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This is my first attempt at erotic writing. The story is partly
autobiographical, partly fiction. It is true that I was raped when I was
very young (13), but it didn't result in my seeking out rapists. It did
result in my having an abiding rape fantasy.
All of the usual warnings and claims apply and this may be posted on any
site that doesn't require pay as long as credit to the author is given.
I would appreciate any constructive comments. I can be reached at
canaryhouse@csonline.net
Hope you enjoy the story.
Canary
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OH, GOD...PLEASE...DON'T
By Canary
Chapter One
My name is Lisa and I am a 28 year old woman with a nice (or so
I've been told) body. I'm 5'5", 34b-25-34 with long black hair
that hangs to my butt and hazel eyes. Over the past twelve years
I have been raped at least fifteen times. Even though it hurts,
it's the only way I can get any satisfaction from sex so I
continually put myself in situations where rape is almost
inevitable.
I love the feeling of having my clothes ripped from my body and
being taken brutally by a man who cares nothing about my
feelings. I can't help it I just love it. I'm going to tell
you about how I got this way.
It started when I was twelve. My body was just beginning to
develop. I had little walnut size breasts and just a light down
was beginning to grow between my little legs. Even at that time,
I thought my hair was my best feature. It was long and shiny and
I mostly wore it in a pony tail. I was just at that stage
between girl and woman where I loved to pretend to be older than
I was, but at the same time I liked to play with dolls.
Then came the day Ken asked me to go to the school dance. Ken
was sixteen and a sophomore in high school. I was thrilled that
such a "man" would ask me out. I asked my parents if I could go
and their answer was an emphatic NO! I was too young to be able
to even think about dating. I could start maybe when I was
fifteen or sixteen. But I was a strong-willed child and I kept
pestering them until they finally agreed that I could go, but my
dad had to drive us both to the dance and pick us up right after
it was over. I argued and argued that it was only a few blocks
and we could walk home but there was no budge in them. It was
their way or not at all.
I wondered what I should wear. I cajoled my mother into letting
me buy a new dress for the dance. At the store I wanted to get
an off-the-shoulder very short party dress but my mother wouldn't
hear of it. We finally settled on a pretty pink dress with a
v-neck that came just above my knees. I wanted to get a padded
bra, but again my mother said no. (I had been wearing training
bras up until this point.) We finally found a double A cup that
would fit and she relented and let me get it. My only real
victory however was the pair of high healed shoes and the pink
frilly panties that would complete my outfit.
On the night of the dance, I started to get ready at 5:00 o'clock
and was really ready by 6:00. My mother put on a little rouge
and some eye shadow and some really light lip stick. When Ken
arrived I was sitting in a chair in the living room waiting for
him. I saw his eyes go wide when he saw me. I think he wanted
to say something nasty (he was always teasing me about having
"big tits" which, of course, wasn't true but it did make me feel
good) but I saw him sort of bite his lip and all he said was "Hi
Lisa. You really look nice tonight."
"So do you," I told him. He was dressed in a white shirt with a
long black tie and black slacks and he really did look good to
me. He timidly held out a corsage for me. I looked at my mother
for guidance.
"That's really nice Ken," she said. "Why don't you pin it on
her?" I saw my father looking daggers at her, but she knew that
I was growing up and tried to give me a little more leeway than
my dad. Ken hands were shaking as he lifted the neck of the
dress off of my left shoulder and pinned on the corsage.
After my dad took pictures of the two of us together, we piled
into the back seat of his beat up old Chevy and were off. When
my dad pulled up in front of the school there were a lot of kids
milling around outside, but he insisted that we go straight into
the gym which had been set up for the dance. As we got out of
the car I felt butterflies in my stomach. I really wasn't as
sure of myself as I pretended to be.
Inside, I was sort of in awe of how the gymnasium had changed.
