The stranger releases my throat and I pull in a deep shuddering breath trying to blink the tears from my eyes as I glare up at the man. He stares down at me with that sickening smile, tilting his head to the side as he inspects my face. The stranger settles himself between my legs before leaning down close to my face once again. As his lips meet mine, I try turning away, but he grabs harshly onto my jaw, forcing me into him. I bite just as harshly at the man's lips, drawing blood immediately, savoring the taste of my victory. My victory is short-lived as pain blossoms on my cheek, a strong hand connecting with my face as the man slaps me. Everything is spinning when I feel him lick into my mouth. As he's ravishing my mouth, licking at my teeth and trying to coax my tongue, I feel him grind against me. Renewing my previous struggle, I tug helplessly on my bindings and thrash beneath the stranger.
"No. No. No!" I'm suddenly being choked again, but with such an intensity that I fear for my life.
"Be a good little puppy, or else." I try to nod, to say something, but the edges of my vision are quickly fading as I choke. Once again, I feel oxygen rush into my lungs. Coughing and blinking rapidly before closing them, I stay still as I feel fingers roam over my chest. Fingers pinch at my nipples as another hand travels further, coming to a stop at my mound. The tears that had threated now flow freely. When I feel a tongue lick gently over my nipple, in a mockery of care, before the man is biting down on a mouth full of flesh, I cry out. I hear him laugh as fingers begin to part my pussy lips, revealing my swollen hole. Feeling more cum leaking out of me as the stranger prods at my abused opening with one hand while the other abuses the scars littering my torso with mean pinches and scratches of blunt nails. Plunging cruel and thick three fingers into me, the stranger twists his wrist slightly to rub his thumb against my clit as he crooks his fingers in me. My hips jolt as I attempt to pull my hands down to push the man away, but catching once again on the ropes wrapped tightly around my wrists. Accidentally grinding into this man's hand, I gasp at the spark of unwanted pleasure. A dirty taste of something good wrapped up in something awful. He's grinning again but all I can think about is the fingers thrusting into me and the dry thumb on the head of my clit rubbing soothing circles. Too much yet, not enough.
"That's a good puppy."
The man was crooking his fingers into me in just the right way to make my walls tighten and hips buck.
"Ahh!" A breathy gasp escapes me as I clench my thighs around the stranger, trying to close my legs. I twist and pull at my bindings as he thrusts his fingers into me faster, licking my lips demanding entrance. My mouth falls open as he forces another finger into me alongside the other three. Now, as four fingers thrust into me and my mouth is ravished, I feel my stomach tighten. An orgasm building quickly in me as the man focuses on my sweet spot, fingers rubbing my walls. I find myself rolling my hips down on the last few thrusts before I'm cumming. Slick and cum dripping down my cunt as my pussy tightens around the man's fingers in waves of pleasure. I'm moaning into his mouth. He bites at my lips, my eyes rolling back as the aftershocks of my forced orgasm rock through me. His insistent fingers are finally removed, just for him to press back into my wet cunt without remorse, this time with his cock. A wet hand grabs at my hip while the other grabs at my throat loosely. His hips thrust into me at a steady pace, creating a muted slapping sound. I can feel the cold zipper of his jeans on my ass but it was nothing compared to the intensity of pleasure pain ripping through my body. My back arches as I scream out in a mixture of horror and ecstasy. The aftershocks of my orgasm still lingering, making me tighter, wetter, and so sensitive. I could feel his chest touching mine before I realized he was talking, but I could hardly hear him over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears, the sound of skin on skin, and then the sound of my moans and cries. A cacophony of lewdness, only tipping me into a second orgasm. My body is still recovering from the first one as I sob loudly, body twisting and grinding into the fullness. The stranger's hips speed up, and snap with more force as I tighten around him again and again.
Something in me breaks as I start to beg, "Please don't..."
The pleasure to pain ratio is changing to more pain than pleasure when I suddenly feel a hand strike my face in a much more powerful blow than before.
My ears are ringing, but I can still hear him say, "'Don't' what? Don't stop?"
The man's hips snap into mine before he settles into a deep and slow thrust, grinding into the end of my channel. I've barely had another plea past my lips when he grabs my throat again, clenching tight. His cock pounds into me at an unforgiving and deep pace as he cuts off my air supply. The lack of oxygen only makes me wetter, lubing the way for my defilement once again, my slick and his cum mixing yet again. I'm gasping on nothing when I feel him release my throat. All I can focus on is the oxygen returning to my lungs once again. Then he's pinching at my fat clit, now wet and sticky from our combined fluids. I'm tipping over the edge once again. All it took was one touch to my sensitive bundle of nerves. My thighs are shaking, head thrown back moaning my pleasure to this stranger as he uses me. I feel warmth spread inside of me as he comes to a stop, fully sheathed inside of my dripping cunt. I'm too tired to fight back when he licks and kisses at my lips. As he's pulling out of my now ruined pussy I hear a quiet pop, and then the sensation of more cum leaking out of me. My hips give a futile roll as my clit jumps, and then the stranger's hand is coming down onto my clit in a mild slap.
