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Force Me Again
by Canary (canaryhouse@csonline.net0
***
She decides to visit her rapist one more time, but is
kidnapped by three men before her original 'rapist' can
pick her up. (MMMF, nc, rp, v, bd, tor)
***
Authors Note: This is a continuation of my previous
story entitled FORCE ME. It was written at the request
of a reader. If you haven't done so, you might want to
go back and read the previous story first. While,
unlike my first story, you'll find romance here, there
is still plenty of violent and painful sex. If that's
your cup of tea I think you will enjoy this one. Hugs
and Kisses, Canary
***
PROLOGUE:
(From the first story epilog)
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.
Now It's been two months since the events I have
related previously. 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 my nipples 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 lying on the table beside my chair. I sat and
thought for a few minutes and then picked up the phone
and started to dial. He answered on the second ring.
When I heard his voice I hung up immediately.
Chapter One Again?
As I sat in my chair wondering why I had made that call
I began to tremble uncontrollably. Had I actually
considered going back to let him hurt me again? Had he
somehow damaged my psyche worse than he had damaged my
body? Yet I couldn't deny that despite the pain,
despite the humiliation, I had enjoyed the experience
immensely.
But surely it was a one time thing. I couldn't possibly
want to experience it again. Could I? Could I really? I
sensed rather than knew that the only logical answer to
that question was no, but my heart said the answer was
yes. I had never been so confused in my life. I knew
instinctively that I hadn't been the same since it
happened. I went about my life at work woodenly and
snapped at my coworkers for the slightest infraction.
My thoughts were interrupted by the jangling of the
telephone. With shaking hand I reached and picked it
up. "Hello"
His voice was booming. "How dare you call me and hang
up, slut? Just who the fuck do you think you are?"
I realized sickly that he must have Caller ID. "I'm
sorry, Sir," I mumbled. "I called and then I got
scared."
His voice calmed somewhat. "Well, what was it you
wanted, slut?"
I wanted to tell him that it was all a mistake or at
least that I didn't know. Instead, I heard myself
saying, "I was wondering if you'd like to, like
to...you know...do it again."
He wasn't going to let me off the hook. "Do what again,
slut?"
I took a deep breath. "Rape me."
There was a long silence. "If we do, I'll have to warn
you. It will be a lot worse than last time and there be
more men than just me using you worthless holes."
I had never thought about that. As I did, I could feel
myself getting excited. What would it be like having
three or four men using me for their own pleasure and
not caring what I felt? What if there was more than
three or four. I had to ask. "How many men?"
"Not that it's any of your fucking business, there will
be at least three including me. And we'll want you to
be with us at least four days."
I shuddered with pleasure at the thought. "Okay," I
replied. "If I can get the time off from work." I knew
that I could, I hadn't taken a vacation in three years
and had a lot of time built up. I just wanted to give
him a hard time about it...not appear too anxious.
His voice was completely reasonable. "See if you can
get Friday and Monday off next week and call me Monday
night at seven and let me know."
"Okay," I said simply.
"By the way," he said in a conversational tone. "Do you
still have the safety pins?"
I brought my hand to my left breast. I could feel the
hardness of the pin pressing through my bra. I gripped
the pin and pulled as hard as I could, reveling in the
pleasure/pain. I could feel my juices dripping out of
my cunt. "Yes," I told him. "I'm still wearing them."
He chuckled. "Well, take them out before you come to
see us. We'll have other uses for those pretty pink
tits of yours. I'll talk to you tomorrow." The phone
went dead.
At work the following Monday I told my boss I needed
Thursday, Friday, and Monday off to go see my sister in
New Mexico. She was going through a really messy
divorce and I wanted to be there for moral support. He
said that was fine and to take all the time I needed.
Time dragged as I waited until 7:00 p.m. that Monday
night. Now that I had decided to go through with it, I
couldn't wait for it to begin. I wondered what would
happen. Would they all take me at the same time? How
rough would they be? I hoped it was very rough, because
that's all a slut like me deserves. I must have
masturbated fifteen times while waiting to make the
call, just imagining what might happen.
