Jessica_E_Brown
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« on: February 16, 2008, 05:01:52 PM » |
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This story is based on a real life experience I had, it's however a work of fiction.
It was in an email. The first time I'd trusted him enough to explained my darkest fantasy. I remember telling him how from a very young age I'd always fantasised about being abducted by a group of men who took turns abusing me. I'd also said that I liked pain. I'd always wanted to know what it actually felt like to be abused and raped. I was in a relationship at the time and was (I thought) only story swapping with a new friend I'd met at work. His reply to my email both shocked and intrigued me. He said he would happily help me fulfil my fantasy. He'd been on the swinging scene for many years, but had only been involved in 'straight' fantasies/orgies. The idea of exploring his darker nature appealed to him. I had to agree to safe word and that I had to know he's never done any thing like this before but he would do his best.
I agreed and we set the safe word. We where going to a mutual friends wedding reception and we agreed he would give me a lift and drop me home after. I know that he wasn't going to take me home and that he was just setting the scene for our agreement. At this point I didn't even think I would go through with actually doing it and even if we did it would only be some mild S&M play before we just fucked. I was very wrong.
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As we drove to the wedding venue he suddenly pulled of the road into a lay-by and turned off the engine. First I was confused and worried some thing was wrong with the car, my eyes darted over the car panels looking for warning lights as I looked past the stirring wheel realised there was nothing wrong with the car.
“You look so fucking sexy”. He ran his hands up my leg, pulling my knee length skirt up to my thigh. I tried to pull it back down. Feeling my heart race, was he actually going to do this now? I didn't want it like this; in some dodgy lay-by, where we could get caught. This wasn't want I wanted. This didn't turn me on. I pulled away as he tried to kiss me and grope my tits. My stomach sank and felt heavy with disappointment. He was just going to fuck me here in the car, in a dark lay-by. This was his idea of forced sex, ‘a 15-year-old girl being raped by her inexperienced 16-year-old boyfriend on prom night’ experience. This was obviously his fantasy. I was 22 and he was in his 30's but it was obviously the idea that appealed to him. He reached round, pushed my seat back and moved so he was kneeling in front of me. He hooked his fingers around my knickers and pulled them down around my ankles. I didn't make it overly easy but I wasn't playing the victim either.
“An-“ I started…. He placed his hand over my mouth.
”Don't call me by name, you don't know my name”
This order and the force of his grip over my face, made my pussy twitch my heart started to race again and I let out a faint moan. I tried to move my head but he held it firm.
”Don't move, or I'll be forced to hurt you. Now, I've got present for you”
I wanted him to fuck me know, my knickers around my ankles and his hand over my mouth, his demanding voice, I wanted his cock in my pussy.
He moved lower so he could see my freshly shaved cunt. He shoved his finger in. I was very wet.
“Nice, you really are a little slut, aren't you?”
“Yes, Yes I am, please fuck me!”
He moved back to my pussy and I felt him press something cold and hard against my opening. I knew he had a Prince Albert. I'd never seen it, but this felt bigger and colder than I imagined a piecing would be. I felt it force into me and waited for his cock to fill me with heat. Instead I heard a very light jingle sound and the pushing stopped. I tried to lift my head to see what he was pushing into me. I caught a glimpse of his eyes smiling up at me.
“This will make sure you don't get any idea's about cancelling our little arrangement, your pussy's so tight, you'll never get that out on your own”.
With that he pulled up my knickers and pulled my seat back to its full upright position. He gently kissed me on the forehead, started the car up and drove back onto the main road.
I was confused, what had he just put in me? Why didn't he fuck me? As I moved my hands to explore, my tormentor glided the car to the line at the side of the road. The car started vibrating as the wheels hit the thick paint. I felt a heavy jolt from inside, my pussy felt heavy and I felt pressure building inside me. I heard the faint jingle noise again; he passed me a box and laughed. I opened the box, inside was a black heavy ball, similar in size to a pool ball, with small pink and red flowers painted onto it. As I took it in my hand, it gently jingled. I realised there was space for another in the box, another ball that was now inside me! As he swayed the car in the road, I felt the ball move and vibrate inside me. It felt amazing, but it wasn't enough to make me cum. I tried to jiggle myself to increase the pressure inside. To give myself the relief I thought I was going to get back in the lay-by. But it didn't work. I was so frustrated. I hated him then. He smiled gently to himself and he continued with the drive. We didn't speak for the rest of the journey.
