“Hold still,” he continued with the same firm voice. His beautiful face lacked expression or emotion, making me wonder what was coming next. “Hold still,” he ordered again and my inner-self chuckled, like I could have moved if I wanted to. He remained quiet, almost like the calm before a storm hits. He opened the chest against the wall and my mouth dropped in a large O. Holy fucking hell. He pulled out a cane and I took a big gulp thinking that thing looked like more than I could handle. My rapid heartbeat turned from excited to frantic.
“You like it rough, little bitch?” he asked, flipping his monotone voice into something cold and angry. I must have swallowed my tongue because I couldn’t find the words to answer. He pulled on the long metal bar where the shackles were attached. Shit! This thing moved on rollers. The bar was in a shape of a T and he could turn me any way he pleased and the rest of my body followed. He spun me to face the white wall. My breathing was shallow and I forced myself to gasp for air. The room was so quiet that if a pin dropped you could have heard it. He cupped my ass in his hands and squeezed. “Nice, I’m going to enjoy making this ivory skin pink.” He grinned. Fuck! He was a damn psycho.
He stood up behind me; I could see the cane from the corner of my eye. His muscles were tensing and he looked turned on, but there was another look on his face that I couldn’t place. Okay, give it to me, baby! Was all I could think, give me pain. I was craving it. As the thoughts entered my mind, I questioned my sanity and realized how far I’d strayed from the girl I once was. The girl who loved her high school boyfriend and stayed with him for years. I saw my childhood pass me by in a brief glimpse, the good times and my innocence. And then it came, SMACK straight across my behind. Between the sting and the biting pain, I hissed in a deep breath and tried to breathe through the pain. Before I had time to recover. SMACK. This time it was across my back. My head fell forward and colors passed me by. I willed myself not to give in. SMACK. Okay, I wanted numb. I wanted pain. I had it. This. Was. Pain. If she only knew what I was doing right now to fill the emptiness she would die. SMACK. He was giving me no time to recover; he was a fucking animal. Why didn’t I tell him to stop? The nice gentleman from earlier had left the building.
I was lost, drunk in pain. Every ounce of innocence that had been left to redeem had withered away. SMACK. Oh, this was too much! Tears spring from my eyes. Actual tears. This wasn’t me, I don’t cry dammit.
“You’re a strong bitch, aren’t you?” he snapped with a devilish grin. Of all the men at the sex club, I chose to go home with the devil. He threw the cane to the floor, I could barely see past my tears, but I was alert enough to realize that he had pressed up to my behind, his erection pressing into my back. “Blood,” he muttered under his breath. He spun me around so that I was facing him. This sex crazed woman batterer showed me that he had blood on his finger. Then he stuck it into his mouth and his dark brown eyes turned almost cobalt. He walked away and I tried to catch my breath, but my body was screaming violently to get up and run. Only I didn’t listen. The shackles bound me so I could barely move and my fight and flight skills had temporarily vacated, along with my sanity. He returned a moment later. “We’ll need to lube you up,” he said, pouring what looked like a bottle of lubricant into his hands. He rolled it over his cock. I couldn’t imagine him sticking his dick inside me now.
“Do you have any hard limits?” he asked. I had no idea what he was referring to. I was too upset and lost to answer. Then he ran some lubricant over my ass. Fuck, he wasn’t planning on going in there, was he?
“Look, I think we have a misunderstanding here…” I began to say.
“Shut up, you dirty cunt,” he replied. Holy shit! This was worse than I thought. Getting tied up was a turn on. The caning was hell but he got me to cry, maybe I needed to cry. I didn’t think I could handle his next move though. He rubbed his hand along my ass and slid his thumb inside. I felt all my muscles tensing around him.
“Very tight, this is going to fucking hurt,” he said, causing my breath to hitch. I pulled at the restraints like a wild animal needing to flee, and I heard his perturbed laugh behind me.
“Please, I don’t want this,” I cried out.
