Failure

Copyright 2006 T.S. Severe all rights reserved
Story Codes: Rape, Caution

Note: The "Caution" code is used here to say that there are elements in this story which may not be to your tastes. If you read this, expect some twists. -rr


And nothing to look backward to with pride,
And nothing to look forward to with hope.
    - Robert Frost

Failure
by rache

I was new in town, just visiting Hartford for a seminar. This wasn’t as much fun as you might expect, given that I’m a 22 year old woman fresh out of business school. The three men I was traveling with had doubtless thought they’d won the lottery, the way they’d looked at me when our department head had given us the news. But they were in for a shock.

You see, even though I’m young, single and attractive. I’m also a lesbian. A lipstick lesbian, I admit. I like my black hair long and loose. I like my short skirts, silk blouses and black lingerie. I have a smallish, petite body that I love to work. Keeping it toned and sexy, but not for boys. Never for boys. I had never been with a guy and I never wanted to. I found the idea vaguely repugnant.

Of course being a player on the Street meant being respectable too. I was about as far in the closet as a girl could get and work consumed nearly every waking moment anyway. So this little excursion was my chance to get laid for the first time in a long time. I just needed to ditch the guys and truthfully, that wasn’t going to be as hard as I’d feared. The city was crawling with prostitutes, which surprised me given its relatively small size. I was even tempted by one or two myself, but I wasn’t going to pay for it. Maybe when I was 45 or 50 and I looked like the old dykes who cruised the Pearl Club back home I would, but not while I was still young.

I had checked the internet real quick the night before we left New York, running a little search for lesbian friendly clubs and had gotten a couple promising leads. At least one of the places, a dance club called the Green Lantern, had an upscale address. I decided to try there first. Before I left the hotel I decided on a second room, a suite to spoil myself with later, and besides, the room I was in was right between two of the guys I worked with and sometimes I could get a little loud, especially when it was good. I was planning on a really good time this night.

It was a little early when I stepped out of my taxi, but it was hard to wait. I hadn’t been with someone since I’d graduated college nearly 5 months before, and that seemed like forever ago. It was a nice place though, a little overdone maybe, but not bad. It could handle a couple hundred people easily and I was looking forward to seeing the place full. There were already a few dozen people, mostly singles it looked like, who’d been as impatient I was to get the night started.

I’d worn a red leather skirt and a black silk blouse. No bra, I really hate those things, at least on me. My breasts are nice, not too large, and firm enough not to worry about it anyway. I look good naked. A black thong and some thigh high stockings, just because I liked showing the skin above them when I sat down. I spent a lot of time at the gym on my legs, I was always out to get my money’s worth. A pair of black pumps and I was set. A little makeup, but not a lot. Femmes look good in makeup, I always felt a little self-conscious though. Less is more often best, and I looked good enough without a lot of help anyway. 

I picked a spot at the bar, not too close, and not too far from anyone else. My heart was pumping, simply because I’d been needing this so badly, just to get out and let my hair down a little. Maybe meet some cute little blonde girl and take her back to my hotel room…I had to slow those thoughts down though. Take it all one step at a time.

“Hi!” The bartender was a blonde, cute too. “What can I get you?”

“Hi, just an orange juice.” I smiled at her and she nodded. It was way too early to start drinking.

But not too early to get hit on, but at least I was in the right place for it. She was older, mid thirties and a handsome woman, more than a pretty one. Short black hair, nice face, hard body. She was loud and proud, I’d bet anything. Probably marched on weekends.

“Hi, can I buy you a drink?” She was smiling hopefully.

“Hello. I just ordered.” I shrugged apologetically.

“Well, I can get it for you. My name’s Kathy.” She held out her hand and I shook it lightly.

“Lisa. Nice to meet you.”

I haven’t seen you in here before.”

“I haven’t been in here before.” A little laugh. “I’m just in town for the convention.”

