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It was almost closing time, and I couldn’t wait for it to get here already. I hated working in the plus-sized section of a large department store. I hated the long hours of standing up all day. I hated being hassled by fat women who came in and demanded that I find something that would make them look thin. I hated the looks those fat women’s husbands gave me while I helped their wives, looks that gave me the creeps as they looked over my 34C-26-34 body like a pack of wolves.
“Well,” I sighed to myself as the warning bell sounded and I began to close the register, “it’s only for the summer, and I sure need the money for college in the fall.” I couldn’t wait to get back to college and get the hell out of this department store, that was for sure, but until then I’d just have to go home and take a nice, long bath. Maybe that would help the pounding headache that was starting right behind my left eye.
I waved goodbye to the ladies I worked with and walked out toward my car in the dark parking lot. At least it wasn’t my turn to close up the store tonight, I thought with a small smile, as I searched for my car. The workers always had to park far away from the store so we wouldn’t take up valuable close parking for the fat ladies who waddled into the store. Ugh. The parking lot at this time of night always freaked me out a little bit, but I figured that I was safe.
I reached down to unlock my car’s door, then realized that I had left the door unlocked. I was a bit absentminded lately, and I mentally berated myself for doing such a stupid thing. I looked around nervously, but there was no one around. I got into my car and quickly locked the doors behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief and started up the old car, only to feel something cold and sharp pressing against my neck as I flipped the headlights on.
“Now, you be quiet or I’ll split you from ear to ear, understand?” I heard a deep voice whisper behind me, his foul breath brushing against my ear.
“Just take my car, please, I’ll give you all my money, I don’t have much, pl-” I began blubbering as I felt the cold steel of the knife against my tender neck.
“Shut up!” The man yelled from the back seat, pressing the knife against my throat even harder. I felt the end of the knife catch my neck and I felt a warm trickle of blood ooze from the wound and trace its way down my throat. “Now, little girl, drive.”
Mutely, I put my car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. He gave me instructions on the way – turn right here, keep going straight, turn left up here. I felt like I was on auto-pilot. I refused to acknowledge what was happening to me. I was sure this man was going to take me out into the woods surrounding the town and kill me. My fears seemed to be confirmed as the houses grew sparser and sparser, and the trees became thicker and thicker. Finally, he ordered me to turn down a dirt road that appeared virtually out of nowhere. This is it, I thought to myself, he’s going to kill me right here and no one will ever find me.
The dirt road came to a dead end, and the man in the back seat ordered me to stop my car. I shut off the engine and turned off the lights. “Turn the damned lights back on!” He rasped in my ear, “I wanna see what I’m doin’ to ya.” I flipped the lights back on, my battery light flicking on and off. “Now get out of the car, and if you run, I swear I’ll hunt ya down and kill ya.”
My hands were shaking as I opened the door. I didn’t try to run. I needed to be level-headed and see to it that I survived whatever he had in store for me. It was only then that I saw the man’s face. I didn’t recognize him. He was probably 6’2”, 230 pounds, and black. He was probably around 30, maybe a little bit older, but he couldn’t be past 40. He stared at me in the glare of the headlights. “Come here,” he ordered, his voice deep and dark. I inched my forward until I was standing about two feet from him.
He looked my shivering body up and down, then up and down again, finally resting his eyes on my tits. “Take of yer shirt,” he muttered, his eyes still fixed on my breasts. My fingers were shaking so badly, I almost couldn’t undo the buttons, but I managed to undo five of them and then lift the shirt over my head, revealing my black lacy bra. “Now yer bra,” he murmured, stepping a little closer to me. I felt tears running down my cheeks as I complied with his request, springing my tits free. My nipples instantly hardened in the cold air, and I was shaking even more. He smiled.
“Now take off yer skirt and panties,” he mumbled, stepping closer to me again. I slid my skirt down along with my black thongs, revealing my pussy and nicely rounded ass for his viewing. “What do ya know,” he laughed, “yer a natural blonde.”
I blushed from the roots of my hair down my throat, shivering in only my thigh-high pantyhose and clogs. “Get on yer knees,” the black man said, unzipping his jeans to reveal his huge black penis. It was already semi-erect and about eight inches long. I stood there, looking at his dick and then at him, realizing for the first time what was going to happen. The black man scowled at me. “Either get down here on your knees or you’ll regret it, bitch.”