At two minutes until seven I picked up the phone and
dialed the number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hello."
"Hello, Eric, it's Susan." My voice was shaky. I was a
bit scared and more than a little excited.
"Well, did you get the time off?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said trembling a little
as I did so. "I even took Thursday off just to get
myself ready for you."
There was a long pause at the other end. "That's
great," he finally said. "Now, let's get the business
end of this thing out of the way. I'm going to have to
make a few changes to the contract. I'll do that and
stop over tonight about ten for you to sign it. Would
that work for you?"
I had forgotten about the contract part of this thing.
"I guess it would be okay. I normally don't go to bed
until after the eleven o'clock news."
"Great, I'll see you in a few," he said and hung up.
I was a bit confused. On the phone Eric was as normal
as any man could be. There was no hint of the violent
maniac who had taken me so ruthlessly. I wondered which
Eric it would be when he got to my house tonight.
I thought maybe I should clean up a little before he
arrived. The house was okay, but I had on tattered
jeans and a baggy sweat shirt.
I went upstairs and took a quick shower and shaved my
legs. I put on my sexiest bra and panty set and topped
that off with a light blue party dress. I thought about
taking the safety pins out but decided to leave them in
until the Friday I was to be attacked. A set of medium
high heeled shoes completed my outfit. I wondered why
it was that I was dressing up for him. After all he was
really nothing to me...was he?
I had just completed putting on my makeup and was
walking down the stairs when the doorbell rang. I
looked at my watch. It was 9:30. He must have made
better time than he expected.
I opened the door and he was standing there dressed in
a navy blue suit with a white shirt and maroon tie. He
was carrying a briefcase. He looked good! I stepped
back to let him in. "Hello, Eric."
"Hello, Susan. You look really good tonight."
"So do you, Eric." I thought how ridiculous it was. We
were acting like two old friends about to go out on a
date.
He asked if there was somewhere that we could go to
look over the contract. I took him to the kitchen and
we sat down beside each other. He opened the briefcase
and withdrew a two sheet contract.
"Look it over and let me know what you think," he told
me. "If there's something that you can't live with, let
me know and we can change it. I brought a floppy disk
with me."
We were both silent while I read over the contract. It
was similar to the one I had signed previously except
the time ran from five on Thursday to five on Monday.
The part about all disfigurements being below the
armpits was still there but there was no mention of
them being minor enough to fade within a year. I asked
him about that.
His response was that he had told me that this would be
much rougher than the first and that while he had no
intention of letting anything get out of hand he
couldn't guarantee it. He did guarantee that there
would be nothing occur that cause permanent physical
damage or disable me in any way, but there might be
some scars. Finally, I picked up a pen, signed it, and
pushed it back to him.
After he had placed it in his briefcase and closed it
he picked up the cup of coffee which I had given him
and took a sip. He looked at me. "You know, I was
thinking. It's such a nice night and you're dressed up
and so am I. Why don't we go out for a late dinner and
then maybe we could find somewhere to dance for a
while?"
I looked at him suspiciously. "How do I know that the
evil you isn't going to come out while were dining or
dancing?"
He laughed. I was a good laugh deep, masculine. "You
don't have to worry about that my Sweets. I'll be on my
best behavior. Although you ARE very beautiful and I
might try to kiss you goodnight."
His good spirits were infectious. I chuckled. "And if
you do, I just might let you."
So it was that we had a quick meal at Burger King as
nothing else was open. We went to a bar and drank and
danced until about midnight. Then, because we both had
to be to work in the morning we returned to my home. At
the door he did try to kiss me and I did let him. It
was a deep, spit swapping kiss that made me tingle all
the way down to my toes. I invited him in.
Inside with the door closed and locked, the kiss
continued. I pressed against him pushing my tits into
his chest. I felt him unzipping the back of my dress
and I step back long enough to let it slip off my
shoulders and into a heap on the floor.