There were red and blue streamers hung everywhere. There was a
table at one side where they were serving punch and the lights
were turned down low. At one end there was a small stage with a
microphone on it. I say Mr. Smith, the principle, talking with
two of the teachers who had agreed to be chaperons near the
microphone. "Welcome to the annual spring dance," he said. "We
are all here to have a good time so if you're thinking of causing
trouble... don't. Anyone caught drinking or rough housing will
be expelled from the dance and you're parents will be called to
pick you up. Now, with that said, it's time for FUN. Let the
dance begin."
With that the band began playing a currently popular song. I
watched as Mr. Smith turn off the microphone and lea the stage.
I felt a hand on my arm and turned to look at Ken. "Do you want
to get some punch?" he asked loudly trying to rise above the
noise of the band. I nodded and we headed for the table where
they were serving it.
We stood drinking punch and watching the couples gyrating on the
floor in front of us. We had just finished our drinks when the
band went into a slow number and Ken asked me to dance. I held
him stiffly at arms length as my dad had taught me, but he pulled
me close to him and I decided to go with the flow. It felt kind
of good to have my little breasts pushing into his chest.
When the song ended, we were in the darkest corner of the dance
floor. We walked to an even darker spot and he turned to me and
gave me my very first kiss. I mean like my very first real kiss,
not like you get from your aunt or something. I felt his tongue
at my lips and I opened my mouth to permit it access. I mean, I
thought it was kind of gross, but I'd heard some of the older
girls at school talking about French kissing. After a while
though, it felt sort of good and I pushed my tongue back wanting
to see what it was all about. That felt kind of good too.
Then his hand went to my right breast and I didn't know what to
do so I just stood there and let him do it. I could feel my
little nipples growing hard as he squeezed. He released my
breast and put both arms around me with one hand going down to
grip my little ass. He whispered in my ear, "let's sneak out of
here and go someplace where we can fuck."
That shook me out of my lethargy and I pushed both hands against
his chest pulling away from him. Before I thought, I slapped him
across the face as hard as I could. "You little bitch," he
snarled. "I do you the honor of taking you out and you don't
even want to give me a little."
I wheeled and walked across the dance floor, not caring that I
was bumping into people that were dancing. I couldn't think of
anything but that I wanted to get out of there. Tears were
streaming down my face. I had thought he really liked me.
I spotted the front door and raced out past the two seniors who
were standing there as monitors. I heard one of them yelling as
I went through, but I ignored them and started to run. I ran for
about a block and finally stopped, panting heavily. I waited
until my breath returned to normal and stood there thinking.
What should I do now? Maybe I should have listened to my
parents. Maybe I was too young to date. Well, there was nothing
for it, I'd just have swallow my pride and walk home. It was
only seven or eight blocks.
I'd barely started to walk when a car full of young black
teenagers drove slowly by. "Hey honky," yelled one of them.
"Want a little of my black meat?" I tensed.
I heard the driver say, "Leave her alone Kurt. She's not even
old enough to bleed." Then the car roared away into the night.
I was starting to get really scared now. I forced myself to go
forward, walking a little faster now.
An old pickup truck pulled up beside me. "Hey Lisa," the driver
yelled. "Are you okay?" It was Mr. Phillips. He was sort a
handy man that everybody hired to do odd jobs around the
neighborhood. I remembered he had installed some windows for my
dad. I walked over to the open window and peered in. "You
shouldn't be out this late at night," he said. "Particularly not
in this neighborhood."
He was right. It was sort of a run down area that went for about
three blocks before it turned into nice houses again. "I'm
okay," I said. "I'm just on my way home from a dance."
"Your parents should know better than to let you walk after dark
on a night like this," he said disapprovingly. "Hop in and I'll
give you a ride."
I hesitated. I couldn't tell him what had really happened.
Well, he'd always been very nice to me when he was working around
the house last summer. I opened the door and climbed into the
truck.
I leaned back into the soft cushions of the seat, listening to
the soft music that came from the radio. My reverie was
interrupted by his voice. "I have to make a quick stop and then
I'll take you home." An alarm went off in my head, but I told
myself I was just being silly. I said, "Okay."