Reluctantly, I hit my knees in front of his thick cock. The ground was littered with beer cans, bottles, and paper, obviously a party hang out for teenagers. I took his dick in my one hand, realizing that my first estimate was way off and he was probably at least 10 inches long and three inches wide. I opened up my mouth just a little bit and touched my cock with my tongue, instantly wanting to spit. He grabbed my blonde hair and roughly shoved his cock down my mouth into my throat. I began to gag and writhe as he pushed his tool farther and farther down my throat, his cock scraping my esophagus raw and flattening my nose with each thrust. I gasped for air, trying to pull away from him, but he continued to pump his dick into my throat. Just when I thought I would pass out from the onslaught, he withdrew his penis from my mouth. I collapsed onto the ground, paying no mind to the bottles and rocks that scraped against my back, gagging and trying to breathe.
The black man took this opportunity to situate himself between my flailing legs and slid his cock up against my pussy. I could feel his massive organ pressing against my tiny fuckhole and I began to scream inbetween my gasps for air. His large black hands grasped my heaving tits as he began to slide into my pussy, his nails grinding into my tender flesh as he shoved that monster into my tiny twat. I was definitely not a virgin, but I had never fucked a guy this big before in my life! “Oh GOD,” I managed to choke out, “please stop!” The black man only smiled at me as he continued to slide his dick into my little pussy. I felt my pussy muscles stretching to accommodate his massive size, and finally he sank into my twat with another thrust of his hips.
He began to grind his cock into my abused fuckhole, groaning once in a while, his hands mauling my tender tits, bruising them with his hands squeezing and pawing my flesh. I can’t even remember how many times I screamed, even as my pussy adjusted to his dick, as I watched in horror as his hands continued to terrorize my boobs. He used his cock like a battering ram, punching my cervix with his tool with each thrust. Finally, he reared back and thrust deep inside of my pussy again, moaning as he shot his cum deep inside my raped hole. I cried as he pulled out his shrinking black member, a few dribbles of cum falling to the ground beneath me.
The black man grinned at me. “That was sure a tight pussy, Blondie, but I loosened it up for you a bit. You need to fuck more black dudes.” He laughed, getting up on his knees and looking at my sprawled body. “Now open up wide sweetheart,” he growled, something glinting in his hand. I was too terrified to try and resist at first, thinking it was the knife that he was going to stick up my abused pussy. I felt something cold and hard being pressed into my snatch, and I soon realized that he had p icked up a glass beer bottle from the ground and was shoving it into my twat. I screamed as he forced apart my battered pussy lips with the bottle as he continued to shove it inside of me. I heard a wet sucking sound as he forced the bottle into my twat, and I looked down to see that most of the dirty bottle had disappeared into my cunt. He began to pump the bottle in and out as I sobbed and screamed from the pain of being spread so far, his dick getting hard again before my eyes. Whenever I tried to close my eyes to the sight, he forced me to open them again so I could watch him torture me with the bottle. Finally, he drew the bottle from my cunt and ordered me to turn over onto my stomach.
I felt him get inbetween my legs again, but this time his rigid cock nosed up against my puckered asshole. He scooped some of the cum from my pussy and rubbed it against the head of his dick, then began to force open my tiny little hole. I screamed as his head managed to squeeze into my ass, feeling as if I was being torn apart by his massive black cock. He thrust again and again, my screams echoing in the still night. I felt each vein of his cock rubbing against my tender colon, my asshole being stretched out to accommodate his pole. I felt my asshole beginning to rip and tear as he continued thrusting into me, my sobs and screams becoming one large moan. He finally sank all the way into my bowels with a wet ripping noise. His balls slapped against my swollen pussy as he thrust in and out of my ass, his hands holding my hips to the ground. I scraped the ground with my nails, moaning from the pain of having my ass ripped open by his big black cock, unable to take the pain and he continued his thrusts with his rock hard tool. When I thought I wouldn’t be able to take any more abuse, I felt him spurt his cum deep into my bowels.
Withdrawing his dick, he slapped my asscheek and laughed as he saw my violated holes dripping with his cum. I felt the bottle being pressed against my asshole, coated with my pussy juices and his cum. I let out a few mewling noises as he shoved the bottle deep into my ass until the glass bottle was completely swallowed up by my gaping asshole. He pulled me up to my feet. I could barely stand after the abuse I had taken, and he shoved me in the general direction of my car. “Leave your clothes here,” he growled, “and get in the fucking car.” I meekly obeyed him, sliding into the driver’s seat with the bottle still up my ass.
