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We had this agreement, where you got to the hotel room before me, and kept the door just a bit open. You then take of your shoes, put them aside and sit on the bed, your back to the door, and headphones on your ears as you listen to music and play with your phone, oblivious to whatever's happening behind you.

I let a couple of minutes pass, and then get into the room quietly. You're still immersed in whatever it is you're doing, so you don't even notice me getting near you until you feel my hand covering your mouth with a piece of cloth, and the sharp edge of a knife sticking into your neck.

This is all happening so fast, and you try to scream but all it does is allow me to shove the piece of cloth into your mouth, and you hear me telling you that if you don't shut the fuck up I will shove the knife deeper. You yelp, but you comply.

I push you belly down onto the bed, putting my knee and my full weight on your back so you can't move. Now that my hands are free, I take my bag and take out a roll of tape to shut your mouth good, the cloth still inside, muffling any protest you may raise.

I then quickly pull both your hands backwards to tie them tight together with a rope I produce from my bag, and quickly wrap a t-shirt around your eyes so you can't see shit.

"Don't you dare fucking move, bitch", I tell you as I get up from you. "You're mine now, you cunt. I'm gonna rape you all night long, and there's nothing you can fucking do about it."

You start thrashing around, trying to break free from the ties, or maybe land a back kick, but with one hand I pull your hair so hard it feels like I'm gonna rip it, and with the other I grab the side of your stomach and squeeze so hard it takes the breath out of you.

"I said, don't fucking move".

I let go once again, and turn you on your back. I put a rough hand on your pussy, over the pants, and push hard. You let out an involuntary moan and hate yourself for doing it. "You like that, ha, bitch? I knew you would. Look, you're already getting wet by the thought of being raped tonight." I grab the seams of your pants and pull them quickly off you.

It's very clear that your underpants are far from dry, but I need you to feel them, so I grab your panties in a fist, and with a sharp move pull them upwards, giving you one hell of a wedgie that your brain gets clouded with pain for a second.

I don't waste a lot of time. I open the buttons of my jeans, take my dick out, spread your legs, move the panties aside, and ram myself inside you.

"Oh my fucking god, you whore! You're so fucking wet. You horny little cunt, getting wet for your fucking rapist".

And you are! You're so horny and so excited and so out of control of the situation that you orgasm almost as soon as I start pumping. You try to scream, only to remember your mouth is gagged and taped. I keep fucking you, until I also start panting, and finally cum inside.

I take a second to breath, and then pick you up and put you on my shoulder. You try to resist, but between you and me we both know you're not really trying to resist. I take you to the other side of the room, and put you on a chair. It's one of those chairs where the back is just a frame, so it's easy to fit your still tied-up hands through it. But, just in case, I take another piece of long rope and wrap it a couple of times around your chest. I make sure to pull it tight, so tight so you don't have a choice but to sit straight and not be able to move your upper body at all. I also tighten the knot of the shirt still covering your eyes, making sure you still can't see. Then, with a third rope, I make sure your legs and feet are secured to the base of the chair, making you completely immobile, while keeping your legs wide-spread.

Still kneeling besides you, I tell you that "I'm gonna take off your mouth gag now, but you need to promise not to scream, and to nod your head if you understand me".

You do understand.

Slowly, and with a movement so soft I can hardly see it, your head moves. You nod. I find the edge of the tape covering your mouth, and with one sharp movement I yank it, also taking the cloth out. True to your word, you don't scream.

"Good girl!" I tell you, but you turn your face to me and spit. Despite you not being able to really see anything, it's a direct hit. I take a second to get over the shock, and then I stand up, grab the piece of cloth that was previously stuffed in your mouth, and wipe my eyes with it.

You're smiling, giddy at your small victory, but then the world goes dark and dizzy as the back of my hand slaps your face as hard as it can.

"Actions have consequences. You should know that by now."

The next thing you feel, as your consciousness slowly comes back to you, is the sharp edge of my knife on the base of your throat, and this time I'm pressing it a bit harder than before.