He turned right and eventually pulled up in front of a darkened
house that I knew was his home. Leaving the engine running he
got out. "I'll just be a minute," he said. I saw him fitting
the keys into the door. The lights came on and through the
window I saw him walking away toward the back of the house.
He was gone less than five minutes and came out of the house
carrying a big paper bag. He locked up and came walking toward
my side of the truck. "Can I set this on the floor by your
feet?" he asked. "It might rain and I don't want it to get
wet."
Without waiting for an answer he opened my door and more alarms
went off in my head. But he simply set it on the floor by my
feet, closed the door and walked around to get back in the
truck.
He pulled down the road for about half a block under a big tree
and stopped. There were no street lights and it was very dark.
"I want to show you something, Lisa," he said. With that he
pressed something hard against my side and suddenly it felt as if
my whole body had been stuck into a giant light socket. He
covered my mouth with his big hand to silence my cries and
continued the shocking he was doing.
When he removed the thing, I couldn't talk or move. I knew
everything that was going on around me, but I was paralyzed. He
pulled away from the curb and roared out of the city. He talked
to me as he drove. His voice took on an evil tone. "That was a
stun gun cunt. It'll wear off in about 15 minutes or so and
you'll be fine." He cackled. "Well, maybe not fine, but you'll
be back to feeling normal. I mean normal for a slut like you."
He drove for maybe ten minutes and pulled off to the side of the
road. He was right in that I was already getting some feeling
back in my arms. He reached into the bag by my feet and pulled
out a roll of duct tape. He quickly taped my hands behind my back
and then put a piece over my mouth. "I don't want to hear your
caterwauling until we get there," he said harshly. I wondered
numbly what caterwauling was as he pulled back out onto the
highway. I was really scared now and tears were rolling down my
face.
We drove for what seemed like a very long time although in
looking back it was probably only about twenty minutes. He
turned off onto a dirt road and drove back for about a mile
between the trees. He pulled into a clearing and stopped,
turning off the engine. "You're home bitch," he said.
He reached over and grabbed my left breast and began squeezing.
I struggled, but there was really nothing I could do to stop him.
Suddenly he yelled, "Ouch" as he jabbed himself on the pin of my
corsage. I felt a little sense of victory when that happened,
but it was short-lived as he simply removed the pin and threw the
corsage on the floor.
He reached across me, opened his glove compartment and removed a
flashlight. He shined it in my eyes. "You stay put cunt," he
snarled. "I've got to go turn on the generator for the lights."
While he was gone, I tried to open the door with my feet. I got
it open too, but when I pushed the door open to jump out, he was
standing right there. He grinned evilly. "Going somewhere,
Slut?"
I tried to kick him in the face, but he simply grabbed my feet
and pulled me out of the truck. He picked me up and carried me,
kicking and screaming through my gag, into the house.
He let me down and reached for the light switch. As the lights
came on, I kicked him in the shin as hard as I could and tried to
force my way around him. "You Bitch," he growled and hit me hard
in the stomach with his big fist.
I went down and rolled into a fetal position, unable to use my
hands to hold my stomach. "Why to we have to do this the hard
way," he sighed and pulled the stun gun from his pocket. He
placed it directly against my left breast and I felt the
electricity flowing through me again. I a few seconds I was once
again paralyzed.
I felt myself being carried into another room. He flipped on the
lights with his elbow and threw me on a big bed, rolled me over
and untaped my hands. The skirt of my dress had scrunched up and
I knew he could see the pretty pink panties that I had been so
proud of. I wished I could move so I could pull my skirt down,
but the effects of the stun gun hadn't worn off yet.
He rolled me back over, wrapped a dirty rag around my right wrist
and tied it with a rope coming from the corner of the bed.
"Wouldn't want to get rope burns on that pretty pink skin of
your," he cackled. He repeated the procedure with my left arm
and then walked to the bottom of the bed to tie my feet with
ropes coming from the other two corners of the bed.