“Now,” he murmured, getting into my car and sitting in the passenger’s seat beside me, “drive back to the mall.”
I did as I was told, the glass bottle in my ass jarring with each bump in the road. I could feel the emblem stamped on the side of the bottle rubbing my colon raw with each bump, but I bit my tongue, afraid to anger this man. We finally reached the mall parking lot. I pulled into the lot and turned my car off again. “Now,” he whispered, unzipping his pants, “I want you to climb on my dick and fuck me.”
I was humiliated, but I did as I was told. I straddled his hips, positioning my hips over his cock, and slid him inside of me. I yelped as his dick rubbed against the bottle in my asshole and as his dick smacked against my bruised cervix. I began bouncing up and down on his fuckpole, letting out a small scream as his dick glided against the bottle in my ass, my pussy feeling incredibly tight against his cock. He lowered his lips to my neck and began biting into my flesh, drawing blood. Tears were flowing down my face as I felt him cum into my raped twat once more. “Now,” he managed to whisper, his cock still inside of me, “push that bottle out of your ass.”
I tried to relax my muscles as much as possible, then grunted as I began pushing with all my might against the bottle in my ass. His hands pulled my asscheeks apart as I moaned and screamed, all the while trying to push the bottle out. I felt a corner slide out of my ass, and then the entire bottom of the bottle was out. I continued to push, grunting and groaning as I felt my violated asshole stretch almost beyond its limits, trying to get that damned bottle out. Finally, the bottle snapped out of my ass and landed on the floor of my car with a loud THUNK. The black man pushed me off of his lap, zipped up his pants, and got out of the car.
“Thanks, Blondie,” he snickered as he shut the car door, walking away into the night. I watched him leave, my ass throbbing, the bottle glistening on the floor in the pale moonlight. |
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I was alone that night....a rare occasion. My husband and daughter had left earlier that day...they were going out of town for an in-law get-together that I got out of by pleading my job. Well, I DID have to work a few hours that morning, but the rest of my weekend would be FREE!! I was going to have the house all to myself!! I couldn't believe my incredible luck. After taking a long hot shower and smoking a fine phat one, I'd settled in to watch one of my favorite movies....The Blair Witch Project. Just to add to the effect and creep myself out a little further, I turned off all the lights (except my red lava lamp) and lit a few candles
I was really into it.... that’s a helluva creepy kewl movie to watch while high...all that raw fear...it always gave me a thrill I could never pinpoint or understand. That night, however, it seemed to be causing a paranoia it never caused before....I seemed to hear things outside the window, and even from the kitchen, but when I'd get up to look I would see nothing. I decided that it was totally normal for me to feel a little paranoid. It was the first night I'd spent totally alone in 6 years at least! Add to that the fact that I was high...and watching a movie in which paranoia very nearly had a starring role! Eventually I ignored the noises.
I'd just gotten to the part where Heather decides to open the "package" containing poor Josh's remains, when the phone rang.... damn near causing me to jump off the couch! RRRIIINNNNGGG I stared at it for a second...suddenly annoyed. Wouldn't you know it? Oh well, I WAS getting creeped out...talking to somebody may help. With my eyes still on the screen, I reach over to answer it. While Heather's trembling fingers begin to untie the grisly package, I hear a rasping male voice say..."Heeeeaaaaaatttthhhhherrrr...." after a beat of utter confusion on my part...watching Heather on the screen and all, the voice deepens.... turns ugly.... scary...
"How ya doing Heather?....you BITCH!!"
A shock ran thru me.... making me unable to say anything for a few moments. The first shock was that I just got called a bitch on the phone...that was kind of unexpected. Second shock....and the most disturbing, was that my caller had used my online name...HeatherBWP to be exact..based on the Heather from the movie I was watching...too weird said the stoned part of my brain.
Before I could find my voice, he says, "Did you have a nice shower?"
"...who..???" I tried to say, but it only came out in a squeak.
Onscreen, Heather was screaming and hyperventilating after making her horrible discovery. Unnerved I grab the remote to pause it. I noticed my hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Who is this??"....I manage to say. This time it comes out quite loud.
I hear him laughing softly.."Aw Heather....have you forgotten me already? Guess I'll just have to make sure you never forget me again.....right Bitch?"
