I was forced awake by the sudden feel of strong hands lifting me off the bed and over a bare shoulder, my ass high in the air. Still half asleep, I wondered if it was my Master that held me. Deciding to calm my fears I trusted that it was and relaxed to him. I was taken up the stairs, through a room or maybe two, then laid onto what felt like a very cold table, my butt hanging off the edge.
Still saying nothing, he freed my arms from behind my back, then tied my wrists above my head in opposite corners of what felt like a table. I struggled slightly, but was glad to be tied more comfortably when he roughly pulled at my stockings, ripping them harshly from my legs.
Once he had aggressively stripped me naked, what little clothing I wore now shreds as I trembled under his crude probing hands. Forcing my legs apart, he mounted me while fingering my clit, and once he had forced himself inside, I knew it was my Master. The feel of his sex was already familiar to me as his heavy body rested on top of mine and his pace was rough, hard, and demanding. I struggled against him, trying to close my legs, believing he wanted a mock rape, but I did not fight him much.
Although I did not cry for help, I could not stop the moans and gasps from his fullness inside of me, a little sore from a few hours ago. Clamping one hand to my throat, his hips pounded against mine and his grunts were against my ear, his chest crushing my breasts. When his fingers tightened slightly, I opened my mouth to scream for him to stop, but his hiss of words stopped me.
“You keep quiet, slut.” his tone was deep and raspy, and I fought to keep myself from panic, “You will say nothing of this, or I will kill you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I was able to squeeze out one word.
“Good little girl. Cunt feels so fucking good.”
He continued to moan vulgarities in the same tone, as my fear seemed to grow I was unable to enjoy it as I had in the basement. Still, his thrusts brought me to a screaming orgasm and he chuckled in my ear, knowing my body had betrayed me. Lifting slightly, he pinched adamantly at my nipples, pulling and twisting until I was begging for him to stop. Unseen tears soaked the blindfold as his hands found other parts of my body to hurt, slapping my thigh, pulling my hair, all the while moving faster and rougher within me.
“Please, God, please stop!”
I may have been screaming, but his mouth clamped suddenly over mine, almost biting with his intense kisses and forceful tongue. I moved my legs in attempt to kick at him, but his hips were so strong against mine, I could barely move, his slave, his toy. I tried not to think about how the fear was beginning to arouse me, but it was so hard as he forced his body crushing on top of mine over and over. My body gave in to another orgasm as I shuddered and began to kiss him back, maddened by his intensity. Without stopping, he untied my hands and held me even tighter, and all I could do was wrap my arms and legs around him, needing, suddenly, this perversion more than I thought possible. Moving his mouth to my ear, he gasped “Fuck!” again and again, and I knew he was about to come. Only, he stayed within me, and I could feel him swell as his seed shot deep, I pushed at his shoulders, even tried hitting his back, but he was immovable.
“Damn, I wish we could do that all night.”
That was all he said when he withdrew from me and left me laying there, stunned, shaken, cold from the emptiness around me. Was this what being violated felt like? I had played mock rape games before, but going in, you knew what to expect, where as this was all new to me. Sitting up, I threw the blindfold off my head and held my knees to my chest. Had I made a mistake in trusting him? I had always believed that I loved every aspect of sex – until that moment. I damned myself for enjoying being such a cheap fuck; I had played whore before, but never been used so seductively. My “Master” was much older, though I didn’t know how much, obviously had a lot of money to throw away, and was more perverse than I was. If I’d had any clothes, I would have put them on and left; found my way home. But I sat on the dining table, thinking too much to find a comfortable place to sleep.
I managed to pass out on the couch, having found a blanket in the hall closet, and was woken up by my Master rubbing me gently between my legs. Once I opened my eyes, he smiled, kneeling beside me as he pressed his lips to mine.
“You are a very lovely slave,” he whispered, “If I had more time with you, I would give this little toy a rest.” he motioned to my crotch, then inserted one soft finger, “But we only have one more full day together before I have to return you.”
I wanted to say something about the mock rape, needing to set my thoughts right but he kissed me so tenderly, I yielded to him as he removed my cover. I was very useable, I suppose, at least to the tempting of his touch. Standing, he lifted me and held me to him, wearing only a bathrobe, he pushed it open to feel me against his skin, then kissed my cheek.
“Now, my Slave, you will cook your master breakfast, clean up the table and the kitchen, bathe yourself, and retreat to the basement when you have finished.” His order stunned me as I expected more sex, “I will give you some clothes after your bath.”
Fighting the urge to oppose his command, I quietly obeyed, wanting so badly to talk to him out of character. I wanted to eat, however, and clean up before I approached him, as I was still nude and completely vulnerable. Without a glance or a response his way, I cleaned, cooked, and served his breakfast within the hour, which I was completely unaware of what time that was. Taking my place on the floor beside him as I had the night before, I could not bring myself to look up at him adoringly as I had, feeling a slight chill and wondering why I had agreed to this whole game.
“Are you not well, my pet?” his voice broke my lucid thought.
“I am fine, Master.” I answered without lifting my head.
“You will look at me when you speak.” he demanded.
“I’m sorry.” my eyes met with his and I was aware that they hurt to be open, so I quickly looked away again.
“You are not obeying me, slave. Shall I have you tied up?”
Taking a deep breath, I looked up at him, “Please forgive me, I have not recovered from our last fuck.”
Anger flashed over his face, “You will not use that word in my presence, slave. Go bathe. I want you out of my sight.”
