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Force Me
by Canary (canaryhouse@csonline.net)
***
When she posted an ad on the internet looking for a man
to rape her, she wasn't really serious and she never
imagined what she was getting herself into. (MF, nc,
rp, v, bd, tor)
***
He looked at the posted letter on the erotic web site.
He felt his cock rise as he read it over and over
again:
26 y.o. woman seeks rapist. I am 5'4",
36b-25-35, 110 lbs, blonde hair, blue
eyes. I am looking for a strong man to
use and abuse me. I will fight you with
all my might as you rip the clothes from
my body and take me like the slut that
I am. If you think you are strong
enough to overcome me, e-mail me at
forceme@yahoot.com.
He had always wanted to rape every woman he had met.
Only the fear of being caught kept his passions in
check. But here was a woman who was actually ASKING to
be raped.
"Ah, shit," he mumbled aloud. "It probably isn't even a
real woman. Its probably some fag fooling around."
Still...
He opened his e-mail and entered the e-mail address.
There was one way to find out for sure.
Hello, Slut, he wrote. My name is Eric the
terrible. I am 5'9", 155lbs.and I am more
than man enough to take you with no mercy
whatsoever. Personally, I think you're full
of shit, but if you aren't and really have
the guts to go through with it, call me at
(816) 555-5555.
He pressed send and went to bed. That was probably a
wasted effort, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
***
I read the e-mail. Now what? When I had posted the
notice, I didn't really think anyone would respond.
Before I would want to do anything, I had to learn a
little more about the guy. After all, what I wanted was
to be forced and raped – not killed. Well, I had his
telephone number, it was a place to start.
I went on anywho.com and used the reverse directory to
get his name and address and paid the extra money to
see if he had a criminal record. He didn't. I continued
to search and by the time I was through, I knew where
he worked, where he had went to school, his social
security number, and martial status.
He was divorced so I called his ex-wife. I told her
that I had met him at work and he had asked me out. He
seemed a little rough to me and I was wondering if she
could tell me something about him before I accepted.
She told me that they had parted as friends and that
basically he was a nice, decent man.
He needed someone who would be devoted to him, but
unfortunately, she wasn't the one. She even admitted
that she was the one who had strayed and had met the
man of her dreams. When that happened she hadn't even
thought twice about divorcing him.
It was late Friday night when I hung up the telephone.
I sat down in my easy chair and thought about it. Did I
really have the guts to go through with it? I had
fanaticized about it for a long time. I wanted a man's
man who saw something he wanted and just took it. But
now that the possibility was at hand, I wasn't sure.
I flipped on the television to a mindless mystery, but
my mind wasn't really on the show. Eventually, I fell
asleep in my easy chair without even turning off the
TV.
When I awoke Saturday morning, my mind was made up. I
went upstairs and took a long hot shower. Finished, I
threw on a summer robe and went back downstairs. I sat
down in my easy chair and picked up the phone. My
fingers were trembling as I dialed the number.
"Hello," he had a very deep voice.
"Hi," I said. I knew my voice was shaky. But I was also
excited. I could feel the juices flowing between my
legs. "Is this Eric the terrible?"
There was a long silence at the other end of the line.
Finally, he replied, "Who wants to know?"
"My name is Sue Adamson," I answered, "and I believe
you sent me an e-mail in response to my posting on
rough.com."
"Oh, so it's you, slut. I didn't think you'd have the
guts to call me."
I was beginning to get a little irritated. "Well, I
did, so what are you going to do about it?"
"Maybe a lot," he snarled. "Maybe nothing. Send me a
picture and then call me back and I'll let you know."
He hung up.
I was a little put off. Who the hell did he think he
was hanging up on me like that? And what the hell did
he care what I looked like? He was going to get his
rocks off anyway, wasn't he? Then it dawned on me that
he was being exactly what I had asked for – dominating.
Obediently, I went to my computer to send the picture.
I debated for a long time about which picture to send
him. I finally sent him two. In one I was nude, but the
lighting was such that you couldn't really see much and
the other was me standing on the beach in my bikini.