Only one online "friend" I could think of called me Bitch with any regularity...and then only while "playing", but he'd disappeared online a few weeks ago. I really missed him, but that's how online friendships often go. They can disappear with a few keystrokes.
"Dark One?...", I asked--only knowing his online name "is that you??" --almost relieved. Despite some rough (but VERY hot) online role-plays between us, he seemed like a basically nice guy. I was always teasing and tormenting him into frenzy...till he would "rape" me--sometimes quite brutally--online. But it was all in fun. I was quite sure. I mean he was actually nice! But how in the world had he gotten my number? And why was he messing with me?
"Guess where I'm at slut?", he says next, not bothering to acknowledge whether or not I'd correctly guessed his identity. Before I had a chance to respond, his voice dropped to another raspy whisper, but I heard what he said....and terror gripped me hard......
"I'm gonna fuck you reeeal gooood....in every damn hole I can find....I'm soooo close to you Bitch...By the way...you shouldn't smoke that shit..."
Shocked, not only by the threats, but also by how he'd described my evening so far, I slammed the phone down as a small cry escaped me. I jumped up and began pacing around frantically. He was right...I shouldn't have smoked that shit...I was like a deer in the headlights, looking all around me at once. I jumped as the VCR automatically stopped the movie and the channel the TV was on blared into life. An audience was laughing uproariously at my situation it seemed. I turned it down.....
FUCK!!! I heard something again!! Suddenly I wondered if I'd remembered to lock the back door. I don't always think to. OMIGOD.... I realized with a dull shock that I probably didn't.... I remembered putting the wet mop outside earlier...but I just knew I didn't lock it! You know how you just KNOW you forgot something?...something important? The slow dawning horror?....well multiply that by a LOT....that's how scared I was becoming.
I heard my breath tearing itself in and out frantically thru a throat closed with absolute fear as I ran down the hall and to the kitchen...RRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG ...My heart nearly stopped! I screamed when the phone in the kitchen rang just as I got in there....as though it were waiting for me. Fearfully, I picked it up, held it to my ear, but didn't say anything.
"Damn BITCH!!! You'll be sorry for hanging up on me...".....as he speaks I'm frozen to the spot...my eyes never leaving the back door...which was not only unlocked but standing open at least 6 inches.
"Nooo....ohhh no! Oh please god no...." I heard myself faintly moan....the fear had turned my blood cold by now. Because even though I was fairly sure I'd forgotten to lock the door, I was very sure I'd at least closed it all the way....I knew it because the door sticks sometimes and I remembered having to slam it a few times to get it to close good. But here it was....standing open....as though someone had just come thru it.
"Where are you?", I whimpered into the phone...slowly advancing toward the open door. Thinking maybe I should run right thru it as hard and fast as I can....but maybe he's out there....waiting for me to do just that?
"Hey...good question", he chuckled approvingly..."You must want me to come in huh?....ooohhh I'm gonna have so much fun with you..."
With a panicked shriek I just dropped the phone and ran to the door....deciding he must be out there and I would slam it and lock it in a hurry....when before I could reach the door, or even turn around, I heard running footsteps behind me--he must have been hiding in the bedroom--and a body slamming itself into me...driving me against the door......which slammed.
Before I could even scream I felt something being shoved roughly into my mouth...it felt like one of my socks. His other arm was holding me tightly around the waist. When he'd stuffed as much of the sock into my mouth as he could, I saw his hand reach down and lock the door....I kicked and struggled and made as much noise as would escape my sudden crude gag....and all the while he was laughing...pressed against me, pinning me to the door...tying a scarf or something over my eyes. Then one hand was holding my face while the other moved down to grab me between the legs....fingers squeezing and rubbing,...then he began to grind against me...obscenely shoving his hardness insistently against my ass...and I was only wearing a t-shirt and panties!
"Mmmmmmmmm....", The voice from the phone was suddenly in my ear....."I've been watching you for days now...just waiting for this chance. And I'm gonna be hard for some time babe....I already dropped a load while watching you tonight...couldn't help it...ohhh yeah,.. I got off sooo hard just thinking about what all I was gonna do to you.. "
When he said that I totally panicked and summoned all the strength I could get in a last ditch effort to get away....but my strength was, of course, no match for his. When he got tired of my struggles he suddenly spun me around and slapped me....hard enough that I fell down. He swooped down on me then and seemed suddenly tender....with my blindfold on he was as faceless as he ever was online..., but I didn't need to see him to know he was big...strong!!
