A good friend had gone away on a short vacation to visit a friend. We'd become rather close, and I knew she was taking the trip on the sly, telling her husband the ticket was being paid for by the friend, who was getting married. After learning that I'd asked that she not include me in too many of the dirty details, seeing as how I was friends with both her and her husband, and this type of situation made me feel very uncomfortable.

Basically I knew she was also going to see an old friend on this trip, and it was hopefully to be, in her mind, a little more than just a friendly visit.

I wasn't surprised when Matt called me over to help with their kids shortly one evening when Mary was gone. Something about needing someone to watch Carrie as he ran Jake somewhere quickly. No problem, I was glad to help out.

When I got there I knocked, and he opened the door for me and smiled, asking me in. The house was quiet, too quiet for a house with two toddlers running around. Perhaps they were outside or in the bath or something. But I became aware that he locked the door and put the key in his pocket, and I looked around for some sign of the kids.

"Have a seat," he said pleasantly. "Someone already picked up the kids, but I wanted to talk to you, too."

Looking at him warily I said, "Uh, okay..." and lowered myself onto the couch. He sat close beside me, and pulled something from his pocket. Unfolding the piece of paper he handed it to me and said, "What do you know about this," in a voice more suited for an interrogation and not a discussion between friends.

On the paper was an email, apparently from Mary to the friend I knew she was going to visit. Scanning it quickly, it did look pretty incriminating, filled with innuendo and expressions of great anticipation for the visit.

"What is this?" I said, my hand staring to shake and my voice tightening a bit.

"You know what it is, you tell *me* something, okay?"

I looked up at him and said, "I don't know. This wasn't to me, now was it?" I was starting to get pissed, but when I looked up that changed a bit, because I wasn't half as pissed as he seemed to be.

"Look, cut the shit, you two are friends so you have to be in on it. Now where in the hell did she REALLY go," he growled at me. I looked at him in surprise, leaning away as he put his arm on the back of the couch and leaned towards me, glaring at me the whole time.

"I DON'T KNOW," I said, inching away. The look on his face clearly said he didn't like that answer, and I saw him flinch, and instinctively I bolted off of the couch. Much taller and leaner he was, and he was on me in a split second, and he pushed me to the wall, slamming himself against me, looking down at my face.

"Damnit, tell me," he said.

"LOOK! I don't know! And if I did, I wouldn't fucking tell you! This is between her and you, I don't want anything to do with it, alright," I screamed at him.

Roughly he pinned my arms to the wall with his hands and brought his knee up between my legs, making it impossible for me to move forward or side to side.

"Well then, if she's going to have a little fun at my expense, I'll do the same I guess. Maybe I'll be able to fuck the information out of you, bitch."

Matt had always scared me for some reason, and now I knew why. He was a fucking lunatic. At one time I would have loved to ended up in bed with him, but I was enraged that he just thought he'd rape me. Screaming wouldn't help, we were by ourselves with a few acres between us and any other house, and apparently no one was here. I could probably bolt away from him, though, I probably could. I tried to remain calm and I looked right at him, not letting him get

the best of me.

He began to relax as he saw this as some sort of assention, and when his fingers let go and he leaned towards to kiss me I bolted to the left, pushing him hard away from me. Stumbling back a few paces he looked surprised, and then made a wild leap for me as I tried to run through the living room towards the door. I was almost there, almost there, I heard a little voice in my head say. But as I reached out for the door, a heavy weight descended on my calves, and I went crashing forward onto the floor, sliding a few feet. The fall knocked the wind out of me and before I knew it, he was sitting on top of me, then standing above me, pulling me roughly to my feet.

Dragging me a few feet as I thrashed, he threw me through the bedroom door, and then picked me up again and tossed me onto the bed, quickly jumping up to straddle me. Finally I screamed, and thrashed with all my might, but I could hardly move him. I punched at his legs pinning my sides, and clawed at his shoulders and face as he brushed my hands from his thighs. His weight, probably 200 pounds, was crushing my abdomen and making it almost impossible to breathe. Easily he pinned my hands to the bed, and drawing my arms over my head, he held both of my wrists in one hand. The angle of my arms and pressure of his hand hurt badly, and struggling made it hurt all the more.