And that’s the way my first 6 conversations went, all with women a little too old, or a little too butch for me. I needed a little muffin I could top, that was my thing. I didn’t exactly dress the part, but maybe I liked the challenge. I liked to be the aggressive one, it was in my blood, the same way the market was at work. I was an alpha female, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but my ego liked the attention too. I just had to say no to the other wolves until I saw something I liked. A cute little lamb just begging to be fucked.

I spotted her a little after ten, which seemed a lot later to me, probably because I’d been waiting so long to find her. She was tall and thin, with a boyish body that I found appealing. She had long blonde hair, wavy and curling beneath her shoulders, dressed like she stepped out of a fetish catalog just for me. A short black skirt, all vinyl and shiny with long legs wrapped in black fishnet stockings, teetering on 6 inch heels that pushed her beautiful face even closer to heaven. Not much for hips, but a great ass and I followed it with my eyes as she walked past, giving me a little smile. But she was smiling at a lot of women; this was going to be a race.

She had a sheer black top with a red lace bra underneath and she had tits, fake as hell probably, but they looked perfectly yummy to me. A gravity defying pair of 36C’s that barely moved as she did her little cakewalk past the bar. The kicker was the dog collar though, a wide piece of black leather, buckled at the back of her neck, dangling a silver heart in the front. It was like taking out an ad to be seriously fucked and it was too good to pass up.

I ended up third in line, behind two of the same dykes who had hit on me earlier. I held my breath, hoping against hope that blondie wouldn’t be off too quick. I watched her smile and talk and shake her head, sending first one, and then the other of the women on their way. They’d talked too much, I thought, those two old muff hunters. I’d spent six years in college and if I’d learned nothing else, I’d come to understand that some girls don’t want to discuss it…They just want to do it.

The worst thing that could happen was…nothing. I’d had five months of that, I was used to it.

“Hi.” I smiled at the blonde woman, looking just slightly down at her as she sat there. “I want to take you home.”

“Really.” She smiled, and it wasn’t a question.

“Really.” I nodded, looking her up and down and she was nice. Some girls weren’t, I mean up close and personal, but she was.

“Prove it.” She said in a soft voice.

I took that as a challenge and reached into my purse, finding 20 dollars and dropping it on the bar, taking blondie’s hand in mine, and pulling her off the bar stool. She didn’t resist, she just giggled lightly, allowing me to lead her through the crowded club toward the doors. She had nice hands, soft with long fingers. She was at least 6 inches taller than I was, even without her ridiculous heels, but that just made her seeming vulnerability all the more irresistible. It would be like fucking a Greek Goddess, I thought, already counting my chickens. I was going to bend this girl and finally get half a year of lonely frustration out of my system.

It wasn’t hard getting a taxi and we sat close in the back seat as we rode to my hotel.

“What’s your name?” She asked, her mouth close to my ear, whispering in her husky voice. “I’m…”

I lifted my hand quickly, putting two finger to her lips and smiled at her. “No names, okay? I just want to fuck you.”

She had blue eyes, bright blue even in the dim light of the cab, and I wondered if they were contacts. She opened them wide and I think she was wondering if she should smile at that or not, and finally she just kissed my fingers and sighed. It was practically enough to make me wet my panties.

I caught the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror, a young guy, probably good looking, watching us. I gave him a little frown, telling him to mind his own business. I wasn’t into giving strangers a thrill. The whole teasing thing bored me and I’d had my fill of it watching the femmes at college play with the boys like it was some great game. So far as I was concerned it was a waste of time, and worse, it just gave the idiots a courage they didn’t deserve. I didn’t hate men, I just ignored them when I could, and used them when I couldn’t.

I’d had a male secretary at the firm, not by choice, he’d come with the office. He’d offered me his hand, first thing, and I’d ignored it. “Get this straight right now,” I’d said, “you are just a rung on my ladder of success. Fuck with me and I’ll have your balls.”