He pulled the tape from my mouth and sat down in a chair watching
me waiting for the feeling to come back into my body. I
finally felt the effects of the stun gun wearing off, but I held
perfectly still, hoping to put off what was coming as long as
possible. It didn't work, however, for I heard him say in an
almost kindly way, "I know you're awake Lisa."
I rolled my head to the left and looked at him. "Why are you
doing this to me?" I croaked.
He ignored my question. "Are you thirsty? Your voice sounds a
little hoarse." I noticed that the look of wildness had gone
from his eyes. Then I realized that my mouth and throat were
extremely dry, apparently on of the after effects of having been
stunned twice. I nodded.
"I'll get you something," he said. He got up from the chair and
walked from the room. I could hear the sounds of running water
in the other room. Then he returned with a tall glass of water
and a straw in his hand. "Sorry that I didn't have any ice, but
I used it all to keep everything cold until I got here. But I
left the water run for a little bit so it should be fairly
cold."
I wondered what he was talking about but didn't say anything. He
sat the water on the stand beside the bed and put a pillow under
my head. He lifted my head and brought the straw to my lips. I
drank greedily. When he took the glass away, I was still thirsty
but he said, "That's enough. Wouldn't want you to pee the bed.
Although it wouldn't matter too much. I put a plastic cover
underneath the sheet."
He went back to the chair and sat down. "Now," he began,
speaking softly. "You asked a question and it deserves an
answer." I wondered what he was talking about. "You wanted to
know why I was doing this to you. Let me explain. I have brain
cancer and four months ago they gave me a year less to live. All
my life I've wanted to get a little girl and rape her."
He paused, letting what he had said sink in. Fear overtook me.
He was actually going to force his ugly thing inside my little
body. I remembered the sex education we had in school. When I
had seen the movie they had shown I had decided then that I would
never let a man do that to me. Now it was going to happen.
He continued. "The thing that kept me from doing it was that I
knew I would be caught and I didn't want to spend the rest of my
life in jail. Now, it doesn't matter. I'm going to die anyway.
So, when they find us, which I figure will take about a week as
I'm not trying very hard to hide, I'll try to work it so that
they kill me right then. If that doesn't work, I'll still have
to spend less than eight months in jail."
"Now you know what's going to happen. It's late and I'm sure
we're both very tired so let's get some sleep." Sleep? He had
just said he was going to rape me and he wants me to sleep? I
started to cry. Tears were running down my face. He dried my
tears with a soft cloth. "There, there little one. I won't be
so bad. You'll see. You might even learn to like it."
He pulled a cot over beside the bed, threw a pillow on it, and
turned out the lights. I laid there crying softly. Maybe this
was just all a bad dream. Maybe I'd wake up and find myself safe
in my own bed at home. I heard him cough in his sleep, realized
it wasn't a dream, and began to cry even harder. "Try to keep it
down," he said. "We've got a big day tomorrow and we both need
our rest. That is, unless you'd like me to rape you right now."
That shut me up. I closed my eyes as tight as they would go and
gritted my teeth, but I didn't let any sound come out, even
though tears were still streaming down my face. Eventually I
fell into a fitful sleep.
Chapter 2
I awoke when the lights came on. "It's time," he shouted. The
madness had come back into his eyes. He was totally naked and
his cock stood out in front of him. It was huge and I just knew
it would never fit inside of me. I had stuck my little finger in
there one time and even that hurt.
I screamed as he jumped on the bed and straddled my waist. He
gripped the v-neck of my dress and ripped it down to my waist.
"Can't wait to see those little tits of yours," he snarled. He
grabbed my bra with both hands and tore it like it was tissue
paper. "Oh yes, really small ones. I like really small ones."
He grabbed one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and
twisted really hard. I screamed and screamed. "OH
GOD...PLEASE...DON'T." He ignored me and twisted even harder.