Trying to keep my hands still I twisted and bucked under him, trying to throw him off of me, trying to get a leg up high enough to push his arm or just kick him. For some reason I wasn't really scared, I was just massively pissed, and I started screaming and grunting in anger. I would have killed him if I could, but all my anger did was make him angrier and rougher.

"Got anything to tell me?" he said as he ran his hand down my chest, caressing both breasts for a moment, grinning evilly.

I looked up at him, amazed, and said, "Yeah! FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" With all my might, I brought both legs up, and slammed my knees into his back. He jerked forward, over me, and I tried to turn as he was off guard, but he snapped back very quickly and slapped me, making me cry in surprise as I felt the heat spread across my cheek.

Still holding my hands he slid down a little lower so he was sitting lower on my hips and partly over my upper thighs to prevent a repeat performance and he slid his hand up my shirt, ripping my bra aside and roughly grabbing one of my breasts. I winced as he mashed the nipple between his finger, and to my surprise it sprang to hardness almost immediately.

"Perhaps I'm going about this the wrong way. Perhaps this isn't quite horrible for you after all," he said with an evil laugh, and I squirmed and fussed with all my might again under him. Removing his hand, he surprised me again by slapping me across the face, very hard, and then moving down, throwing my shirt up and with a hard swing, laid a slap on the outside of my left breast. Tears welled up in my eyes and I screamed at the pain.

He said, "Now... I'm going to get up and get something. If you so much as move, I'll do this a few times, after I catch you. And I will catch you. Or you can lie here and I'll make it as enjoyable as I can..." he paused, and tracing the line of my jaw said, "And believe me, I can make it very enjoyable."

My eyes went wide as his face softened for a moment. I couldn't believe he might conceive of this as anything other than a violent rape. Trying to gain myself some time I relaxed, willing my muscles to go slack, and he smiled gently and said, "That's a girl," and got off of me, moving away from the bed. I was probably six feet from the door, two good strides if I could do it. But what would I do after that?

The front door was locked. If I went out the back I'd have to go around to the front to get in my car. And where were my keys? Did I have time? But I had to try something. Not moving a muscle I watched him move to the dresser and open it, rummaging around for something. As he saw I was being perfectly motionless, he poked his head inside the master bathroom for a moment, and I snapped into action, flying off the bed.

I didn't even make it to the door before I felt the hand grab for the fabric at the middle of my back, and he flung me around, slammed me back onto the bed face down, and quickly clamped a cuff around one wrist, slapped me hard and in the dazed moments after this, threw me on the bed, threaded the cuffs around a rung in the headboard, and cuffed my other wrist.

I had no idea if all this had happened amazingly fast or if I was simply too dazed to realize the time period. A little of both was probably true.

Regardless, I was now unable to escape, even without him sitting on me constantly. He stood beside the bed and watched me thrash around wildly, screaming and yelling, until it sunk in that I was NOT getting out of here that way.

Still too mad to be scared I glared at him and shouted a string of obscenities, to which he just laughed. Disappearing into the bathroom he came out again with two long strips of fabric, and after taking off my shoes and socks he roughly grabbed one ankle, and tied it to one side of the bed. Moving to the other side he started to do the same, then said, "No, wait..." to himself. Undoing the first ankle, he crossed my legs and pulled, forcing me to turn over. Securing both ankles again he left me there for a moment, tied rather tight across the bed. Finally, exhausted, I began to cry, tears falling onto the bedspread.

He returned and I didn't even turn to look at him, and he said, "Now, now, cut the dramatics. I've told you, this can be fun or this can be horrible... for you, anyway. I quite like it either way. Now... anything to tell me?"

"Nothing that you already don't know. Like you're a fucking mother fucking dickhead," I spit out, rambling.

"Again, not what I wanted to hear," he said with a sigh. Sitting on the edge of the bed he reached under me and undid the button of my pants, and slid them down as far as he could given my splayed legs. He peeled the thin cotton underwear off of my ass, too. I was suddenly exhausted, and didn't even bother to fight.

"Okay. First we'll do five. Then we'll do ten. Then we'll do twenty. Then we'll do forty. But after each set, I'll ask you the question again. This shouldn't be hard, all you have to do is lie there," he chuckled.

