Danger Blind

He's passed by me at the pool several times at this point. Each time looking at me disapprovingly. I tried to write it off the first one or two times, but his looks became more pointed, and his passings more frequent. I dismissed it at first, thinking as I usually do, "no one notices me, and even if he did, why is he so angry?" I'm even wearing a one piece for goodness sake. I'm right by the pool, prime real estate for people watching, playing on my phone, drinking my mimosa and reading. Living my best life, as my big floppy hat says.

He's coming round again, and I stretch my arms out, perking up my breasts. Now I'm just testing a theory. If he's going to share, he might as well get a show. As he passes he huffs derisively, and mutters something about "sluts by the pool." Now that I know what's happening, it's time to fuck with him. The next time he passes by, I make sure to he bent over getting something out of my bag, making sure to give him a show of my swimsuit tucked up into my ass, looking like a thong. Not once has he gotten in the pool, by the time I do, and when I do he picks a seat right by the ledge. I make sure to run water over my cleavage every time I float by him on the lazy River.

I've been floating for a while at this point, and decide it's time to go order some lunch. I'm reluctantly drag myself out of the pool, and see that Mr. Disapproval is nowhere to be seen. "Good riddance I think," while I gather my things to go into the hotel. I bebop into and off of the elevator, not a care in the world as I unlock my room. Right as I'm in the door I feel a violent shove, fall to the floor, and see a man's legs as he closes and locks the door. No one is getting in now. Frantically I wonder how he knew to find me. There's no time to ponder this long, as he's pulling me up by the hair and throwing me on the bed.

"You thought teasing me was fun, huh. Wanted to make sure I knew what I couldn't have, huh. Probably thought I was just another impotent asshole fawning over you like everyone else. I'm gonna show you." He starts pulling at my bathing suit and I try desperately to hold on to it. He slaps me, and I see stars. My hands fall limp for a second as I collect myself. But in that moment, he's managed to shear off my suit and I have no idea how. I try to get up again, to make a run for it, but he knows I've been drinking and in the sun all day. He easily overpowers me. "You can fight me all you want, you fucking whore, but I'm going to get what I came for. And you're going to give it to me."

Inlay there, resigned, for just a minute while he looks me over. I look him over as well. The very definite slut side of me can't help but notice he's handsome. Green eyes, beardy. Just my type. Unassuming, could look friendly if he wasn't looking at me with such violent determination. He looks anything but impotent. I come out of my delusional thinking and remember I'm naked with a stranger. He seems to sense my realization and smiles. "Oh I think you're going to like this, little slut, and it'll just prove my point of what a reckless whore you are.

I blush, but also realize I'm wet and my clit is throbbing. I'm terrified... and turned on. What a weird combination. He throws my legs apart and slaps my pussy hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Once again I'm left dazed and at his mercy. I realize those is going to happen a lot. He rams two fingers into my pussy. I feel like he's going to rip my cervix wide open. I can't help it, I cum from this. "Oh, little bitch likes it rough. Wonder if I can make her cry." Two more fingers jam inside me, and all I can see is white.

"Did you cum, you little slut?? Did I tell you you could cum? You fucking whores just think you can do whatever. Now you're going to learn how to do as you're told."

Another slap.

He slips me over. I'm didn't notice before. He has a bag. I wonder briefly what's in it, before I find out at least one thing that's in it. A wooden paddle. And fuck it stings as he hits. I cry out. "Shut up, whore." He hits me again, I yelp again. He's rustling in something now. Sounds like it's the direction of my bags. He shoves a pair of (dirty) underwear in my mouth. "If you can't keep quiet, I'll keep you quiet."

He proceeds to paddle me for five minutes, or an eternity. I can't tell. Just that every hit stings more than the last. And even though I'm desperate to get away, I'm losing the will to try. He stops, I guess to rest. I'm crying quietly. My respite isn't long before he spreads my legs and shoves something large up inside me. "Whores like you are only useful when they're fully stuffed." I don't have to wonder long before he forces a big black plug, buffer than I've ever taken, into my ass. I know it's had to have ripped something. I'm paralyzed with pleasure and pain. "Oh you like that, you little cunt? Good."