I peeled the suit jacket from him and then removed his
tie and shirt. He pulled me to him once again kissing
me passionately. As I'm fumbling with his belt, I feel
him opening the clasp at the back of my bra. He pulls
back long enough to remove it and pulls me back to him.
My bare tits now pressing into his masculine chest.
I was so hot I could barely stand it. I slid down
pulling his pants and boxers along with me. I quickly
slid off his shoes and removed the pants and boxers
completely casting them to one side. When I raised up
his erect member snapped to attention right before my
face. I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth.
I slide up and down on it and was almost immediately
rewarded with a mouthful of delicious cum. I swallowed
it greedily. When the spurting finally stopped I was
amazed to find that he was still hard.
He reached down and lifted me up by my armpits. He
leaned forward and kissed me greedily. I knew that he
could taste his own deposit but that didn't seem to
bother him at all. He picked me up like I was a rag
doll. "Your bedroom?" he whispered.
"Up the stairs, the first door on the right," I replied
softly.
He effortlessly carried me up the stairs and gently
deposited me on my bed. He climbed in beside me. His
left hand went to my right breast and he leaned over to
kiss me passionately. I was going higher and higher as
his hands roamed over my nearly naked body. He nuzzled
my neck running his tongue around each ear. I couldn't
believe how gentle he was as his lips went to each tit,
taking the pin into his mouth and sucking gently
bringing me unbelievable pleasure.
His mouth went lower and circled my belly button. Every
nerve in my body was tingling with excitement. His
hands hooked into the sides of my panties and I raised
slightly to help him get them down and off.
He kneeled between my legs licking up each thigh never
quite reach the nirvana of my sex. I heard little
squeals of pleasure emanating from somewhere and then I
realized it was me. Suddenly he was at my clit sucking
hard and I went over the top as wave after wave of
intense pleasure swept over me. And still he continued
worshiping my cunt using his tongue to bring me orgasm
after orgasm until I thought I couldn't take it
anymore.
Finally he raised up and centered his massive hardness
against my opening. He lunged forward suddenly and
buried himself completely within me. I moaned with the
joy of it. He held still for a moment and then began
the in and out motions of love. Slowly at first and
then faster and faster and faster. I was moaning and
moaning.
"Oh God, don't stop, please don't stop. Fuck me! Fuck
me! FUCK ME!!" I squealed like a banshee as the massive
orgasm overtook me. I felt him stiffen and squirt his
life-giving fluid inside me.
He collapsed on top of me and then quickly rolled to
his side to keep his weight off of my body. We were
both breathing heavily, gasping for breath. As our
breathing returned to normal I rolled into his arms and
put my head on his shoulder. "That was incredible," I
said softly.
"Um hum, it sure was," he said. "You're unbelievable."
I raised up on one elbow and looked down at him
smiling. "You're pretty unbelievable yourself you
know." He just smiled and pulled me back into his arms.
We lay quietly for a long time, just enjoying the
closeness of each other. Finally he spoke. "Honey," he
said softly. I couldn't believe he had called me that.
After all, our relationship wasn't exactly romantic
although I had to admit that I liked him a lot more now
than I did before. He continued, "would you answer a
question for me?"
"I'll try."
"Well," he said and paused. I knew he was considering
his words carefully. "You really seemed to enjoy what
we did tonight."
"You can say that again," I interjected.
He chuckled. "If you like normal sex that much, why do
you want to be raped?"
I thought about it a minute. "I don't know if I can
answer that, but I'll try."
"My parents died when I was twelve. The only other
living relatives that I had were my Uncle George and
Aunt Martha so I was sent to live with them. Aunt
Martha was a wonderful woman who treated me like her
own daughter. Uncle George was nice enough but kind of
distant. I figured it was because I wasn't really a
blood relative as Aunt Martha was my mother's sister."
"For about a year and a half everything was great. I
was beginning to get over my parent's death and I
really enjoyed being around Aunt Martha. She was
teaching me how to cook and even to sew a little.