“So you’re a fucking tease, are you?” he spluttered. Then he walked away to the chest and retrieved a box of condoms. I heard the plastic of the wrapper tear and out of the corner of my eye watched as he rolled it over his cock. I tried to slow my breaths and figure a way out of this mess but I was at a loss. From behind I could feel the crown of his cock warm and thick circling my behind and I inhaled sharply. Then in one swift rough movement he rammed it into my ass, I felt like I had completely ripped open and I was seeing colors. Fuck. I scrambled to get away from him but I was still tied up. My heartbeat was so erratic I thought I might have a heart attack. As tears spurted out of my eyes, I begged him to stop but he kept to his forceful rhythm.
“Please, please stop!” I cried out.
He picked up speed and I could feel him lengthening and tearing me until he groaned and stiffened. It may have only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity of hell. He pulled out of my ass, and I wanted to scream from the pain. I had never engaged in anal sex or anything close to it, and I was far from ready. My behind was burning. I was sure I was bleeding from there. I turned my head watching to see what he would do next. My body was revolting against me. I felt vomit crawling up the back of my throat. I didn’t think I could keep it down. I thought he would probably kill me if I threw up all over his white sheets. I began to gag until I couldn’t keep it down. I vomited violently and it landed on his sheets. Instead of helping me, he had the audacity to laugh.
“This is too fucking good. You cry and you throw up, eh, stupid bitch? I’m going to fuck that hot pussy of yours now,” he said as his eyes glistened. The cool blood slowly oozed its way down my back, I wondered how bad it was, how much blood I was losing. I was having a full-blown panic attack, but it was completely internal, my pulse was frantic. I was sweating and my vision was blurry. He pressed me up against the wall so that he was facing me, and ran his fingers over my pussy.
“Hmm, you’re dry.” He looked surprised. Then he dropped to his knees and began to lick my pussy. My arms and legs sagged, and I wished I could lie back on the bed and die. I just wanted to die. I was looking for a way to numb the pain but this man broke me. He licked me relentlessly and my legs gave out, causing the shackles to dig deeper into my skin. When I was almost over the edge, he stopped and pulled back. I didn’t even understand how I had responded to such a monster, but with nowhere to run my body must have relented. He walked over to the chest and picked up an old style key. Fuck! I hoped he planned on releasing me. As much as I wanted to be put out of my misery, I didn’t want to die here. He unlocked my left hand first then my right. When my hands were freed, I rubbed them and saw the dark indentations left behind.
He unlocked my legs and flipped me on my back. When my back made contact with the bed, it burned and the wetness seeped into the sheets, making me wonder how badly I was bleeding. Maybe it would be better if I just bled out on this bed after all. I slowly got up to leave. I didn’t have any fight in me. If I wasn’t completely broken before, I was now. He picked up the box of condoms thrown on the bed and took another condom out. How many victims has this guy had? I can’t imagine anyone enjoying this.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked with his brows furrowed. “I’m not done with you. You can’t be a cock tease in here, look how hard I still am for you,” he said pointing to his man parts. The thought of having sex with him caused me to dry heave and he threw his head back laughing. He took me by the wrist and I knew I had to let him do this. I had no strength to fight him, and he was clearly not going to let me go. He pushed me against the bed and threw me down so I was flat on my back. My back and ass were throbbing, and I was scared he might have ripped me open. I winced from the pain and his eyes turned to dark pools of lust. His rough rhythm was torture. He reached over for the lube again and pulled out of me as he spread it over his cock. Then he slid back inside me, I closed my eyes, willing my mind to take me to a different place and time. As he rolled his hips, his finger dipped between my legs rubbing my clit. It was borderline painful. He lifted both my legs over his shoulders and the real pounding began. His smooth features and cute dimples from earlier were lost and before me was a man that looked stark and dangerous, a man that gets off on causing pain. He pulled my hair into his fist and yanked hard, causing my chin to lift backward. He smacked into me hard, again and again and then he came, and I prayed that this was finally over. My earlier tears drying along my cheeks, my mind and body were numb. He climbed off of me, and the smile he had earlier returned, leaving the serious brute from moments ago behind.