He drops his shorts, and reveals a stiff and girthy cock. He wasn't lying. He definitely had no problems with his arousal. And even though it was an assumption on his part that I thought that, I felt guilty. Not for long though, before he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me, stuffed pussy and ass and fills my third hole. His cock goes down my throat so fast that I don't even have time to think to resist. He fucks my throat hard. I've never been able to take it that hard. He pulls out long enough r for me to catch a breath, and she's that he's covered with my spit.

"Dirty bitch," he groans while he shoves my head back down on his cock. I'm relieved that it's not as deep, but he's not fucking me any less hard. I feel my hips grind involuntarily. I want this and don't at the same time. He sees me subconsciously enjoying my rape, and slaps me across the face. I fly across the bed face down. He pulls my hips back to him. Pulls whatever is stuffing my Pussy out, and thrusts himself in. "Is this what your greedy cunt wants? I saw you grinding like a whore. I knew it. Let's see how long you can last with this." He shoves the discarded underwear back in my mouth. I scream but it's no use. He's ripping me open.

He's ripping me open...

It hurts...

It...

Feels...

Soo...

Fucking...

Good.

I moan, and cream all over his dick. It hurts, but I love it. It hurts, but orgasm after orgasm rolls through me. Im very sure I'll pay for that, given the last time I came without his permission, but I can't stop it. He feels me coming, and rages as he thrusts into me as hard as he can. He rolls me on my back, and slaps my tit. He grabs my nipple and yanks and twists. I know he's going to pull my nipple rings out. I grab the sheets and he grabs my throat. He chokes me, as he drives his hard cock deep into my ass.

At this point, this stranger has violated all my holes... and I have to admit, I haven't hated it. Maybe I am a whore. I'm close to passing out, with his hand around my throat, and his cock in my ass, I just can't hold on. Suddenly, my lungs flood with air, and I know he's let go of my throat.

My head hurts, my ass is bleeding I know, my cunt is leaking, and my throat is raw. I don't know how much more I can take. "Ah. I see a little slut learning a little lesson. She can't just tease without consequence, can she? Noooooo." He almost croons in my ear. My body aches for his softness, but some part of me knows this is a trap. I feel his warmth leave, and stings start happening all over my body. A cat of nine tails, all over. Repeatedly on my pussy. "Please!" I cry, "what do you want?"

"I want you to suffer."

I try to get up, and he slaps me so hard I fall on the bed and bounce to the floor. I'm only crumpled for a second before his fingers are back in my hair. I instinctively open my mouth. I know now that I am in fact the whore he thinks I am. I do my best to open my throat so he can take what he needs. He's ruthless. And even terrified, my fingers wander to my pussy. I rub my clit. Hoping it helps me relax into this violent throat fuck.

I begin to lose myself in the moment. I wrap my hands around his ass, scratching and pulling him greedily into my throat. He seems to sense my frenzy, and it over takes him. In that moment, he growls and slams my head down on his cock, and throbs his cum all the way down my throat. I sputter for air, but I can't move. My body is convulsing in my own orgasm. He finishes thrusting, pulls my head off his cock, pulls me up by the hair and shoves me onto the bed.

"Don't move," he growls and goes into the bathroom. I hear running water, and he comes back with a washcloth. He gently wipes my mouth, Pussy and ass. I see that there is blood, but I don't know where from. As he's wiping me off, he says softly "and what did we learn, my little whore?" I'm taken back by the familiarity of "my." I don't know what I've learned. I'm too stunned to speak. I hurt everywhere. Some places deliciously and others, I'm not sure anything will ease the pain.

"Hopefully you learned that I will always be in charge, and you are never anything more than my own personal fuck toy." He finishes wiping me off, and leaves through the door. I don't know what just happened... but I already want it again.