I felt his lips gently kiss the part of my face he'd just slapped, as gently as a lover almost, and while caressing my hair he asked sweetly..
"Did that hurt baby? If you're a good girl, maybe I won't have to do that again ok? Can you be a good girl for me?"
Sobbing in terror, I nodded my head...
"That's good".... suddenly the hand caressing my hair roughly grabbed a handful of it and I was yanked to my feet quickly.
"Then come on Bitch!” he says jovially as he pulled me across the kitchen..."Let's get this party going!"
Taking of Heather part 2
As I was being pulled by my hair into my bedroom, my face still stinging, my heart pounding so hard I felt it would burst thru my chest in terror, I wondered how I'd gotten into this situation...besides forgetting to lock the back door! But even if I had locked it.... would that have really stopped him? To plan this so carefully, a locked door probably wouldn't have given him much pause at all. I knew this had all started because of my online audacity. I had teased this man to death and responded to his role-playing with descriptive enthusiasm.... my face burned when I remembered all the things I'd written, and how hot it had made me. .... but I'd been safe!! Or so I thought. How naive could I have been?? After all what did I really know about this guy? About anyone I talked to for that matter? He could be a serial killer for all I knew. And here he was.....taking total control in my own home...laughing at my terror, planning God only knew what.
I was flung onto my bed. Before I could try to jump off or even get my bearings he was on me....holding me down....pulling a length of rope from somewhere and tying my wrists together in front of me tightly, then tying the end of the rope to a post on the headboard.
Grabbing more rope he tied each of my ankles to each post at the foot of the bed. He worked very quickly. Soon I was helpless....more helpless than I'd ever been in my life.....on my back with my legs spread out and my wrists together and over my head......still blindfolded and still gagged. Not being able to see anything was making me even more scared. He had gotten quiet and I had no idea where he was, what he was doing, or what he was going to do next.
I felt my body jerk and drew in a startled gasp as the edge of what must have been a large and very sharp blade touched the side of my face.
"Eeeaasy now Bitch...." I heard him croon, "You don't want to make any sudden moves now do you?", he asked me in a conversational tone. I carefully shook my head no. Omigod....I thought....I got a horrifying vision of my family coming home to find my bound and butchered body. I had to live thru this somehow.
"Gooood girl", he said as he continued to lightly run the blade down my face, across my throat...then down to the neck of my t-shirt. I felt the shirt being pulled away from my body, and a slight pressure as he cut thru it....then pulled the blade down till it was cut open. My breasts and stomach were now exposed.....I nearly fainted with fear when I felt the blade lightly flick at first one nipple, then the other. I dared not move a muscle as I felt the blade continue its bizarre caress all around both breasts, then down my stomach. The blade went under the waistband of my panties and they were quickly cut away as well.
Now I was totally exposed.....every private part of me laid bare to this man who knew me as Heather.....hot little Heather.....Oh God, what had I done???
I could barely hear the running commentary he made about my body as he stripped each barrier to him from it over the sound of my own heart hammering in my ears....but I could hear things like...."oh yeah.... nice tits..." and "let's see what we have under here". All the while sounding like he was having a wonderful time.
"mmmm....what a beautiful p...HEYYYY what have we HERE?", he exclaimed, sounding surprised and delighted. "You're already wet!! I knew you'd love this you whore!!"
I'd been so scared I hadn't noticed, but with horror I realized it was true.....a steady wetness had begun inside me and was beginning to seep out. How could this BE??? I DIDN'T want this!!! But why was I so wet? And why was I tingling so down there? Was it a fear reaction? A self-defense mechanism of a body that knew it was about to be invaded? ..... or was he right? Was some deep strange part of me turned on by this danger? It always turned me on while spinning our role-plays online, but this was REAL!! I wasn't safely sitting at my computer, typing and reading dirty words and seeing how much I could turn someone on miles and miles away from me..... I was captured.... bound and helpless while my captor was amusing himself running a blade over my exposed flesh. I shuddered and cursed my slut body for responding to this danger in such a way.
I heard the distinct sound of a zipper and of clothes being removed, and felt myself panic again... I heard muffled whimpers and mewling sounds seeming to come from far away. In my extreme terror I was barely aware that they were coming from me. One thought kept reverberating in my head.... there would be no rescue and no escape. This man was going to do whatever he wanted to me and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
The bed creaked as he crawled over me and straddled my chest. I felt his incredibly hard and large cock between my heaving breasts. Then he roughly grabbed both breasts and squeezed them together around it and began to move back and forth. I could feel his pre-cum between my tits and on my chin as he drove hard between them. When he tired of that, I once again felt the blade against my throat...with more pressure than before.
