Forbidden 15

kristin is ripped from her sleep, a heaviness pressing on her body, one hand covering her mouth, and another grasping her hair, pulling her head back sharply. her arms and legs are pinned down under His weight and she is unable to move. she can feel His breath, hot, on the side of her face, her heart pounding in her chest. Through the darkness she can see nothing but His shadow. He whispers in her ear, His voice deep and threatening, "Scream and I will kill you. Do you understand?" Tears begin streaming down her cheeks, faint whimpers escape from beneath His fingers. He jerks her head back harder, "Do you understand Me?" He growls. she struggles against Him to nod her head yes. He drops her face back into the pillows, gloating, "That's a good little whore."

He releases His weight just from her arms, crosses them at the wrists in the middle of her back, and binds them tightly. He turns her over on to her back, straddling her legs between his knees. He leans in to kiss her and she turns her head to the side. He grabs her by the throat and presses His mouth violently against hers, biting her lip so hard she swears He must have drawn blood. He loosens His grip on her throat, reaches back to His waistband and pulls out a knife, the dim light in the room barely reflecting its broad blade. Under His weight she is paralyzed, terrified by the sight of the knife, and her entire body begins to tremble.

He leans in to her again, pressing the tip of the blade against her cheek, "Don't ever turn away from Me again." He orders. He presses the point of the blade harder against her flesh, dragging it across her jaw, resting it against her throat. she begins whimpering louder, tears streaming down her face.

she manages a weak whisper from her lips, "Please."

"MMMM, that's a good little whore. Beg for it." He uses the blade to cut open the t-shirt she had been sleeping in and pushes the pieces to the side, exposing her full breasts. her bound hands force her back to arch up deliciously. With the dull edge of the knife He slowly traces a line from her throat, over her breasts, and down her stomach, resting the cold steel across her waist. He strokes her fleshy mounds, gently at first, then with increased aggressiveness....massaging them roughly, then pinching and twisting her nipples until they stiffen against His fingertips. He takes one of the hardened little nubs into His mouth, between His teeth, and bites down hard enough to make her cry out in pain. "That's the way whores like you like it, isn't it?" she just lay there beneath Him, sobbing uncontrollably. He grabs her, crazed, and repeats, "Isn't it?"

"Yes," she cries.

He continues biting her, administering quick, sharp stinging pains over her face, neck, shoulders, breasts, and stomach. He laughs as she begins sobbing again, trying in vain to struggle beneath Him. He leans back, grabs for the knife again, and with two quick cuts rips her panties from her quivering body. He grabs both her legs behind her knees, forcing them high and wide. He kneels between her spread-open thighs, pressing and holding them even further apart with His own knees. He runs the blade along her inner-thigh and again she pleads with Him, "Please."

"I know you like it whore." He slides His hand down her thigh to her furry mound and slips His fingers into her dewy wetness. Her body betrays her and responds instinctively to His touch. He plunges His fingers deep inside her as forcefully as He can, holding her soaked pussy in His hand, stroking her spasming vaginal walls. she cries out again, thrashing her head to the side, desperately trying to bury her face in the bedding.

He laughs again as He withdraws His sopping wet fingers, "If you didn't enjoy it, whore, your tight little cunt wouldn't be this wet." Again, He grabs her at the throat, turning her face back to Him and runs His fingers across her lips, covering them with her own juices. He presses His face against the side of hers and whispers, "Tell Me you like it whore. Say it. Tell me how much you like being treated like a whore."

"i like being treated like a whore." she can feel Him grinning against the side of her face.

"And whose whore are you?"

"Yours," she concedes.

He leans back up on His knees, unfastens His jeans, and pushes them down to expose Himself. He strokes His massive, rock hard cock a few times, pressing just the head of it against her dripping wet pussy.

Suddenly He jumps up off the end of the bed, flipping her back over onto her stomach and dragging her to the edge of the bed by her ankles. He grabs her by the waist and pulls her up on her knees, spreading them wide in front of Him. He forces His huge cock deep inside her, pulling her back onto Him with each violent thrust. By now she has forgotten about the knife and His threat and cannot help screaming uncontrollably in vain. Unaffected, He continues His attack on her pussy, pounding into her relentlessly harder, deeper, faster.

her cries are lost in the beddings and her mind races wildly. she is flooded with emotion---fear, pain, helplessness, confusion, and pleasure. she thinks, "Why is my body responding to this assault, to this man?"

He starts demanding questions of her. her body is defenseless against Him, and her mind has now surrendered as well.

"What are you?"

"i'm a whore."

"Whose whore are you?"

"Yours."

"Tell Me you like it like this, being fucked like a whore."

"i like it like this."

"Now beg me to keep fucking you, My good little whore."

"Please......Please don't stop."

she answers between sobs and tears as He continues the assault on her body and mind for what seemed like an eternity. Then suddenly He pushes her forward, flat on the bed. she feels His hot, thick cum spilling over her back, hands, arms, and ass. He collapses on top of her spent, lifeless body. "Say thank you pet."

she can't manage another word. Breathless, she just lay there beneath the weight of Him, trembling. He begins kissing her lips and face and neck gently, tenderly, and then reaches over to turn on the lamp next to the bed. His body covers hers, and He whispers to her softly, "Open your eyes, kristin. Look at Me and thank your Master.

In the darkness she could see only a shadow, but now, in the light, she can see Him clearly. He unties her wrists and she excitedly throws her arms around His neck, kissing Him wildly, passionately, repeating again and again, "Thank You. Thank You. Thank You."

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*Although this may at first appear to be a story of rape, it is indeed a story of fantasy, a fantasy that many have considered, but so few will ever voice. It is the fantasy forbidden. It is also ultimate submission of slave to Master....no safe words at play in this session.