I was warm and beginning to move up and down on my own.  I couldn’t believe that he was going to make me cum.  He knew that moving on top of him always made me cum.  I still felt the pain inside my pussy but I didn’t care.   I wanted him.  I tried to slow myself and back off but he grabbed me by my throat and pulled me down to his face and said, “ Ride my dick like I know you want to bitch.  Don’t say you don’t like it because I can feel how wet you are.”  He squeezed my throat a little harder and then let go.  I began grinding back and forth on top of him with his dick inside of me so that my clit was rubbing against him as I moved.  I could feel my body tightening and the pleasure starting to brim and the flood over inside of me.  I was cumming so hard that I was almost pushing him out of me.  He wouldn’t let that happen, he began ramming himself into me again…making me cum even harder.  He started yelling “That’s it.  Cum you filthy bitch, cum!”

       I slumped over on top of him and he said, “ Oh, no.  I’m not done with you yet bitch.”  He pushed me off of him and he slid back off of the table and grabbed the ropes he had bound my wrists with and then reached back into his backpack and pulled out the black vibrator he’d bought for me a few months earlier.  He bent me back over the table and tied my wrists again as he had earlier.  I saw him put the vibrator down by my head and then I heard a loud popping sound that I found out to be his belt hitting the bench portion of the table.  I was suddenly aware of my ass being exposed and the wetness and my own cum that left my inner thighs slick.  He walked around to the other side of the table so that he was in my view and put a strip of duct tape over my mouth which scared me even more.  He walked back behind me and I began feeling his blows land across my back.  There was an explosion of pain and a burning sensation that followed and made me begin crying again.  I tried to scream against the tape but to no avail, all the came out of a tortured sort of muffled sound.   He continued beating me for what seemed like forever and finally I heard the belt fall to the ground and he started moving his cock against my ass as he had earlier.  I began shaking my head and hoping he wouldn’t do what I thought he was about to do.  He pushed himself inside my ass giving me a sharp pain that I had never before experienced and I began trying to cry out but no sound came and he moved on relentlessly. He said, “I knew this would be easier when you were still wet from being fucked.  Be glad that I didn’t just force my dick inside of your tight virgin ass first thing.”

       Soon the pain went away and I began to like the feeling of being filled up.  But I was so humiliated and embarrassed that he’d forced himself into my ass.  I’d never let anyone inside me like that before.  I was grunting like an animal as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me and I hated that I had began to enjoy his brutal thrusts into my ass.  He reached up by my head and grabbed a hold of the vibrator, I began to hear the familiar buzzing sound and then it was forced into my cunt as he rode my ass.  He said,”So how does it feel to be stuffed in both holes?”  I put my forehead against the table top in shame and tried to ignore the pleasure building up inside of me again. The thrusts of the vibrator and his large cock were in synch and soon made both of us cum.  I could feel his hot cum inside of me, filling me up all the more.  I was his little slut.  I was his.  He had made me his.  But before he pulled out of me he grabbed me by my neck from behind and began to choke me.  Even if the duct tape hadn’t been covering my mouth gasping for air was out of the question under his strong grip.  I soon blacked out and just before that I felt my body go limp.

       I woke up lying in our bedroom.  My hand throbbed and reminded me of what had happened the night before but as I looked down at myself I was clean and my hair felt as though it had been washed and brushed until it was tangle free.  My arms and legs were sore and so was my pussy.  All a reaffirmation of what had happened.  I notice that his arm around me and I turned to look at him.  He smiled and said, “good morning.”