When we arrived at the wedding, I ran straight to the bathroom. I tried to try to get hold of the ball and pull it out, but every time I got a hold it moved further into me. It was making a noise too. Every time someone else came in, I had to wait for them to leave so they didn't hear my frustrated curses and faint jingle as I failed to remove this object of torture. He was right, as much as I didn't want to do this any more, I would have to let him take it out. I would play along till then and once he'd removed it I would say my safe word and go home. As I came out of the bathroom he was waiting for me with a drink and a smile on his face. I smiled back and took the drink from him. I attempted to avoid him for the rest of evening. There where enough people around to keep me busy and chatting all night, he tracked me down a few times with more drinks. I took them from him smiling but continued to talk with my other friends. I didn't drink any of them. I didn't want to be drunk with him. I no longer wanted to go through with this. I felt stupid and foolish for letting it get this far. Every now and again my pussy would start pulsing, reacting to the pressure from the alien object inside. A couple of times I'd been tempted to go to the bathroom and bring myself off. Every time I looked towards the bathroom, he was always standing between the door and me. I thought that he must have been waiting for me to give in; I didn't want to please him. I tried my hardest to ignore the throbbing.
At the end of the evening, we said our goodbyes and I got back into the car. He turned to me.
“Did you like feeling my gift in you all night? Are you ready for it to be taken out now?”
“I loved it” I lied “Every time I moved all night, it was like you where inside me, please take it out of me so I can fuck you”.
“All in good time.”
He didn't drive me home, as I was expecting. He pulled up out side his house.
“Do you still want to go through with this?” His eyes looked directly into mine. “I know you haven't said your safety word, but if you don't want to go through with this let me know now if you don't there's no turning back once we get inside”.
“Thank God!” I said, “No, I've changed my mind – I'm so sorry, but this really isn't what I want at all!”
He looked relived. “Me too! I thought this would be fun but I don't like playing this role at all. Come in side and I'll get that thing out of you and then I'll take you home. He smiled and got out of the car.
At that point I really didn't want to go home. He was actually proving to be a kind-hearted guy. I would stay the night and would probably even sleep with him.
I walked through his front door behind him he moved past me and shut the door. I looked around, he hadn't turned the lights on, but there was enough light coming from a large fish tank to make out a couple of sofa's, a TV and a wood burning stove. I took a seat on the sofa. He walked over to me and asked me to take my knickers off. He almost sounded embarrassed. What a difference from the harsh, demanding voice I'd heard in the car. Where had that voice come from? It seamed a million miles away now. I slipped off my knickers and lay back on the sofa, he moved closer and pushed my knees apart for the second time that evening. This time I welcomed it. Only a few minuets till this thing would be out and I could finally get the relief I'd needed all night. He slowly pushed his fingers into me and fumbled inside me for a few minuets. He suggested I turned onto my front so he could get a better grip he also asked me to take my skirt off so I could move my legs further apart I obliged, and once again his fingers moved inside me. The ball shifted heavy inside me but didn't seam to me moving any further out. He suggested that maybe if I took my top and bra off he might help me relax. I did feel dumb with half my clothes on and my pussy out so I stripped off the last of my clothes and concentrated on relaxing my muscles, his fingers moved in and out of me and I was sure one of his hands was rubbing his own cock.
“Hold on, I'll be back in a sec”. He walked out of the room and come back with something in his hands; it was too dark to see properly. I naively thought it was something to help with the removal of the ball. He moved behind me again.
Suddenly I felt his whole weight on me. His knees were by my sides, pinning my arms to the sofa. I felt something tighten around my throat and one of his hands gripped my hair from the roots. Both my arms where pinned by my side. I started to panic; I was winded and couldn't breathe.
“What are you doing? Please stop – It hurts.”
“I don't think so you little prick tease. I can't believe what a stupid little whore you are. Do you really think I would change my mind? Stop playing this game? Stop wanting to hurt you? This is my favourite game. But with you it's going to even better because I knew you scared shitless. You've had these stupid little fantasies in your head, you have no idea how much this is going to hurt you.”
I struggled, he was right, what stupid fantasies they'd been. I really wanted to get away. I tried to resist as he pulled my arms behind me tying my writs to the opposite elbow, forcing my breasts into the soft cushions beneath me. He was far too strong. He then tied my ankles together and pushed my feet up so they rested on my arse. My ankles where then tied to my arms. He stood back and looked down at me. I turned my head to look at him, begging him to let me go, apologising for changing my mind, telling him if he let me go I wouldn't tell any one. It would be okay. I was so sorry. I tried to move against my restraints they where too tight, they burned my wrist and ankles as I moved against them. The ball still pressed heavy inside me. It was becoming painful. I didn't want it in me any more. I didn't want any of this any more. He laughed as he moved behind me, removing his trousers and pants as he went.