"Such a good puppy." The man whispers into my ear. Then he's pulling away suddenly, buckling his pants back up. I'm still breathing heavily and writhing on the mattress when I hear the door open and shut. Left alone this time, awake. Left with the feeling of rapidly cooling wetness between my legs. The tears continue to roll down my face as I close my eyes.
There is a dryness to my mouth, like that of a drugged daze. My thoughts are coming in, in sluggish distorted images. Trying to piece together what has come of my life. Firstly, the club attack. This striking man who I kissed on my own volition, who then took from me in a way that I left only to fantasy. Secondly, the basement that I now find myself in and the resulting attack. This time, I find myself clean of all traces of bodily fluids, unbound laying on the now flipped mattress. A sweet taste on my lips alert me to the presence of chapstick, the smell of cedarwood in my hair, the feel of lotion on my palms. The stranger must have bathed me. An almost fond thought crosses my mind at the cedar sent. Slowly, I begin to lift myself up onto shaking hands and knees, then onto my feet as I step off of the bed. The floor is cold beneath my bare feet. As I stand fully, I feel a soreness within myself, an ache from too rough. I look to my wrists next, rubbing at the bruises there. Picking at the rope burn, fresh blood comes to the surface, and I revel in the pain. Scanning my environment, I find everything unchanged, except for the lack of rope and the now broken pipes.
Thinking about it, I hazily remember struggling with the stranger, a hand at my throat once again, but this time, a sharp prick is at the bend of my elbow and the words "I wouldn't have to do this if you were a good dog."
Looking from my wrists to my inner elbow, I see a small puncture wound and an irritated vein. I hesitate as I press at the mark there. There's so much pain in my body, yet all I can think about is brown eyes looking down at me. Those same eyes peer at me now, locking with mine as I lift my head to look at the open door. My whole body locks up, an instinctual response to run flooding my veins, but the memory of forceful sleep reminds me of the danger I am in.
"What do you want with me?" I demand of the stranger standing in the doorway, a lit joint hanging lazily between his lips. A grin rips his face in two as his eyes trail from mine to my bare chest and then lower. I grab at my chest desperately, shrinking in on myself as my knees knock together. "Stop it!"
He begins his approach, walking with confident strides towards me. The stranger is grabbing at my hair as my back collides with the wall, having stepped back without realizing it. He's pulling the joint from between his lips and presses his hand against the wall, effectively trapping me. Dark eyes peer deeply into my own as I feel the gentle brush of his lips against mine. The hand in my hair soothes down my head, down my neck, and settles at my nape. I know I'm not safe, but the sweet taste of pleasure rushes through me at the gentle treatment. There's something wrong with him. How could he hurt me then caress me? How could I enjoy it? My eyes shut as his lips press more firmly to mine, kissing me lightly before licking a small lick at the seam of my lips. I keep still as he peppers my lips with kisses and kitten licks, tasting the chapstick still lingering.
Once he's had his fill, he pulls back enough to say, "Good puppy, you're learning."
Feeling a thrill down my spine at the praise, I turn my head away. The man takes his opportunity to bite at my throat, sucking and leaving behind wet spots. The hand at my nape slides down my shoulder and to my mound, stopping briefly at a perky nipple. As the man's fingers find my clit, so does his mouth find my nipple. Lathering my nipple with his tongue and rubbing at my clit, I can't help but moan out. My once lax hands now reach up to grab at this stranger shirt, tugging slightly as he bites at my nipple. He pulls back and takes a drag of his joint before blowing it slowly in my face. He must feel my clit jump, as his grin widens into a smirk. He rubs more firmly at my clit and takes another drag, ash falling between us. The man cups my face with the hand holding the joint and opens my mouth before breathing smoke into my lungs. My legs shake, I slowly breathe in, accepting my fate. The stranger's smile fills me both with disgust and pleasure. My legs begin to give out beneath me as I breathe out. The stranger is right there to catch me as I slide down the wall, one hand still firmly placed between my legs. He discards his roach to the side before picking me up bridal style, my complaints going unheard. The man throws me onto the mattress and is quick to descend upon me.
