Ever bought something big on e-bay and had to wait ages for delivery, wondering if perhaps you're the one in twenty who gets ripped off; wondering if, if it does arrive, it'll be 'as advertised'? I'd withdrawn $3000 from my savings account and looked at it on my bedside table for several days while waiting for my blood test results, wondering if I was mad. It looked like a lot of money. Hell! For me it was a lot of money. When I finally went to Espresso Vivace, I almost left with the envelope still in my purse. Almost.
So I had that e-bay feeling. It was Wednesday, exactly a week after I'd dropped the envelope and nothing. Nerves and anticipation were driving me to distraction and the kids were due back on Saturday.
The doorbell made me jump. Was this him? My stomach was churning as I opened the door.
"Hi Ally!" Lizzie breezed past me. "I've come to rescue you from domestic servitude. Grab your coat because I've found the most delightful little restaurant and I'm going to buy you lunch." Lizzie always talks like this. She has altogether too much time on her hands and too much of her husband's money to spend time spending, but she's been my friend since kindergarten and she was the one who, a decade back, set me on course for the encounter I was waiting in for.
"Sorry Lizzie. I really can't. Not today." I wracked my brains for a plausible excuse for a rain cheque. "I have a gyno appointment this afternoon." Well, it wasn't too far from the truth. "I was just about to go for a shower. Coffee?"
"Oh. Sure." Lizzie followed me into the kitchen and rattled off all her new news while I coaxed two cappuccinos from the little Gaccia she'd bought me for my last birthday.
Lizzie stayed an hour but finally noticed my frequent glances at the clock and made her excuses. I picked up the empty coffee cups and took them back to the kitchen.
"She talks a lot, doesn't she?"
Startled I dropped the cups, spinning round to face the intruder. All I saw was a black ski mask then the world went red as a fist slammed into my stomach, just below my ribs, knocking the wind out of me and leaving me crumpled on the floor trying to breathe in. He dropped to his knees, whipped something out of his jacket pocket and forced it into my mouth. I resisted.
"Open wide. I don't care if I make work for your orthodontist." His voice was harsh and loud. I opened my mouth and the rubber ball of a ball gag settled behind my teeth. Quickly, he fastened the straps behind my head. I felt nauseous from the punch in the stomach but now I couldn't throw up even if my life depended on it. So this was him.
I didn't get much time to look at him though. He flipped me onto my chest on the kitchen floor then stood up and walked away from me. He was back in seconds, straddling my butt.
"Don't fight it. You already know I like hurting you." He pulled my head up by my hair to show me my own large kitchen knife then slipped the point inside my t-shirt and slit it open down the length of my spine. He cut the straps of my bra too, before tossing the knife away. It clattered too loudly on the tiles.
"Wrists together." He ordered, dragging my hands from underneath me and forcing them together behind my back. I heard the familiar tearing sound of food wrap being peeled from a roll. The plastic film went round and round not just my wrists but my entire forearms, pressing my elbows together.
"On your feet, Bitch." He lifted me by my hair again, making me levitate to my feet. My shredded shirt and bra stayed on the floor, leaving me bare to the waist. Two hands grabbed my titties from behind and squeezed until I gasped against the gag. "Now say hello to everyone at home." He released one tit to point at a video camera on the counter. The red light was on. "Say Hello!" he yelled in my ear, tightening his already painful grip on my tit.
"Mmm mm." I mumbled around the gag.
"Gentlemen." He addressed the camera. "Allow me to introduce Rape Club's newest volunteer. Ally. We've got a fun-packed program for you today but first, I'd like to take a few moments to remind you of the rules.
Rule one. You don't talk about Rape Club.
Rule two. You don't talk about Rape Club." This time he was much more assertive. "Remember, guys, although Ally is a volunteer, we're probably already way beyond consent. Right Ally?" He almost whispered the last in my ear. "Bet you never expected to become a porn star? But you gotta see that if I don't go way beyond what you wanted, it wouldn't really be rape, would it?"
I didn't answer. I was fixated on the camera. How many people? How many would see this tape?
"Would it?" Another twist got my attention.
I tried to scream "No!" It was just a muted mumble. The gag was doing its job very well, but he seemed satisfied with my response.
"A few of you guys have posted questions on the bulletin board. MikeyMike and Oregon123 both asked, 'Why food wrap?' Simple guys. It doesn't leave lasting marks, doesn't chafe skin when the bitch struggles and there's always some in the kitchen when I call on one of my girls. Shall we get this party started?"
He released my titties and grabbed the belt on my jeans, stripping me in seconds. I stood with my only clothes keeping my ankles warm and a video camera pointed straight at my crotch, feeling overwhelmed by shame as his rough hand probed between my lips pulled at my pubes.
"Well will you look at that? Oregon123, today the rape genie is going to grant your wish. This little cunt hasn't been to California or Brazil on her vacation." He spun me round to face him, punched my bare stomach again, making me double over and caught me round the waist so I was tucked under his arm with my ass to the camera. His free hand pulled at my buttocks and I struggled as his finger poked at my asshole.
"Personally guys, I'm really looking forward to getting in here: It'll be just like being back in the penn. Whoa there!" His grip on my waist tightened as I struggled. "I guess Ally's ready. Let's go find a bed."
