His words made me start screaming again, despite the threat of the knife.
"NOOOOO!!! Steve PLEASE GOD NO!! I can't take that!!! OHGOD Please don't!! You're too BIG!!!" I pleaded hysterically.
Swiftly he pulled out of me and was suddenly on my chest, his hateful weapon in my face, his grip on my hair tightening as he yanked my head up towards it.
"
This
should shut you up", he muttered, "Open your mouth"..
I frantically tried to keep my lips together. His cock was against them, trying to force them apart, demanding entrance. I was sure he would choke me to death with it if he got it in there and...and I
couldn't
let something in my mouth that was coated with pussy juices! Even if it
was
my own.
"OPEN I said!!" he growled, but still I refused.
"Fucking Bitch.." he cursed, then leaned way over the bed, fiddling with his jeans that were on the floor. In a flash he'd resumed his position, but this time I felt his knife at my throat. My heart clenched in terror when I felt how sharp it was against the tender exposed flesh.
"Gonna open up now whore? Or do you
want
me to slice your fucking throat?"
With great reluctance, but little hesitation I chose to obey this time, allowing the slime-coated organ to push past my lips, trying hard not to gag when it filled my mouth. Disgusted as I was, being forced to taste my own pussy was about to be the least of my worries.
Holding my head firmly in place with his cruel grip on my hair and raising himself up further, he started to face-fuck me in earnest, with short rapid thrusts at first, then pushing a little harder, going a little deeper with each one till finally he pushed steadily down my throat as far as he could go.
My whole body was jerking with the gag reflex I could no longer control, thrashing with the panic of having no more air. He was fucking my throat now, deeply and brutally while my bound hands beat at him ineffectually...my feet kicking at the mattress furiously in my pathetic attempts to dislodge the terrible obstruction.
"Uuuuhhh....oh yeah"...I could faintly hear him thru the roar in my ears, his voice tensed in obvious pleasure as he continued sawing in and out of my abused and aching throat. "Swallow that cock baby....ohhhh fuck.....yeah...you can do it", like I had a choice, "take it ALL!"
My vision was going dark. Just as I was sure I was going to pass out from the lack of air, then suffocate, he suddenly stopped the torture by pulling himself free from my tight throat. I was pulling in huge gasps of precious oxygen, never so glad to just BREATHE, when warm spurts of his cum splattered my face, my hair, my breasts. A few squirts hit my open mouth, which was still gasping for air. I really didn't care at this point if he dumped a whole
bucket
of the stuff over my head! I was just glad that the hellish face-fuck was over.
He used his still-hard prick to smear his load all over my face. I whined in protest, but obeyed when he commanded me to lick him clean.
"Good girl", he crooned when I'd gotten all that I could.
When he finally got off of me I was dumb enough to ask if he'd let me go now. Laughing, he seized my ankles and roughly flipped me onto my stomach.
"Yeah....right", was all he said.
I wanted to cry again in utter despair when I felt rope or something being wound around my left ankle, then pulled tight as he tied the end to something at the foot of the bed. As he was doing the same thing to my right ankle, I cried out in a voice made ragged due to my pained throat.
"But....you....you came! You're done!! Why won't you let me GO now??", I wailed.
His hands were on my helplessly exposed ass, squeezing...kneading. His voice sounded excited as he spoke to me while untying my twisted dress from my wrists, then re-tying them together, behind my back with rope.