His smile had faltered and his hand had fallen and three days later I’d fired him for incompetence, hiring a woman I could trust out of the temp pool. She was grateful for the job, very grateful, and while a man might have made good use of her gratitude, I’d get more out of her trust than I ever would her body. She was putting two kids through school by herself and that made her as hungry as I was.

Blondie was stroking my thigh, running her long red fingernails to the tops and across my bare skin. It was a nice diversion and I forgot all about the driver. I reached across with my right hand, pressing it against the thin nylon of her top and finding the firm swell of her breast underneath. I gave her tit a squeeze, watching her pretty face, smelling her sweet perfume. I might have kissed her then, lord knows I wanted to, but we were close now and we could wait.

I stiffed the driver on the tip, going so far as to dig fifty cents out of my wallet so I wouldn’t leave him an excuse to keep the extra half-dollar. Blondie didn’t say anything about it, but there was a slightly amused look on her face when I turned around. I shrugged and we walked into the hotel together, but separate as well. It wouldn’t do to run into one of my associates with my arm around Blondie’s waist. It was another frustration of living in a male dominated world.

I brought Blondie up to the suite, which was everything I’d been promised and more. Spacious and comfortable, with a separate bedroom, a generous bath with an adjoining hot tub. We could definitely have some fun in there, I thought. I locked the door behind us, dropping the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door handle, and walked in, dropping my purse on one of the living room’s over stuffed chairs and heading for the bar.

“Drink?” I asked the woman, dropping some ice in a tumbler and reaching for an unopened bottle of Chivas. The hotel would charge me three times what it was worth, and I was a little buzzed already, but it was damn good scotch just the same.

“Later.” She licked her lips, and set her purse down on the coffee table. “Nice place. You must be rich.” Her voice was soft and deep, but pleasant all the same. There was a sexy undertone to it that I’d never heard before.

“Not yet.” I chuckled, taking a swallow of my drink and feeling it burn slowly down my throat. “But I will be.” I walked around the bar, back towards her, following my new blonde as she discovered the bedroom.

“Four poster bed.” She turned her head, smiling at me. “Romantic.”

“Take off your clothes.” I suggested, not feeling very romantic at all. I didn’t want to date the girl, I just wanted to bang her.

“How about…” She turned slowly, her voice enticing me with an almost innocent quality, as if she were shy suddenly. “…How about if I undress you first?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, but began unbuttoning my blouse slowly, starting at the bottom and working her way up while I watched her fingers and then her breasts, as they were practically in my face. I watched them rise and fall gently as she breathed, trapped inside the lace of her bra. I held my drink in my left hand and used the right to reach for her shoulder, holding onto her as I stared.

“You’re so beautiful…” Blondie murmured, pushing my blouse off my shoulders, exposing my somewhat smaller, pert tits. My cherry colored nipples pointed out an upward slightly, swollen and hard. I gasped when she touched them, using both hands and rubbing her thumbs over the stiff points. She held my breasts in her strong hands, lifting them slightly as if weighing them and I took another drink, my blouse hanging from my elbows.

She kissed my nipples slowly, bending her mouth to my body and her breath was warm and moist across my skin. I arched my back slightly, thrusting myself at her lips and the contact felt wonderful. She kissed them both, but only briefly. She was undoing my skirt, finding the little catch and then the zipper, letting it fall around my ankles so I stood there only in my thong and stockings.

“Lie down on the bed.” She whispered, taking my drink from my hand. “I want to make you feel good. Please?”

I was more used to taking charge of my girls, but this wasn’t bad. Blondie didn’t want to dominate me, she just wanted to make me feel good, to service me. That was enough for me, I’d play it her way for a little while, just to see how far she was willing to go. Who knows, she might really know what she was doing, the collar suggested it anyway, as well as her submissive eyes.

I lay down on the bed, a large king size monster from some old and doubtless proud New England company who only built such things the old fashioned way. It was stout and firm and comfortable like you wouldn’t believe. The four bedposts rising eight feet into the air, gleaming with phallic symbolism. I might have laughed at that, but I was more content to watch, and feel, Blondie removing my shoes carefully.