I waited an hour to be sure he had time to get the
pictures. While I waited, I began to think about what I
was about to do. I was scared...I mean really scared,
but I was excited at the same time. My hand slid to the
wetness between my legs. I came almost immediately and
it was one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced.
I looked at the clock. Had it really only been fifteen
minutes? I started again. It took a little longer this
time, but WOW. God was I ever excited.
Finally, the big hand on the clock indicated it was
time. I picked up the phone and pressed redial. I let
it ring five times. I was just about ready to think
that he had decided he wasn't interested when he picked
up the phone.
"Hello."
I was shaking all over. "Did...did you like the
pictures?" My voice was trembling.
"You'll do," he said harshly. "Meet me at Mike's
restaurant at 11:00. Sit in the booth in the north west
corner and wait for me. Don't be late. Oh, and bring an
extra set of clothes in a brown paper bag." He hung up.
It was only 9:00. That gave me two hours to get ready.
I took another quick shower, douched, and walked to the
bedroom to get dressed. For some reason, now that the
moment was almost at hand, I was extremely calm. I
chose a plain black skirt with a wide belt and a thin
pink blouse that would allow my bra to show through. I
sat down at the vanity, fixed my hair and applied my
makeup.
I picked up a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved
blouse. I suspected that I might have some bruises on
my arms when I returned. The blouse would hide that. I
went downstairs to the kitchen and put the clothes in a
brown "Piggly-Wiggly" bag.
It was 10:30. After I locked the door, the calmness
that I had felt left me. My legs were suddenly so shaky
and weak that I wasn't sure that I could even make it
to the car.
I arrived in front of Mike's Restaurant at ten minutes
to eleven. I sat there for a couple of minutes,
steeling myself. I almost chickened out, even
reinserting the key in the ignition to leave. (Later, I
would wish that I had.)
I walked into the restaurant around five minutes early
and took the booth that he had described. When the
waitress came to the table I told her that I was
waiting for someone and just to bring me a cup of
coffee.
I had finished the coffee and was just about to decide
he wasn't coming when a man walked through the door. He
was tall (About 5'9" to my 5'4"). He had coal black
hair that was neatly styled and a well trimmed short
black beard. He looked like every bit the business man
that I knew he was. He was wearing black jeans and a
black shirt. Sticking out of the shirt pocket was a
sheet of paper.
He walked directly to my booth and sat down opposite
me. "Hello slut," he said softly. He smiled and he
didn't look the least bit scary. (I would learn later
that that was deceptive.)
"Hello," I replied shakily.
He pulled the sheet of paper from his shirt pocket and
handed it to me. "Read it and sign it or don't," he
growled.
I opened the paper and started to read,
"I, Susan Adamson, do hereby agree that I will permit
Eric Benson to use, abuse and rape me as he sees fit
between now and 5:00 p.m. on Sunday. I further agree
that I will take no legal action for the abuse
perpetrated upon me by the said Eric Benson.
In return he agrees that he will do nothing to
permanently damage me physically and may only disfigure
me slightly with no such disfigurement being higher
than the arm pits. Such disfigurement must be such that
it will fade to be barely noticeable over a period of
less than one year.
I freely enter into this agreement with no outside
force whatsoever.
_____________________________
Susan Adamson
_____________________________
Date
The document scared me. I was agreeing basically to let
this man do whatever he wanted, hurt me with no thought
whatsoever for my feelings. On the other hand, I knew
that if I didn't sign it he would leave and that would
be the end of it.
I had to know more.
"This disfigurement, what do you intend to do that you
needed to include that in the document?"
"I will give you one little hint. Among other things, I
intend to pierce your nipples. Anything else, I leave
to your imagination. Now, no more questions. Either
sign it or don't."
My hands were shaking and my heart felt like it was in
my throat. Nevertheless, I picked up the pen he had
laid on the table and signed the document.
"Come with me and bring your bag," he said.
I followed him like a meek little puppy as he led me to
his car. He opened the door and held it for me. As I
got in, the short skirt I was wearing rode up exposing
a lot of my thighs. I saw him staring and I could feel
myself getting red with embarrassment. He grinned and
shut the door. I thought to myself how silly it was
that I should be embarrassed since he was going to see
all of me in just a short while.
