"FUCK!! That's tight!!!...I only got the head in!", I heard him say. His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled my ass closer, dragging my upper body across the bed, forcing my knees to bend as he pulled my ass higher. He was pushing even harder....grunting with the effort...my breath returned in the form of useless wails of protest and despair that could barely be heard anyway thru the tape over my mouth.
When he finally broke thru the ring of my tightly clenched muscle, the screams of agony that exploded from my already tortured throat nearly tore the tape that kept them trapped inside. I could hear his moans of triumph and sadistic pleasure as he continued to push even harder until I felt his balls resting against me. I felt on fire as I writhed with the worst pain I'd ever endured, unable to stop the eruption of screams.
Everything went black for a moment. I must have passed out from the intolerable agony inflicted on me because the next thing I remember was my head being yanked up again by my hair. He was slapping at my face, saying "Wake up! I want you awake for this!"
When my shrieks assured him I was indeed awake and fully able to feel my torture, he began moving inside me....lowering his body onto mine, his fist still full of my hair, his other hand gripping my shoulder for leverage. He was settling in for a long hard assfuck, sinking himself into me till he could go no further, pulling out halfway, then driving into me harder with each stroke.
I was beginning to wish he had cut my throat after all. Nearly insane in the extremity of my anguish,
any
escape would have been welcomed, even death. I couldn't die, and I couldn't escape, only suffer as I was forced to feel every inch...every stroke....every single cruel lunge. I was trapped in a nightmare...a world of pain that wouldn't end. I'm not sure how long this lasted...or how many in and out thrusts my violated bottom endured. It seemed like hours to me, though I know it wasn't.
When my screams dwindled to sobs, he tore the tape from my face...maybe so he could hear them better. I wasted no time, immediately begging him to take it out TAKE IT OUUUT OHGOD PLEEEEASE IT HURRRTS!!...or something like that I'm sure.
One of his hands reached under me then, finding my clit and rubbing it...stroking it expertly till it sprang to unexpected life, sending waves of pleasurable tingles to mingle with the pain. It didn't seem possible, but the pain was abating somewhat. The muscles inside me had undoubtedly stretched enough by now under the relentless assault to at least allow the pain to be bearable, if only slightly.
"I'll take it out when I cum," he snarled. "Beg me to cum in your ass you worthless slut", he said savagely as he continued to manipulate my clit until I felt my pussy squeezing and throbbing in response.
"Please cum in my ass Steve!", I gasped out. My own words surprised me by arousing me further. I repeated it louder, trying to arouse
him
further as well...begging him as he wanted and also of my own accord. "Shoot it in my ass....OHGOD PLEASE HURRY....CUM IN MY AAAASSSS!!! OH FUCK ME MAKE IT STOP!!!"
Laughing, he pushed himself up on his knees again, pulling me against him by my hips. His cock, still buried in my ass, jerked inside me with the motion, making me cry out with new pain.
My mouth was open but could hardly make a sound as he fucked my ass harder than ever...driving in and out of me with a frenzy that stole my breath. My body shook with each hard blow as he pounded away at me, yanking me against him visciously so that I missed nothing.
The pleasure and pain had combined to become a seperate new sensation that nobody could bear for long....I could certainly bear it no longer. Savage cries that no longer resembled my earlier screams sounded from me as every muscle in my body tensed, including my impaled ass, which squeezed the invading cock so hard that my rapist cried out as well. Our outcries combined into one long wail of release.....his cock was jerking, mercifully filling my abused hole with shot after shot of hot cum while I shuddered and thrashed as my own explosive orgasm tore thru me...leaving me exhausted...barely concious.
I was released of course; battered, horribly used, but alive and relatively unhurt.
Steve had exaggerated. I was able to sit down again in a few days, actually.
Now that I've written this, maybe he'll leave me alone. Before he let me out of his car and back into my own, he informed me that if I didn't send him this story soon, he'd be back....for further inspiration he said.
Damn.
Now I know how the guy in "Misery" felt. Sort of...
