Helplessness.
There's one kind of helplessness when you're still fighting -- when you struggle as hard as you can but can't get away, overpowered by raw physical force. But there's a different kind of helplessness when you're too weak to even struggle anymore. When you just lie back and surrender, resigned to whatever's going to happen to you.
My attacker has already crushed my resistance. She's already broken into my apartment in the middle of the night. Pinned me down and beaten me when I fought back. Stripped me naked and forced her tongue in my mouth. Choked me against the wall. Finger-fucked me while she was choking me, forced me into orgasm after orgasm until my legs couldn't even hold me up anymore. And now, she's casually taking advantage of my weakness and submission -- just cuddling me naked on the floor, just enjoying the skin-to-skin contact as if we were girlfriends, not attacker and victim.
But before long, she wants more.
The moment she moves, I feel that tremor inside me, nervous about what she's going to do to me next. Her strong arms push herself up and roll me over, leaving me flat on my back, arms flopping out to the sides, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. And then she climbs on top of me, straddling my face.
Fuck, it's so intimidating -- her muscular thighs trapping my head between them -- her toned abs looming above me -- my heart pounds -- she feels so incredibly powerful, such a mass of muscle poised over my poor, weak little body -- I just lie completely limp under her -- wouldn't dare even lift a finger to resist --
"Lick me," she orders. Her powerful leg muscles flex, steadily lowering her pussy towards my face, until it presses against my lips -- oh gods, I've never had a pussy in my face before -- I hesitate -- it's so overwhelming -- her scent so close to my nose -- her thighs squeezing around my head --
"Let's add an incentive," she says with a little smirk, leaning back and feeling around behind her. Her fingers quickly find my nipples -- I feel a little jolt of pain, as she lightly pinches -- "Do a good job and I won't hurt you," she says -- oh shit, I'm so vulnerable this way -- each nipple between her thumb and forefinger -- what if she squeezes harder?! -- the fear overwhelms my hesitation -- I start to comply, timidly parting my lips and pressing my tongue against her --
-- she immediately orders me to go faster -- her fingers tightening on my nipples -- I completely surrender to her demands, desperately lapping away at her -- blown away by how helpless it makes me feel -- her controlling me by such a tiny part of my body -- absolutely no strength to fight back -- needing to do exactly what she says if I want to avoid the pain -- her crotch smothering my whole mouth -- panting through my nose for breath --
I don't know how to pleasure her right -- I just keep rubbing my tongue back and forth, no time to think, not daring to slow down in case she hurts me. But she doesn't care if I'm good at it, she's just getting off on me being so desperate. She starts grinding on me, rubbing her pussy over my face -- fuck, it's so humiliating, being used as a little fucktoy for her enjoyment -- my face slick with her juices -- her rhythmically grunting with pleasure as she hits the right spot for herself -- I start to whimper as I keep licking her, hoping she'll take pity on me -- but she just keeps going -- riding my face so roughly, it feels like she's smashing my lips -- taking whatever she wants, using me like a little object --
-- at long last, she lifts herself off of me -- I lie there panting, defeated, desperate for the break. For her, it's a leisurely motion, relaxed from taking her fill of pleasure. I can see her contented little smile... but she's not done with me, no of course she's not.
She drags me over to the couch, lifting me bodily from the floor, like it's effortless. She sits back, reclining, pulling me into her lap. She positions me facing away from her, so she can reach around with both arms and casually fondle me. My body yields to her touch -- I know she's completely in control, it's hopeless to resist -- might as well just relax and allow it to give me pleasure -- her hands gently rubbing and squeezing my breasts, drawing low moans out of me -- sliding upwards to stroke my neck, making me shiver -- sliding downwards to stroke my inner thighs, rub between my legs -- I wriggle my body against hers, back arching, a series of little moans escaping my lips -- my body is loving the attention -- if I can't stop it from happening, why not just enjoy it? -- I could just forget myself and stay like this forever --
But then, damnable reality asserts itself. The first rays of morning sunlight peek through the blinds.
I almost hate how the worries of everyday life break the mood. When's she going to let me go? What if I'm late for work? I'm going to be such a mess! I start pleading, almost chagrined to have been so caught up in the pleasure -- "Please let me go," I beg. "I have work this morning -- please, I promise I won't tell anyone -- I can just pretend this never happened --"
"Oh, there's no need to worry about
that
," she says -- a low, ominous voice, her arm snaking around my neck, trapping my throat in the crook of her elbow --
"W-what do you mean?" I gasp -- terrified again -- my chin forced upwards by her arm --
That low voice murmurs in my ear, "I'm going to take you home with me. You won't have to worry about work, ever again."
A new level of terror explodes through me -- so much more real this time -- I was resigned to her using me, but I didn't think she was going to take me away from my entire life! I tense up, ready to run -- but -- the muscular arm around my throat, trapping me here in her lap -- like she could snap my neck at any moment -- I freeze up, stricken by what a disastrously bad position I'm in, if I try anything -- but my eyes are frantically scanning the room, looking for anything I can use to get away --
"You can't do this to me!" I whimper. "People will notice I'm gone -- they'll come looking for me --"
"That's for me to worry about," she says, dangerously casual. "In fact, why don't we get going? Put on your clothes, we'll be in public for a bit."
She tosses me off the couch -- I stumble to my feet, barely keeping my balance -- oh shit, I'm in no shape to run, naked and exhausted like this -- I need a plan -- I look around, stalling for time -- pretending like I'm looking for clothing in the messy apartment, trying to think --
-- if I wait until we're outside then I can yell for help -- but what if she just drags me off before anyone can come? She'll be keeping me right next to her -- where she can grab me at any time, with that strength, oh gods, that enormous strength -- I glance back at her -- right now we're ten feet apart, she's looking down, stepping into her pants -- this might be my only chance to make a run for it --
I bolt for the door.
-- stumble right away, my calf muscles still screaming from their earlier ordeal -- force myself through the pain, strength born of terror -- wildly grab for the door handle -- shove my legs out into the hall, still half naked, screaming for help, cursing the good soundproofing -- look left and right -- who'd be awake at this hour? -- have to keep moving -- I turn and --
WHAM.
-- full body tackle, crushing me against the opposite wall -- wind knocked out of me, scream cut short for lack of air -- yanked by the arm -- thrown back through the door into my apartment, crashing right off my feet, face first onto the floor -- door slammed behind us, deadbolt clicking into place -- oh shit, oh shit, oh shit --
-- a foot slamming into my ribs -- yell of anger -- scramble to crawl away -- but there's nowhere to run -- kicks and stomps, exploding pain across my body -- rolled over onto my back -- scrambling with my arms to inch away -- raw fury on her face, towering over me -- "where the hell do you think you're going?" -- "please! please! I'm not going anywhere! I'm sorry I'm sorry --" cut off by her foot slamming into my stomach --
"I'm going to punish you for that."
She drags me by the legs, face down -- I'm straining to keep my chin from bumping on the floor -- drops me in the bedroom -- I hear duct tape unrolling -- rough hands tape one ankle to the bedpost -- then my other leg forced wide apart, the other ankle taped to the other bedpost -- immobilized, completely at her mercy --
"What are you going to do to me?" I plead --
-- the clink of a belt buckle -- leather strap dangling in my face, letting me know what's coming -- "please no! I promise I'll do whatever you want --"
Wha-PISSSH!
-- pain explodes from my buttocks -- I scream out loud, clawing at the floor -- skin stinging from the impact --