Unfortunately, she developed a fast acting form of
cancer and died shortly before my fourteenth birthday.
That left my Uncle George and me alone together."
I took a deep breath. "After his wife died, Uncle
George began to drink heavily. For the first week or so
he paid almost no attention to me and I was basically
on my own. I went to school every day and tried to act
more like an adult than I really was."
"I've known some men who were happy drunks. Uncle
George wasn't one of them. When he got drunk he was one
of the meanest men I've ever known. Anyway, it all
started on my last day of school in the eighth grade. I
was happily looking forward to three months away from
any cares at all.
I went tripping into the house intending to run up to
my room and change into my play clothes and go back
outside. Unfortunately, I let the door slam behind me
and that let Uncle George know that I was home."
"He called me into the living room and he and his
friend Mike raped me right there on the floor. From
that point on my life became a living hell. I was raped
almost every night, sometimes by four or five men. It
went on and on for four more years until Uncle George
finally killed himself in a car wreck."
"Somehow, though through all the pain and all the
degradation, I came to enjoy the rape. I learned to
associate pain and sex as being the only way to attain
orgasm. Until I was here with you tonight I had never
attained an orgasm unless there was violence involved."
I buried my head in his shoulder and began to sob. I
had never told another soul what had happened to me.
Why had I bared my soul to this man...this
stranger...this rapist?
He hugged me close. "I'm sorry you had such a rough
life. I'll understand if you want to back out of
Thursday night. Maybe we could still see each other and
see what works out."
I looked up at him. Tears were still running down my
face. "I don't know. Would you enjoy raping me?"
His reply was quiet. "Yes, very much so, but if you
don't want us to, I'll understand."
"And could we still see each other afterward?" I asked
hopefully.
"Of course, my dear, now that I've found somebody who
feels the same way I do you don't think I'm going to
let her get away do you?"
"In that case," I replied, "I've love to have you and
your friends rape me.
Chapter Two Thursday
Eric spent the night in my bed on Monday. We overslept
and were both late for work on Tuesday and still the
day seemed to last forever. Wednesday was even worse
because I knew that on the next day I would be enjoying
the pain and pleasure of being used by men who didn't
care at all about my pleasure. Well, maybe Eric would
care, but I'm sure his two friends wouldn't.
All I could think about was what was going to happen. I
was dripping juices the whole day. Finally, I went to
the ladies room and put a Kotex in my panties because
I was afraid if I didn't I would start dripping on the
floor and that would have been really embarrassing.
Thursday morning I slept late not awaking until around
ten. I walked down the stairs in my nightgown and fixed
myself some breakfast. I ate as much as I could because
I didn't know for sure if I would be fed over the next
four days. Returning up stairs, I stripped off my
nightgown and took a long leisurely shower.
The feeling of the spears of water beating on my
breasts cause my nipples to harden. My hands crept
between my legs, rubbing furiously. When I finally
came, I was laying lengthways in the tub with my right
leg hanging over one edge. The water was beating
directly on my pussy.
I dried and went back to the bed and laid down for a
while. Eventually I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke
again, it was nearly five in the afternoon. I got up
and looked at myself naked in the mirror. I liked what
I saw. Not bad for a 26 year old I thought to myself.
Because my breasts were small there was not even a hint
of sag. I smiled and removed the safety pins from my
pierced nipples. I threw them in a jewelry box and
looked again. I wondered what my tits would look like
when I came back. I was sure they would be badly
bruised if nothing else.
I put on a conservative white cotton bra and white silk
panties. I donned a thin white blouse and knee length
black skirt and I was dressed as instructed. I put on
just enough makeup to look sexy, but not enough to look
slutty. Finally, I put the same jeans and long sleeve
black blouse I had worn home on my previous return in a
paper bag and I was ready to go. It was seven o'clock.
I called for a cab.
As I waited, I could feel myself getting wet between my
legs. I thought about masturbating but decided I didn't
have time. The cab arrived about 7:30.