He got into the car and drove out of the city and into
the country side on highway sixteen. A few miles down
the road he turned into a long driveway that led up to
a farmhouse. This surprise me since I knew that he
lived in a condo in the city.
"Is this where you live?" I asked timidly.
"Not actually. My grandparents died and left me this
place a few months ago. I expect that you'll probably
be screaming and making a lot of noise so I figured
that this was a better place to give you your fantasy."
He pulled up into the front yard. "Come along," he said
getting out of the car never offering to open my door
for me. I followed along behind him carrying my bag. I
had a sick feeling in my stomach like I was being led
to my doom.
He unlocked the door and held it open for me to step
inside. I walked into the darkened room a little ways.
He closed the door and I heard the click as he locked
it. Now we were in total darkness. I turned back the
way we had came.
Suddenly, I felt a fist drive hard into my stomach. I
let out an "OOF" as I bent over with the pain. He
grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the floor. I
managed to take most of the weight on my forearms, but
my nose hit the floor hard enough that I could feel
blood flowing from it.
I felt the full weight of his body land on top of me.
"You little cunt," he snarled. "Now your really going
to get it." He turned me over and I could feel him
tearing at my blouse. It shattered in his hands.
I was paralyzed with fear. "No, please don't," I
begged. "I've changed my mind. I don't want this."
"Tough shit bitch," he barked. "You don't have a say in
the matter."
Suddenly he was gone. I heard a click and the lights
came on. He was standing over me and it was the most
horrifying thing I had ever seen. His whole face was a
mask of lust and hatred. I was no longer a woman he had
made a deal with, but a victim that he was going to
make pay for all that his wife had put him through. I
realized then that I was in real trouble.
I rolled back and tried to kick him in the nuts, but he
turned his body and I just got him on the outside of
the thigh. It must have hurt because I saw him flinch.
I started kicking with both feet as hard and fast as I
could. He quickly jumped out of range. I got to my
feet.
Standing there with the tattered remnants of my blouse
hanging around my shoulders and my bra skewed around so
that one of my tits was showing. I wondered what to do
next. I had had some self-defense training, but my mind
was a jumble. I couldn't think.
He circled me like a giant bear stalking his prey. He
jumped and tackled me around the waist. I tried to hit
him as he came in but it was like hitting against a
brick wall. I went down hard, the wind knocked out of
me.
Now he was straddling my waist with his knees leaning
against my hands holding them to the floor. I struggled
helplessly as he pulled at my bra trying desperately to
pull it from my body. Finally, I felt the hooks in the
back give way and it came loosely away from my chest.
He grabbed one breast in each hand and squeezed as hard
as he could. He twisted. It felt like he was going to
tear them right off of me. I screamed and screamed.
He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled the bra straps
down from my shoulders and used my own bra to tie my
hands behind me. He slid down to my calves and reached
for the zipper on the back of my skirt and yanked it
down. He gripped it with both hands and pulled until
the button at the top popped and then the material
split right down the middle. He threw it to one side
and I was naked before him except for my panties and
socks.
I sensed rather than saw him as he removed his shirt.
He jumped up, pushed my legs apart and kicked me hard
right on my pussy. I screamed and doubled up in pain,
writhing on the floor. By the time I had managed to
calm down a little and straighten up, he had removed
his pants and underwear. I looked up at him and my eyes
widened in terror. His already erect cock was at least
nine inches long and probably three inches around. I
wasn't very big or deep down there. This thing would
never, ever fit.
He fell on top of me again and made short work of
ripping my panties to shreds. My last line of defense
was gone. I was naked before him.
He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and centered
himself against me. My fear and terror had kept me dry.
There would be no lubrication to ease the way.
He pushed a little and I felt his cock head begin to
spread me open, "OH, GOD! PLEASE... DON'T! IT'LL NEVER
FIT!"
He lunged forward and buried himself inside me to the
hilt.
"AAAIIIEEE! AAAIIIEEE! SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!
HHHEEEEELLLLP!"