He pulled my knees firmly apart. My ankles screamed with pain and the rope pulled on my flesh. My stomach was churning, and my head was spinning. I felt sick. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. This isn't something that actually happens to people, especially not me. It's something you read about, something that happens to some distant person in a crappy woman's mag. I remember reading a story about a woman who had been abducted and gang raped while on holiday in one issue. I remember thinking; ‘I’d like that to happen to me’. What a stupid thing to think. What stupid fucking idiot I was? I let out a cry, pleading once again for him to stop.
“For fucks sake – will you stop winging, if you wanted me to stop you should have used your safely word when you had a chance.”
What? Is that really all it would take to stop this, really? When He's asked in the car, it hadn't even occurred to me he was actually expecting me to use it! Did he think I was still playing along? I sighed with relief, of course the safety word. Then this could all stop and I could go home. I took a deep breath; trying to steady my breathing, clam myself. It was okay; it was going to be okay. My head started to clear. As I muttered the magic word, that would undo all the ropes and also undo this horrible situation I'd got my self into, I felt his strong hands pull my head back sharply and push some material into my mouth. I tasted myself; he must have scooped my knickers off the floor, a make shift gag full of my own pussy juices.
He pulled his t-shirt off he was now completely naked. As I looked round and up at him, trying desperately not to choke on my underwear, I saw his cock for the first time. It was honestly the scariest thing I've ever seen. It was enormous, crowned with a large Prince Albert Piecing; it was the most intimidating sight. My eye widened and I pulled against my restraints again.
I was confused; I'd said my safe word, why hadn't this stopped? He obviously saw the fear and confusion in my eyes. I felt the heat coming off his body as he moved close to me. He turned me over so I was now lying on my twisted arms and legs. The position pushed my cunt forwards and my chest up. He bent over me and lowered his whole weight onto me, pushing me even deeper into my own limbs. I felt like my shoulders and hips where going to pop out of their sockets. I felt his erection press against the outside of my pussy lips and rub against my arse. I let out a muffled protest and again tried to say my safety word through my gag. He moved his mouth close to my ear; he spoke slowly and clearly in a low deep whisper.
“It’s just a fucking word, bitch! It's so fucking funny watching the relief in your eyes every time you think you're free. You can't undo this. I'm going to fuck and use every part of you. You won't be able to do any thing about it.”
He got off me and rolled me onto my front again. My body relaxed as the pain shooting through my joints subsided.
Then I remembered, the ball. It was still inside me. He wasn't able to get it out! Ha, how was he going to fuck me? He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to fuck me. He'd have to let me go. This thought process was very short lived as he moved behind me I felt his finger move to my arse hole. My whole body tensed up, being raped was one thing. But in my arse? No way. This wasn't going to happen. His finger pushed inside me roughly, greasing my arse with lube. Pain shot through me, my body tensed I tried to fight my restraints again.
“That’s it bitch, struggle for me. You're so greased my cocks going to slide right into your arse, what ever you do. The more you struggle the tighter you're going to be for me”
I felt the cold steal of his piercing pushing against my tightly puckered arse hole. I screamed through my gag, this only seamed to spur him on. With one rough trust his enormous cock ripped into my body. The pain was unbelievable. I wished I could pass out.. He held his cock deep in me for what felt like forever. I could feel his balls pressing on my pussy. His whole cock was in me. I started to shake with fear and pain. He began pumping into my arse, my muscles hadn't relaxed and it hurt more and more with every thrust. Hot tears started rolling down my face and I felt like I was actually going to die. As be banged harder my arse finally adjusted to the intrusion and I became aware of the pressure building inside my pussy. The throbbing that had been with me all evening was back. I could feel my heartbeat through every part of my body. My wrists and ankles throbbed, my arse and my pussy where all crying out in pain, in unison but some how it had stopped hurting. He reached forward and grabbed my hair; pulled my head back as far as he could. This was all I needed; I suddenly exploded into the largest orgasm of my life, all my muscles contracted, my arse hole griped tightly around his cock, sending a new pain through me, my body rocked, my back arched so hard I thought it would break. I felt him grow even deeper into me, he gave one final groan and thrust and I felt him empty himself into my bowl, my body relaxed and finally past out.
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