I arrived at the restaurant around eight and had
dinner. Again I ate as much as I could comfortably
hold. A second cab took me to the area of Warren Road
between seventh and eighth. The cabby told me it wasn't
a very safe area for a young woman like me and I
thanked him for his concern but told him I was sure I
would be quite safe.
I secretly wondered to myself why Eric had chosen this
neighborhood to pick me up from. It really wasn't a
very safe area. I told myself I was just being silly.
It was twenty minutes after nine and beginning to get
dark. I was about ten minutes early. There wasn't a lot
of traffic at this time of night. I think I only saw
about two cars go past in the first couple of minutes.
I hoped Eric would get here soon because I was getting
a little nervous.
A rickety old van was coming down the street and I
backed a little way away from the curb further into the
shadows. The van pulled over to the curb about ten
yards way from where I was standing and a huge black
man got out. The van pulled quickly on down the street
and pulled about ten yards ahead of me and a second
black man got out. Terrified, I ran for the other side
of the street. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.
The men started chasing me and quickly caught me. They
carried me back to the van and brutally threw me
inside. I felt a pain in my right shoulder as it hit
the hard floor of the van. The two men climbed inside
and shut the door. I could feel the van beginning to
move again.
They were on me in a flash. I was struggling furiously.
Unable to stop them, they pulled a hood over my head
effectively blinding me. Their hands were all over me.
My hands were tied behind me and I realized that
struggling was useless.
My skirt was ripped from my body and then my panties
were shredded. I was now naked from the waist down. I
felt one of the men trying to climb between my legs and
I started struggling again. "Hold this bitch," one of
them growled. I felt my hands being yanked above my
head and held down.
The other man now had one of my ankles in each hand. I
tried to stop him from spreading my legs but he was too
strong for me. "PLEASE...NO...DON'T," I begged. Then I
felt him pushing at my pussy. I moved my hips and he
rammed into my pelvic bone but failed to penetrate me.
With two or there more tries he finally gained
entrance. It was the thickest cock I had ever had in
me. He lunged forward and I screamed. Oh how I
screamed.
It was also the longest cock I had ever taken. It
plunged into my vagina, right through my cervix and
into my uterus. He started fucking me furiously. I
stopped struggling but I couldn't stop screaming. The
pain was just too great.
He was pounding hard against my pelvis. I heard him
moaning. "Oh yesss, good honky pussy... such a good
slut..." I felt him getting even larger and I knew he
was about to spew his man cream into me. I screamed
even louder. "Shut the bitch up," the man fucking me
said and I felt a hand clamped over my mouth.
Then it was over. He withdrew and I rolled into a fetal
ball of pain.
I wondered if Eric had any idea what had happened to
me. He must have been frantic when he came to pick me
up and I wasn't there. I wondered if I had any chance
of getting out of this alive.
The van drove on and on and it must have been well
after midnight when it finally stopped.
Chapter Three Friday through Sunday
Things are a little bit hazy about what happened next,
but I'll try to tell everything in order as much as I
can remember it. I know it seemed to go on almost
forever and I couldn't tell one day from the next.
Anyway, here's the rest of it as best as I can
remember.
I was dragged from the van and pulled into a house of
some sort. One of the men had to lead me as I still had
the hood over my head and could not see. I stumbled a
couple of times but they finally managed to get me
inside.
I was thrown roughly onto a bed of some sort. My hands
and feet were tied to the four corners splaying my body
in an "X" shape. My blouse and bra were torn from my
body and I was naked except for the damnable hood. I
felt the bed sag and I knew that somebody was crawling
onto it.
I figured I was about to be raped again and I was close
to right. I screamed as a hard fist hit me right in my
splayed open cunt. While that was still hurting he
rammed himself into my body and began savagely fucking
me. He grabbed my tits and began squeezing them
savagely. It hurt so bad that I thought I was going to
die. I screamed and screamed.