"Ok doll", he said. "I'm gonna have to pull out your gag.....I need that pretty 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, but I shook my head no.
I felt the gag being pulled from my mouth.... then 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 at my face....
"Come on Bitch!!"...I heard him growl..."open up...you're gonna suck this dick!!". When I felt the blade again my paralysis was broken and I opened up for him.
"Ohhh yeah...." he chuckled, as he slid it between my lips and over my tongue, "suck it slut.....mmmm.... gonna fuck that pretty face"
Desperately I 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.
"Ooohhhh hell yeah...."....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. This was driving him into a frenzy....he shoved into my throat till my nose was in his pubic hair and his balls were resting against my chin. He stayed this way for what seemed an eternity....I nearly blacked out because I couldn't breathe.....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. Suddenly I felt his prick begin to jerk and with a roar and a mighty thrust he began cumming....I felt his huge load shooting down my throat as he continued pumping. 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.
He then moved down my body till his face was next to my spread open legs. "yeah, just like I thought....wetter than ever!". Suddenly both his hands were on my breasts, twisting my nipples painfully. I drew in my breath sharply at the sudden pain....then moaned as the pain seemed to turn into an electric jolt of pleasure...starting at my clit and shooting thru my legs. I then gasped and began to thrash as I felt his tongue flicking my clit,, then licking my opening....and finally his tongue was thrusting inside me. Unexpected waves of pleasure coursed all thru me. There was no denying that what he was doing felt good.....I flinched when I felt one of his fingers shove itself into my ass....he moved it around and around, then in and out while he kept licking and tongue fucking me.
What pain there was lost in the incredible pleasure. I felt my hips moving on their own...moving in time to his tongue and finger thrusts. Even when he added a second finger to stretch my anus even more I moaned louder, but continued to writhe under this added sensation. I still knew I was in danger, but this diabolical dude with the talented tongue was making my whole body feel as if it were on fire with raw lust.
Withdrawing from me, he rose and I could feel my ankles being untied. Placing them firmly on his shoulders I felt his prick at the entrance to my very hot, nearly aching pussy....with shame I knew I wanted it in there....as deep as it could go. He didn't disappoint. With a grunt he thrust up into me hard and fast...till I could feel the entire length.
Our moans mingled as he began fucking me....steadily pounding me harder with each stroke. My wrists were being pulled painfully against the rope as his thrusts became more and more frenzied. Somehow this made me even more excited.....my hips meeting his pounding thrusts.....the whimpers turning to cries of passion.
Without warning the waves of pleasure became so intense I felt as if every nerve in my body were exploding.....With a throaty growl, I stiffened and thrust my body up further while I spasmed in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
"OOhhhhh yeaaahhh baby.....cum all over my cock....that's it....awww ....DAMN!!"
I knew he hadn't cum again yet, and while I was panting for breath I heard him say with devilish glee,
"You slut....you loved it didn't you? ....Well let's see how you love THIS!!"
With that he withdrew from me, grabbed my legs and suddenly flipped me over. The way my hands were tied made this easy. I was suddenly on my stomach and the head of his cock was pushing against my quivering anus!
In a panic I remembered how he described doing this to me online....and forgetting the threat of his nearby knife, I began to shriek and plead with him....
"NO OH PLEASE NO!!! NOT THERE!!! OH PLLLEEEEAASE DON'T DO THAT TO ME!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT THERE!!!....." on and on I pleaded uselessly.
This seemed to amuse him greatly.
"Yeah, it might hurt you some alright", I heard him sigh with mock regret, "but.....oh MAN is it gonna feel good to ME!!"
All hope was lost when I felt the gag being pushed into my mouth again...even further than before....this time he added something that felt like my cut-up t-shirt ...it was being pulled tightly over my mouth and tied behind my head to keep the gag in place.
"I guess I can't expect you to be quiet while I'm fucking that tight little ass....so make all the noise you want bitch", he said generously as he finished tying the gag in place painfully tight.
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 with a determined shove, he broke thru the tight resistance of my sphincter muscles and with a long loud groan slowly but steadily sank the rest of the way into me.
