He carried me that way to the bed and laid me almost gently on my back--my bound wrists under me.
"Please...", I whimpered, "please....no more"
"Aw, you'll like this. I know
I
will!"
Rudely he gripped me between the legs and I gasped as one of his fingers slid roughly into me.
"WET!", he declared, and laughed with delight. "God
damn
, girl, you're SOAKED!"
Yes, I knew that and it wasn't fair. Whenever I went down on my husband I always got wet--his groans and sighs turning me on immensely. That was normal. But why the hell was I wet now? I didn't enjoy the brutal face-fucking I'd just lived through. Nor did I want this terrible man to touch me. So why?? I didn't even want to think about why--or why the nerve endings in my nether regions were tingling so much.
Chuck, of course, had his own theory.
"You want it, don't you baby? You want me to fuck that sweet pussy don't you?"
Again I glared at him. I raised my head and felt my lips curl into a snarl.
"NO!!!", I nearly shouted. "I fucking HATE YOU you sick motherfucker!!!"
I really couldn't help it--he was just so goddamn smug.
SLAP!! My head was knocked back down to the bed by another blow.
"Lying Bitch!" he spat. "Fine, say what you want, but this cunt of yours can't lie".
Quickly he was on me, spreading my legs, shoving himself forward till I could feel his hated tool at the private entrance to my body--pushing, probing, stretching. All the tears I'd held back during my last ordeal flowed freely as I felt every inch of him filling me...splitting me.
"Ohhhhhyeahhhh baby.....so sweet", he was crooning as I sobbed. I wasn't really crying out of pain or even fear this time. I think my tears were of heartbreak. I remember feeling more defeated when he entered me this way than anything that had happened so far. I mean, the face-fucking nightmare was no more intimate than any violent attack--and it was bad enough, but now this beast had invaded my very womanhood. Even if he stopped right now, it was too late. He'd stolen something from me that could never be returned.
I desperately tried to block out thoughts of my poor husband while this animal began thrusting and churning inside me. No other man had ever touched me since before we got married. Tom had no idea what deviltry I'd been up to with this online "friend", and never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined what was happening to his wife right now. He was probably chatting happily online, or watching TV...enjoying his time alone and waiting for me to come home from the movie--still high and giving my giggling review of what I'd just watched. I could never ever tell him about this night. I prayed he would never find out. It would break his heart. I swore silently that I would take the events of this night to my grave.
Chuck had been filling me with long, slow but steady thrusts--making that shameful tingle inside me intensify and spread. Despite my tears, my agonizing thoughts of Tom, and the pain in my arms, shoulders and wrists from having them still bound and underneath me, an unwanted pleasure had begun building in me and was growing. I was truly mortified--especially because the bastard knew this.
"Haaaahhh....oh yes...cum for me doll", he coaxed as his thrusts steadily picked up speed, making that hateful wave of pleasure build even higher.
"Oh,...Oh...Ohhhhh...uh uh uh ....uh uh....uuhhhhh", I could hear those unmistakable moans and coos that herald an approaching orgasm escaping me, encouraging him to go even faster...harder. NO!!, my mind was protesting urgently. I can't possibly cum! Not like this...not with
him
. But the way he was playing my body, the way he was moving, as if he knew what it liked...no brutality this time, just hot hot fucking....was pushing my senses over the edge. The sonofabitch was deliberately pushing me to a powerful climax.
Grunting and grinding in me, he began shouting encouragement.
"Do it bitch!! Uhhhh....cum on me! Cum on my cock ....ahhhhh yes my little whore..."
WHACK WHACK WHACK went the headboard as it began hitting the wall...sounding out a rhythm of lust.
"AAAAAHHHHhhhh...Ohhhhh...UUUHHHHH...." , my helpless cries of shameful passion were mingling with his groans and curses...
He paused his steady rhythmic pounding long enough to seize my legs, pushing my knees apart further and sliding his arms under them...using his weight to shove them against my chest. This new position allowed even deeper penetration than before and he soon resumed his frantic pace.
There was no hope of holding out now. The orgasmic waves that had been lapping at me as they grew higher became a tidal wave of sensation. My body stiffened suddenly as if electrocuted. My back arched...my head thrashed from side to side....my helpless cries of building passion became guttural, animal-like shrieks as every nerve in my sex exploded and radiated signals of bitter pleasure through every limb. Indeed every inch of my captive body was engulfed in that tidal wave as I writhed under the onslaught.
Dimly I could hear my rapist's howls of triumph and growls of pleasure as my dramatic climax began pushing him over the edge as well. Harder than ever he pounded his lust into me till he too, stiffened ..then gripped me even tighter as I felt his hot rush of sperm shoot inside me.
Releasing my legs, he collapsed on top of me and laid there while we both panted and gasped for breath. Nothing was said for quite a while. The intensity of the encounter had stunned us both. Slowly he moved off of me, laid on his side and began caressing me while staring at my face...into my eyes, as if trying to read my thoughts.
"Would you please untie me now?" I whined. My arms were really killing me. He nodded, still looking stunned, and pushed me onto my side, my back to him. After some fumbling, he got my bra unknotted and my hands were finally free. I hissed in pain when I pulled them away from my back and began rubbing them.
Chuck pulled me against him while we still lay on our sides, and was holding me and snuggling against me spoon-like. Unbelievable.
"Damn baby!", he was whispering, "Oh wow.....that was so....ahh Christ, you're really somethin' else".
Anger and hatred welled up in me again--they'd never really left, but had been momentarily drowned out along with everything else in the throes of the mind-blowing orgasm he'd forced on me. But I still hated him...fiercely. Just because we'd both experienced what may have been the most powerful cum we'd ever had, after everything he'd done to me, ...what the hell was he expecting? Sighs and romance??
I suddenly broke his embrace and got off the bed. He looked at me, startled. I looked back at him as I stood there, my eyes as cold as his had been before, I'm sure. The hatred in them had to be obvious.
"I'm going now", I declared coldly. "Don't bother taking me back. I'll find my way." I couldn't bear to be in his company another second, and surely he was done with me. As it turned out, I should have at least