He didn't even give me time to try to adjust to his
huge size. He immediately began pumping in and out of
me as fast as his hips would move.
AAAIIIEEE! STOP!PLEEEESE TAKE IT OUT OF ME!I CAN'T
STAND IT! YOU'RE RIPPING ME APART!"
Because of my dryness it was like somebody was ramming
a huge roll of sandpaper in and out of me. I felt
myself begin to lubricate a little in self-defense.
All the time he was raping me he continued to yell. My
screams turned to whimpers as my body shut down against
the pain and I could make out what he was saying. I had
been screaming too loud before to hear.
"TAKE MY COCK IN YOUR CUNT YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.
YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A WHORE. A PIECE OF MEAT FIT ONLY TO
BRING PLEASURE TO MEN. OH GOD... OH YESSS... I'M GOING
TO CUM IN YOUR SLUTTY CUNT." He stiffened and I felt
his cock twitching inside me.
I knew he was pouring his scum inside me. All I could
think was, "Its over. Thank God its over." I couldn't
have been more wrong.
He stood up and looked down at the helpless woman
before him. She was a mess. There was blood running
from her nose. Tears were running down her face. Her
breasts were red and bruised. He could see dark bruises
forming around each of them in the perfect shape of his
hand where he had gripped them trying to make her hurt
as much as possible. Her pussy looked red and sore. His
cum was leaking out between the bruised lips.
God, he had actually done it. He had actually raped a
woman with no regard whatsoever for her feelings. It
had felt so good forcing himself into her unwilling
body. It didn't matter that she had asked him to do it.
He was sure that she probably regretted that now. The
best part was that she was his to use for another whole
day.
He reached down, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her
to her feet. He looked deeply into her terror filled
eyes. "You're mine now," he snarled. "By the time you
get out of here... IF you get out of here... you're
going to be nothing but one mass of worthless pain.
You're nothing but a whore and a useless piece of
shit."
"Go to hell, motherfucker," she said weakly. She spat
in his face.
He lost it. He stepped back in hit her hard right on
her foul mouth. She went down. With her hands tied
behind her there was no way to break her fall. She
landed hard on her side.
He reached down, grabbed a tit in each hand and pulled
her to her feet.
"STOP IT!" she screamed. "STOP IT!" She slumped forward
and he realized she had passed out.
He scooped her up in his strong hands and carried her
to the bedroom. He tied her face down and spread eagled
on the bed.
He sat down in and easy chair and waited for her to
wake up. He lazily stroked his hard cock. His hand
moved faster and faster. He was close, so close.
Suddenly, he stopped. He wasn't some sixteen year old
boy that need to jack off. He had a real woman to use.
She groaned and he realized she was coming around.
***
When I started to come around, I immediately wanted to
go back into the blackness that had protected me from
the pain. But there was nothing I could do. I was awake
and that was that.
I lay perfectly still, trying to postpone whatever else
it was that he was going to do to me. I tried to access
the damage so far. I had a fat lip from where he had
hit me in the mouth. The muscle in my abdomen ached
from having been punched in the stomach. My pussy was
raw and sore and my tits...my poor tits felt like
nothing but two big globs of pain.
Still, I felt juices beginning to form between my pussy
lips. Was it possible that I was getting off on this?
It was nothing like I had dreamed it would be and yet
there was no denying that I was starting to become
aroused. I tried to move my arms and discovered that
they were tied apart. I discovered that my legs, too,
were tied apart when I tried to move them.
There was apparently a pillow or something similar
tucked beneath my groin. I wondered idly what its
purpose was and then it dawned on me. The pillow caused
my butt to be raised up in the air. Oh, no. It couldn't
be. He couldn't possibly be planning on using me back
there...could he? It would be to painful. I had never,
ever, had anything up there other than a small enema
nozzle when I was a child.
I know knew what was coming. And yet, unbelievably, my
pussy started leaking its juices even more copiously.
I heard a noise and turned my head to the right. He was
sitting in a chair watching me. His erection looked
even bigger than I remembered. "Welcome back," he said
pleasantly. "I've been waiting for you to wake up.