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 rope that held my bound wrists to the bed with all my strength in an insane and desperate impulse to escape the intense pain.
Meanwhile my attacker had lowered his body onto mine....laying 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...."you're even tighter than I imagined you'd be!!.....OOohhhh ...ohhh fuckk yeeeaahh"
As he pushed and pulled in and out of my ass, I began to scream again....it hurrrt 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....was he never going to cum?? His hand reached under me at one point and began to stroke and tickle my clit....causing unexpected waves of pleasure to mix with the pain. Without quite realizing it, I'd begun to move with him....my screams of agony turning to moans of pleasure/pain. This spurred him to fuck me even harder and faster till the headboard was whacking the wall....
Suddenly it became too much....his groans...his frenzied pace....the noise of the headboard.....his fingers teasing my clit...the complete dirtiness of the act...maybe even the utter helplessness, I don't know....but suddenly the pain seemed to disappear altogether as I felt myself overcome with the hardest orgasm yet! I mindlessly pushed my ass back to meet each hard thrust....noises I'd never heard nor made before were escaping from the gag...screaming once again as my body bore down and stiffened as if a thousand volts of electricity were running thru me. With some degree of satisfaction I could hear him gasp then roar as my tight hole suddenly clamped down on his still rampaging cock....forcing his punishing thrusts to stop for a moment as it became painfully tight on him. Once again he stopped and laid still till my thrashing passed and I slumped helplessly flat on my stomach again....panting for breath.
Pulling his knees under him without removing his cock from my still-throbbing ass, he rose up and gripped my hips tightly....pulling me against him roughly, he picked up his frantic pace again....hurting me again....I could hear him mutter and curse....and incredibly this was causing yet another orgasm to build within me despite the pain...
"OOhhhhhhhhhh yyeeeaahhhh"....he was getting louder as he drove into me with everything he had...."gonna cum in that tight fucking ass! oooooOOOHHHHHH...FUUUUUCCCKK"
In and out.....harder....faster....deeper. His hands were now on the back of my head.....holding my face firmly against the mattress as he pumped out what had to be his final thrusts....His cock was swelling and jerking. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he shouted as I felt hot spurts of his cum shooting inside me with surprising force. This drove me over the edge once again .....but this time my muffled cries were drowned out by his triumphant howls.
He collapsed on top of me as my body continued to spasm and my asshole clutched and milked his cock, which was finally beginning to go down some. He withdrew from me and laid there for what seemed like a very long time....I'm sure he was exhausted.
Later he stumbled to the bathroom. I could hear water running and he came back with a wet warm rag and began to clean me. Removing my gag he held a glass of water to my parched lips. I drank greedily then whispered,
"thank you...".
Sounding stunned and dazed from what happened, he mumbled, "yeah......ok.....sure...".
He fell on the bed beside me and pulled me to him....kissing me long and tenderly.....his hands roaming absently over my entire body....eventually, we both slept....for a while.
I woke up several times that long night with his hands urgently parting my legs.....I would moan as he entered me and cry out as he rode me to ecstasy. I lost count how many more times he took me that night. He couldn't seem to get enough.....and neither could I.
Although when this began it was a total nightmare, at that point it would be hard to call what was happening a rape....although he never removed the blindfold and would only untie me for short periods of time. We were both in the grip of an erotic mania that wouldn't sate itself no matter how many times or how hard we fucked. On and on we fucked each other....in every way imaginable...once I even rode him, hard and fast till we both exploded in delirium again....we only stopped when exhaustion overcame us....very little was said....words became unnecessary.
The final time I opened my eyes I could see daylight breaking.....I could SEE because he'd removed my blindfold while I slept and also untied me. I knew he was gone. Made his escape before I awoke. The whole thing felt so unreal. The terror, giving way to the most incredible passion I'd ever experienced....only my sore body letting me know it hadn't been a crazy dream......until I went into the kitchen.
Trying to feel normal, I started the coffee and sat in front of my computer as it was my normal, daily morning routine to check my mail. I went in under HeatherBWP....the damn minx that started this all, and incredibly I saw mail from HIM....DarkOne666...at least I think it was him...he never did admit who he was. But this was the first piece of mail I'd gotten from Dark One in weeks. With an unsteady finger, I clicked Read and this message appeared:
You were incredible!! I don't know what else to say... That makes 2 of us I thought.....then I saw there was more and scrolled down....
One day soon...I'll be back for you...again...
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