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Client
by SweetSera (no address provided)

***

Escort agrees to brutal rape role-play with a first time 
client. (MF, nc, rp, v)

***

"What are you doing in here?"

"Shut up!" hitting me in the face, stunning me. My face 
throbbed and I shook my head to clear the dizziness.

Arabic. Slender, short black hair. No taller than me, 
his eyes hidden behind thick black sunglasses.

Every single time I opened my mouth, resisted, he 
smacked me hard. Would this client leave me with 
bruises, a black eye?

Dazed from the blows, he pushed me down, unzipping his 
pants, half heartedly I sucked him, whimpering. It was 
hard to keep my lips tense. Dis-satisfied he pulled 
away, leaving me there staring at the carpet.

He grabbed a small black duffle bag and pulled out 
yellow rope. The kind that might have been used to tie 
down luggage on top of a truck for a family vacation. 
Made from some sort of plastic, frayed and abrasive.

My heart began to pound with real fear as he wound the 
cord around my wrists and then ankles.

This was a huge leap of faith. He was a new client. Not 
to the company, but to me. And he was preparing to rape 
me.

Once he had me tied, he returned to raping my mouth. I 
couldn't stop from coughing and sputtering as he jabbed 
into the tender flesh of my throat.

His voice fell on the top of my head, "You're a nasty 
whore aren't you? You like this don't you? You want it!" 
The only breaks my mouth were given were the pauses he 
used to lean back and strike my face. My skin was raw 
and red.

His cock slipped so far into my throat that my stomach 
heaved and vomit spewed out in front of my knees. 
Humiliation flooded over me, unable to wipe my lips. The 
tears that pricked my eyes, finally spilled out, 
weeping. I wondered how he would react to making me cry.

SMACK, he back handed my face, jarring me, and rammed 
his cock back into my throat. There would be no mercy 
for tears.

Pulling out, he grabbed my hair, yanking me towards the 
bathroom. I hopped, struggling to stay upright. I 
couldn't connect myself with the girl shivering before 
me in the mirror. Pushing my head towards my image he 
forced me to confront reality. The make-up so vainly 
applied was now garish and smeared. My blue eyes rimmed 
with red and swollen. Worse, my blonde hair was sticking 
up in every direction. Not the image of sexiness and 
seduction I wanted to be. I looked at his face in the 
mirror. Cruel lips hurtling more insults. Calling me 
names.

Yelping as he tugged my hair, he forces me to the 
toilet. As I sit there, he unravels the yellow rope 
binding my ankles.

"Pee" He orders me. A gun to my head wouldn't have made 
pee in front of anyone. My bladder was frozen tight. In 
shock I sat there as he stormed from the bathroom and 
returned with something green in his hands. A cucumber.

"Pee!" he shouted as he jammed it into my cunt. I shook 
my head in vain as he violated me roughly, yelling over 
and over for me to pee for him. I squirmed. My mind 
shifted. I simply needed to out wait the assault with 
the cucumber. He would tire of it. I shut my mind down, 
hating the green stiff vegetable.

He cursed as the cucumber broke from his violent 
handling. He seemed truly angry, throwing the broken 
halves on the floor. My hair seemed to be the easiest 
way for him to jerk me from place to place. Knowing the 
pain that seared my head each time.

He forced to kneel once more near the puddle of vomit. 
He was now holding a red hand towel in his hands. He 
seemed to pause, letting me see what he held. Reading my 
face. I knew what it was, and I knew what he wanted to 
do with it. It was the ultimate humiliation in his mind, 
and my willingness to allow him to try it, was what made 
him chose me over the others.

He twisted the towel in his hands, looking down at it. 
"I jerk off onto this towel every day." He spoke softy, 
waving it closer to my face. "I haven't washed it in 
months." Looking in his eyes, I realized his sunglasses 
had come off at some point, but I couldn't recall when. 
My eyes couldn't hold his narrow examination. My body 
began to shake with tiny shivers.

"Open your mouth."

"Please, no" My plea started firmly and with each 
repetition became weaker and softer. Fresh tears wet my 
cheeks. Somehow he had made the whole world stand still. 
Nothing in the world moved except me on my knees in this 
hotel room and the red towel in his small hands. My weak 
cries and his threats punctuated by a flurry of smacks.

It took everything I had to part my lips and teeth 
halfway open. He saw the opening and began stuff the 
towel in that small space. I gagged and pulled my tongue 
as far back into my mouth as possible. The saltiness of 
the material felt like it was burning the flesh inside 
my lips. I jerked my head back, clamping my lips tight 
as soon as the cloth was free. I couldn't do it. I 
couldn't force myself. 

The revulsion was too much. I was willing to accept a 
beating before I would open my lips again.

Frustrated he pushed the towel against my tight thin 
lips. His hand bashing my head grew fiercer, and I kept 
my head down, weeping. The pain intensified and a wave 
of dizziness washed through me.

I opened my eyes, not sure I I had just blinked or 
passed out. I was laying flat on the carpet, something 
sticky and wet under the small of my back. I looked up 
and he was standing over me, jerking on his cock.

Seeing my eyes open, he bent down and grabbed a handful 
of my hair. Yanking me into the bathroom, and into the 
tub. My gold high heels seemed so loud in the empty 
plastic bowl. I knelt in the tub, my head down, eyes 
focused on my knees. I was truly afraid.

He climbed up onto the sides of the tub in front of me. 
I knew he was going to piss all over me. My mind was 
screaming. Screaming at myself. My lips didn't move. I 
didn't want him to do it. I wasn't going to stop him. I 
was going to kneel here and let him. I blubbered like a 
baby.

After nothing happened I finally looked up at him. He 
was rubbing his cock and trying to coax it to relax and 
release the urine. My head dropped, my shoulders shook.

I was startled when he stepped off the tub and dragged 
me back into the main room. I knew he was frustrated. He 
forced me onto the carpet in front of the dresser. I 
felt relief, knowing his time would soon be up, and he 
was going to finish. His thin bony fingers went up my 
skirt and jabbed into my pussy. There was to be no 
pleasure in it, only more pain. If I didn't whimper 
enough, he would pinch, slap and jab harder to get the 
reaction he wanted. My relief was so great that I had to 
fake the level agony he needed.

He pulled out a condom. I turned my head so that all I 
could see was carpet. He climbed between my legs. My 
arms were still bound behind me, crushed by my body 
weight, tingling without circulation. He kept pinching 
my nipples as he pounded into me, and I cried out each 
time, still staring at the carpet. It was about ten 
minutes before he pulled out of me, ripping the condom 
off. He covered my stomach and thigh with his load.

My body was tense as he reached down and pulled me up 
off the floor. He walked me over to the bed. As I sat 
tenderly on the edge, he untied my wrists and fetched me 
a hot wash cloth. As he packed his things, I wiped 
aimlessly at the drying cum on my skin. His bag packed, 
he sat next to me for a moment on the bed.

"I'd like to see you again."

"Definitely," I lied.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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