Wouldn't want you to be asleep when I fuck your ass."
"No," I begged. "Please... not back there. I'm so small
and your so big. I've never done anything like that.
Take my pussy again instead." I realized there was
nothing I could do to stop him. I was helpless. In
spite of all the pain I was in, the thought sent a
shiver of pleasure throughout my entire body.
He grinned. "Well, I'd say you're not being very
cooperative. Here I offer to take your anal cherry and
you don't seem to be happy about it. I think that now
you should beg me to take your asshole."
Tears were running down my face now. "Please," I
sobbed. "I made a mistake. I should never have came.
Just let me go now and we'll forget the whole thing."
He stood up. "I can see that your going to need some
persuasion." He turned and walked from the room.
When he came back my eyes went wide. He was carrying a
six foot bullwhip and a paddle that must have been
about three feet long and seven inches wide. It had
wicked looking holes drilled at varying places along
it's length.
"Now," he said firmly. "Are you going to beg me to fuck
you in the ass?"
I looked fearfully at the whip and paddle. But I
couldn't do what he asked. I couldn't stop him. He
could take me in this unnatural way, but I would never
beg him to do it.
***
He stood looking down at her. She looked so good tied
down to the bed with her ass in the air that he almost
said the hell with it, he would just take her. But no,
he had other plans. He wanted to break her spirit. Make
her his slave who would always come crawling back to
him.
"I'll ask you one more time," he barked. "Are you going
to beg me to fuck you in the ass?" She scrunched up her
face, closed her eyes and shook her head.
He laid down the paddle and trailed the whip out behind
him on the floor. "Okay, you brought this on yourself."
He brought the whip against her upturned bottom with
all his might.
There was a crack as the whip met her defenseless
flesh. A moment of silence while the pain registered in
her brain an then the scream. The ungodly scream. She
screamed so loud that he wondered if his neighbors two
miles down the road could hear her. It was music to his
ears.
He picked up the paddle and brought it down right
against the quickly forming welt on her right cheek. He
repeated It on her left cheek. The bruising began
almost immediately. The scream continued.
"AAAIIIEEE! OH GOD, OH GOD. PLEASE STOP. I CAN'T STAND
IT. YOU CAN DO IT. GO AHEAD AND TAKE ME IN MY BOTTOM!
He waited until her screams tapered off to violent sob
and finally a whimper.
"You said I could take your ass, but you didn't beg me.
Just saying I can do it isn't good enough." He brought
the paddle down against her right thigh. Not really
hard, but enough to remind her of what was in store if
she didn't do as he said.
"OOWW! PLEASE TAKE MY ASS! PUT YOUR MAGNIFICIENT COCK
IN MY WORTHLESS ASS! PLEEEASE DO IT NOW!"
"That's better," he said calmly.
I felt him crawl on the bed between my wide spread
legs. I yelled out as he grabbed my ass cheeks and
pulled them apart. The stretching of the welts there
was unbelievably painful.
I felt his knob press against my tiny puckered hole. He
wiggled it around a bit and pressed just enough to
partially enter me. Actually, it felt kind of good, I
thought. Then he lunged forward and I saw stars.
"NOOOOOO. OH GOD. YOU'RE RIPPING ME APART. PLEASE STOP.
IT HURTS TO MUCH."
I screamed and screamed. The pain was incredible. And
then something unexpected happened. The pain lessened
and it began to feel good. I couldn't help myself. I
began to grind back against him as much as I could. I
moaned and I heard him laugh.
"Oh no, girl," he said. "We can't have you enjoying
yourself now can we. Rape is supposed to be painful,
not enjoyable." He gripped my ass cheeks rubbing
against the welts left by the whip and paddle. There
was a large amount of pain, but through it all I kept
orgasming over and over again. I couldn't stop myself.
Finally, I felt him stiffen above me and I knew that he
was spurting his scum into my bowels. Just the thought
of it sent me into a final gut wrenching orgasm. Then
he collapsed on top of me, his quickly softening cock
still in my ass.