Finally, he let go and leaned over to take a nipple between his
lips. That seemed to help some of the pain in my small tit.
Then he bit down and I screamed again. I thought he was going to
tear it all the way off. When he raised up, there was blood, my
blood, running from the corner of his mouth.
"Please,' I begged. "No more."
He climbed off of my waist and tore my dress the rest of the way
down. "Got to get the cunt," he mumbled. He ripped off my
panties leaving my body completely naked before him. He jumped
between my legs. He centered himself against my little opening.
"NO...DON'T...HELP ME...SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME...he pushed
forward...OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOOO...he pushed harder, decimating my
cherry...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I screamed, oh god how I screamed as he plunged in and out and in
and out of me. My whole body was nothing but one mass of pain.
He plunged, withdrew, plunged, withdrew and then I felt him
stiffen and knew he was spurting his white cum into my previously
pure body.
He pulled out and climbed off of me. "That'll take some of the
edge off." I could feel his scum and my blood, my virgin blood
flowing out of my torn opening. I wanted to curl up in a little
ball and die, but the ropes kept me from doing it. He squatted
between my legs and looked at my wounded cunt. "Oh, did I hurt
my little baby," he said soothingly. "Too bad. It really felt
good for me."
He got up and walked out of the room. He returned with a white
pan filled with soapy water and a wash cloth. He gently washed
the area beween my legs. As the washcloth passed over the torn
hole of my vagina a new rush of pain flowed over me. And then it
hit my sensitive clit and suddenly the pain was mixed with
pleasure.
When he had me clean, he produced a bottle of baby oil and
squirted a lot of it right on the opening of my cunt. He put
some oil on his finger and began gently massaging my clit. I
didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. I began to moan softly
with the pleasure of it. He stuck a finger inside of me. It
hurt, but the pleasure felt so good.
He added a second finger and then a third and the pain increased
but so did the pleasure as he leaned forward an suckled on my
right nipple. He increase the tempo going faster and faster
suckling faster and harder, rubbing my clit faster, teasing it
with his finger and running those three fingers in and out of my
cunt.
The pain increased. The pleasure increased. I couldn't help
myself. "Oh yessss keep it up. It feels so gooooooooood. Don't
stop. Please don't stop." Then the orgasm flowed over me and I
began to shake all over. It was twice as good, no, five time as
good as when I had masturbated at home.
He jumped between my legs. I was shocked to see that he was hard
again. He rammed himself into me and the pain started all over
again. But then he reached between our bodies and began to
massage my clit and he leaned forward and began to suckle on my
left nipple. That was kind of weird. The nipple was still sore
from where he had bit it before, but it felt so good with pain
and pleasure all mixed in together.
The pain/pleasure started driving me once again up the ladder
toward what I knew would be a massive orgasm. "Yessss...fuck
me....fuck me harder...oh, God...I'm going to Coommme." And Cum
I did. Even better than before. Even more intense than before
as I felt him tense and shoot his load inside of me.
He collapsed on top of me gasping. His weight drove me into the
matress, making it hard to breathe. "Could you please get off of
me," I asked. I can't breathe."
He rolled to the side of me still gasping. "Sorry about that,"
he said after he caught his breath. "I should have rolled off
right away."
"It okay," I said softly and, God help me, if my arms had been
free I would have cuddled up in his arms.
He chuckled. "You really enjoyed that didn't you."
"No, I hated it. You RAPED me."
He laughed out loud. "That I did Lassie, but you liked it the
second time. You really got off on it."
A feeling of shame washed over me. Here I was less than an hour
away from having been violently raped and when he raped me the
second time I had actually ENJOYED it. As a matter of fact I had
begged him not to stop.
"Yes, I did," I said timidly.
We laid there for a while and his soft breathing told me he had
fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep,
satiated sleep.