I didn't even know what he was talking about until I heard the leather slap itself, and I turned to see him wrapping a belt around his fist, then doubling what was left into a whip. I groaned, "Oh god no," and let my head drop to the bed.

I jerked as I felt his hand gently caress my ass, and heard him whisper, "Such a shame." A second later without any warning I heard the clap and felt the heat blaze a trail across the middle of both cheeks, the belt biting into my skin, bringing a welt to the surface. Nothing escaped my clenched throat as I strained reflexively, but the second snap, an inch away from the first, drove a scream from me.

The surprise turned to panic with the third and I started to cry in frantic sobs, and the fourth again left me speechless as the leather bit into the soft flesh just under the curve of my ass, at the top of my thigh. The fifth landed higher up near the small of my back and was slightly absorbed by the very edge of my sweatshirt. When he stopped I was screaming and sobbing, almost incoherent, for now I was really afraid.

"Now," he said very calmly, "What do you have to tell me?" Despite all my will, I couldn't make anything coherent come out of my mouth through the cries and sobs, and I screamed as he said, "As you wish."

But he put the belt down and undid one ankle, drawing my leg up and quickly removing my pants, then securing the ankle again and doing the same on my other leg. After throwing the pants aside I felt him reach into the deep v of my legs, spread wide by the ties, and roughly part my cunt lips with his fingers. He saw that I was dry and gave a chuckle.

Just as I started to think perhaps he'd just fuck me and be done, he returned and picked up the belt, and again brought it down on my ass.

"Count!" he screamed at me after the first, and I yelled something, and he took it to be "One!" I would have done just about anything for him at that moment I was so scared. As the belt came down again, this time at a different angle, more from one hip into the v I screamed "TWO!" and didn't think about what he might do... "THREE!" I shrieked as I felt the end of the belt bite into my cunt lips. Between the counts now I was screaming and sobbing incoherently, and I thanked god when he walked away from the bed for a moment.

When he returned I couldn't even see through my teared eyes as the sun went down, and I was unable to say four out of surprise. Using a paddle the likes I hadn't seen since I was a little kid, he brought it up between my legs, and sent stinging agony all through my crotch. "We'll do more of that next time," he said, "If there is a next time."

For the rest of the strikes he paddled my ass, sometimes one cheek, sometimes both. By six I was babbling all I knew, which wasn't much, to which he said, "Gotta finish the set, you might as well save it now!"

After ten I couldn't talk, but I thrashed around and managed to gurgle, "Wait!"

He stood there, waiting, and then moved to sit down beside me, sitting close and stroking my hair as I wiped my face off on the wet blanket.

"All.... I.... know...." I started to stammer, "Is that she went out to see the friend who's getting married. She was also going to visit an old high school friend. I imagine that's who the email is from. I told her I didn't want to get in the middle of this and to not tell me all the gory details. She's in Oregon like she said." I stopped talking and he was still, and after a moment I said, "That's all I know about it, given that email you know more than I do!"

Again he was quiet for a moment, and he stood up, and started pacing back and forth. Slowly he started to take off his clothes as he said, "Let me get this straight. The two of you are best buddies. You even go to the bathroom together. You talk about everything. You do everything together. But you are telling me that you told her, your best friend, remember, that you didn't want to hear about this. And she just said okay, and never mentioned it again?" By now he was down to nothing, naked, and as much as I would have liked to at one time, I wasn't even interested in looking.

"I don't think so," he said with an air of finality, and he quickly jumped on the bed, kneeling between my legs, hovering above my bright red and striated ass.

I was thankful he didn't reach for the belt or paddle, "Just fuck me and get it over with," I thought.

Without warning his finger slammed into my ass, searing pain spreading out through the dry, stretched hole, and I screamed and moaned in horror as he spit on his hand, rubbed some on my hole, and then spit again and rubbed it on his cock. Without hesitation, he pushed into me, grunting and pushing all the harder when nothing happened. The pain was incredible, and I begged and pleaded for him to stop, yelling over and over that I didn't know anything else, and I shrieked in agony as his cock plunged into my ass, muscles not giving way one bit to the huge, dry intruder.