When he finally caught his breath, he rolled off of me
and lay on his back. There was barely room on the large
bed for him as I was still tied firmly in the middle of
it. When he spoke, it was softly without any hint of
the anger that had filled him with so much hate.
"You have no idea how much I'm enjoying this. I've
never had such intense orgasms before."
I knew what he meant. It had taken a while and I had
experienced a lot of pain to get there, but when I
finally came it was the most earth shattering orgasm I
had ever had.
He continued. "I'm tempted to let you go right now, but
we still have another full day in the contract." The
contract. The damned contract. I had forgotten about
it. Yes, I had enjoyed it up until now, but I wasn't
sure just how much more pain I could take and still
keep my sanity. I barely heard him as he rambled on.
"There's a lot more I want to do. Things I've always
wanted to do to a woman, but was afraid to because I
knew I probably would get caught. Then you came
along..." He sat up on the edge of the bed. Well, time
to get ready to sleep.
He went to a dresser and came back with a bottle of
lotion of some sort. He kneeled on the bed and began to
rub it into badly bruised and hurting bottom. The
lotion and his hands on my bottom felt good. It was
gentle and very erotic.
He untied me and told me to stand up. He went to the
dresser and returned with a long nightgown. Now that I
was untied, I thought about trying to run but knew I
would never make it. I was too weak from what I had
just experienced. He held out the nightgown. "Put this
on," he said quietly. I wondered about it, but didn't
argue. I lifted my arms and held it over my head. The
nylon felt good as it slid over my bruised tits and
sore ass.
He took me to the bathroom. I hadn't realized how badly
I had to go. Somehow it was more embarrassing with him
watching me than it had been when I was completely
naked and being used by him. I mean, for me, defecating
and urinating are very private things.
He took me back to the bedroom and retied me in the
bed. He was very careful to leave me enough room to
move around, but not enough that I could escape. He
leaned over and kissed me gently on the forehead.
"Sweet dreams," he said quietly. He turned out the
lights and closed the door. Blackness engulfed me.
I lay there for a long time going over and over in my
mind what had just happened. In ways, it was far worse
and, at the same time, much better than it had been
when my uncle George raped me at the age of fourteen.
My uncle kept it up and eventually I came to enjoy it.
It came to an abrupt end when he was killed in an
automobile accident when I had just turned eighteen.
I wasn't sorry that he was gone, but his death left a
longing in my groin that I just couldn't satisfy with
my own hands. Eventually, I married a boy I had known
in high school. We stayed together about two years.
Then I couldn't take it anymore, his lovemaking was
gentle and he worshipped the ground I walked on, but my
psyche was too badly damaged to appreciate what he was
doing. I missed the violence that had always been there
when my uncle fucked me.
Eventually, I fell into an, at first, restless and then
deep sleep.
***
He lay in bed in the next room. He was on his back with
his hands behind his head. It had been a great day. For
the first time ever, he was completely satisfied. He
had known for a long time that there was a streak of
violence in him. Until now, he had kept it under
control. Now that he had unleashed it, he wondered if
he could ever bring it back into check.
Oh well, tomorrow was still a day that he didn't have
to control it. She had asked him to do it. He still
couldn't quite understand that. Was she enjoying it? He
hoped so.
When he awoke the next morning, he threw on a robe,
used the bathroom and then went to her room. He turned
on the light. She was lying on her side...still asleep.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," he said loudly.
"Just let me sleep another hour, Uncle George," she
said sleepily. He wondered who Uncle George was. Well
it didn't really matter.
"I said, wake up and I mean NOW." There was no violence
in his voice but enough irritation to pierce her
consciousness.
She opened her eyes.
***
At first I didn't know where I was. Then it all came
back to me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was
standing there in a bathrobe with his hands in the
pockets. He didn't look at all like the man who had
used me so brutally yesterday. I stretched my back and
arms as far as my bonds would let me. I yawned widely.
I slowly went over in my mind all the pains that still
owned my body. Everything had reduced itself to a dull
ache. Even the pain in my tits wasn't as bad as it had
been last night.
He broke into my thoughts. "What do you want for
breakfast," he asked cheerily.