When I awoke a few hours later, it was to the smell of frying
bacon. He came to the door and looked in holding a dishtowel in
his hand. "Ah, I see you're awake little one," he said. "Are
you hungry?" I suddenly realized that I hadn't eaten since this
ordeal had started and the smell of the bacon was making my
stomach growl. I nodded.
"Well, we'll get you up and you can go to the bathroom. It's
almost ready."
My heart jumped but I tried not to let it show. He was going to
untie me. Maybe I could figure out how to get away if I was free
to move. He went to a drawer and pulled out a short chain like
thing and a pair of handcuffs. My heart dropped.
"I think your just about ready to be left free to run around the
house, but I'm not sure. So I designed this." He held up a
chain with two circles on the ends. He pointed to the circles.
"These are hose clamps from a semi tractor trailer. I welded a
little loop on top of the adjustment knob. Had a hell of a time
with that. Kept welding the adjustment knob to itself. But I
finally got it. All I have to do is open them up and wind one
around each of your ankles and tighten it down." He held up a
lock. Then all I have to do is lock either end of the chain to
the hose clamp and you'll be able to walk, but only if you take
baby steps." He looked like he was very proud of himself.
He proceeded to attach the rings to each of my ankles, attached
the one chain, untied my leg and quickly brought my leg over and
attached the other chain. He held up the handcuffs. "I put a
longer chain between this so you'd be able to eat and so forth
without being to uncomfortable."
"Thanks for caring so much about my comfort," I said, my voice
dripping with sarcasm.
He attached one cuff to my left wrist, untied it and rolled me to
my right attaching the other cuff to my right wrist. The final
rope was untied and I at least had minimal freedom. "Come on,"
he said. "I'll take you to the bathroom."
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up.
My legs were so weak from being held in one place that I would
have fallen if he hadn't caught me. Slowly, my coordination came
back as we walked the short distance to the bathroom.
Once there, he pointed out all the things I would need
washcloth, towel, toothbrush, comb, brush, etc. "I'll leave you
to yourself, but please be quick about it, breakfast is almost
ready." Then he left, locking the door behind him.
For the first time since this whole ordeal had begun, I was
alone. I quickly washed my face and ran a brush though my hair.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Except for the bite mark on my
left breast, I didn't look much different than I ever had. I
stood up on a little chair that was sitting in the corner to look
at my lower half. I was amazed that even there I still looked
the same except that maybe my pussy lips were a little puffier
than the used to be.
Standing on the chair suddenly gave me an idea. I quickly moved
the chair beside the door and stood on it. I waited about five
minutes and then I heard the key turning in the door. "I hope
you're finished because breakfast is ready." He walked into the
room, trying to see where I was. His back was to me and I
jumped. I brought my arms around his head and tried to bring the
chain between my handcuffs down to hit his adams apple.
My aim was off and the chain caught him on the chin. He reached
up quickly and grabbed my hands and pulled forward so that I was
hanging across his back like a kid getting a piggy-back ride. He
pushed a chair away from the table, turned and sat me down on it
hard! His entire weight landed right on my legs and I thought
for a minute that he may have broken them.
He lifted my arms over his head and back and stood up. He turned
and I saw that the chains had made a nasty gash in his chin.
Blood was running from it down his neck. He looked mad enough to
kill.
I was surprised when he didn't say a word. He simply slid my
chair into the table walked to the sink and wet a towel which he
applied to his chin. He came back to the table and sat down.
"Eat," he said simply. I looked down at my plate. There was
bacon and home fries and scrambled eggs. In the center of the
table was a plate with ham slices.
I was really scared to death, but the aroma of the food started
my stomach to rumbling so I picked up my fork and began eating.
We ate in silence. I finished everything on my plate and even
had two extra slices of ham. When I had eaten my fill a funny
thought crossed my mind and I started to giggle.
He looked across the table at me with questioning eyes. "I just
thought how funny it was to be sitting here eating with both of
us naked." I was hoping to take his mind off of the fact that I
had tried to kill him or at least hurt him bad enough that I
could escape.
