*Everyone in this story is 18 or older*
SoHo Huntress
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I slowly raised my eyelids and lifted my head, awaking from my loss of consciousness to see a silhouette of a woman. It was much too dark to see significant detail, only that she had brown skin, a skinny frame and big, curly black hair. After a few seconds of puzzling, I realized I was tied spread eagle with every limb rigged to a post on a wooden bed, and I was naked.
I began to go into a panic, violently tugging at the restraints. I was unable to speak because I had a gag in my mouth. I carried on thrashing around until I heard the woman's soft rhythmic footsteps getting closer to me. I froze, petrified as I didn't know what was going to happen next. All I knew was that the situation and the atmosphere was unnerving.
The footsteps stopped, and I looked up at the shadowy figure beside the bed. I could see that she too was nude. I scanned her, from tight hairless vagina, to her muscular rippling abs, to the underside of her delicate breast, to her smooth, round face framed by her spirally black hair before finally being captured into her dark emotionless eyes.
She said nothing, just stared for a moment before turning to the night stand and grabbing something. She turned to me and held it up. It gleamed in the streetlight that entered the window. I stared in horror at it upon realization that it was a K-BAR combat knife. She slowly lowered it to my stomach and traced circles around my navel. I remained still, hoping not to upset her in anyway. She put her hand on my chest and lightly touched my nipples.
Then she pushed hard on my pecs, lifted the knife, and thrusted it deep into me. I shrieked louder than I ever have, shouting the most obscene of obscenities. The blade in my abdomen burned with the sharpest pain I ever felt, and I started to go hysterical.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRHHHGHHHHHH!!!!!" As soon as I cried out again, I was silenced with a blunt strike to the side of my head, causing my left eye to swell shortly after impact. The woman pressed her palm against my mouth, moved my head to face her, and ripped the knife from the open wound.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" I could feel thick blood starting to trickle from the wound.
"I'm going to rape you now," said the woman in a firm low voice. Her eyes were still icy and dead and her face was expressionless. "If you get a hard on, you'll bleed out faster, and I don't particularly like to engage in necrophilia, but I've done it before. For your sake, I would recommend viewing this in a non-sexual manor."
With that, she got up, stepped back while still making eye contact, and faded into the shadows. I closed my eyes as I heard her open drawers and shuffle items around. I just wanted to awake from this nightmare on my jogging route in Central Park. I heard her steps again, silently wishing away my fate. I had my eyes shut tightly, and rape or no rape, I wasn't going to watch as I was violated.
Suddenly, I heard her move and I felt something large in diameter press against my anus. Surprised, I opened my eyes and looked down. It was a gigantic black dildo. I started to protest the best I could, but it came out as indistinct mumbling.
She was having a bit of trouble getting it in my ass, so she grabbed the shaft with both hands and pushed with an terrifying feat of strength. I cried out again, with tears flowing down my cheeks as she pushed it further and further inside. It was causing my rectum to pulsate and burn. As the last few inches were being shoved it, she stopped, pushing harder and harder until eventually, she hit the dildo from behind with all her strength to force it inside my ass balls deep.