She massaged my feet, rubbing them with her hands through my stockings, giving me great pleasure. She was a good masseuse and I wondered what she did for a living. Her fingers were strong and gentle, working my feet and spreading a general warmth through my whole body. It was almost decadent the way she was making me relax with such a simple thing. When she took my toes in her mouth, sucking them, working her tongue over and around them, sucking at the silk they were wrapped in, I felt that pleasure turn.

My nipples throbbed and down lower, in my tummy, the first delicate stirrings of real arousal began. I could feel my sex coming to life, the small and vague muscles of my vagina tightening, waking up and longing for something to feel between them. Blondie stroked my legs, holding first one foot and then the other for long minutes at a time, switching back and forth. I stared at her beneath my lidded eyes, watching as she opened her mouth wide, stretching her crimson lips around my toes, taking all five of them into her mouth. I dug my fingers into the sheets, moaning softly as her tongue moved across them. I felt the damp and warmth of her mouth, soaking into my stockings.

“Ohhh….God…that’s good…” I let out a ragged breath, my body shaking slightly. I’d never felt anything like it.

“May I take off your stockings?” She asked softly, doing everything but calling me Mistress. She was kneeling on the bed, holding my foot, caressing it, and all I could do was nod.

She pulled my stockings off carefully, one at a time, and as she freed my foot she would kiss it and lick it, giving me new pleasure as there was nothing between us now. I could feel her tongue between my toes, almost tickling me, but feeling much too good for that. It was sensuous and erotic and I was arching my back after a long 15 minutes of her devoted attentions.

“Let me please you…” Blondie was saying, talking to me, comforting me, giving me the illusion of being in charge, but somehow we both knew it had slipped away from me. I was helpless and I didn’t care, she knew where and how to kiss me and everywhere her fingers went I burned.

“Have you ever been tied down?” The woman asked, holding my stockings in her hands, smiling down at me.

“No.” I blinked at her.

“Will you try it? Just once…for me?” She was like a little girl almost, but nothing like a little girl at all. It was confusing to me and the idea of being helpless beneath her skills was irresistible. I couldn’t imagine the things she might do and it was beyond any common sense, I knew, but perhaps that small risk was part of it. A new experience for me altogether and one I’d never imagined.

“Yessss…” I hissed, hardly able to breathe as she caressed my right nipple with the silk stocking in her hand.

She smiled, thanking me with her husky voice, her bedroom voice, that had become like music in my ears. My heart was pounding as she tied my wrists to the bedposts. First the right, stretching the material of my stocking tight and wrapping the silk softly around my flesh. She was gentle and cautious and there was no discomfort at all. It did not seem so tight, certainly not enough to cut off the circulation, but when she’d finished and I pulled against it, testing my new bonds, I realized I was well bound indeed.

I didn’t protest though, if anything I felt as excited as I’d ever felt in my life. I’d heard of BDSM, and met women who enjoyed such things, but never imagined myself playing them. Even if I had such thoughts, it would have been Blondie being tied down, I’d have thought, not myself. The oddity of the situation was a puzzle, a delicious enigma and I wondered what it meant. Was I the stereotype of the powerful woman who desires her own submission in private? I’d laughed at the notion previously, but now I was living it and I had some glimmer of understanding. I could give up all responsibility for just a little while. I could relax, finally, and allow myself unguarded pleasure.

Blondie had my wrists secured and she made good use of it for a time, bathing me with kisses, particularly my arms and shoulders and down in my armpits, dragging her tongue across my smooth shaved skin, another new experience for me. I had no idea such a thing could feel so good, having my armpits kissed and licked and washed with the woman’s saliva. My whole body was tingling and I was almost begging her to do more, to find my sex which was throbbing now, pulsating with every rapid beat of my heart. My clitoris was hard, trapped in my thong, and all she needed was a touch to set her off.

