Becca strained at the tape that bound her arms tightly together behind her. The small beads of sweat that dotted her skin soft smooth skin as her adrenaline dumped from her system had caused it to loosen slightly.
As she came down from the lust- filled high of an intense, unintended orgasm, she realized she needed to get away.
As the figure raised himself up to remove his shirt, she rolled her feet off the bed and onto the floor and attempted to run and scream for help. As she attempted to stand, she realized the man was much faster than she had intended. He rounded the edge of the bed and caught her, once again, by her throat.
She never even got a chance to scream. She struggled to get away, but it was no use. She was immensely over powered, and her arms still being trapped did her no favors.
She tried to scream. She begged herself to just muster up enough to force a loud cry. Maybe, just MAYBE a neighbor would be outside and hear her desperate plea. After all, she did sleep with a window open and surely someone would hear.
Fuck. The window. She glanced at it from the corner of her eye. Of course. THAT is how he got in. She didn't have time to blame herself at this moment though. She could feel each individual finger in his massive hand tightening around her throat, until her eyes felt like they may just pop out from the pressure.
"Now, i thought we were having fun?" He said sarcastically. "And after all that work of making you feel sooo good. This is how you repay me? Well i think I'm gonna need that favor returned then. Quid Pro Quo. Nothings free princess".
Becca tried to pull away but only managed to trip and fall flat on her butt beside the bed. She struck her back along the running board of the bed frame since she had no arms to catch herself.
"Fuck!" She thought. "That's gonna bleed for sure". Her shoulders lay back against the bed, and as she look up, she realized this man was even taller than she imagined. Easily, he was over six feet. And Becca was only 5'3. She didn't get to think on it long.
The man grabbed the top of her head, grilling her hair in his fist. Tight. She felt the hairs pulling at her scalp. An instant later, he pressed her head back on top of the bed hard and held her there, staring at the ceiling as she sit against the bed. He pushed her head down so hard, that she had to try to push up with her heels to remove the tension to prevent her neck from breaking.
Before she could get her weight onto her feet, the man mounted the bed, and kneeled at the edge of it, a knee on each side of her head. Becca knew what was about to happen next. She'd seen enough porn to know how THIS plays out.
Becca screwed her mouth shut. She refused to comply with this. But the man still had her by her hair. And she screamed in pain as he twisted his hand and nearly pulled her hair out by its roots.
As soon as her mouth popped open, the man dropped his hips a bit, and pushed the head of his throbbing, thick cock into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but it was no use. She was just going to have to take it.
Becca considered biting down. But considering she was still bound and under neath him, it may not have be her wisest choice, and she thought better of it. The man lowered his hips slightly and pushed himself deeper in.
Becca realized that he wasn't just thick. He was...THICK. She wasn't a prude growing up but any means, but this was something different for her. She could feel her mouth being forced wider and wider open to accommodate it with every inch she took. Once she could feel the fat head of his dick hit her throat, she thought he was all the way in. At least, that's what she was accustomed to from the other boys she'd been with in her raging hormone years.
But then the man leaned forward, like he was going to do a push-up. When he dropped his hips down she realized this was no boy...he was a MAN. And had a mans cock. She felt her mouth split wider open still, and she involuntarily choked on it as she felt him slide deep into her throat. The angle at which she sat, paired with the angle of her head made her head mouth line up perfectly with her throat so he had zero resistance at all.
The man moaned loudly as he buried himself to the hilt dorm her warm throat. He didn't pull it out. He just held himself there letting her suffer. She could feel her tears streaming down her face onto the bed as her eyes watered. Becca tried to kick her feet and buck him off, but she only drove it a little deeper in each time she tried. She lay there under him, her cries escaping her mouth as just muffled choking sounds as her drool dropped down her chin and neck.
She struggled so hard to breathe because he was so thick, he literally was stretching her throat out. All she could taste was the soft salty taste of his skin from his thick shaft being pressed rudely against her tongue. Becca's struggled to breathe against the mass in her throat as he choked off her windpipe from inside of her with his thickness.
Then, she could feel him sliding out. It felt like something was being pulled from her from the very depths of her stomach. If she could sigh, she'd have let a sigh of relief purse her lips as she felt the head come back from her throat and slip back over her tongue. Air. She took a fast deep breathe as she felt him stop.
Becca's eyes shot wide as dinner plates as she gagged hard. Without warning, he had shoved himself back down to the hilt in an instant, groaning loudly.
"Fuck! Swallow me you sexy little slut!" He growled through gritted teeth.
He tightened his grip on Becca's hair as he began to thrust his hips down upon Becca's mouth over and over and over without ceasing. It wasn't fast. But it was steady. Repetitive. DEEP.
Becca tried to gain a footing again to attempt to regain some control, but his hips hit with such force she feared he'd break her nose if she accidentally shifted to the wrong angle.
So, there Becca lay. Unable to fight. Sexually broken. Used. Being force fed the biggest cock she'd ever encountered and could do literally nothing to prevent it.