And then through the pain I felt the pleasure building
as well. "Hey, I think the bitch is actually enjoying
it." The voice was from the left and decidedly black.
The one who was fucking me stopped with himself buried
deeply inside of me. I couldn't help it; I started
wiggling my hips as much as I could trying to coax an
orgasm out of it to reduce the pain.
"Of course she is," said my current attacker. "How
could she not enjoy it with a cocksman like me?" The
other's laughed. There was something about the
"cocksman's" voice that was vaguely familiar. I
wondered if maybe I knew him from somewhere.
Then he started really giving it to me. Faster and
faster and even faster still. He pulled on my tits
until I thought for sure they would be ripped from my
body. The pain and the pleasure combined until I
couldn't tell the difference between the two. I loved
it and hated it all at the same time and then the
orgasm hit and I screamed out my release just as I felt
him exploding within me.
He collapse on top of me and lay still for a long time
and finally he climbed off and got off of the bed. I
heard a door shut and the hood was removed from my
face. I blinked my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright
light. When I could see again, I saw the two black men
who had abducted me. They were both naked and both had
mammoth erections.
Both were over six foot tall to my diminutive five-
four. The thing that terrified me the most, however,
were their erect cocks. The shorter of the two must
have been at least nine inches and three inches thick.
The other on was almost indescribable. It had to be at
least a foot long and slightly thicker than the other
one. There was no way it was going to fit into my small
body.
"Now you're going to get to know what if feels like to
be fucked by real man," the bigger on said. "But first
we're going to decorate your body a bit." My eyes went
wide as he held up two stick pins with red heads. The
pin portion wasn't very long maybe a half an inch or
less. I wasn't sure what he was going to do with them,
but I knew that whatever it was, I wasn't going to like
it.
I shivered with fear as they approached the bed one on
either side. I looked down as they each grabbed a tit.
I couldn't believe what I saw. I had expected my tits
to be bruised somewhat, but never had I expected it to
be so bad. There wasn't a single area that wasn't an
ugly shade of black and blue.
To my surprise, they were extremely gentle with my
hurting orbs. They played with the nipples gently and I
felt them begin to rise and a wetness developed between
my splayed legs. I moaned and it wasn't all in pain.
The gentleness didn't last long, however. Once my
nipples were erect they grabbed them brutally. I
screamed as I watched in horror. They placed the pins
directly in the center of each nipple and pushed them
in. The pain that ripped through my entire upper body
was unbelievable. Almost immediately blood started to
flow out around the pins.
"Time to get up, girl," said big cock. I had begun to
think of them as big and bigger. I felt him loosening
the bindings around my ankles. I flexed my right leg as
he was loosening the left one. I kicked out with it
connecting directly with his jaw, but my legs were
stiff from being in one place so long and it wasn't at
all effective. He turned and hit me in the cunt so hard
that I saw stars.
While I was still trying to double up from the pain, I
felt them positioning me on the bed. I was on my knees,
with my tits pressed against the edge of the bed and my
head out over the edge of it.
Bigger knelt behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He
centered his massive cock against my defenseless little
asshole. He rammed forward boring himself in me to the
hilt.
I just couldn't stop screaming. The pain was greater
than anything I had ever felt in my life. There was no
possibility for pleasure, only unending unbearable
pain. Big grabbed me by the hair and rammed his cock
into my screaming mouth. He didn't give me time to
adjust but just rammed it all the way down my throat. I
thought I was going to die and almost prayed that I
would.
It felt like my throat was being dragged inside out by
the plunging cock. My tit nipples were being torn apart
by the movement of my body back and forth on the stick
pins and my ass hole would never be the same. I was
sure that he was tearing into some vital organs
somewhere with his massive cock.
It just went on and on and on until, mercifully, I
blacked out.
When I came around it was to the wonderful feeling of
somebody licking gently on my clit. Even through all
the pain I could feel my juices beginning to flow. I
looked down between my mangled tits and saw that Bigger
was licking gently on my pussy.