So he wanted to try the friendly act. Well, that was
fine with me. "Oh, I don't know. What do you have?"
He told me and I selected steak, scrambled eggs, and
home fries. I wondered if he was really capable of
cooking that. I had no need to worry I learned later as
he had done all the cooking when he was married.
He untied me and took me to the bathroom to clean up.
He left me alone, but locked the door from the outside.
Once alone I looked around. There were no windows. I
figured that I might as well take a shower. It might
help my aching muscles somewhat.
I turned on the water and stripped off the nightgown.
Before I stepped in the shower, I happened to glance in
the mirror above the sink. Shocked, I moved closer. I
looked at my face. My upper lip was puffy where he had
hit me in the face. My arms were bruised and my tits
were almost totally black and blue. I turned and looked
over my shoulder. There was an ugly red stripe where
the whip had hit and two bright red spots from the
paddle. Well, I thought, at least there's nothing that
won't go away in time.
I stepped into the shower. The water felt good on my
back. I turned and let the water run over my injured
breasts. That, too, felt good. I picked up the soap and
began to wash.
I was just pulling the nightgown back over my head when
I heard the click of a key in the lock. The door opened
and he was standing there still in his robe. "Oh, I see
that you're done," he said. "Give me your hands."
I instinctively held out my hands. He quickly snapped
on a pair of cuffs. The chain between them was about
five inches long. He grabbed me by the hair and steered
me toward the kitchen. He really didn't have to do
that, I would have gone along willingly. But the fact
that he forced me brought a distinct tingle between my
legs.
I realized that I was getting turned on by the fact
that I didn't know for sure what would happen today. He
had said that he was going to pierce my nipples. That
would hurt like hell, but a friend of mine had rings
through hers and I always thought they looked neat.
In the kitchen he steered me toward a chair and
commanded me to sit. Then like a perfect gentleman, he
pushed it in for me. Eating was a little bit difficult
with the handcuffs in place, but I soon learned to
handle it quite well.
When we were done eating, he had me wash the few dishes
and pans that we had used. Actually, I washed and he
dried. I thought to myself that it was all quite
domestic. Was it possible that I was actually starting
to like this guy?
With the chores done, he tied my hands behind my back
again, grabbed me by the hair and led me to the
bedroom. He shut the door, locked it, and turned on the
light. He turned, looked at me and grinned evilly.
He undid the sash and dropped his robe to the bed. He
pushed me backwards onto the bed.
***
He jumped at her and landed on top. She let out an,
"OOF!" as the wind was knocked from her. He loved the
feel of her body with the nylon covering of her
nightgown.
He straddled her and ripped the gown to the waist. Her
breasts had turned an ugly shade of purple from where
he had abused them before. He could see the outline of
his fingers where he had gripped them when he lifted
her by them.
He reached for the rope and quickly bound her spread-
eagled to the bed once again. He arose and left the
room.
***
I laid there in anguish. Why, oh why hadn't I left when
we were up earlier? I might not have been able to
overpower him, but I at least should have tried.
I heard a noise and looked over at door. He walked
through it carrying a tray with a variety of things on
it. He set the tray on the night table beside the bed
and cut the remainder of my nightgown away. I was now
totally naked once again.
He sat down on the bed beside me and gently ran his
fingers over my clit. My juices started flowing almost
immediately. He kept it up and I went higher and
higher. He used his other hand two run two fingers deep
inside me and I screamed as I was overtaken by an earth
shattering orgasm.
He stopped fingering my clit, but left the two fingers
inside me. He sawed in and out a couple more times and
then chuckled. "A little hot are we?" I just moaned in
pleasure. "Well, I guess we'll have to see what you can
do to cool you down a little."
He reached for the ice bucket that was on the tray and
removed the lid. He reached in and removed what can
best be described as an ice cock. It had a stick like a
Popsicle™ and the part that would normally be flavored
ice was just plain ice. I knew immediately what he had
planned.
"No, don't. Please don't," I begged him. He just
remained quiet, spread the lips of my pussy and rammed
the icy thing into me. It was like he had rammed a red
hot poker into me. I could feel my juices icing up
inside me. "OH GOD," I screamed. "IT HURTS. TAKE IT OUT
OF ME. PLEASE TAKE IT OUT OF ME."