The woman smiled and teased me, taking pleasure in making me feel the awful ache of unquenched desire combined with the unimagined ecstasy of the attentions she gave me everywhere else. When she finally removed my panties, pulling the nylon thong down my legs slowly, I allowed myself a much needed breath, dragging cool air into my flushed body and lifting my hips, straining against the cords around my wrists, seeking contact with the woman, even accidental.

But she was denying me, giggling at my predicament, and touching me everywhere but the place I needed it most. The air was chill against my sex and I spread my legs as Blondie removed my thong completely. I felt the soft down of my pubic hair moist with the juices I’d been leaking for nearly an hour. I exposed myself completely, inviting the woman to touch me with my eyes, and lips, and swollen vulva.

“Kiss it for me…please…just touch me down there…touch my cunt…” I was panting, moving my hips, pulling at her with my toes, trying to free my hands just so I could do it myself. My clit was long and pink, standing out from my body like a tiny cock, begging for attention. I wanted to rub it, just a little, just enough to give me the orgasm lurking in the depth of my belly.

“Shhh…” Blondie giggled, taking a long deep breath and sighing as she let it go. “Let me undress first…” She stood up, standing at the foot of the bed between my wide spread legs. “…I have a surprise for you.”

She removed her top first, pulling it easily over her head and shaking the wild mane of her long blonde hair free. Every move was slow and deliberate, she would pause and pose and tease me as I watched her, licking my lips with hunger. I wanted to grind her so bad, suck her pussy, tongue fuck the girl, and then feel her sex on mine. I wanted to feel her hard little clit pressing against my own, I wanted to cum on her pussy and feel her juices running across my hot flesh. Images of kissing her, of tasting ourselves on each others’ tongues filled my mind.

She took off her bra next, reaching behind to unsnap it with one hand and holding it in place against her breast with the other. She tormented me with her body as she lowered the red lace slowly, giving me glimpses of her ripe full tits and the hard brown nipples that capped them. I wanted her breasts so badly, rubbing across my body, pressed against my face. I wanted to bite her nipples, they were so large, so swollen already. Big rubbery nipples and I imagined them in my mouth. I’d chew them until the woman was begging me to stop, until they were red and raw and so sensitive it would hurt her to look at them.

She took off her shoes next, putting her feet on the bed, one at a time, turning her body so I could admire her long legs. Blondie left her stockings on, the black fishnet looking incredibly erotic against her pale skin. I held my breath, feeling my pussy quiver with anticipation as the woman began removing her skirt finally, unzipping it slowly, making it loose around her narrow hips. She reached inside of it with her right hand, keeping it up with her left, and I could see her arm moving. She was rubbing herself, fingering her cunt while she watched me beg to see all of her. I wanted to see her pussy, wondering if she was hairy or shaved; if she was blonde or brown; if she was as wet as I was.

“Mmmm…Surprise!” Blondie said in a light sing-song voice, smiling at me as she let go of her skirt.

I stared at her, for just a moment thinking that she had the most life-like strapon I’d ever seen. But then, watching as she stroked it slowly, squeezing the shaft so a large clear drop of fluid appeared at the tip, I realized it was very real. She’d pulled her panties to the side, so that her tight round balls were exposed and just above that a large and hard penis.

“What?” I said. I didn’t have a coherent thought, not a single one. I forgot all about feeling good. I forgot where I was. I forgot everything except that this woman, this tall femme lesbian, was holding a man’s cock in her hand.

“Do you like my clit?” She…he…breathed, massaging it lewdly with her right hand while she used the other to play with her nipples.

“Get out.” I blinked, finally remembering enough to say that much. I tried to sit up and I was momentarily confused as the silk around my wrists was pulled tight. “Let me go!” I said, feeling any sense of pleasure long gone and replaced by anger.

Not just any anger either, this was outrage. It was sick and ludicrous. This guy had fucked with the wrong girl this time. I wanted to punch his face, kick him in the balls. He couldn’t do this to me, no fucking way. I didn’t know how he’d fooled me. It seemed impossible. We’d been close, very close. I’d been inches from his face in the taxi. He’d kissed my body and I hadn’t known? It wasn’t possible.