Barely pausing to breath I screamed and shrieked non stop until my throat felt a sharp pain, and then my voice was gone. Regardless of how much I tried, I couldn't make a sound other than a very low whisper or a wheeze. The tears flowed as the pain didn't stop, his cock slamming into and pulling out of my ass again and again. I wished I would bleed, that would perhaps make it a little easier, but I don't think that happened.

Time lost all meaning and eventually the pain dulled a bit, and my eyes ran dry as I willed myself to pass out, even trying to not breathe to make it happen.

Again and again he viciously raped my ass, pulling his cock out and then punching it back in. After what seemed like forever he tensed, jerked and roared as he came, and a few strokes later I felt the liquid spread. I was thankful for the slight relief, but sickened at the reality.

Dismounting me without so much as a word he sighed and walked into the bathroom. The bastard was taking a shower. I was left lying on the bed, my cheeks on fire, my ass leaking come, mute and scared to death and the fucker was freshening up? Rage bounced around in my head, unseen because my body remained limp, and I felt like I'd surely go insane. I didn't even try to move, afraid that the physical evidence that I COULDN'T move would push me over into madness.

Still naked, he walked out of the bathroom, toweling dry his hair. I closed my eyes to avoid looking at him. I had noticed however that his dick was partially hard. I groaned inwardly at the implications.

"That's all you know, huh?" he said, in a very good-natured voice. Head planted in the bedspread I nodded yes, and then fell still again.

He paused and said, "Perhaps I've been a little harsh, then."

Incredulously, I gave a snort. Is this guy believable? Does he have any idea what reality is, what's going on? I was quickly losing this information myself.

"I never wanted it to be this way," he said, coming closer to the bed, "You must believe me I never did." I almost wretched as his hands roamed gently over my back and ass. Using his towel he wiped the come from my ass, and bent down to gently kiss one of the welts.

I didn't even feel relief when he untied my ankles, nor did I feel surprise when he rolled me over, and brought my still tethered ankles above my own body, to secure them to the cuffs above my head. The strips of fabric kept my own ankles at about shoulder height when I let my knees bend to my chest. I groaned at the open, exposed feeling of having my cunt displayed so.

He left me there for a moment, and returned from the kitchen with a drink. Tilting the glass he let a little fall onto my lips, and I opened my mouth and was grateful for the relief of my parched throat. Moving slowly, unknown to me because my eyes were clenched shut, he moved the glass down and tilted it again, letting cold water splash onto my open cunt, rolling over my clit and down over my vaginal opening. He sat the glass down, then got on the bed, between my legs.

I completely lost it as he gently laid his lips upon mine, and poked his tongue through the softness to the clit buried deep there. It did not make sense, it didn't fit reality, and my mind just couldn't deal with it. I didn't blank out, it was just like I stopped thinking.

All my body did was register nerve impulses, and that was it. No consciousness above a reptilian level. That's probably why, although it took about 15 minutes, the juice started to dribble from my cunt. For 15 minutes he put his all into licking and sucking on my cunt, in a way that would have probably been the most pleasurable experience of my lifetime given different circumstances. Gently he finger fucked me, doing it harder and deeper when my body instinctively pushed back against him.

Finally he stood up, kneeling between my legs, and lined his cock up with my cunt. Grabbing my hips and lifting me slightly he easily drove himself into my wet cunt, and, still not thinking, I groaned in ecstasy. I was having a hard time remembering how I got here, but I knew my ass hurt for some reason. But god this felt so good. His body was so beautiful and his cock so filling, my walls just writhed around him. Bending between my trussed and spread legs knees he sucked a nipple into his mouth as he began to thrust away. Arching my back as I could I pushed my breast into his mouth, and as his tongue flicked away at the hard nub the breath came a little rougher through my throat. Reaching down under his stomach he laid his hand against my cunt, and the friction of his hand against my clit as he rocked back and forth made me explode, struggling against the bonds and whining as the orgasm continued.

Looking deep into my blank eyes he came hard, pulling out at the last second to spew come all over my pubis, legs, and stomach. Kneeling there for a few moments he regained his strength, and quickly untied me completely. My sore body fell limp, and as he laid down on the bed he gathered me against him, whispering gently in my ear that it was all a mistake, a little misunderstanding, and that everything would be different tomorrow. It would all be all right tomorrow.

The End