Capture 3

Him. Fake leather rubbing against my skin. Him. The invisible cloud of smoky breath, reaching me from his towering form.

As I struggle against the restraints, the man focuses his attention to my lower half. His warm breath makes my groin tingle.

"Your cunt is absolutely stunning. The wetness catches the light beautifully." He gazes at my glistening hole in admiration, spreading apart my labia with slender fingers.

"Stop. Please stop. I want to go home, my--my friends are probably so worried."

"Shh..." he whispers, not meeting my eyes. "You're mine now. At least until Sunday."

Sunday. Today is...Thursday? Friday? I can't remember. I can't last that long. I begin to panic, fear closing my throat. What's going to happen? People are going to find out.

As if he read my mind, he chuckles, a sickeningly sweet sound that triggers tears in my eyes. "Nobody will ever have to know about this. That's not how I do things. You, my love, are going to live knowing nothing will ever come close to the ecstasy I've caused you against your will. Knowing your sex life peaked with a rapist. You're going to remember me fondly, touch yourself while thinking of all the filthy fun I had with you. Things you enjoyed."

Sobs catch in my throat, making my vision blurry. The man stares, lips parted, revelling in my pain. "I have to say, seeing you all helpless and tied up like this...it's simply breathtaking."

"Don't touch me," I spit.

"In my eyes, it's a crime for this little pussy to go unused, completely wasted. It's potential is too great." His finger slides just around my clit, never meeting it. Taunting my body. "I know you want this."

Disgusted, I turn away, trying to ignore the fiery sensations of my lower half.

Suddenly, I gasp as his hot tongue streaks across my clit, releasing jolts of ticklish pleasure. He laughs and does it again, pauses, does it again. He licks and sucks and swirls his tongue, delicate and rough, alternating speed, until I'm a trembling mess. He expertly fucks me with his tongue, something I'd never experienced before. I involuntarily rock against the searing wetness, barely suppressing a heated moan.

"Baby, I'm going to show you how a real man fucks," he murmurs against my clit.

I feel like crying, the humiliation too much to handle. Tears pour down my face as a finger breaches my slick hole, my body clenching up. He adds another, and another, while stroking my clit, overwhelming my senses.

"Oh my god, stop. Please. Please don't. Don't touch me."

His hungry eyes flare, his fingers picking up speed. "Beg harder. Fuck, that's hot."

After what feels like hours, he extracts his fingers. The sun has gone down; it must be late. I'm so wet I don't even know what to do anymore. My body tells me to give in to the pleasure, but it's so wrong. So humiliating. His gaze rakes across my naked, objectified body like fingernails on a chalkboard. In the dim light given off by a weak bedside lamp, the man unbuckles his belt and begins to strip, jeans first, then shirt, than underwear. His cock is rock hard and huge. I find myself drooling and tear my gaze away, embarrassed. But he isn't having it. He takes my cheek and forces my head straight as he climbs on the bed, presented his enormous penis right in front of my face.

"Suck it, whore."

I moan slightly around the tip, allowing him to push it in deeper. This is survival, right? I'm just doing what I have to. I need to survive. I'm not enjoying it. He grunts deeply as I hollow my cheeks. He gives me no time to adjust and begins fucking my mouth, hard and fast, each thrust sounding wet in my ears.

"You love it when I use you, don't you?" he grunts, "Don't even lie. Your body was made to be fucked. You stupid--fucking--bitch--"

For a moment, I'm ecstatic, thinking he will come in my mouth. He won't be able to fuck me. But he pulls out, poises himself to rub those throbbing seven inches all over front of my thirsty cunt, stroking himself. Poking the tip in teasingly. I can tell he's close to coming. His muscles tense and throb, his sculpted body looming over me. I can't even think to stop him before he slaps my pussy, tantalizingly.

"I know you want to come. You're gonna have to beg for it. I'm not giving it to you unless you beg." His deep baritone makes me shiver.

"I want to come. Please," I whisper.

"Louder, you fucking idiot."

"Please make me come. I want to come on your huge cock. I'm so fucking wet, God. I need your dick. Give it to me," I moan, arching my hips, completely worn down. The only thought drifting across my dishevelled mind is how much I need his massive dick to complete me, rape me until there's nothing left to take.

He groans, thrusting in my tight young pussy, slapping my ass and face. He doesn't stop hurting me, my sensitive skin growing red under his cruel gaze. His cool spit lands on my chest. I'm reduced to nothing more than my slick hole, an object for this man to use. "You like that, whore?"

"Fuck yes, daddy."

At that, he picks up speed, rapidly pistoning his cock inside me until I'm lost in pleasure, any pain completely forgotten, replaced by a building pulse inside my groin.

"Daddy loves using his horny bitch."

"Yes, daddy, rape my little pussy! Oh, my god, I'm gonna cum!" He pounds against my cervix until a dam bursts, pleasure overtaking every muscle in my body, the beautiful numbness cascading in the most incredible orgasm of my life. Just when I start to come down, his hot warmth shoots inside me and my cunt begins to gush involuntarily, squirting and leaking and spraying my pussy juices everywhere.

The man above me is momentarily awed, enjoying the mess I'm making, all for him. His seed feels incredible, hot and filling, and my hole clenches around nothing as he slips out of me, slapping my burning clit. I flinch at my sensitivity, but he notices this and does it again, and again, and again, until my throat is hoarse from my desperate noises and I squirt again, spreading my legs to let him see my pussy spraying cum.

His eyes grow wide, watering with pure lust at the sight of me. A glimmer of vulnerability peeks through, gone before I can even notice. Seeing him so pleased relieves some part of my mind, but I push the thought away. Embarrassed, I begin to close my legs, but he grabs them and holds me still.

He stares at me for an uncomfortable moment. And then another. As if he's memorizing every inch of me from head to toe. My face flares deeply.

He grins in a way that I would describe as charming in any other situation, and I feel sick to my stomach. He reaches down to rub my sensitive parts a little. Twitching, I try to get away.

"Please? It hurts now. Just leave it alone."

Nothing but a smile. His finger circles my clit in intimate motions.

"You're not finished until I say. Obviously. And..." his finger slides fully in my hole suddenly, making me yelp in pain, "you're still wet."

Wow, just when I think I can't blush any harder. "That's not...it's not like that."

"No?" He removes his finger, licks his entire hand clean over, and begins to massage my pussy. In spite of myself, I let out a moan of pleasure. I almost don't want him to stop. I wanted to let him take care of me, satisfy me like no one had before.

"Aw, sweetheart, are you embarrassed? Daddy didn't mean to make you cry."

What? I flinch as he wipes a tear off my cheek that I hadn't even noticed.

"Then again...you look stunning like this. And by stunning, I mean a rotten, slimy, bottom feeding pig. Ha!"

A dam of tears crashed down around me. "Why are you doing this?"

"Cunts like you are too pretty to ignore. You should be grateful I'm letting you look at me. Touch me like this. Grateful that I'm teaching you how to be a mature adult. This is the kind of stuff you have to know for the real world." He grins at the look on my face.

"Now, aren't you going to thank me?"