But looking at him I could see him suddenly as a man. He was feminine, no doubt about that, with his legs and ass, and most especially his breasts and pretty face, but he had a man’s shape. The narrow hips, only a little wider than his waist. Broad shoulders, too wide for a woman. His large hands and feet. He probably had an Adam’s apple under his collar, I thought, a noticeable one which was why he wore it…That and it had grabbed my attention like a neon sign.

“Let you go?” He giggled in his soft husky voice and I wondered how I’d ever believed it was girlish and sexy. “Not yet…you said you wanted to fuck me, remember?”

“Get the fuck out now or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” He pulled his panties all the way down and I couldn’t think of how he’d hidden that ugly penis away. It was at least 7 inches long, thick and dark and the swollen head glistened with precum. “Scream?” He laughed at me, making my blood boil. I wanted to see him dead right then.

“Untie me and leave and I’ll forget this happened.” I promised, telling myself I’d forget it once I’d kicked him in the balls and called the cops. It might be the end of my job at the firm, but there were a lot of jobs out there, maybe one in San Francisco wouldn’t be bad. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like the rest of my life stop me from teaching this guy a lesson. If a life wasn’t worth living, what good was it?

“But I don’t want you to forget.” He giggled some more and I was getting really sick of the act. “I want you to remember this for a long, long time.”

“You sick fuck!” I started screaming, kicking my legs at him, yanking my arms so hard I thought I’d either snap the bedposts, or dislocate my shoulders trying.

“Shhh…This won’t do.” He grabbed my black blouse off the floor and moved quickly, getting on the bed, avoiding my flailing legs and sitting on my stomach hard, knocking the air out of my lungs so I was suddenly quiet.

He shoved his panties in my open mouth, before I knew what was happening, and then he was ripping my blouse, tearing a long ragged strip of silk and I shook my head violently, bucking my hips, trying to dislodge the man. It was useless though, my arms were bound tight and he used his weight to subdue me, pressing his panties back into my mouth, against my resisting tongue and clenched teeth. He gripped my jaw, squeezing painfully until I opened enough to suit his sick purpose and then he was wrapping the silk around my head, gagging me. It had been a small fight, but I’d lost, and we were both hot and flushed. But I was the one making muffled protests now, chewing uselessly against the gag, feeling sick and so angry I thought I’d explode.

I wasn’t afraid, not really. Men didn’t scare me, especially fag bastards like this one. I was going to get loose, I couldn’t imagine otherwise, and he was going to pay. But perhaps I hadn’t considered everything, even the most obvious things have a way of escaping us when we’re too intent on our own emotions.

“That’s better…Oh, look at this…” he smiled at me and I followed his eyes, giving a gasp as it dawned on me that he was naked and sitting on my body. His balls were on my skin, his cock jutting upward like it was growing out of my flesh, just there beneath my heaving breasts.

He couldn’t really be planning anything, I told myself. He was sick, yeah, but not that sick. He wanted to scare me, to tie me down and gag me and steal something. My jewelry, my credit cards and cash. That was all. He was naked though, wearing nothing but his stockings and he was hard, his penis aroused and fat and long. I’d seen it but only as something abstract, not something real.

He couldn’t rape me.

I starting moving again, fighting him, trying to scream and lift my legs, trying to knee him in the back, or hook one of my legs around his neck. I wanted to scissor the guy. I had great legs, I could have squeezed the life out of him if I just got him the right way, I was certain of it. But he was avoiding me, slapping at my body, pushing my legs away. He was happy to let me fight, I realized, to spend my energy and accomplish nothing. But I was doing it anyway. He couldn’t rape me, no way. I’d never touched a penis. I’d never wanted to. I’d laughed in boys’ faces and called them morons just for asking me on a date.

“Don’t fight it…you’ll love it…I promise…I’ll make it really good for you…” He was saying, moving and pushing and pulling me. He got between my legs, despite my best efforts to stop him, spreading my legs around his arms and body.