He was really strong. It seemed no effort for him to sling me over his shoulder and carry me upstairs while toting the camera in his other hand. He found my bedroom easily enough and dropped me on my back on the bed. My bound arms were starting to ache but that was the least of my worries. He moved a chest of drawers to the bottom of the bed and put the camera on it then went into the bathroom.
"A ha!" a note of triumph in his voice told me that he'd found whatever it was he was looking for. He came back with a jar of Vaseline and a pair of eyebrow tweezers, which he brandished in front of the camera. "Bear with me guys. This one's for Oregon."
I lay for what seemed like forever, though was probably less than an hour, with him sitting on my stomach, plucking my pubes with the tweezers. I moaned against the gag because it started off hurting and just got worse and worse, but I couldn't struggle under his weight. My hands were just tingling balls of pins and needles too. Every time I tried, instinctively, to close my legs, his palms would slap into the inside of my thighs hard enough to make me scream. I knew I must be black and blue by now but the plucking just went on and on, hair by hair, closer and closer to my more sensitive bits.
Finally, he dropped the tweezers. His hand came down squarely on my pussy with a loud slap. "Smooth as a babies bottom." He said to the camera. "And just look." I felt his fingers pulling me open. "It's all wet. Good call, Oregon. I'm really gonna enjoy this ride."
He climbed off me and stripped, leaving his ski mask on. He was a big man and had the look of someone who's done a lot of time in the gym. When his pants came off, I found out he was a really big man. He noticed where my eyes had lingered on his erection.
"You didn't think I became a rapist because some high school bitch laughed at my weener, did you?" There was gloating in his voice. No, I thought, no woman would laugh at that thing. I didn't have time for any more thoughts because he was back between my legs, forcing my knees up by my titties and prodding me with his dick.
He found my hole and buried himself, pausing to wiggle it around inside me before starting to fuck me hard and fast. It wasn't like the usual rough fucking in sub-dom games. This guy really did seem to have a thing against women and he was venting that anger on me. It felt like he was really trying to hurt me and he was succeeding. Behind the ball gag, I was sobbing but down there, behind my denuded mons veneris, that familiar warmth was building.
I wailed in shame and ecstasy as my body betrayed every feminist principle and I orgasmed in spite of the discomfort, the humiliation and the violation. I came and he howled in triumph, douching my insides with his seed.
"See guys? This bitch just came. That really fucks with their heads. They hate you. They hate everything you do to them but they can't help themselves. They love it too. Time out." He made the traditional hand gesture then hopped off the bed and strolled butt naked into the bathroom, leaving me spread and oozing in front of the camera. I thought about closing my legs but what would be the point? Instead, I lay there, exposed, sore and slimy, thinking about the fact that I had actually climaxed. He was right; it was fucking with my head. I felt semen oozing out of me and cooling as it dribbled down my ass crack while, in the bathroom, the sound of water on water said he was taking a pee.
"Ok then." He wrung his hands together as he came back, limp dick swinging in front of him. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for a tittie fuck." He grabbed an ankle and twisted me around on the bed then straddled me, slapping his big dick between my tits and pressing two handfuls of soft flesh together. His hips moved slowly and I could feel his dick hardening. As he grew stiffer, the head of his dick started to peep out of my cleavage with each thrust. Soon he picked up the pace, kneading my tits hard and crushing them against his hot erection, twisting my nipples as if trying to get local radio. It hurt and I writhed under him, which only spurred him on. When I thought he must be on the brink of climax, he stopped, flipped me over onto my belly, hauled my hips up and reached for the Vaseline.
"It's ass fucking time!" He exulted to the camera. "And because Ally's been a good bitch, she gets to have lube. Remember guys, lube is a privilege, not a right."
The Vaseline was cold on my ass but I was glad of it when he forced the ball of his thumb through my ring in one push. I'm no stranger to anal sex so I tried desperately to not tense up, guessing this man wouldn't back off if I did. His thumb vacated in favour of his dick and I found I was right: one almighty push and he was in deep. My eyes would have watered at that but I was already crying. My bound arms felt numb to the shoulders and I felt bruised all over but deep down inside, where my sanity was hiding, that little voice whispered 'You wanted this.'
"Oh that feels good." He crowed as his hips thrust back and forth. After a few dozen strokes, he reached underneath and stuck two fingers into my pussy. "Still wet, guys. I think the slut's enjoying this. How fucked up is that?" He pulled his slick fingers out and sniffed them theatrically for the camera. He kept up the pace until he came with a low grunt and stopped, rooted deep inside me for a few seconds before pulling it out with an audible plop.
"That's all you get, guys. I gotta get this bitch cleaned up now and make tracks." He scrambled off the bed and went over to the camera, switching it off. As soon as the little red light winked out, he pulled off his ski mask. "Now lets get you untied." His voice was much less harsh now. I felt his touch on the back of my head as he unbuckled the ball gag and eased it out. My jaw ached. I hadn't noticed that while I was wearing it, but now it really ached and I was dribbling like a geriatric. Kneeling beside me on the bed, with my ass still raised to Mecca, he unwrapped my arms. As the blood started to flow back into my hands they burned and tingled enough to make me moan out loud.
"It'll pass in a couple of minutes. Just rub them together." He said, getting up and walking to the bathroom. I still hadn't seen his face. I heard the faucet, heard sounds of washing, and then he came back with a damp face cloth and rolled me onto my side so he could wipe the saliva from around my mouth. It was so at odds with how he'd used me that I just started to sob, tears streaming down my cheeks, nose running, the works.
