It was with some trepidation that she decided to go back to his hotel room with him. It was obvious that he wanted her for sex and not much more and she was more than happy to go along with it. However, having only just met she knew that going to a strange place with a strange man was a recipe for disaster. But when she looked at him her inner juices bubbled in anticipation of his cock.
They walked from the bar hand in hand and he led her the long way around so they could talk and watch the world go by. To her he seemed quite unlike any man she had met. Honest, sincere, funny, many more positive adjectives came to mind. She thought to herself, "A girl could fall for a guy like this".
They finally arrived at the hotel door, it was fancy, very nice indeed, and no hotel she had ever been in – let alone stay in came close to this place's understated grandeur. She was impressed, he clearly also had money!
He saw the look on her face, the look of vulnerability that a girl has when she is ready to give her heart to someone. It was that same vulnerability that caused his limp dick to stir. She was in so much trouble and she had no idea that she was walking into a trap of immense proportions. He was a true gentleman as they walked the corridors, opening doors, ushering her gently.
They got to the room and he swiped the card to unlock the door and as he did this she looked at him. Gone were the kind eyes that put her at ease only moments, instead there was a glint of sadistic pleasure. The inner voice that had been telling her that it was a bad idea suddenly started screaming "Get away now" but it was too late as he shoved her into the room so hard she stumbled onto the floor.
She tried to move to get up quickly but he was faster and stronger, before she could do anything he had pushed her down, pinning her to the ground, her tits squashed against the soft carpet, her face to one side. His hand covered her mouth as he bent down and whisperred in her ear,
"Don't fucking move, don't make a sound, you WILL do as you are told, and you WILL address me as Sir when I require you to talk. I am going to do some very, very bad things to you and you WILL take them". She squealed uncomfortably as he continued, "You are not the first girl, you are not special or unique, girls have survived this and you will too but don't do as I ask – I WILL kill you."
It was those final words that made her stop groaning, stop moaning, stop moving. He asked her whether she understood and when she didn't reply with those two little words he wanted to hear, he flipped her, straddled her and smacked her round the face with all his might.
"I asked you a question..."
"Yes" she replied "Yes I understand".
The next blow came a second later,
"Yes what?" he demanded.
"Yes Sir" she quickly added.
"Good, now undress, take off everything."
She started to remove her clothes, item by item, hands shaking, lip quivering but she couldn't remove her underwear. Fear struck her inanimate and she stood looking dumbly at him.
"Did I ask you to look at me?" he asked "Take off your fucking clothes".
Still she stood like a statue, so enraged by her inability to complete a simple task, he grabbed her by the hair to the bed where he threw her down and yanked off the bra and knickers she was trying so desperately to cling onto.
He inspected her, like a lord surveying his land. She was sublime; her hair flowed over her shoulders, her lips trembled and her eyes asked questions too complex to answer. Her tits were large, round and her nipples hardened by the chill of the room were perfect ready to be sucked and bitten. She was not a small woman but he liked that. She was shapely, real. Her cunt was beautiful to look at, a slit so inviting he struggled not to enter her straight away, but she needed to be used and abused.