He was moving upward, lifting my legs, trapping them over his shoulder and I couldn’t bring my knees back far enough to free my feet, to kick him in the face like I wanted to. He rolled me up until my ass was off the bed, bending me double so that my knees were very nearly pressing against my shoulders. I was completely exposed and vulnerable, my legs open wide and my arms stretched to the left and right. I was helpless, totally, and I could feel him pushing with his hips, the blunt head of his cock poking me down there. He was looking for my sex, feeling blindly with his cock, not bothering to guide himself at all.

It took a few seconds, maybe a minute before his cockhead found my slit, still wet from my previous excitement. I stared up at him, not fighting for the moment, just trying to plead with him not to do this. I was searching his bright blue eyes, his pretty face that looked impossibly feminine. I spoke to him with weak unintelligible words, trying to beg him to stop. I didn’t want this. I didn’t deserve this, I tried to say. I’d never done anything to hurt this man in my life and now, feeling his penis, the first penis of my life, finding purchase at the entrance to my womb, I couldn’t even ask him why.

“Mmmm…” He moaned as he pushed forward, splitting my swollen labia and driving himself into my sex. I might have been wet still, but I wasn’t relaxed at all and I did my best to tighten my muscles even further, desperate to keep the man out of me.

I couldn’t. He pushed hard and it was painful suddenly, sharp and lingering as he shoved my tight walls aside easily. It was like losing my virginity again, except a thousand times worse. That had happened with an older woman and a strapon and she’d been careful and patient, delighting in my gift and rewarding me for giving it to her. This felt similar, but so different at the same time. I didn’t love this person, I hated him and everything he represented. He was what was wrong with the world, wrong with my life. A man using me, fucking me for his pleasure, tricking me into a situation I couldn’t control. This was the sum of my worst fears become reality.

The pain was nothing compared to the sudden flood of humiliation I felt. Even my anger was washed away by it. I’d failed. That was what I felt in my cunt, that tearing sensation as the man’s penis raped deep inside my once pristine womb. I’d spent my life building to overcome this possibility, to protect myself from the eventuality of being a man’s plaything, and I’d failed. He was fucking me, making his disgusting happy sounds, breathing fetid air into my face, spreading his virulent fluids across the folds of my female heart.

I felt the tears before I knew they were coming. I sobbed wordlessly, biting the gag between my teeth, shutting my eyes to the illusion of beauty that hovered above me. I could feel his cock moving in and out, every now and again touching bottom, the head spearing into the sweet pillow of my cervix with a shock of discomfort. My body may have responded, but I was unaware of it. I felt nothing remotely akin to pleasure. I hated myself, as much as I ever hated him. I’d been weak and easy for him. I bounced my head off the mattress, lifting it and slamming it back hard and wishing I was laying on concrete rather than that soft bed. I’d have killed myself rather than endure another second of unbearable humiliation.

And all the while the guy was talking to me, telling me how sexy I was, how beautiful I was and how he loved my tight pussy as it squeezed his cock. He tortured me with words, describing how wet and warm my cunt felt, how I was loving this, how easily my body opened for him, eagerly awaiting his sperm. He promised me a baby, kissing my eyes and licking at my tears, telling me he was going to put a baby in my uterus just for me. A big strong boy, he said, one that would grow up fucking lesbians just like his other mommy.

He giggled at that and I felt myself about to vomit, the acid churning in my stomach, the bile threatening to rise.

Two mommies, the man said, that was what every boy needed. He was going to fuck me all night. He was going to fuck me until it was making love, he promised. He’d break me, because all women wanted to be broken. It was in our blood. It was in our hearts and souls, the need to be taken and loved by a big strong cock. By a man, even one with perfect tits and a beautiful face. Didn’t I love his lesbian cock yet? He was fucking me harder, making me wince and turn my head away. Didn’t I love his lesbian raping cock?

I would, he promised. Just like all the other girls.

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