He sawed it in and out a couple of times and then
reached over to the tray again. He pulled of a piece of
duct tape that he had already prepared with a small
hole in it. He slipped the stick through the hole and
taped the damned thing inside me. Worse, the tape went
right over the top of my clit. I knew it was going to
hurt like hell when he removed it. I struggled and
moaned almost continuously. The pain went away
somewhat, but the whole inside of my pussy was going
numb.
He reached into the ice bucket again and removed a
cube. He rubbed it over my left breast. It actually
felt kind of good, easing the ache in my bruised flesh
somewhat. I was ashamed that my nipple immediately
became erect. My pussy had almost no feeling anymore
but my tits didn't seem to know that. I began to get
turned on in spite of my numb cunt. The pleasure
wouldn't last long.
I watched in horror as he reached over to the tray and
picked up a pair of needle nose pliers. He clamped them
down hard on my erect nipple. Then I screamed. Oh God
how I screamed. I had never felt such agonizing pain in
my entire life. He pulled the nipple away from my body
and I thought he was going to rip it all the way off.
From somewhere he produced a very large safety pin, it
must have been from the tray, but I was in too much
pain to notice. He centered the point right below the
needle nose pliers and pushed it into my nipple. I
continued to scream as the added pain started. I
watched the point come out the other side and then I
overloaded and passed out.
As I returned to the world of the living, the first
thing I noticed was the pain in both breasts and then I
felt something warm and hard entering me. I realized
suddenly that he was fucking me. The ice cock and the
stick were gone and then through all the pain the
pleasure began. As he continued to saw in and out of me
I went up and up – higher than I had ever been before
in my entire life.
Then the orgasm hit and I screamed again. This time it
was from a combination of both pleasure and pain. I
realized then that this was what I had been born for –
to bring pleasure to men and through that to myself. I
felt him stiffen and I knew he was shooting his scum
inside my overloaded cunt.
He climbed off, loosened the ropes and collapsed into
the easy chair beside the bed. I curled up into a fetal
ball and waited for the pain to turn into a dull ache.
As the pain eased somewhat I realized that there were
safety pins through both nipples. He must have inserted
the other one while I was passed out. I was somehow
grateful that he hadn't waited for me to come to so
that I could feel the pain of that.
As I slowly uncurled, I noticed that he had laid my
change of clothes on the bed beside me and realized
that it was finally over. I sat on the edge of the bed
and tried to get dressed. In the end he had to help me
because I was just too shaky to accomplish it myself.
He became remarkably gentle. He supported me on his arm
as we walked back outside to his car. As we left the
lot I took one last look at what I considered to the
house of pleasure and pain and hoped I would never
return.
He drove me back to my car, opened the door and helped
me get behind the wheel. He leaned forward and kissed
me gently on the forehead. "If you ever want to be
raped again, give me a call. You've got the number.,"
he said softly.
"Fat chance," I said bitterly. He closed my door and
then he was gone.
Somehow I managed to make it back to my apartment and
collapsed on the bed. I almost immediately fell asleep
and slept the sleep of the dead.
EPILOGUE:
Its been two months since the events I have just
related. The bruises have faded to almost nothing and I
feel remarkably well considering.
I slept for almost 24 hours before I finally woke up.
It was two weeks before I could return to work. I left
the safety pins in so that I could remember why I never
wanted to return to that hellhole in the country.
Still, I masturbate almost daily remembering what
occurred. I'm still not sure how I feel about what
happened but I know that when my fingers are rubbing
rapidly over my clit the orgasms are better than they
have ever been before.
I came home from work today and collapsed into the easy
chair in my living room. I noticed that Eric's number
was still laying on the table beside my chair. I sat
and thought for a few minutes and then picked up the
phone and started to dial.
END
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction intended for
mature audiences only. It is okay to READ about
unprotected sex and violence, but to try it in real
life is extremely dangerous and unwise. Should you ever
decide to attempt it you are one sick puppy.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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