"Now... What should I do to a disobedient cunt like yourself? Should I cut you up? Leave a mark on your body so you'll always remember what happens to rebellious bitches?" and you feel the knife dig a bit deeper, just on the verge of breaking skin. You notice that you're actually afraid, not sure what I'll do next.

There's a second of silence, where I do and say absolutely nothing, and that freaks you out even more. Eventually I loosen the knife and you take a long deep breath of relief - suddenly noticing you stopped breathing about a minute ago. You feel the knife leaving your skin, but at that same moment you feel me grab the nice shirt you're still wearing and hear the ripping sound it makes as the knife slices it open, from top to bottom.

Your brain starts panicking as you can't remember if this is part of the game or not. Did you agree to this, or am I going off script? You know that you can always stop everything. All you need to do is to say your safe word, and everything will stop. But you want to see how far I will take it. And you know, deep inside, that I won't hurt you. And yet, this is not going as you thought it will, so you're not sure what to do.

You don't say anything at all, so I continue.

Seeing you're still practically blind, all you can do is listen, and what you hear is me rustling through my bag of surprises. You hear the sound of a chain, and you realize what it is a second before both your nipples are clamped. Hard. Another wave of pain.

I walk next to you, pull your hair, and tell you to "open your mouth, and don't try anything stupid". You open your mouth and without hesitation I shove my hard dick inside. By pure instinct you try to wrap your lips around it, but that's not what I'm going for. This is not about my pleasure. This is about control. This is about breaking you down and preparing you for what's about to come. This is about humiliation.

"I said to open your fucking mouth", and you understand. You try to relax. You've done this before, so you know you can take it, but it requires some intent and concentration, both of which are not things you have a lot of right now.

And then you feel the edge of my knife at your throat.

Ironically, that is exactly what you needed to get over the edge, and finally let go and give up control. That feeling of extreme helplessness; the knowledge that your life is literally in my hands; the humiliation of being tied up, nipple clamped, and half naked; all of it washed over you like a tidal wave after a dam collapsing, and your entire body noticeably relaxes. You open your mouth and your throat, and you let me in.

I don't waste time and start face-fucking you. Shortly at first, sort of just in and out, letting you get used to it, but before long you feel me pushing your head against my belly, making sure my tool goes all the way in and stay there. Two seconds and out. Three seconds and out. Five seconds and out. Seven seconds and you start gagging and grasping for air. I pull out. Eight seconds and out. Nine seconds and out. Ten seconds, eleven, this time I'm not pulling out, twelve. Your eyes are watering, your chest is heaving, you want to push me away but your body is tied up so there isn't anything you can do.

I pull out.

Five, eight, ten, thirteen, fifteen.

Ok, that's enough.

I pull out and you take a gigantic breath, coughing and wheezing.

Your make up is a full mess now, your hair is wild.

"You're too tense", I say in a serious voice, although you're pretty sure I'm joking.

Once again the rustling of my gym bag, once again a moment of silence, and then a pleasure bomb hit you as the magic wand starts vibrating on your clit. Somewhere, in the back of your head, a voice is telling you to resist. It's telling you to stay strong, and not give me the satisfaction of forcing you to cum. You try to muster some forces. Any forces. From anywhere. But you just don't have enough in you anymore, and you give in. It really doesn't take long until the climax arrives, and it's a big one. A wet one. I have no intention of stopping there, so the wand continues its magic. I also start pulling on the nipple clamps which you almost forgot were there, and the mix of pain and pleasure leads you to another orgasm. So far you managed to keep your moans almost on mute, but that last bit of self-control also goes away as I add more and more elements to the slave chair. On top of the clamps still on your nipples, I grab your tits and squeeze them as hard as I can, alternating from left to right with my free hand. When I see you start drifting away, I slap your face to bring you back. I change positions so I can pull your hair. I hit your pussy with an open hand. And through all of this, the wand is vibrating and vibrating, and you keep cumming and cumming, as the gap between climaxes shortens and it starts feeling like one long giant orgasm. You have absolutely no idea how much time you already spent on that chair. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours, you just don't know.

Maybe I'll never stop.

Maybe we'll just stay here forever, or until you pass out.

But suddenly everything stops.

It takes you a second to realize why, but then it happens again.

Someone was knocking at the door.