Suddenly he raised up grinning evilly. "I'm glad you're
back around because I wanted you to be sure and feel
this." He held up a thumb tack.
It took me a second to realize what he planned. "Noo,"
I begged. "Please don't. Not there. Not there." He
rammed the tack directly into my engorged clit.
I was too shocked to even scream at the pain. Had he
ruined me? Would I ever feel anything down there again?
For the first time since the ordeal had begun I lost
hope. I knew I was going to die and there was nothing
that I could do about it. I wondered idly if Eric knew
what had happened to me.
What had he thought when he pulled up to the curb to
pick me up and I wasn't there? Had he looked for me? Or
had he just figured that I'd chickened out and gone
home? Had he tried to call? There were so many
questions I wanted answers to and I knew that I would
never know.
They put the hood over my head again, that damnable
hood. Yet what did it matter. I had lost all will to
live. They positioned me the way they wanted me. I was
like a rag doll that they were using to get their
jollies from.
I felt them lifting me over Bigger and inserting his
cock into my bruised cunt. Big got in front of me. I
knew I couldn't stop him so I just opened my mouth and
let him put it in. I felt the bed sag and I knew
somebody else had climbed onto it. I felt him centering
on my bruised asshole and then he rammed forward into
me.
They started pushing me forward and back and forward
and back. All three of my holes were filled with the
three biggest cocks I had ever taken. There were push
pins in my nipples and a tack in my clit. I was nothing
but one mass of pain. More pain than I had ever felt
before. They fucked and fucked and fucked. They had
already cum several time so I knew it wouldn't be
quick.
And then a strange thing happened. My whole body began
to come alive. My injured clitoris started to tingle.
My mangled nipples became hard in spite of the stick
pins hurting them. The fucking in all three of my holes
began to feel really good along with the pain.
I went up and up and up and even further up. The
pleasure-pain was incredible. When the crashing orgasm
hit me my whole body started to shake. The shaking must
have driven the men over the edge because I could feel
them almost simultaneously shooting their cum into me.
And then the pleasure became so intense that I passed
out.
Chapter Four The Aftermath
I awoke slowly. Where was I? I knew I wasn't where I
had been before. The sheets were clean and cool beneath
my body. Hands were gently massaging antiseptic cream
into my breasts. I thought that it had maybe been a bad
dream, but I quickly changed my mind when I tried to
move and pain coursed throughout my body.
"Just lay still, my love," the masculine voice above me
spoke. I opened my eyes to look into the concerned eyes
of Eric. "I'm so sorry my darling," he said. "So very,
very sorry. Can you ever find it in your heart to
forgive me?" Tears started to run down his face.
"Where am I?" I croaked. I was shocked at how sore my
throat was.
"You're at my townhouse. I brought you back here to
take care of you since you obviously were in no
condition to take care of yourself. I never intended
for it to get as bad as it was."
"You were there?" I asked incredulously.
"The whole time. When I heard you screaming so loud I
never imagined what they were doing to you or I would
have stopped it right then and there."
"I know you wouldn't but..." I paused. "As bad as it
hurt, as much as they brutalized me, I did enjoy parts
of it. Especially at the last."
"Hey," I said. "Could you do something for me?"
"Anything my darling."
"I haven't had anything to eat in a while. I'm
starved."
Eric turned out to be a surprisingly good nursemaid.
Within a month I was almost back to normal except for a
few lingering bruises on my breasts.
Within six weeks I was able to return to work. I was
surprised that I still had a job left, but Eric had
called and told them that I had been involved in a
serious auto accident while visiting my sister and it
would be a while before I could return. Everyone was
very understanding and things pretty much went back to
normal.
Normal that is, except for one thing. I gave up my
condo and moved in with Eric in his townhouse. We've
been together for almost five years now and, guess
what, tomorrow we're getting married.
And the sex? The "normal" sex with Eric is fantastic.
And about once a year or more Eric lines up with a few
of his friends and they give me the roughness that I
still crave.
My life couldn't be more perfect.
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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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