He smiled. "I guess it is funny considering the circumstances.
Before my wife died we used to do it all the time, though. You
know, we'd wake up in the morning and have great sex and it just
didn't seem to be worth the effort to get dressed when we knew
that when we were done eating we were going right back to bed to
fuck again." It had never occurred to me that he had been
married. Then a terrible thought hit me. Now that he had eaten
was he going to rape me again? I felt a knot at the pit of my
stomach and thought I might lose all the food I had just eaten.
He removed the towel from his face and I saw that the cut in his
chin was not nearly as bad as I had expected. The blood was
already starting to coagulate. He pushed his chair back from the
table and smiled at me. "Thank you," he said warmly.
I frowned. Something was wrong. He was being too nice. "For
what?" I asked.
"Let me explain. When I left you alone in the bathroom this
morning it was a test to see if you could be trusted. I had
figured you might try something although I must admit that what
you did really surprised me. If you had been just a little
faster or I had been a little slower in ducking, you might have
really escaped. You should be proud of yourself for that. I
had expected you to try to go through the unlocked window over
the shower. As a matter of fact, I already had breakfast ready
when I took you there. I kept it warm in the oven. I waited
outside the window long enough to see if you were going to try it
and then came back in and unlocked the door and you know the
rest. What I was thanking you for was letting me know that you
still havn't accepted the fact that you are here until they find
us and kill me. Now that I know you can't be trusted, I know
what to do when we have oral sex tomorrow."
I frowned. "Oral sex?"
"I'm going to put my dick in you mouth and fuck you that way."
I scrunched up my face. "That's disgusting."
"Well, enough of this chit-chat. Come along." He got up and
walked toward the bedroom. I followed obediently, knowing that
if I didn't he would just drag me in there anyway and I couldn't
really run in my shackles.
In the bedroom he removed my handcuffs and shackles. Apparently
he wasn't really concerned since he was so much stronger than I
was anyway. He threw me on the bed and, before I could even
catch my breath he was on top of me. He spread my legs and
rammed himself into me as hard as he could. It hurt, but not
nearly as bad as it had before and I just gasped. He grabbed my
nipples and squeezed. He pulled them out to the sides until I
thought for sure he was going to rip them off.
I sceamed and screamed. "STOP IT, YOUR HURTING ME...PLEASE
STOP...OH GOD...AAAIIIEEEEE."
"Get off on the pain," he said. "You can do it." And then I
felt it. An indescribable pleasure runing from my cunt right up
through the screaming pain in my tits. I wrapped my legs around
his ass and forced myself harder onto his raging cock.
"Oh yesssss...fuck me...fuck me harder...make your little slut
come...oh, it's so gooood...oh, yess, yes, yes...I'm
cccccccccoooooooooommmmmmming." An indescribable pleasure washed
over me. It felt like my whole body was nothing but a shaking,
quivering mass of happiness.
I knew then that this was what I was born for to serve this man
my man my rapist. But he didn't stop until he had driven me
through three more shattering orgasms. Then I felt him stiffen
and start jerking inside me and I knew that he was shooting his
man cream into me.
I felt him softening inside me and then he pulled out of me and
rolled off. I rolled toward him and cuddled against him in his
arms. "Thank you for teaching me what its like to be a real
woman," I said softly.
For some reason, I felt warm and comfortable with him. You could
almost say I loved him. I fell asleep lying there in his arms.
I awoke some time later and knew that he was still asleep as he
was snoring softly. I noticed that he had cuffed my right wrist
to his left one. I wondered if he hadn't done that if I would
have tried to escape. I was terribly confused. I wanted to get
away and yet I didn't. Well, it wasn't important since I
couldn't get away. I fell back to sleep still trying to figure
out how I felt.
He took me twice more that day, each time adding some element of
pain to go with the exquisite pleasure. The second time he made
me stick needles through my own nipples to add the pain. God did
that ever hurt, but when I orgasmed that time it was even better
than anything that had gone before.
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